Tara leaned back, still holding Olivia’s pigtails, and let her legs splay open. She gasped as Olivia’s tongue entered her, and looked out at the sea of faces below. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but there was no denying that her pussy was as wet as it had ever been.
Claire pulled her dress up over her head and off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath except an enormous black strap-on, which she took in one hand and pointed toward the crowd. Grinning devilishly, she put a finger to her mouth to indicate silence, and moved over behind Olivia.
Olivia, her head buried in Tara’s crotch, was genuinely surprised when she felt the dildo push into her; they hadn’t worked out all the details ahead of time. She looked back over her shoulder at Claire, wide-eyed, her mouth formed into a perfect “O.” But then Tara tugged again on the pigtails, guiding Olivia’s head back between her legs.
Tara now gripped Olivia’s shoulders, grinding her pussy into Olivia’s face as Claire repeatedly slammed the strap-on home. This went on until Tara finally climaxed, whereupon she again took hold of Olivia’s pigtails, this time to pull her away.
Claire pulled out and Olivia — whose hands were still cuffed behind her back — had to sit back on her haunches to avoid losing her balance. From this position she really looked out at the audience for the first time. A sea of female faces were watching them raptly, every eye riveted on the stage. Clearly, their little show was having an effect. She saw one woman cupping another’s breasts from behind. Others were openly touching themselves; one had lifted her skirt, another had unbuttoned her jeans.
Claire and Tara, meanwhile, had switched places, Claire handing Tara the strap-on and sitting down in the chair when Tara vacated it. When Olivia turned back around, she was staring right into Claire’s glistening-wet, red-hair-fringed pussy. She licked her lips; it looked absolutely delicious, and Olivia knew that every woman watching wished they were in her place.
Olivia leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of Claire’s slit, then kissed Claire’s clit and nuzzled her nose into the soft nest of pubic curls. She felt Tara’s hands on her hips, then bit her lip as the head of the dildo penetrated her. Soon she was lapping away eagerly at Claire’s cunt as Tara pounded into her from behind.
One of Tara’s hands slid down underneath Olivia, squeezed her breasts and nipples, traced down her belly, and crept between her legs. When Tara began to stroke her clit, Olivia could feel her orgasm approaching, but she tried to hold it off until she could finish with Claire. She focused on the unsexiest things she could think of while keeping her tongue moving.
When Claire began to spasm, clamping Olivia’s head between her thighs, Olivia let herself go. A wave of the purest ecstasy washed over her, permeating her from head to toe; she went completely limp. When Claire released her grip, Tara took hold of the chain connecting Olivia’s handcuffs to keep her from toppling over. As a loud round of applause sounded, Olivia blinked her eyes as if just waking up.
Standing, Claire helped Olivia to her feet, then eased her down into the chair. Claire and Tara had just knelt down between her spread legs when the curtain went down.
The ovation was thunderous. The three performers grinned at each other, glowing with post-orgasmic bliss and the excitement of what they’d just done. They were bonded together now in a new and different way.
Donna appeared from the wings, key in hand, and uncuffed Olivia. A minute later the curtain went up again and the three naked girls stood hand-in-hand with Olivia in the middle. They took a big bow to a chorus of cheers, whistles, and whoops. Then the curtain descended once more and they made their way down the hallway, still nude, to locate their street clothes.
After dressing they headed for the front door, in the process once again passing through the ballroom. The music had started again, and the party had started to transform into a general orgy; there was naked dancing, and clusters of bodies writhing left and right. But Claire, Tara, and Olivia agreed that they were done here; they weaved a serpentine path through the crowd toward the exit.
At a table that had been set up in the corner they saw Mimi, sitting smoking a small cigar, leaning back against the wall. Under the table a blond head bobbed between her legs. She locked eyes with Claire, then with Tara, then with Olivia. She inclined her head slightly toward each one, but no one attempted to speak over the loud background music. There was nothing to be said anyway; their business was concluded, at least for now.
Outside, they all piled into Claire’s car. It was freezing in there and they sat rubbing their hands together, teeth chattering, until the car finally warmed up. Then they made their way to Claire’s apartment, where they talked, laughed, drank, and fucked until dawn.
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Monday, July 4, 2016
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 138
Olivia raised her hands and backed into the room, followed by a security guard in a dark blue uniform with a pistol in one hand. The guard was a dark-haired woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun and a solid, athletic physique. She gave off the vibe of someone who you didn’t want to mess with.
“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.
Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?
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“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got tipsy pretty quickly. They stared wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit from there.
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting; several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over, they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and and stood up, looking a little unsteady on her feet. “I have to go to bed now,” she said, a little louder than necessary. “Good night.” Without looking at Rebecca and Rose. she turned on her heel and was gone.
Rebecca looked at Rose and shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit. She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?
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Thursday, August 13, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 115
Mimi’s limo arrived to pick up Jessica, Jane, and Marie at about 8:30, only a little late. As the three of them swept through the lobby in their fur coats, drawing admiring stares from everyone they passed, Jessica felt like the queen of the world. She even waved regally at Josie behind the front desk; Josie waved back enthusiastically and then looked away, embarrassed.
A light snow was falling as they exited the hotel. There was no missing the limo waiting for them – it was the biggest and, somehow, the blackest that Jessica had ever seen. The driver, an enormous African-American man – at least 6 foot 6 – nodded to them and opened the door.
The three of them sat down facing the rear of the vehicle, opposite Mimi, Tara, and Blondie. Settling back into her seat – the leather was the softest she’d ever felt – Jessica suddenly found herself feeling unesy. It was like this was all too much – too decadent, beyond the pale. It was just wrong somehow. But they were here now, the car was pulling out onto the street, so she shook it off.
They all had a cocktail, and then another, as the limo left the city and cruised down a dark, tree-lined highway. Jessica had no idea where they were going, and this bothered her a little bit; she liked to be in control of these kinds of things. She could have checked her phone but made a conscious decision not to – instead she concentrated on her cool, delicious beverage and the five beautiful women she was with. Tara, in particular, looked extremely fetching that night in a chic black dress that showed off her lovely shoulders.
In her mind’s eye Jessica pictured Tara dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor of the limo, and diving between Jessica’s legs. She probably could have made this fantasy a reality by opening her mouth and asking. But at the moment she was content just to imagine, let her mind wander.
By Jessica’s reckoning it was just under an hour later when they made their way down a long, meandering driveway to an imposing old mansion – dating from the 1930s, she guessed. It looked like something out of The Great Gatsby.
After leaving the limo they climbed a flight of stairs to the front door, which was flanked by two imposing-looking men in suits and sunglasses. Mimi nodded to them and the one on the left moved his head, just barely visibly, in response. Apparently they were expected.
In the expansive foyer they were greeted by a glamorous-looking redhead in an old-fashioned red gown. She was tall to begin with and was wearing extremely high heels, so she towered over all of them, smiling pleasantly but a little intimidating nonetheless.
She took Mimi’s hand and kissed her softly on each cheek. “A pleasure to see you again.”
“I’m glad to be here,” said Mimi. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
An older woman in a maid’s uniform took their coats, and their hostess invited them to be seated on a large sofa against one wall. “Do you have anything in particular in mind?” she asked.
Mimi shook her head. “No, let’s see the selection.”
“Very good.” The redhead walked to the corner of the room and rang a bell. Almost immediately, women began to appear, one by one, each one more beautiful than the last. Within five minutes there were maybe 25 of them arrayed across one side of the room, up the stairs leading to the second floor, and on the balcony above. Every race and color was represented, and every size – from a slip of a girl who looked about four feet tall, to a six-foot-plus amazon with powerful shoulders. Jessica shook her head in amazement.
Gesturing toward the gathered throng, Mimi said, “As our guest, first choice is yours.”
Feeling magnanimous, Jessica told Marie that she could go first. After taking a minute to look around, Marie pointed to the top of the stairs. Halfway hidden in the shadows was a black girl who Jessica hadn’t even noticed, but she could tell immediately that Marie had made an excellent choice. This woman was not just beautiful – with dark creamy skin, perfect cheekbones, and a mane of long black hair – but had a regal quality, a bearing that made her seem like mistress of all she surveyed.
The dark-skinned beauty made her way down the stairs, moving gracefully and fluidly, growing more lovely with every step closer. As she approached, Jessica could see that her eyes were an incongruous but dazzling bright blue. Despite her color there was something vaguely Asian about her features; it was almost as if all the best qualities of the world’s women had been combined in one person. When she took Marie’s hand and led her away Jessica almost followed them, but then she thought, no, let Marie have this treat to herself – she deserves it.
Jane chose next, picking a very slim, petite Asian girl who to Jessica’s eye looked Thai. Then it was Jessica’s turn, but she felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. After a couple minutes of indecision, Jessica looked over at Mimi and her entourage, who were being polite but clearly growing impatient. Suddenly she was struck with an idea. She walked over and whispered in Mimi’s ear; Mimi shrugged and said, “Fine with me.”
Mimi turned to Tara and said “Your turn.” Tara knew exactly what she wanted; she pointed to a cutie in a plaid skirt with light brown hair and glasses. She looked maybe 19; she could just as well have been one of the cheerleaders back home, thought Jessica. As the girl came toward them, Mimi said to Tara, “She’s with you,” indicating Jessica.
Tara smiled and nodded her head. “Cool.”
“Hi, my name’s Ashley,” said the girl, a trace of Southern accent audible in her speech. “How are you all doing today?”
“We’re doing great,” answered Tara, unabashedly staring at Ashley’s swaying ass as she preceded them up the stairs. “I’m Tara, by the way.”
Jessica introduced herself as well, and Ashley led them to a spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. “Would you ladies like a drink? I can have something brought up.” Jessica asked for a martini, Tara for a margarita; Ashley picked up a tablet that was on a bedside table and fiddled with it for a few seconds before putting it back and turning to them. “So... what can I do for you today?” She emphasized the word “I,” stretching it out so it sounded like “Aaaah.”
Tara looked at Jessica, who said, “Actually, I’d just like to watch for awhile.” She took a seat at the table that occupied one corner of the room.
Tara thought for a moment and said, “You know what, me too.” She sat down in the other chair and leaned back. “Ashley, dear, why don’t you get naked for us? Slowly, please.”
Ashley obediently began to strip, starting with her blouse. She had wonderful, full tits that were encased in a black lace push-up bra. She reached behind her to unclasp it, then shrugged her shoulders and let the bra gently slide down and off. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she lifted one to her mouth and licked her nipple, looking Tara straight in the eye.
“Oh, my,” said Tara delightedly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Ashley nodded as she raised the other breast to her mouth, this time making eye contact with Jessica. Just then there was a knock at the door, and Ashley said. “Come on in.”
The door opened and the lady in the maid’s uniform entered bearing a tray of drinks. She sat the drinks down on the table, glanced briefly at Ashley’s naked chest, smiled at her, and left.
Jessica and Tara clinked glasses and said, “What color panties do you think she’s wearing? I say pink.”
Jessica shook her head. “White, definitely.”
They both looked over at Ashley, who lifted her skirt to display a pair of classic white cotton panties. “Damn,” said Tara. “Oh well, you can’t win them all.”
Ashley pulled the skirt up over her head and off – it took some doing for her to get it over her boobs, but she managed. “Show us your ass,” said Tara. In response, Ashley walked over next to Tara, bending over so her butt was just inches from Tara’s face. Tara enthusiastically smacked her rump with an open hand, then hooked one finger into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.
Once the panties hit the ground, Tara spun Ashley around to face them. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was a little darker than the hair on her head. Tara planted a kiss right on her pubis and said, “Now go sit down on the bed.” Ashley complied, smiling widely as she played with her nipples to make them harder.
“Legs apart,” ordered Tara, so Ashley reached down, put one hand on each knee, and slowly spread them. “Mmmm, nice,” said Tara, licking her lips and staring at the younger girl’s sweet pink pussy. “Now finger yourself.”
Ashley pushed a finger slowly between her pussy lips, again gazing into the eyes of each of her clients in turn. This girl is certainly not shy, thought Jessica. She found herself wondering how Ashley had gotten here... though Ashley was probably an alias, of course. She wondered if she should feel guilty about this, if this girl was being exploited. Most likely she was, but what could be done about it?
Jessica looked over at Tara. There were no such doubts in Tara’s eyes; they were burning bright with pure lust as she said to Ashley, “Show me that finger.” Ashley pulled it out of her pussy and held it in the air. “Now clean it off.”
With a knowing grin that suddenly made her seem much older, Ashley brought the finger to her mouth and extended her tongue. She slowly and carefully licked all the girl juice off it, then just sat there with her finger in her mouth, looking at once innocent and debased.
After gulping down the last of her margarita, Tara stood and approached the bed. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward to taste Ashley’s cunt. “Oh my God,” she said, prying Ashley’s labia apart with her fingers. “So good!”
Ashley gazed steadily at Jessica as Tara ate her pussy. Did she feel powerful in this moment, Jessica wondered? It seemed like she did. Tara slurped away hungrily, seemingly intoxicated by the taste of the younger girl’s slit; Ashley’s mouth had formed into an “O” and her breath had quickened a little, but she otherwise seemed calm and impassive.
Finally, though, Tara focused in on Ashley’s clit and Ashley’s eyes went glassy. She let herself fall back onto the bed and let out her first audible moan. Jessica pondered. Her pussy was burning. Should I? she thought.
To hell with it, she decided. There’s no point pretending I’m not a part of this. She stripped off her pants and panties and went to sit on Ashley’s face.
..
A light snow was falling as they exited the hotel. There was no missing the limo waiting for them – it was the biggest and, somehow, the blackest that Jessica had ever seen. The driver, an enormous African-American man – at least 6 foot 6 – nodded to them and opened the door.
The three of them sat down facing the rear of the vehicle, opposite Mimi, Tara, and Blondie. Settling back into her seat – the leather was the softest she’d ever felt – Jessica suddenly found herself feeling unesy. It was like this was all too much – too decadent, beyond the pale. It was just wrong somehow. But they were here now, the car was pulling out onto the street, so she shook it off.
They all had a cocktail, and then another, as the limo left the city and cruised down a dark, tree-lined highway. Jessica had no idea where they were going, and this bothered her a little bit; she liked to be in control of these kinds of things. She could have checked her phone but made a conscious decision not to – instead she concentrated on her cool, delicious beverage and the five beautiful women she was with. Tara, in particular, looked extremely fetching that night in a chic black dress that showed off her lovely shoulders.
In her mind’s eye Jessica pictured Tara dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor of the limo, and diving between Jessica’s legs. She probably could have made this fantasy a reality by opening her mouth and asking. But at the moment she was content just to imagine, let her mind wander.
By Jessica’s reckoning it was just under an hour later when they made their way down a long, meandering driveway to an imposing old mansion – dating from the 1930s, she guessed. It looked like something out of The Great Gatsby.
After leaving the limo they climbed a flight of stairs to the front door, which was flanked by two imposing-looking men in suits and sunglasses. Mimi nodded to them and the one on the left moved his head, just barely visibly, in response. Apparently they were expected.
In the expansive foyer they were greeted by a glamorous-looking redhead in an old-fashioned red gown. She was tall to begin with and was wearing extremely high heels, so she towered over all of them, smiling pleasantly but a little intimidating nonetheless.
She took Mimi’s hand and kissed her softly on each cheek. “A pleasure to see you again.”
“I’m glad to be here,” said Mimi. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this.”
An older woman in a maid’s uniform took their coats, and their hostess invited them to be seated on a large sofa against one wall. “Do you have anything in particular in mind?” she asked.
Mimi shook her head. “No, let’s see the selection.”
“Very good.” The redhead walked to the corner of the room and rang a bell. Almost immediately, women began to appear, one by one, each one more beautiful than the last. Within five minutes there were maybe 25 of them arrayed across one side of the room, up the stairs leading to the second floor, and on the balcony above. Every race and color was represented, and every size – from a slip of a girl who looked about four feet tall, to a six-foot-plus amazon with powerful shoulders. Jessica shook her head in amazement.
Gesturing toward the gathered throng, Mimi said, “As our guest, first choice is yours.”
Feeling magnanimous, Jessica told Marie that she could go first. After taking a minute to look around, Marie pointed to the top of the stairs. Halfway hidden in the shadows was a black girl who Jessica hadn’t even noticed, but she could tell immediately that Marie had made an excellent choice. This woman was not just beautiful – with dark creamy skin, perfect cheekbones, and a mane of long black hair – but had a regal quality, a bearing that made her seem like mistress of all she surveyed.
The dark-skinned beauty made her way down the stairs, moving gracefully and fluidly, growing more lovely with every step closer. As she approached, Jessica could see that her eyes were an incongruous but dazzling bright blue. Despite her color there was something vaguely Asian about her features; it was almost as if all the best qualities of the world’s women had been combined in one person. When she took Marie’s hand and led her away Jessica almost followed them, but then she thought, no, let Marie have this treat to herself – she deserves it.
Jane chose next, picking a very slim, petite Asian girl who to Jessica’s eye looked Thai. Then it was Jessica’s turn, but she felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. After a couple minutes of indecision, Jessica looked over at Mimi and her entourage, who were being polite but clearly growing impatient. Suddenly she was struck with an idea. She walked over and whispered in Mimi’s ear; Mimi shrugged and said, “Fine with me.”
Mimi turned to Tara and said “Your turn.” Tara knew exactly what she wanted; she pointed to a cutie in a plaid skirt with light brown hair and glasses. She looked maybe 19; she could just as well have been one of the cheerleaders back home, thought Jessica. As the girl came toward them, Mimi said to Tara, “She’s with you,” indicating Jessica.
Tara smiled and nodded her head. “Cool.”
“Hi, my name’s Ashley,” said the girl, a trace of Southern accent audible in her speech. “How are you all doing today?”
“We’re doing great,” answered Tara, unabashedly staring at Ashley’s swaying ass as she preceded them up the stairs. “I’m Tara, by the way.”
Jessica introduced herself as well, and Ashley led them to a spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom. “Would you ladies like a drink? I can have something brought up.” Jessica asked for a martini, Tara for a margarita; Ashley picked up a tablet that was on a bedside table and fiddled with it for a few seconds before putting it back and turning to them. “So... what can I do for you today?” She emphasized the word “I,” stretching it out so it sounded like “Aaaah.”
Tara looked at Jessica, who said, “Actually, I’d just like to watch for awhile.” She took a seat at the table that occupied one corner of the room.
Tara thought for a moment and said, “You know what, me too.” She sat down in the other chair and leaned back. “Ashley, dear, why don’t you get naked for us? Slowly, please.”
Ashley obediently began to strip, starting with her blouse. She had wonderful, full tits that were encased in a black lace push-up bra. She reached behind her to unclasp it, then shrugged her shoulders and let the bra gently slide down and off. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she lifted one to her mouth and licked her nipple, looking Tara straight in the eye.
“Oh, my,” said Tara delightedly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Ashley nodded as she raised the other breast to her mouth, this time making eye contact with Jessica. Just then there was a knock at the door, and Ashley said. “Come on in.”
The door opened and the lady in the maid’s uniform entered bearing a tray of drinks. She sat the drinks down on the table, glanced briefly at Ashley’s naked chest, smiled at her, and left.
Jessica and Tara clinked glasses and said, “What color panties do you think she’s wearing? I say pink.”
Jessica shook her head. “White, definitely.”
They both looked over at Ashley, who lifted her skirt to display a pair of classic white cotton panties. “Damn,” said Tara. “Oh well, you can’t win them all.”
Ashley pulled the skirt up over her head and off – it took some doing for her to get it over her boobs, but she managed. “Show us your ass,” said Tara. In response, Ashley walked over next to Tara, bending over so her butt was just inches from Tara’s face. Tara enthusiastically smacked her rump with an open hand, then hooked one finger into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down.
Once the panties hit the ground, Tara spun Ashley around to face them. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was a little darker than the hair on her head. Tara planted a kiss right on her pubis and said, “Now go sit down on the bed.” Ashley complied, smiling widely as she played with her nipples to make them harder.
“Legs apart,” ordered Tara, so Ashley reached down, put one hand on each knee, and slowly spread them. “Mmmm, nice,” said Tara, licking her lips and staring at the younger girl’s sweet pink pussy. “Now finger yourself.”
Ashley pushed a finger slowly between her pussy lips, again gazing into the eyes of each of her clients in turn. This girl is certainly not shy, thought Jessica. She found herself wondering how Ashley had gotten here... though Ashley was probably an alias, of course. She wondered if she should feel guilty about this, if this girl was being exploited. Most likely she was, but what could be done about it?
Jessica looked over at Tara. There were no such doubts in Tara’s eyes; they were burning bright with pure lust as she said to Ashley, “Show me that finger.” Ashley pulled it out of her pussy and held it in the air. “Now clean it off.”
With a knowing grin that suddenly made her seem much older, Ashley brought the finger to her mouth and extended her tongue. She slowly and carefully licked all the girl juice off it, then just sat there with her finger in her mouth, looking at once innocent and debased.
After gulping down the last of her margarita, Tara stood and approached the bed. She dropped to her knees and leaned forward to taste Ashley’s cunt. “Oh my God,” she said, prying Ashley’s labia apart with her fingers. “So good!”
Ashley gazed steadily at Jessica as Tara ate her pussy. Did she feel powerful in this moment, Jessica wondered? It seemed like she did. Tara slurped away hungrily, seemingly intoxicated by the taste of the younger girl’s slit; Ashley’s mouth had formed into an “O” and her breath had quickened a little, but she otherwise seemed calm and impassive.
Finally, though, Tara focused in on Ashley’s clit and Ashley’s eyes went glassy. She let herself fall back onto the bed and let out her first audible moan. Jessica pondered. Her pussy was burning. Should I? she thought.
To hell with it, she decided. There’s no point pretending I’m not a part of this. She stripped off her pants and panties and went to sit on Ashley’s face.
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Sunday, June 7, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 111
Jessica ended up getting trapped in the bedroom for the next two hours. First Chantelle brought a friend in to try out the magic strap-on; then that girl went and got another friend; then the French girls got involved. Jessica let them do most of the work, but by the time she finally put on a robe and went to the kitchen for ice water, she was pretty spent.
As she stood there sipping the cold beverage, she had to smile at herself. Listen to me complain, she thought. No one wants to hear how hard it is fucking all these lingerie models. It’s good work if you can get it.
There was a loud knock at the front door and since she was close by, Jessica went to answer it. Swinging the door open, she found herself looking at the cute Asian girl from the front desk; standing this close, Jessica could read her nametag, which said “Josie.”
Josie started to open her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Jessica could see that Josie’s eyes were focused on something inside the suite, and turning to look over her shoulder, she saw two girls 69ing on the couch while a third stood next to them, sipping champagne and masturbating.
Jessica let Josie watch for a few seconds, then said, “What can I do for you?”
Josie shook her head and refocused on her reason for being there. “I’m sorry to bother you, but we’ve had some complaints,” she said. “About the noise.”
The music was still pretty loud, Jessica realized, and it was getting into the wee hours. “Of course. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you,” said Josie, and turned to go. But while her body swiveled, her eyes remained fixed on the scene in the parlor. Jessica could tell that it was exerting a gravitational pull on her, and thought about inviting her in, but somehow the moment just didn’t seem right. Josie at last tore her gaze away and headed for the elevator.
Jessica went to turn the music down; no one was dancing anymore, anyway. A few people had left, and those who remained seemed to be otherwise occupied. There was a cluster of naked bodies in the corner of the living room, soft moans and sighs now audible over the quiet background music.
As she walked into the parlor, Jessica saw that the head at the bottom of the 69 she’d seen belonged to Jane. The ass facing her did not look familiar, but she gave it a nice slap anyway. Its owner turned to look at Jessica – she was a striking brunette with glittering blue eyes – smiled, then dove back between Jane’s legs.
Jessica slid two fingers into the brunette’s pussy, locking eyes briefly with Jane, who grinned sheepishly. The she brought the fingers to her mouth and licked off the juice. Delicious. And yet she was strangely uninterested in sex at the moment. For the time being, she’d had enough.
In the next room she found a poker game underway between Mimi, Tara, Erica, and another woman who they introduced as Debra. Taking a seat, Jessica asked them to deal her in. Tara started dealing the cards, but Mimi was looking at her strangely, and she realized, Oh, right, money. She found her wallet and extracted a few bills, added them to the pile of cash that Mimi indicated. Mimi counted her out a stack of chips and pushed them across the table.
Within a couple of hands it was obvious that Mimi and Jessica were the only serious players there. Mimi had been taking it easy up to that point, playing just for fun; but now she was focused and intent. Jessica felt a little silly playing poker in a bathrobe, but that didn’t stop her from being a formidable opponent. The other women stayed in the game to be social, but mostly folded at the beginning of every hand.
Mimi went on a nice run where she won five hands in a row, ending up with most of the chips on the table in front of her. But then the luck changed and Jessica started winning, until she had twice as many chips as Mimi. The next hand was a big one, and Mimi caught an ace on her last card to win it; after that they were pretty much dead even.
The following hand was seven-card stud, and six cards in, the others had folded and Mimi and Jessica each had a pair of jacks showing. Jessica also had a pair of nines in the hole, so she was feeling pretty confident, but Mimi was betting right along with her. The pot kept growing and growing, and Jessica wondered what Mimi had; she was a pretty good bluffer, and might be trying to buy the pot.
Erica dealt the last down card, and Jessica got a third nine to give her a full house. She had a good poker face but might have been grinning as she pushed all her remaining chips into the middle.
Mimi followed suit and then said, “Well, I’d really like to raise you, but....” she trailed off. “How about this? Tomorrow we have a visit planned to our favorite house of ill repute. How about you come along with us – you and your, um, staff – and the loser foots the bill?”
Jessica thought for a few seconds, trying to read Mimi’s eyes. Then she said “OK, you’re on,” and they flipped over their cards. Mimi also had a full house, but with three eights.
Mimi threw up her hands and smiled wryly. “Well, so it goes. It’s getting late, so I guess we’ll be going.” She stood up and stretched. “Tara, could you go find our wayward Blondie?”
After locating her coat, Mimi handed Jessica a business card and said, “Eight o’clock tomorrow. We’ll pick you up.”
“OK,” said Jessica, and they embraced, not exactly warmly, but sincerely. After that Mimi and her entourage left, as did the rest of the remaining guests. Seeing a couple of tasty specimens that she had not gotten to enjoy, Jessica let out a small sigh of regret; but you can’t have everything, she told herself.
She had just turned toward the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. She thought probably someone had forgotten something, but upon opening the door she found Josie from the front desk. “More complaints?” asked Jessica.
Shaking her head, Josie stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “I just finished my shift.” Jessica smiled. It was obvious from the look in Josie’s eyes what she wanted. Feeling her libido spring back to life, Jessica took Josie by the hand and led her to the bedroom, Marie and Jane falling in behind them.
Once there, Jessica pulled off Josie’s uniform shirt and skirt, then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She had a lovely body, with elegantly formed, handful-sized breasts and an exceptionally narrow waist.
Jessica sat her down on one of the beds and reached down to pull off her panties. She was nervous, Jessica could tell – a good girl who never did things like this, risking her job by fraternizing with guests. So Jessica was determined to make it worth her while, and had Marie suck Josie’s tits while Jane got comfortable between her legs.
Jessica let Jane get Josie warmed up, making her all wet and creamy without making her come, then had Jane and Marie switch places. Marie began lapping away happily while Jessica sat at the head of the bed, stroking Josie’s hair and occasionally kissing her on the forehead and mouth.
When Marie made Josie come she shook and moaned most adorably, then said politely, “Thank you.”
Jessica picked up Magic from where he had been recharging, slipped off her robe, and got into harness. As she approached the bed Josie looked at her wide-eyed, seeming a little scared. For a moment Jessica wondered if she might be a virgin, but the dildo slid in easily enough. Josie braced herself with her heels and raised her hips to take it in, the apprehensive look on her face replaced by one of raw desire.
As the shaft sunk to its hilt Josie grunted, a primitive sound that belied her refined appearance. But after that, as if she’d reminded herself to be quiet, her cries became soft and breathy. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm and when she did she gripped Jessica tightly, quivering all over and biting gently into Jessica’s neck. After that she came three more times in quick succession and then was still. Pulling out with an audible pop, Jessica could see that Josie had fallen fast asleep.
After removing the strap-on and kissing Marie and Jane goodnight, Jessica climbed in next to Josie and pulled the covers up over the two of them. Marie and Jane took the other bed, and that long and eventful day finally came to an end.
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Sunday, April 26, 2015
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 107
Jessica and Mimi had been talking on and off, though it got harder for them to hear each other as the suite filled up with people. The conversation was pleasant enough, though both were somewhat guarded; each felt like the other was sizing her up, taking her measure. There was a steely resolve in Mimi’s gaze, and Jessica felt a certain kinship, but also a tincture of suspicion.
After finishing her drink Jessica made her way to the bathroom, where she spent a nice, peaceful moment taking a long and satisfying pee. Afterward she kept to the margins of the party, playing the role of observer. She felt like in the corners of the room, in the shadows, she could see without being seen.
Marie was sitting with the three French models, talking and giggling. This was Marie at her most flirtatious, twirling her hair in one hand, biting her lip, and casting coy glances at the three gorgeous girls surrounding her – a blonde and two brunettes, one with long hair and one with a chic little bob.
The conversation must have been getting more suggestive, because Marie’s face was reddening and her nipples hardening visibly. After a few minutes the brunette on her left, the one with the short hair, leaned in for a kiss, then the other brunette bent down to take Marie’s right nipple into her mouth. Soon the two of them had Marie pushed back on the couch, eagerly sucking her tits, as the blonde lifted Marie’s apron and crouched between her legs. Jessica grinned as the model nuzzled sweetly into Marie’s pubic hair, then began to lap gently at her pussy.
This was beautiful to behold, but Jessica was curious what else was going on. Just then Jane crossed the far side of the room with a drink on a tray, so Jessica waited a few seconds and trailed along behind her. Jane sat the drink down in front of Mimi, who took her by the wrist and motioned for her to lean closer. Mimi whispered something in her ear, and Jane shrugged in response; Mimi tugged on Jane’s wrist, not roughly but decisively, and Jane tumbled into her lap.
Kissing and biting Jane’s neck, Mimi cupped her breasts in both hands, pinching the nipples to make them hard. Jane leaned back against Mimi’s shoulder, her mouth falling open, as Mimi’s hands slid down her body, over her hips, and through her peach-fuzz pubic hair. Jessica watched intently, both jealous and excited. She saw Mimi’s fingers pry Jane’s pussy lips apart and push between them. Jane squirmed as Mimi fingered her with one hand, using the other to pull Jane’s head to her own and give her a forceful, open-mouthed kiss.
Just then there was a knock at the suite’s front door, and since no one else moved to do anything about it – or even seemed to notice it – Jessica went to answer it herself. She opened the door and there stood a young women who was extremely striking, even by the high standards of the current company. She had long black hair, a perfectly shaped face, and huge, gleaming golden-brown eyes.
“Hi,” she said. “My name is Tara. My, um, employer told me to meet her here. Mimi?”
Jessica invited Tara in and gestured over her shoulder to where Mimi sat. Jane was writhing, arching her back, as Mimi penetrated her with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.
“Thanks,” said Tara, and if anything in this situation was novel or embarrassing for her, she didn’t show it. She walked over to Mimi and bent down, planting a kiss on one cheek. Mimi whispered something into Tara’s ear and Tara nodded.
Taking off her coat, Tara dropped it onto an empty chair and wasted no time getting involved. She licked each of Jane’s nipples, then she clamped her teeth down on one. Jane stiffened visibly, relaxing only when Tara opened her mouth and began trailing her tongue down Jane’s torso. Tara traveled down across Jane’s stomach and arrived finally between her legs. After briefly sucking each of Mimi’s fingertips, Tara flicked her tongue across Jane’s clit. Then she alternated between the two until Jane was quivering on the edge of orgasm.
At this point Tara very gently bit down on Jane’s clit, sending her into a paroxysm that very nearly threw her off Mimi onto the floor. After that Jane lay still and Tara began to strip, pulling off her top and her bra. Her body was magnificent, and Jessica wanted to see what would happen next; but even more than that she wanted another drink, and since it didn’t look like anyone was going to bring her one, she decided to fend for herself.
Entering the parlor, she found that all the furniture had been moved into the corners to create a dance floor. Music was blasting and there was a whole contingent of ladies dancing – some of them fully clothed, some topless, and some naked. Erica was among them, wearing a flowing black skirt but nothing above the waist, boobs bouncing in rhythm as she moved with the music.
After Jessica fixed herself an extra-large martini a new song with a super-funky bassline came on, and Jessica felt herself begin to dance, almost involuntarily. At first she moved slowly, careful not to spill her drink, watching the dancers around her. There were several remarkable specimens, including Chantelle, the girl who had so mesmerized Jessica during the lingerie show. But she found her eyes continually drawn back to Erica, who was simply an amazing dancer. A couple times she spun so that her skirt flew up, and she had nothing on underneath. Jessica found that incredibly sexy, even hotter than the girls there who were wearing nothing at all.
Sitting down her drink, Jessica drifted over next to Erica, and after that it seemed to be just the two of them dancing. Jessica did not consider herself a great dancer, but tonight she felt inspired, and found herself doing things she didn’t know she could do. She took Erica in her arms and twirled her, making her skirt fly up, then boldly reached down and cupped Erica’s ass with one hand. Erica moved closer, grinding her crotch on Jessica’s leg, erect nipples tracing little circles in the air.
After a half-hour of this Jessica and Erica fell together onto the couch, sweaty and exhausted. They spent a few minutes drinking water and catching their breath, watching the other dancers, who were moving now to a slower song. Some of them were making out, some fondling their partners. Chantelle was dirty dancing with a tall, Scandinavian-looking model whose naked breasts were small and exquisitely shaped, tipped with diamond-shaped nipples.
Erica leaned over and said to Jessica, “I was talking with Marie earlier, and she says that new strap-on you got the other day is really something.”
The look in Erica’s eyes told Jessica what she had in mind. “You want to go for a ride?”
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After finishing her drink Jessica made her way to the bathroom, where she spent a nice, peaceful moment taking a long and satisfying pee. Afterward she kept to the margins of the party, playing the role of observer. She felt like in the corners of the room, in the shadows, she could see without being seen.
Marie was sitting with the three French models, talking and giggling. This was Marie at her most flirtatious, twirling her hair in one hand, biting her lip, and casting coy glances at the three gorgeous girls surrounding her – a blonde and two brunettes, one with long hair and one with a chic little bob.
The conversation must have been getting more suggestive, because Marie’s face was reddening and her nipples hardening visibly. After a few minutes the brunette on her left, the one with the short hair, leaned in for a kiss, then the other brunette bent down to take Marie’s right nipple into her mouth. Soon the two of them had Marie pushed back on the couch, eagerly sucking her tits, as the blonde lifted Marie’s apron and crouched between her legs. Jessica grinned as the model nuzzled sweetly into Marie’s pubic hair, then began to lap gently at her pussy.
This was beautiful to behold, but Jessica was curious what else was going on. Just then Jane crossed the far side of the room with a drink on a tray, so Jessica waited a few seconds and trailed along behind her. Jane sat the drink down in front of Mimi, who took her by the wrist and motioned for her to lean closer. Mimi whispered something in her ear, and Jane shrugged in response; Mimi tugged on Jane’s wrist, not roughly but decisively, and Jane tumbled into her lap.
Kissing and biting Jane’s neck, Mimi cupped her breasts in both hands, pinching the nipples to make them hard. Jane leaned back against Mimi’s shoulder, her mouth falling open, as Mimi’s hands slid down her body, over her hips, and through her peach-fuzz pubic hair. Jessica watched intently, both jealous and excited. She saw Mimi’s fingers pry Jane’s pussy lips apart and push between them. Jane squirmed as Mimi fingered her with one hand, using the other to pull Jane’s head to her own and give her a forceful, open-mouthed kiss.
Just then there was a knock at the suite’s front door, and since no one else moved to do anything about it – or even seemed to notice it – Jessica went to answer it herself. She opened the door and there stood a young women who was extremely striking, even by the high standards of the current company. She had long black hair, a perfectly shaped face, and huge, gleaming golden-brown eyes.
“Hi,” she said. “My name is Tara. My, um, employer told me to meet her here. Mimi?”
Jessica invited Tara in and gestured over her shoulder to where Mimi sat. Jane was writhing, arching her back, as Mimi penetrated her with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.
“Thanks,” said Tara, and if anything in this situation was novel or embarrassing for her, she didn’t show it. She walked over to Mimi and bent down, planting a kiss on one cheek. Mimi whispered something into Tara’s ear and Tara nodded.
Taking off her coat, Tara dropped it onto an empty chair and wasted no time getting involved. She licked each of Jane’s nipples, then she clamped her teeth down on one. Jane stiffened visibly, relaxing only when Tara opened her mouth and began trailing her tongue down Jane’s torso. Tara traveled down across Jane’s stomach and arrived finally between her legs. After briefly sucking each of Mimi’s fingertips, Tara flicked her tongue across Jane’s clit. Then she alternated between the two until Jane was quivering on the edge of orgasm.
At this point Tara very gently bit down on Jane’s clit, sending her into a paroxysm that very nearly threw her off Mimi onto the floor. After that Jane lay still and Tara began to strip, pulling off her top and her bra. Her body was magnificent, and Jessica wanted to see what would happen next; but even more than that she wanted another drink, and since it didn’t look like anyone was going to bring her one, she decided to fend for herself.
Entering the parlor, she found that all the furniture had been moved into the corners to create a dance floor. Music was blasting and there was a whole contingent of ladies dancing – some of them fully clothed, some topless, and some naked. Erica was among them, wearing a flowing black skirt but nothing above the waist, boobs bouncing in rhythm as she moved with the music.
After Jessica fixed herself an extra-large martini a new song with a super-funky bassline came on, and Jessica felt herself begin to dance, almost involuntarily. At first she moved slowly, careful not to spill her drink, watching the dancers around her. There were several remarkable specimens, including Chantelle, the girl who had so mesmerized Jessica during the lingerie show. But she found her eyes continually drawn back to Erica, who was simply an amazing dancer. A couple times she spun so that her skirt flew up, and she had nothing on underneath. Jessica found that incredibly sexy, even hotter than the girls there who were wearing nothing at all.
Sitting down her drink, Jessica drifted over next to Erica, and after that it seemed to be just the two of them dancing. Jessica did not consider herself a great dancer, but tonight she felt inspired, and found herself doing things she didn’t know she could do. She took Erica in her arms and twirled her, making her skirt fly up, then boldly reached down and cupped Erica’s ass with one hand. Erica moved closer, grinding her crotch on Jessica’s leg, erect nipples tracing little circles in the air.
After a half-hour of this Jessica and Erica fell together onto the couch, sweaty and exhausted. They spent a few minutes drinking water and catching their breath, watching the other dancers, who were moving now to a slower song. Some of them were making out, some fondling their partners. Chantelle was dirty dancing with a tall, Scandinavian-looking model whose naked breasts were small and exquisitely shaped, tipped with diamond-shaped nipples.
Erica leaned over and said to Jessica, “I was talking with Marie earlier, and she says that new strap-on you got the other day is really something.”
The look in Erica’s eyes told Jessica what she had in mind. “You want to go for a ride?”
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 83
It wasn’t easy for Olivia to make Mimi come; she was at an awkward angle, didn’t have the use of her hands, and couldn’t see a thing – not to mention that she kept getting distracted by Sylvia tanning her ass and thighs with the riding crop. But she eventually did it, and was rewarded with a very satisfying series of shuddering moans, along with fingernail marks on her shoulder that would remain visible for more than a week.
Mimi took a minute to rest and pour herself a new glass of Champagne, but she was far from finished with the two cheerleaders. She pulled Olivia down off the sofa and onto her knees, and bent her over so that her head was between Lexi’s legs. Smelling Lexi’s pussy nearby, Olivia grasped what was wanted of her, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.
Watching Mimi’s eyes all the way, ready to stop immediately if her mistress desired it, Mia now slipped out of her kimono, climbed up onto the table, and covered Lexi’s mouth with her freshly shaved pussy. Mimi sat back and sipped her Champagne, very much enjoying this scenario: the blond cheerleader tied to the table, blindfolded, her crumpled uniform gathered above her waist and below her bust; the Asian cheerleader, on her knees servicing the blonde, blindfolded also and with her skirt hiked up to reveal a bright red ass; and of course Mia, who from this angle could have been Olivia’s sister, pinching her own nipples as she rolled her hips to get more pleasure from Lexi’s tongue.
Claire sat with her legs spread wide, desperately finger-fucking herself, sweat beading on her forehead. Mimi gestured to Emily, who returned a moment later with two strap-ons. After helping Mimi and Sylvia into the harnesses, Emily was allowed to kneel and moisten the artificial phalluses with her tongue and mouth. When they were ready, Sylvia took up a position behind Mia, Mimi behind Olivia. Sylvia bent Mia forward and penetrated her just as Mimi slipped into Olivia.
Claire could wait no longer to get involved, dropping to the floor and wriggling underneath to lick Olivia’s clit as Mimi fucked her. This caused Olivia to come quickly and violently – once, twice, three times – after which Mimi simply rolled her aside and plunged into Lexi. Mia and Lexi were now in 69 position as Mimi and Sylvia alternately filled their mouths and cunts.
At last Mimi and Sylvia stepped away and sat down on a couch, sweaty and grinning, leaving the two younger girls in a tangled heap on the table. Mimi signaled to Emily, who appeared swiftly with a fresh bottle of Champagne, poured glasses for her mistress and Sylvia, and dropped to her knees to clean the various juices off their strap-ons.
After a few minutes Mia rose, walked shakily over to where Mimi was and sat down heavily, a faraway look in her eyes. This left Lexi alone on the table, disheveled and dazed, her pussy gaping helplessly open. Olivia moved to untie her but Mimi said sharply, “Wait.”
Acting on unspoken instructions from her mistress, Emily fitted a face dildo onto Lexi as Mimi unfastened her harness and shook out of it. Moving slowly and deliberately, with a panther’s grace, Mimi stood and knelt on the table straddling Lexi’s head. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she positioned it between her pussy lips and sank down gradually until they were kissing Lexi’s face.
Now Emily gestured for Olivia to stand and fixed up her clothes so she looked once again like a cheerleader rather than a debauched fuck toy. Then Emily outfitted Olivia with a face dildo as well, and as Mimi moaned softly while grinding down on Lexi’s face, Olivia dropped to her knees and obediently pushed her new appendage into the blond cheerleader.
Ten minutes later Lexi was finally released, but only after she’d given Mimi two orgasms and had two more of her own, moaning urgently through the apparatus covering her face. After being helped to her feet by Emily, wobbling like a baby doe standing on her own for the first time, Lexi sat down beside Olivia, who wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. Olivia kissed her friend softly on the forehead, feeling satisfied and warm, yet also somehow unsettled, as if something was going on beyond her comprehension.
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Just as the first rays of dawn were lightening the sky, Claire walked Olivia and Lexi to where the cars were parked, only to find that her battery was dead. Claire asked Olivia for a ride home, and Olivia said “Sure.”
Lexi sprawled out in the back, sighing in contented exhaustion, and Claire took the passenger seat, asking for permission to smoke in the car. Olivia reluctantly agreed, knowing she was already in trouble for coming home so late. Claire cracked a window, sat back and took a puff, exhaling thoughtfully. “I bet you’ve been wondering about all the mirrors,” she said.
“Well, sort of,” answered Olivia. “What do you mean?”
“They’re all one-way mirrors. Mimi’s husband watches everything that happens in that house.”
Olivia nodded. That explained the feeling she’d had; now that she thought about it, she’d sensed unseen eyes on her all night long. The idea was at once chilling and thrilling; it added a whole new dimension of weirdness to an already strange night, one that she would not soon forget.
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Mimi took a minute to rest and pour herself a new glass of Champagne, but she was far from finished with the two cheerleaders. She pulled Olivia down off the sofa and onto her knees, and bent her over so that her head was between Lexi’s legs. Smelling Lexi’s pussy nearby, Olivia grasped what was wanted of her, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.
Watching Mimi’s eyes all the way, ready to stop immediately if her mistress desired it, Mia now slipped out of her kimono, climbed up onto the table, and covered Lexi’s mouth with her freshly shaved pussy. Mimi sat back and sipped her Champagne, very much enjoying this scenario: the blond cheerleader tied to the table, blindfolded, her crumpled uniform gathered above her waist and below her bust; the Asian cheerleader, on her knees servicing the blonde, blindfolded also and with her skirt hiked up to reveal a bright red ass; and of course Mia, who from this angle could have been Olivia’s sister, pinching her own nipples as she rolled her hips to get more pleasure from Lexi’s tongue.
Claire sat with her legs spread wide, desperately finger-fucking herself, sweat beading on her forehead. Mimi gestured to Emily, who returned a moment later with two strap-ons. After helping Mimi and Sylvia into the harnesses, Emily was allowed to kneel and moisten the artificial phalluses with her tongue and mouth. When they were ready, Sylvia took up a position behind Mia, Mimi behind Olivia. Sylvia bent Mia forward and penetrated her just as Mimi slipped into Olivia.
Claire could wait no longer to get involved, dropping to the floor and wriggling underneath to lick Olivia’s clit as Mimi fucked her. This caused Olivia to come quickly and violently – once, twice, three times – after which Mimi simply rolled her aside and plunged into Lexi. Mia and Lexi were now in 69 position as Mimi and Sylvia alternately filled their mouths and cunts.
At last Mimi and Sylvia stepped away and sat down on a couch, sweaty and grinning, leaving the two younger girls in a tangled heap on the table. Mimi signaled to Emily, who appeared swiftly with a fresh bottle of Champagne, poured glasses for her mistress and Sylvia, and dropped to her knees to clean the various juices off their strap-ons.
After a few minutes Mia rose, walked shakily over to where Mimi was and sat down heavily, a faraway look in her eyes. This left Lexi alone on the table, disheveled and dazed, her pussy gaping helplessly open. Olivia moved to untie her but Mimi said sharply, “Wait.”
Acting on unspoken instructions from her mistress, Emily fitted a face dildo onto Lexi as Mimi unfastened her harness and shook out of it. Moving slowly and deliberately, with a panther’s grace, Mimi stood and knelt on the table straddling Lexi’s head. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she positioned it between her pussy lips and sank down gradually until they were kissing Lexi’s face.
Now Emily gestured for Olivia to stand and fixed up her clothes so she looked once again like a cheerleader rather than a debauched fuck toy. Then Emily outfitted Olivia with a face dildo as well, and as Mimi moaned softly while grinding down on Lexi’s face, Olivia dropped to her knees and obediently pushed her new appendage into the blond cheerleader.
Ten minutes later Lexi was finally released, but only after she’d given Mimi two orgasms and had two more of her own, moaning urgently through the apparatus covering her face. After being helped to her feet by Emily, wobbling like a baby doe standing on her own for the first time, Lexi sat down beside Olivia, who wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. Olivia kissed her friend softly on the forehead, feeling satisfied and warm, yet also somehow unsettled, as if something was going on beyond her comprehension.
* * *
Just as the first rays of dawn were lightening the sky, Claire walked Olivia and Lexi to where the cars were parked, only to find that her battery was dead. Claire asked Olivia for a ride home, and Olivia said “Sure.”
Lexi sprawled out in the back, sighing in contented exhaustion, and Claire took the passenger seat, asking for permission to smoke in the car. Olivia reluctantly agreed, knowing she was already in trouble for coming home so late. Claire cracked a window, sat back and took a puff, exhaling thoughtfully. “I bet you’ve been wondering about all the mirrors,” she said.
“Well, sort of,” answered Olivia. “What do you mean?”
“They’re all one-way mirrors. Mimi’s husband watches everything that happens in that house.”
Olivia nodded. That explained the feeling she’d had; now that she thought about it, she’d sensed unseen eyes on her all night long. The idea was at once chilling and thrilling; it added a whole new dimension of weirdness to an already strange night, one that she would not soon forget.
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 82
Sated and exhausted at last, Olivia, Claire, and Lexi retreated to the quiet kitchen for a cold beverage. Then Claire led the way up the side stairs to a rooftop hot tub, where they soaked and looked up at the stars. Claire lit up a hand-rolled cigarette and offered it to Olivia, who passed, then to Lexi, who took a big draw and coughed a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke into Olivia’s face.
Maybe a half-hour later they heard footsteps on the stairs and Mimi’s maid Emily appeared, looking mildly frantic. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you three. The mistress would like you to join her for a glass of Champagne.”
Claire snorted. “Isn’t Champagne usually for the winners?”
Emily shrugged. “I just work here.”
Slipping into robes, they followed Emily downstairs. They found Mimi in an enormous, sparsely furnished room where one big round table was surrounded by a circle of sofas and end tables. The light, which was rich but muted, came from wall sconces and again one wall was completely covered by a mirror, making the room seem to extend off into infinity. The other walls were decorated with whips, chains, riding crops, and other instruments of punishment.
Sylvia a.k.a. The Predator was there, Champagne in hand. Sitting next to her was Mia, who had earlier been wearing pajamas but was now in a kimono, as was Mimi. Mimi gestured for the new arrivals to sit, and Emily poured them all glasses.
“Valiant efforts, all of you,” said Mimi, raising her glass. “Cheers.”
They all drank, and Mimi then turned her attention to Lexi. “What was your name, sweetheart?”
“Lexi.”
“And you came with Olivia, yes?” Lexi nodded. “How do you two know each other?”
“We go to school together.”
“Where do you go to school?” asked Mimi.
Lexi answered, and as the conversation continued, it eventually came out that she and Olivia were cheerleaders. Mimi immediately froze, here eyes wide. “Are you really cheerleaders?” she asked. Lexi and Olivia both nodded. “Oh, my,” said Mimi, sitting her glass down. Her eyes shot over to Emily. “Do we have any cheerleader uniforms?”
“I think we do,” answered Emily.
“Get them.”
Emily went off on this mission while Claire took the two girls to a bathroom, where she washed and blow-dried their hair. Emily appeared some time later with two sets of pom-poms and two cheerleader uniforms. They didn’t quite fit and didn’t match – one was maroon and yellow, the other blue and gold – but Lexi and Olivia looked quite sexy in them anyway. When they returned to where the others were, Mimi’s eyes lit up.
“Well well well,” she murmured, sipping her champagne, looking the girls up and down. “OK,” she said at last, “cheer for me.”
Olivia and Lexi complied, doing a short routine that ended with them leaping in the air, waving their pom-poms overhead. Neither was wearing a bra, so their breasts continued bobbing for several seconds after they finished.
Mimi and the others applauded, after which Mimi picked up her half-full Champagne glass, downed it in one gulp, sat it down again, and stood up. “Now come over here.”
When they complied Mimi spun the two cheerleaders around, positioned them on their knees, and motioned to Mia, who returned shortly with two blindfolds, two ballgags, and two pairs of handcuffs. Soon Olivia and Lexi were both bent over the sofa, gagged and blindfolded with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Mimi lifted their skirts, pulled their panties down to their knees, and reached for a riding crop.
“I’ve always wanted to punish cheerleaders,” said Mimi as she landed the first blow on each ass in turn. “The ones in my high school were not very nice.” She continued until both butts were nice and red, then bent down to make sure they were hot as well. While she was there she slid a hand between each girl’s legs, and was pleased to find that they were wet and sticky down there.
At Mimi’s behest Mia and Emily stood Lexi up, uncuffed her, and stretched her out face-up on the table. They tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs so she was spread-eagled as Mimi pulled up her top to expose her breasts and snapped on nipple clamps. Lexi whimpered softly as Mimi slid her fingernails up and down the girl’s soft inner thighs, then moaned helplessly as Mimi ran one finger between her pussy lips while simultaneously tugging on the nipple clamps.
Mimi fed the wet finger to Mia, who sucked it clean then looked at Lexi’s crotch and back at Mimi as if to say “May I?” But Mimi wanted Lexi to marinate a while longer; instead she turned her attention to Olivia, who was wondering what might be going on behind her.
Olivia felt a warmth as Mimi sat down next to her. Pulling off Olivia’s gag, Mimi opened her kimono and drew the cheerleader’s head to her chest. Sylvia, tired of just watching, picked up the riding crop and applied a series of stinging little taps across Olivia’s thighs and crotch.
Mia, meanwhile, leaned over Lexi and played with her nipple clamps while licking up and down her ears, shoulders, and neck. Looking over at Mimi again for approval, and this time getting a nod of assent, Mia unfastened Lexi’s gag, popped it out of her mouth, and replaced it with one breast, then the other. Wanting to taste Lexi’s nipples, Mia now lifted off the clamps and commenced to lick and nibble the inflamed teats.
Mimi guided Olivia’s head down across her stomach and between her legs, which she opened wider to give the cheerleader better access. Directly across from them Claire sat rubbing her pussy with one finger, and behind her stood Emily, moving nothing but her eyes as she took in the scene before her.
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Maybe a half-hour later they heard footsteps on the stairs and Mimi’s maid Emily appeared, looking mildly frantic. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking all over for you three. The mistress would like you to join her for a glass of Champagne.”
Claire snorted. “Isn’t Champagne usually for the winners?”
Emily shrugged. “I just work here.”
Slipping into robes, they followed Emily downstairs. They found Mimi in an enormous, sparsely furnished room where one big round table was surrounded by a circle of sofas and end tables. The light, which was rich but muted, came from wall sconces and again one wall was completely covered by a mirror, making the room seem to extend off into infinity. The other walls were decorated with whips, chains, riding crops, and other instruments of punishment.
Sylvia a.k.a. The Predator was there, Champagne in hand. Sitting next to her was Mia, who had earlier been wearing pajamas but was now in a kimono, as was Mimi. Mimi gestured for the new arrivals to sit, and Emily poured them all glasses.
“Valiant efforts, all of you,” said Mimi, raising her glass. “Cheers.”
They all drank, and Mimi then turned her attention to Lexi. “What was your name, sweetheart?”
“Lexi.”
“And you came with Olivia, yes?” Lexi nodded. “How do you two know each other?”
“We go to school together.”
“Where do you go to school?” asked Mimi.
Lexi answered, and as the conversation continued, it eventually came out that she and Olivia were cheerleaders. Mimi immediately froze, here eyes wide. “Are you really cheerleaders?” she asked. Lexi and Olivia both nodded. “Oh, my,” said Mimi, sitting her glass down. Her eyes shot over to Emily. “Do we have any cheerleader uniforms?”
“I think we do,” answered Emily.
“Get them.”
Emily went off on this mission while Claire took the two girls to a bathroom, where she washed and blow-dried their hair. Emily appeared some time later with two sets of pom-poms and two cheerleader uniforms. They didn’t quite fit and didn’t match – one was maroon and yellow, the other blue and gold – but Lexi and Olivia looked quite sexy in them anyway. When they returned to where the others were, Mimi’s eyes lit up.
“Well well well,” she murmured, sipping her champagne, looking the girls up and down. “OK,” she said at last, “cheer for me.”
Olivia and Lexi complied, doing a short routine that ended with them leaping in the air, waving their pom-poms overhead. Neither was wearing a bra, so their breasts continued bobbing for several seconds after they finished.
Mimi and the others applauded, after which Mimi picked up her half-full Champagne glass, downed it in one gulp, sat it down again, and stood up. “Now come over here.”
When they complied Mimi spun the two cheerleaders around, positioned them on their knees, and motioned to Mia, who returned shortly with two blindfolds, two ballgags, and two pairs of handcuffs. Soon Olivia and Lexi were both bent over the sofa, gagged and blindfolded with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Mimi lifted their skirts, pulled their panties down to their knees, and reached for a riding crop.
“I’ve always wanted to punish cheerleaders,” said Mimi as she landed the first blow on each ass in turn. “The ones in my high school were not very nice.” She continued until both butts were nice and red, then bent down to make sure they were hot as well. While she was there she slid a hand between each girl’s legs, and was pleased to find that they were wet and sticky down there.
At Mimi’s behest Mia and Emily stood Lexi up, uncuffed her, and stretched her out face-up on the table. They tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs so she was spread-eagled as Mimi pulled up her top to expose her breasts and snapped on nipple clamps. Lexi whimpered softly as Mimi slid her fingernails up and down the girl’s soft inner thighs, then moaned helplessly as Mimi ran one finger between her pussy lips while simultaneously tugging on the nipple clamps.
Mimi fed the wet finger to Mia, who sucked it clean then looked at Lexi’s crotch and back at Mimi as if to say “May I?” But Mimi wanted Lexi to marinate a while longer; instead she turned her attention to Olivia, who was wondering what might be going on behind her.
Olivia felt a warmth as Mimi sat down next to her. Pulling off Olivia’s gag, Mimi opened her kimono and drew the cheerleader’s head to her chest. Sylvia, tired of just watching, picked up the riding crop and applied a series of stinging little taps across Olivia’s thighs and crotch.
Mia, meanwhile, leaned over Lexi and played with her nipple clamps while licking up and down her ears, shoulders, and neck. Looking over at Mimi again for approval, and this time getting a nod of assent, Mia unfastened Lexi’s gag, popped it out of her mouth, and replaced it with one breast, then the other. Wanting to taste Lexi’s nipples, Mia now lifted off the clamps and commenced to lick and nibble the inflamed teats.
Mimi guided Olivia’s head down across her stomach and between her legs, which she opened wider to give the cheerleader better access. Directly across from them Claire sat rubbing her pussy with one finger, and behind her stood Emily, moving nothing but her eyes as she took in the scene before her.
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Saturday, August 31, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 79
Olivia tugged at the hem of her skirt as she climbed the stairs out of the museum. She had decided not to wait for Claire and Lexi — she really needed to pee, and anyway she sensed that Claire and Lexi might not be done with each other for awhile.
After climbing several sets of stairs, the music growing louder and louder, she finally found herself walking into what looked what a nightclub: a cavernous room, dimly lit but strobing with color, dancing bodies all around. One wall of the room was taken up by an enormous mirror that made the space look even bigger than it was — almost infinite.
Olivia moved in among the dancers and felt her body begin to move of its own volition. Looking around, she saw that she was surrounded by women of all ages, sizes, and colors. There were no men in the crowd as far as she could tell — one sharply dressed figure in a suit and hat turned out, upon further examination, to have prominent breasts and the softest-looking skin Olivia had ever laid eyes on.
After dancing nearby for a minute, Olivia decided that she simply had to touch that skin, see what it felt like. Working her way over behind the mystery woman, Olivia stared briefly at the back of her neck; her hair was swept up under the hat, revealing a soft and shapely nape. Olivia gently reached out and touched it; an electric shudder ran through her and the woman turned around, looking surprised at first, then favoring Olivia with a knowing smile.
The woman grabbed Olivia and pulled her close, and the two began to dance. Olivia didn’t have much formal dance training, but her partner led forcefully, whirling Olivia around the dance floor, dipping and spinning her. At one point as she hung upside-down, feeling a little dizzy from the twirling and the strobe light, Olivia caught sight of Mimi. She was sitting in one corner of the room in an enormous chair that to Olivia looked like a throne; on either side of her were small groups of women in slightly lower chairs.
One of the chairs was empty and at that moment it looked very appealing to Olivia. Between everything that had happened that day, being swung around and held upside-down, and whatever had been in those cookies, she was feeling unsteady on her feet. She whispered thanks into the ear of her dance partner and stood looking indecisively at the empty chair, wondering if it would be a faux pas to sit in it.
Suddenly there was a commotion on one side of the room. A tall blonde Amazon in a bikini was moving the crowd away as a crew of three other women in bikinis dragged a big blue mat into place and unfolded it. The music stopped and the Amazon began to speak in a booming voice.
“Welcome, everyone. Tonight’s first bout will feature Judy from the Jungle —” here she gestured to one of the ladies in bikinis, a short, stout brunette — “versus Penny Pretty.” A thin redhead with short hair, dressed in black lace bra and panties, waved her hand. “The match will begin in three minutes, so get your wagers down now.”
There was a murmur among the crowd and Olivia saw Mimi lean over to one of the women sitting next to her and gesture toward Judy from the Jungle. The other woman nodded and held up three fingers.
Judy and Penny moved to face each other in the center of the mat and when the three minutes had elapsed the Amazon (who was known to most at the party simply as Blondie) rang a bell. The two women grasped each other by the shoulders and began to grapple. Judy got Penny down very quickly and the outcome of the match was never really in doubt. Penny struggled valiantly but soon it was clear that Judy was just toying with her, stretching out the match for the entertainment of the crowd.
Holding Penny down with one hand and a knee, Judy reached down and pulled off Penny’s bra, then her panties, drawing bursts of applause and hoots from the audience. Rolling Penny over, Judy spanked her on the ass once, twice, three times, then turned her onto her back and pinned her.
Judy stood and clasped her hands over her head, drinking in the cheers of the crowd. Blondie approached and held one of Judy’s hands over her head to declare her the winner, then handed her a strap-on and helped her into the harness.
Judy turned to face Penny, who had risen to her knees, and put a hand on her head. Penny obediently began to lick the strap-on, running her tongue up the bottom and along the top, and kissed Judy on the abdomen before taking the plastic shaft into her mouth. Judy thrust her hips forward, driving the dildo deeper into Penny’s throat and drawing a round of fresh cheers.
After giving Penny a good face-fucking Judy bent her over and gestured to Blondie, who was holding a riding crop that she now handed to Judy. After whooshing the crop through the air a couple times, Judy brought it down hard on Penny’s ass, making a resounding “thwack” that echoed through the suddenly quiet room. Judy punished the other cheek, then alternated back and forth until Penny’s whole rear was crisscrossed with red marks. Only then did Judy get down onto one knee and guide the strap-on into Penny’s shaved pussy.
Judy forced the riding crop into Penny’s mouth and she bit down on it as Judy fucked her, slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity as the crowd shouted encouragement. Soon Penny was face-down on the floor, her breasts being mashed into the mat as Judy gripped her by the waist and pounded away. Penny’s face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy and the riding crop fell from between her teeth as she began to pant visibly.
Mimi stood and walked to stand right in front of Penny, who lifted her head slightly to kiss Mimi’s black boots, then let out a primal moan as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her. Judy pulled out and left Penny in a sweaty heap on the mat; Blondie and another woman then lifted Penny and carried her over to a chair, where she sat back with a contented smile and a faraway look in her eyes.
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Halfway up she paused and looked back at the gigantic picture on the wall — a picture in which she appeared completely nude, engaged in graphic sexual activity with another female. From this perspective she noticed that her face was a little blurry; the focus was on Claire, who was gazing reverently into Olivia’s crotch while fingering her. It would be a little weird to walk around after this knowing the photo was there — but more than a little sexy, too.
As she neared the top of the steps she heard music in the distance, something bass-heavy and dancy. Feeling her pulse accelerate, she quickly found a bathroom, relieved herself, and went off in search of the source of the music. She wasn’t as high as she had been, but still pleasantly buzzed, and felt like dancing.
As she neared the top of the steps she heard music in the distance, something bass-heavy and dancy. Feeling her pulse accelerate, she quickly found a bathroom, relieved herself, and went off in search of the source of the music. She wasn’t as high as she had been, but still pleasantly buzzed, and felt like dancing.
After climbing several sets of stairs, the music growing louder and louder, she finally found herself walking into what looked what a nightclub: a cavernous room, dimly lit but strobing with color, dancing bodies all around. One wall of the room was taken up by an enormous mirror that made the space look even bigger than it was — almost infinite.
Olivia moved in among the dancers and felt her body begin to move of its own volition. Looking around, she saw that she was surrounded by women of all ages, sizes, and colors. There were no men in the crowd as far as she could tell — one sharply dressed figure in a suit and hat turned out, upon further examination, to have prominent breasts and the softest-looking skin Olivia had ever laid eyes on.
After dancing nearby for a minute, Olivia decided that she simply had to touch that skin, see what it felt like. Working her way over behind the mystery woman, Olivia stared briefly at the back of her neck; her hair was swept up under the hat, revealing a soft and shapely nape. Olivia gently reached out and touched it; an electric shudder ran through her and the woman turned around, looking surprised at first, then favoring Olivia with a knowing smile.
The woman grabbed Olivia and pulled her close, and the two began to dance. Olivia didn’t have much formal dance training, but her partner led forcefully, whirling Olivia around the dance floor, dipping and spinning her. At one point as she hung upside-down, feeling a little dizzy from the twirling and the strobe light, Olivia caught sight of Mimi. She was sitting in one corner of the room in an enormous chair that to Olivia looked like a throne; on either side of her were small groups of women in slightly lower chairs.
One of the chairs was empty and at that moment it looked very appealing to Olivia. Between everything that had happened that day, being swung around and held upside-down, and whatever had been in those cookies, she was feeling unsteady on her feet. She whispered thanks into the ear of her dance partner and stood looking indecisively at the empty chair, wondering if it would be a faux pas to sit in it.
Suddenly there was a commotion on one side of the room. A tall blonde Amazon in a bikini was moving the crowd away as a crew of three other women in bikinis dragged a big blue mat into place and unfolded it. The music stopped and the Amazon began to speak in a booming voice.
“Welcome, everyone. Tonight’s first bout will feature Judy from the Jungle —” here she gestured to one of the ladies in bikinis, a short, stout brunette — “versus Penny Pretty.” A thin redhead with short hair, dressed in black lace bra and panties, waved her hand. “The match will begin in three minutes, so get your wagers down now.”
There was a murmur among the crowd and Olivia saw Mimi lean over to one of the women sitting next to her and gesture toward Judy from the Jungle. The other woman nodded and held up three fingers.
Judy and Penny moved to face each other in the center of the mat and when the three minutes had elapsed the Amazon (who was known to most at the party simply as Blondie) rang a bell. The two women grasped each other by the shoulders and began to grapple. Judy got Penny down very quickly and the outcome of the match was never really in doubt. Penny struggled valiantly but soon it was clear that Judy was just toying with her, stretching out the match for the entertainment of the crowd.
Holding Penny down with one hand and a knee, Judy reached down and pulled off Penny’s bra, then her panties, drawing bursts of applause and hoots from the audience. Rolling Penny over, Judy spanked her on the ass once, twice, three times, then turned her onto her back and pinned her.
Judy stood and clasped her hands over her head, drinking in the cheers of the crowd. Blondie approached and held one of Judy’s hands over her head to declare her the winner, then handed her a strap-on and helped her into the harness.
Judy turned to face Penny, who had risen to her knees, and put a hand on her head. Penny obediently began to lick the strap-on, running her tongue up the bottom and along the top, and kissed Judy on the abdomen before taking the plastic shaft into her mouth. Judy thrust her hips forward, driving the dildo deeper into Penny’s throat and drawing a round of fresh cheers.
After giving Penny a good face-fucking Judy bent her over and gestured to Blondie, who was holding a riding crop that she now handed to Judy. After whooshing the crop through the air a couple times, Judy brought it down hard on Penny’s ass, making a resounding “thwack” that echoed through the suddenly quiet room. Judy punished the other cheek, then alternated back and forth until Penny’s whole rear was crisscrossed with red marks. Only then did Judy get down onto one knee and guide the strap-on into Penny’s shaved pussy.
Judy forced the riding crop into Penny’s mouth and she bit down on it as Judy fucked her, slowly at first, then with increasing ferocity as the crowd shouted encouragement. Soon Penny was face-down on the floor, her breasts being mashed into the mat as Judy gripped her by the waist and pounded away. Penny’s face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy and the riding crop fell from between her teeth as she began to pant visibly.
Mimi stood and walked to stand right in front of Penny, who lifted her head slightly to kiss Mimi’s black boots, then let out a primal moan as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her. Judy pulled out and left Penny in a sweaty heap on the mat; Blondie and another woman then lifted Penny and carried her over to a chair, where she sat back with a contented smile and a faraway look in her eyes.
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Friday, August 2, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 78
Arriving home, Olivia found that she had a hard time sitting still. The idea of going to Mimi’s party intimidated her; something about the vibe in that house made her wonder what kinds of things might go on there at night. At the same time, she was intensely curious. For awhile she just rested in bed, feeling indecisive, vague images of the day’s events floating through her head.
Then she remembered that Mimi had said to bring a friend. If I can find someone to come with me, Olivia decided, I’ll go.
The only person to respond to her text was Lexi, who was on her own for the night and more than willing to go out. So now Olivia approached her mother.
“Mom, I’m going to a party tonight.”
“Oh, OK, honey. Whose party?”
“One of the girls from school,” Olivia lied. “Can I use the car?”
Olivia’s mom looked confused. “You can’t walk?”
“Um, well, it’s actually at this girl’s cousin’s house, which is a little out of town,” Olivia deftly embellished.
“Oh. Well, sure. No drinking if you’re driving, though, honey.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yes, mother.”
* * *
On the drive over Lexi asked Olivia, “So how do you know this person?”
Olivia flushed. “I... err... um, it’s a long story. But it’s a beautiful house and I bet she’ll throw an amazing party.”
* * *
When Olivia and Lexi arrived at Mimi’s house. they were surprised to find only a couple of cars in the driveway. By the pool they found Claire, who was enjoying the last few minutes of sunlight, bundled up against the growing cold.
“You’re actually a little early,” said Claire. “Festivities here start fashionably late.”
Olivia introduced Claire to Lexi, and the two of them sat down to chat while Olivia went to the kitchen to look for something to snack on. She hadn’t had anything to eat since the spaghetti and she was starving. In the kitchen the first thing that caught her eye was a big plate of fresh-baked chocolate cookies. She helped herself to one and it was incredibly delicious, though with a little bit of a funny aftertaste, something she couldn’t quite identify.
Olivia was finishing her fourth cookie as Claire and Lexi came into the kitchen. Seeing Olivia standing next to the cookies, Claire winked and said, “Be careful with those. They’re pretty potent.”
Olivia gulped. Suddenly she was incredibly thirsty. She poured herself a big glass of milk and quickly drained it. For a second she felt panicky; should she make herself throw up? But then she looked at Claire, who had shed her coat to reveal a stunning red strapless dress, and decided to roll with it. What could go wrong?
* * *
Taking Olivia by one hand and Lexi by the other, Claire led them to a door that she opened to reveal a flight of steps leading downward. “Let me show you guys something,” Claire said, flipping a switch that caused lights to come on below them, flickering at first and then burning steadily.
The two cheerleaders followed Claire downstairs into what looked like the lobby of a museum. Directly in front of them was an enormous painting of a naked woman reclining on a bed. Each of the other three walls also boasted a nude — one a smaller painting, one a photograph, and one a sculpture.
“This is Mimi’s private museum,” explained Claire. Looking around, Olivia noted that all four pieces seemed to be depictions of the same woman. After further study she decided that the woman was, in fact, Mimi.
For several minutes Olivia got caught up in examining the detailed brushwork on the big painting, and when she looked up Claire and Lexi were gone. There was only one hallway leading off the room, so Olivia went down it, perusing the artwork she saw as she went along. Initially it was all paintings or prints that appeared to be on the older side, female nudes of one sort or another. As the hallway continued, twisting slowly to the left, the images grew more recent and more explicit, with some photographs mixed in. Some of them were quite graphic, and Olivia found herself becoming more and more overheated; it was quite warm down there to begin with.
She stopped in front of an image of one woman spanking another and spent a few minutes contemplating it as she touched herself. She was just on the point of coming when she heard a soft moan coming from somewhere close by. Turning a corner, she came across a tableau that would stick in her head for a long time.
On the far wall was a new addition to the museum, a framed print of a shot of Olivia and Claire. They were in 69 position with Claire’s finger penetrating Olivia, who faced the camera, her eyes closed in rapture. Just in front of the photo was a small table, and bent over this table was Lexi, apparently studying the image intently, her nose just inches from the glass. Her skirt was lifted and behind her stood Claire with one hand wedged between Lexi’s thighs. As Olivia watched Claire knelt behind Lexi, slipped her panties down and off, and gently parted her legs.
Lexi’s pussy was pink and glistening, and Olivia found herself panting slightly as Claire leaned in. A louder moan escaped from Lexi as Claire’s tongue touched her, and her hands gripped the edge of the table. Olivia watched until Claire brought Lexi to a wrenching orgasm. Then, as she leaned back, Claire caught sight of Olivia out of the corner of her eye. She winked and licked her lips.
Stepping forward, Olivia pulled Lexi away from the table and helped Claire to her feet. A minute later Claire was on the table, naked, leaning back against the wall right next to the framed photo of herself and Olivia. Her legs were spread wide and Lexi and Olivia were on their knees on the floor, kissing each other, then nibbling on her inner thighs, then taking turns licking her gently. Finally Claire gripped Lexi’s head and kept it there, rubbing herself on the blonde’s tongue and nose, until she came on Lexi’s face.
Then she remembered that Mimi had said to bring a friend. If I can find someone to come with me, Olivia decided, I’ll go.
The only person to respond to her text was Lexi, who was on her own for the night and more than willing to go out. So now Olivia approached her mother.
“Mom, I’m going to a party tonight.”
“Oh, OK, honey. Whose party?”
“One of the girls from school,” Olivia lied. “Can I use the car?”
Olivia’s mom looked confused. “You can’t walk?”
“Um, well, it’s actually at this girl’s cousin’s house, which is a little out of town,” Olivia deftly embellished.
“Oh. Well, sure. No drinking if you’re driving, though, honey.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yes, mother.”
* * *
On the drive over Lexi asked Olivia, “So how do you know this person?”
Olivia flushed. “I... err... um, it’s a long story. But it’s a beautiful house and I bet she’ll throw an amazing party.”
* * *
When Olivia and Lexi arrived at Mimi’s house. they were surprised to find only a couple of cars in the driveway. By the pool they found Claire, who was enjoying the last few minutes of sunlight, bundled up against the growing cold.
“You’re actually a little early,” said Claire. “Festivities here start fashionably late.”
Olivia introduced Claire to Lexi, and the two of them sat down to chat while Olivia went to the kitchen to look for something to snack on. She hadn’t had anything to eat since the spaghetti and she was starving. In the kitchen the first thing that caught her eye was a big plate of fresh-baked chocolate cookies. She helped herself to one and it was incredibly delicious, though with a little bit of a funny aftertaste, something she couldn’t quite identify.
Olivia was finishing her fourth cookie as Claire and Lexi came into the kitchen. Seeing Olivia standing next to the cookies, Claire winked and said, “Be careful with those. They’re pretty potent.”
Olivia gulped. Suddenly she was incredibly thirsty. She poured herself a big glass of milk and quickly drained it. For a second she felt panicky; should she make herself throw up? But then she looked at Claire, who had shed her coat to reveal a stunning red strapless dress, and decided to roll with it. What could go wrong?
* * *
Taking Olivia by one hand and Lexi by the other, Claire led them to a door that she opened to reveal a flight of steps leading downward. “Let me show you guys something,” Claire said, flipping a switch that caused lights to come on below them, flickering at first and then burning steadily.
The two cheerleaders followed Claire downstairs into what looked like the lobby of a museum. Directly in front of them was an enormous painting of a naked woman reclining on a bed. Each of the other three walls also boasted a nude — one a smaller painting, one a photograph, and one a sculpture.
“This is Mimi’s private museum,” explained Claire. Looking around, Olivia noted that all four pieces seemed to be depictions of the same woman. After further study she decided that the woman was, in fact, Mimi.
For several minutes Olivia got caught up in examining the detailed brushwork on the big painting, and when she looked up Claire and Lexi were gone. There was only one hallway leading off the room, so Olivia went down it, perusing the artwork she saw as she went along. Initially it was all paintings or prints that appeared to be on the older side, female nudes of one sort or another. As the hallway continued, twisting slowly to the left, the images grew more recent and more explicit, with some photographs mixed in. Some of them were quite graphic, and Olivia found herself becoming more and more overheated; it was quite warm down there to begin with.
She stopped in front of an image of one woman spanking another and spent a few minutes contemplating it as she touched herself. She was just on the point of coming when she heard a soft moan coming from somewhere close by. Turning a corner, she came across a tableau that would stick in her head for a long time.
On the far wall was a new addition to the museum, a framed print of a shot of Olivia and Claire. They were in 69 position with Claire’s finger penetrating Olivia, who faced the camera, her eyes closed in rapture. Just in front of the photo was a small table, and bent over this table was Lexi, apparently studying the image intently, her nose just inches from the glass. Her skirt was lifted and behind her stood Claire with one hand wedged between Lexi’s thighs. As Olivia watched Claire knelt behind Lexi, slipped her panties down and off, and gently parted her legs.
Lexi’s pussy was pink and glistening, and Olivia found herself panting slightly as Claire leaned in. A louder moan escaped from Lexi as Claire’s tongue touched her, and her hands gripped the edge of the table. Olivia watched until Claire brought Lexi to a wrenching orgasm. Then, as she leaned back, Claire caught sight of Olivia out of the corner of her eye. She winked and licked her lips.
Stepping forward, Olivia pulled Lexi away from the table and helped Claire to her feet. A minute later Claire was on the table, naked, leaning back against the wall right next to the framed photo of herself and Olivia. Her legs were spread wide and Lexi and Olivia were on their knees on the floor, kissing each other, then nibbling on her inner thighs, then taking turns licking her gently. Finally Claire gripped Lexi’s head and kept it there, rubbing herself on the blonde’s tongue and nose, until she came on Lexi’s face.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 77
Claire and Olivia were sitting in the kitchen in bathrobes, drinking tea, when a tall Asian woman walked through the door. This got Olivia’s attention right away, because there weren’t many Asians in their area. This woman looked Japanese, whereas Olivia herself was of Chinese descent; she struck Olivia as extraordinarily beautiful, with high cheekbones and piercing dark eyes. Her bearing was imperious, almost haughty; this was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”
“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”
Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.
“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”
Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”
“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”
* * *
A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.
“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.
Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.
They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.
Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”
Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.
“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.
Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.
The woman gave Olivia an appraising glance and said matter-of-factly, “Who’s this, Claire?”
“This is Olivia,” answered Claire. “The model I was telling you about.”
Olivia blushed; she didn’t think of herself as a model, and she certainly didn’t look like one at the moment, in this rumpled robe with her hair all mussed. Technically, though, she could call herself a model now, she guessed. Thinking of some of the revealing photos Tara had taken, she blushed even harder.
“Olivia, meet Mimi,” said Claire. “This is her house.”
Olivia nodded, unsure what to say. Mimi clasped her hand briefly in a friendly but businesslike way and said, “Charmed, I’m sure.” Turning to Claire she added, “Where’s Tara?”
“In the office uploading.” With that, Mimi turned on her heel and disappeared into the house, and Olivia heard Claire let out an audible breath. Their eyes met and a sympathetic look passed between them; Claire shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “She scares me a little bit.”
* * *
A half-hour or so passed, and Olivia sat staring out the window as Claire did something or other on her phone. She was wondering if maybe she ought to get going, but she had nothing in particular to do, and in this kitchen looking out at the beautiful garden was a pleasant enough place to be. Even so, eventually she decided that she couldn’t just hang out forever, and she had just finished changing back into her own clothes when Tara appeared in the doorway.
“Hey Olivia,” said Tara. “Could you come with me for a minute?”
Olivia said sure, though for a moment she felt like she was being called to the principal’s office. But she hadn’t done anything wrong – or at least, nothing that had seemed wrong at the time.
Tara led her to the very opposite end of the house and up some stairs. Walking up the steps, idly watching Tara’s ass wiggle in her yoga pants, it suddenly occurred to Olivia that Tara must have shown Mimi the pictures from that day – all of them. The idea was horribly embarrassing – she felt the redness creeping back into her face – and at the same time more than a little exciting.
They found Mimi in a small, dim room dominated by two huge computer monitors. On one of them, Mimi was poring over some kind of spreadsheet; the other held an image of Claire and Olivia taken in the bedroom — a very sexy shot, but one where they still had their clothes on, Olivia noted with some relief.
Turning, Mimi asked Olivia to have a seat and gave her a thoughtful look. “I’m really, really pleased with the photos you guys took for the store. They’re better than I could have expected. I have a release here for you to sign” — she lifted one hand, which held a few sheets of stapled paper — “and then I’ll write you a check.”
Now Mimi rolled her chair over to the other computer and began pressing a button to scroll through the pictures, which gradually became racier; now Claire was sucking Olivia’s nipple through her bra, now she was licking her way down Olivia’s belly. “Now as for these other photos....” Mimi continued scrolling until she came to a shot of Olivia arching her back as Claire nuzzled into her crotch; then she turned to look at Olivia. “They’re extraordinary. Playful, with a certain innocence, yet highly erotic; every shot looks composed, yet spontaneous. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
“I would like to have these for my private collection,” Mimi continued. She reached for a slightly taller stack of papers and held it up. “I have a release here for that as well. These images would be exclusively for my own enjoyment, and that of my closest associates. They would never appear on the internet or be used for any commercial purpose, I give you my word of honor on that. And of course I would make it worth your while.
“However, if you would not be comfortable with that, I understand. In that case we will simply erase the images right now as you watch.” Here Mimi glanced back at the screen. “Though it would be a shame.” She handed Olivia the two releases and told her, “Read these, think about it. I have a few numbers to crunch.” With that she returned to her spreadsheet.
Olivia tried hard to read and to think, but it was not easy; her pussy was gushing from looking at the pictures, and from this whole situation, really. Her rational mind told her that letting the X-rated pictures of her get out into the world, under any conditions, would be a big mistake. But her emotions told her that to destroy something so beautiful would be a crime.
If she’d stopped to think about it, it might have occurred to Olivia that her privacy had already been violated. But Mimi was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that the thought never crossed her mind. And there was just something about Mimi that made a person want to do her bidding.
Finally, Olivia spoke up. “I’ll sign.”
Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”
As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.
Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.
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Mimi smiled, and something in her smile told Olivia that she had never doubted what Olivia’s answer would be. “Wonderful,” she said. When Olivia had signed both releases Mimi handed her a check and Olivia slipped it into her pocket without even looking at it. “By the way, I’m having a little party tonight, feel free to come by. Bring a friend. And on your way out, help yourself to anything in the closet that fits you.”
As Olivia stood Mimi nodded and winked, saying “Please do come tonight, I’d love to have the chance to get to know you better.” And again she returned to the spreadsheet.
Claire helped Olivia pick out a sleek cocktail dress and several sets of underwear, then drove her home. Olivia was halfway up her driveway before she remembered the check. Fishing it out of her pocket, she was surprised to see that it was for a thousand dollars. Not bad for a day’s work. For a moment then she was troubled – did this make her a whore? No, she told herself, not a whore – a model.
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 55
Riding back to town in the limousine, Kat again drifted in and out of consciousness. The sun was going down outside, but she couldn’t see it, even though she had been allowed to ride in the back of the limo this time instead of the trunk. She was blindfolded and handcuffed to Lucy on one side and Casey on the other side; every so often one of them reached over with a free hand to fondle Kat’s breasts or play with her pussy. As a result she was in a constant state of low-level arousal and the dress she was wearing – a red-wine-colored A-line cut low on top and short at the bottom – was out of place and disheveled.
Kat thought back to when the already surreal day had started to turn really strange. Mimi had beckoned her over and invited her to take a draw from the hookah. Kat had hesitated for a moment, unsure what she might be getting into, but the situation had seemed to encourage decadence. The smoke was sticky, sweet, and a little musty; Kat took too much and coughed for a minute, but immediately the lights in the room looked brighter and the music that was playing seemed to slow down, acquire new beats in between the beats she had heard previously. Mimi smiled at her, and the smile was the smile of a big cat about to pounce; Kat knew that she was about to be taken, and felt her knees weaken.
Mimi nodded to Lucy and Mia, and each took one of Kat’s hands. They led her over to a large circular table and laid her on top of it, fastening her wrists and ankles into restraints built into the tabletop. Lucy flipped a lever and with practiced efficiency she and Mia flipped the table so that its surface was vertical rather than horizontal, then spun it so that Kat was upside-down. Mimi liked having a new conquest in this position, where she could taste them without in any way compromising her dominance.
Cupping Kat’s dangling breasts in both hands, Lucy massaged the nipples with her thumbs, then tweaked them with her fingers until they were at maximum hardness. Kat let out a small sigh that turned abruptly to a gasp as Mia snapped on a nipple clamp. When both sides were clamped, Mia looped the chain between them back behind Kat’s head, bringing them to a tension point that pulled Kat’s nipples down and out. Then Lucy and Mia stepped away.
Licking her lips, Mimi approached the bound cheerleader. Kat could hardly have been called an innocent at this point, with all that she had experienced in the last few months, but in this position she radiated an innocent vulnerability that Mimi found utterly delicious. Mimi ran her hands up and down Kat’s body, savoring her youthful softness. Kat’s pussy, just inches below Mimi’s face, was glistening with liquid, her lips puffy and slightly parted, with just a hint of the inner pink exposed. Mimi was torn; she wanted to devour it, but at the same time she wanted to prolong the anticipation endlessly, make Kat whimper and beg.
Mimi traced a finger experimentally down the length of Kat’s crevice; it made a soft squishing sound and opened slightly more. This had the effect of arousing Mimi tremendously while also strengthening her resolve. She spent the next 15 minutes teasing Kat mercilessly, touching every part of her body, returning to the sensitive areas just often enough to keep the girl in a state of fevered expectancy.
Finally Kat let out a long, loud exhale and groaned “Please, please, please....”
“You said the magic word,” purred Mimi, pushing one finger all the way inside Kat and pulling it out coated with juice. She took a taste from her fingertip and fed the rest to Kat, pushing her moist digit into the younger girl’s submissive mouth. When it was nice and clean Mimi finally felt ready to indulge. Bending her knees slightly and craning her neck forward, she penetrated Kat forcefully with her tongue, gulping in a big mouthful of nectar.
Now Mimi seemed to go into a frenzy, burying her face in Kat’s crotch and staying down there for several minutes. When she finally came up for air, she had a faraway look in her eyes. She beckoned to Mia and Lucy, who scurried obediently to their mistress’s side. Mimi whispered something into Lucy’s ear, whereupon Lucy left the room. Then she turned the other way to whisper to Mia, and Mia started to lick Kat’s juices from Mimi’s face.
When Lucy returned she was wearing a long black face dildo, and Mimi resumed licking Kat as Lucy knelt behind her. Mimi bent over slightly to give Lucy access, and Lucy thrust the dildo up between her mistress’s legs and into her pussy. Mimi tongued Kat more slowly this time, teasing her, occasionally paying attention her clit but not letting her come. Kat, for her part, was desperate to get to Mimi’s pussy, which was now just inches from her face, but bound as she was she just couldn’t quite make it.
Bit by bit, though, the force of Lucy’s pounding from behind pushed Mimi forward until Kat was able to fully extend her tongue and touch it to Mimi’s clit. This seemed to complete a circuit; Mimi immediately began to tremble with a powerful orgasm, and she sucked Kat’s clit into her mouth, prompting her to climax as well.
Mimi took a step sideways, looking a little wobbly on her legs and uncharacteristically uncertain of herself, and sat down. Lucy slid forward on her knees and pushed the face dildo into Kat’s mouth.
Later Kat’s table was turned horizontal again, and everyone in the room gathered around to play a little game. The table was spun around like a lazy susan, and when it stopped, whoever Kat’s head was pointing to climbed up onto the table and sat on her face. Some of them leaned down to 69, and Lucy on her turn fucked Kat’s pussy with the dildo, but everyone got at least one turn. When they were done with her Kat just lay there dazed as everyone left the room.
Finally Emily appeared and unchained Kat from the table, then led her again to the bathroom where they had first cleaned up. Again Emily scrubbed Kat tenderly, then led her to an enormous wardrobe where she was allowed to choose a dress for herself. Once she was dressed Emily led her to the limousine, where she was blindfolded and attached to Lucy and Casey. She rode back to the city between the two of them with Mimi sitting across from them facing backward, enjoying the spectacle of the three girls bound together.
When they returned Kat to her own car, she was uncuffed and the blindfold removed. Everyone said goodbye and Mimi leaned over to kiss Kat on the cheek. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” said Mimi. “I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
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Kat thought back to when the already surreal day had started to turn really strange. Mimi had beckoned her over and invited her to take a draw from the hookah. Kat had hesitated for a moment, unsure what she might be getting into, but the situation had seemed to encourage decadence. The smoke was sticky, sweet, and a little musty; Kat took too much and coughed for a minute, but immediately the lights in the room looked brighter and the music that was playing seemed to slow down, acquire new beats in between the beats she had heard previously. Mimi smiled at her, and the smile was the smile of a big cat about to pounce; Kat knew that she was about to be taken, and felt her knees weaken.
Mimi nodded to Lucy and Mia, and each took one of Kat’s hands. They led her over to a large circular table and laid her on top of it, fastening her wrists and ankles into restraints built into the tabletop. Lucy flipped a lever and with practiced efficiency she and Mia flipped the table so that its surface was vertical rather than horizontal, then spun it so that Kat was upside-down. Mimi liked having a new conquest in this position, where she could taste them without in any way compromising her dominance.
Cupping Kat’s dangling breasts in both hands, Lucy massaged the nipples with her thumbs, then tweaked them with her fingers until they were at maximum hardness. Kat let out a small sigh that turned abruptly to a gasp as Mia snapped on a nipple clamp. When both sides were clamped, Mia looped the chain between them back behind Kat’s head, bringing them to a tension point that pulled Kat’s nipples down and out. Then Lucy and Mia stepped away.
Licking her lips, Mimi approached the bound cheerleader. Kat could hardly have been called an innocent at this point, with all that she had experienced in the last few months, but in this position she radiated an innocent vulnerability that Mimi found utterly delicious. Mimi ran her hands up and down Kat’s body, savoring her youthful softness. Kat’s pussy, just inches below Mimi’s face, was glistening with liquid, her lips puffy and slightly parted, with just a hint of the inner pink exposed. Mimi was torn; she wanted to devour it, but at the same time she wanted to prolong the anticipation endlessly, make Kat whimper and beg.
Mimi traced a finger experimentally down the length of Kat’s crevice; it made a soft squishing sound and opened slightly more. This had the effect of arousing Mimi tremendously while also strengthening her resolve. She spent the next 15 minutes teasing Kat mercilessly, touching every part of her body, returning to the sensitive areas just often enough to keep the girl in a state of fevered expectancy.
Finally Kat let out a long, loud exhale and groaned “Please, please, please....”
“You said the magic word,” purred Mimi, pushing one finger all the way inside Kat and pulling it out coated with juice. She took a taste from her fingertip and fed the rest to Kat, pushing her moist digit into the younger girl’s submissive mouth. When it was nice and clean Mimi finally felt ready to indulge. Bending her knees slightly and craning her neck forward, she penetrated Kat forcefully with her tongue, gulping in a big mouthful of nectar.
Now Mimi seemed to go into a frenzy, burying her face in Kat’s crotch and staying down there for several minutes. When she finally came up for air, she had a faraway look in her eyes. She beckoned to Mia and Lucy, who scurried obediently to their mistress’s side. Mimi whispered something into Lucy’s ear, whereupon Lucy left the room. Then she turned the other way to whisper to Mia, and Mia started to lick Kat’s juices from Mimi’s face.
When Lucy returned she was wearing a long black face dildo, and Mimi resumed licking Kat as Lucy knelt behind her. Mimi bent over slightly to give Lucy access, and Lucy thrust the dildo up between her mistress’s legs and into her pussy. Mimi tongued Kat more slowly this time, teasing her, occasionally paying attention her clit but not letting her come. Kat, for her part, was desperate to get to Mimi’s pussy, which was now just inches from her face, but bound as she was she just couldn’t quite make it.
Bit by bit, though, the force of Lucy’s pounding from behind pushed Mimi forward until Kat was able to fully extend her tongue and touch it to Mimi’s clit. This seemed to complete a circuit; Mimi immediately began to tremble with a powerful orgasm, and she sucked Kat’s clit into her mouth, prompting her to climax as well.
Mimi took a step sideways, looking a little wobbly on her legs and uncharacteristically uncertain of herself, and sat down. Lucy slid forward on her knees and pushed the face dildo into Kat’s mouth.
Later Kat’s table was turned horizontal again, and everyone in the room gathered around to play a little game. The table was spun around like a lazy susan, and when it stopped, whoever Kat’s head was pointing to climbed up onto the table and sat on her face. Some of them leaned down to 69, and Lucy on her turn fucked Kat’s pussy with the dildo, but everyone got at least one turn. When they were done with her Kat just lay there dazed as everyone left the room.
Finally Emily appeared and unchained Kat from the table, then led her again to the bathroom where they had first cleaned up. Again Emily scrubbed Kat tenderly, then led her to an enormous wardrobe where she was allowed to choose a dress for herself. Once she was dressed Emily led her to the limousine, where she was blindfolded and attached to Lucy and Casey. She rode back to the city between the two of them with Mimi sitting across from them facing backward, enjoying the spectacle of the three girls bound together.
When they returned Kat to her own car, she was uncuffed and the blindfold removed. Everyone said goodbye and Mimi leaned over to kiss Kat on the cheek. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” said Mimi. “I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 53
Standing up, Mimi took a few steps and thrust the strap-on into Blondie’s mouth; she sucked it down eagerly, enjoying the exotic combination of tastes. Kat, looking up from underneath, noted that she managed to swallow almost the whole thing. Apparently she was quite talented in that area. As she continued to suck, Mimi unstrapped the harness and nimbly stepped out of it.
At Mimi’s behest Blondie stood up from the chair, strap-on still dangling from her mouth. Mimi took her place in the chair; naked now, she opened her legs for Kat, who felt it must be an honor to be chosen to service the mistress. Mimi’s pussy, she thought, was tremendously beautiful: a perfect vertical slit topped by a very light patch of wispy black hair.
Kat kissed her way up Mimi’s leg and took a minute to lick away the juice that coated each upper thigh, then very slowly ran her tongue along Mimi’s pussy lips from top to bottom. Mimi sighed appreciatively and gestured to Mia and Blondie, who each got into position and began to suck one of Mimi’s breasts. Lucy, meanwhile, draped herself across Kat from behind, alternating between kissing and licking Kat’s ears and sticking her tongue in to help Kat with Mimi.
When Mimi came, she came like a freight train; her whole body vibrated and sent tremors through everyone else. Kat thought that she’d never seen anyone orgasm so intensely; she wasn’t that loud, but her eyes rolled back in her head and for a few seconds she looked dead. Kat wasn’t sure whether to continue, but Mimi answered that question by grabbing Kat’s head and pulling it back into position. Mimi’s second orgasm, a few minutes later, was if anything more violent; this time she pushed Kat away into the arms of Lucy and the two shared a long French kiss. Lucy savored the taste of Kat’s mouth, very happy with the way her new acquisition had pleased the mistress.
* * *
Afterward they all gathered in the dining room for a luxurious meal prepared by Mimi’s personal chef. If the maid who served them – a cute, skinny redhead – was at all phased by the fact that Blondie was half-naked, Lucy was completely naked, and Kat was dressed like a fuck slut, she didn’t show it. Mimi had slipped into a kimono and put her hair up; sitting at the head of the table, she sipped white wine and described each dish as it arrived.
Kat shoveled it down like the hungry animal she was – she hadn’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours, and while she hadn’t noticed until now, she was ravenous and couldn’t get the food into her mouth fast enough. At one point Mimi admonished Kat for poor table manners, though it was apparent from her tone of voice that she was secretly pleased by the shameless display of appetite.
Toward the end of the meal Emily appeared and whispered something in her mistress’s ear; Mimi nodded in reply. When the maid began clearing the dishes Emily took Kat by the hand, led her to one of the many bedrooms, laid her down on the bed, and climbed on top of her. Their lips and tongues entwined, and though Kat was almost too full for physical activity, she didn’t complain as Emily kissed down her neck and sucked the nipples that poked through her bra.
Emily kissed and licked all around Kat’s belly, hips, and mound, enjoying every inch; Kat’s young body was a gourmet treat for her. Whimpering softly, Kat opened her legs and arched her back, eager for Emily to pay attention to her pussy.
Emily teased Kat for awhile, touching the tip of her tongue very lightly to Kat’s thigh, vulva, and clit, making the girl writhe and tense, hips straining forward. But eventually Emily lost her self-control and began to devour Kat, who gripped Emily’s shoulders so hard it hurt. The bridge of Emily’s nose rubbing against Kat’s clit sent her over the edge, and after that she was so sensitive that she came twice again in quick succession.
By the time Emily came up for air, Kat had drifted off to sleep. Emily didn’t mind; she put a blanket across the two of them and curled up for a little nap. They snoozed through the early afternoon and when they woke up Kat returned the favor, slipping off Emily’s panties and paying her pussy slow and careful attention. She had just finished when there was the sound of a bell ringing somewhere in the house. After quickly dressing Emily took Kat’s arm and led her to a part of the house she hadn’t seen before.
They walked into a large room with no windows; what little light there was came from candles and a few wall sconces. Kat struggled to take in what was going on around her. In one corner Mimi, Mia, and Lucy were smoking from a hookah; a cloud of smoke hovered over their heads. All three had changed clothes from earlier — Mimi was wearing a black leather bodysuit, Mia a pink bikini top and micromini, and Lucy a white babydoll that contrasted oddly with her piercings and tattoos. The cute redheaded maid was there, kneeling subserviently at Mimi’s feet; she was naked now, and Kat noted that her body was slim but alluring, and that the carpet matched the drapes.
On a couch in one corner Kat saw Casey with a naked Blondie sprawled across her lap. Casey raised one hand to wave to Kat, then brought it down with a smack on Blondie’s ass. Blondie made a noise that was half-groan, half-giggle, then turned to a squeal as Casey penetrated her with two fingers. Kat felt a fresh wave of wetness begin to flow between her legs; she couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.
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At Mimi’s behest Blondie stood up from the chair, strap-on still dangling from her mouth. Mimi took her place in the chair; naked now, she opened her legs for Kat, who felt it must be an honor to be chosen to service the mistress. Mimi’s pussy, she thought, was tremendously beautiful: a perfect vertical slit topped by a very light patch of wispy black hair.
Kat kissed her way up Mimi’s leg and took a minute to lick away the juice that coated each upper thigh, then very slowly ran her tongue along Mimi’s pussy lips from top to bottom. Mimi sighed appreciatively and gestured to Mia and Blondie, who each got into position and began to suck one of Mimi’s breasts. Lucy, meanwhile, draped herself across Kat from behind, alternating between kissing and licking Kat’s ears and sticking her tongue in to help Kat with Mimi.
When Mimi came, she came like a freight train; her whole body vibrated and sent tremors through everyone else. Kat thought that she’d never seen anyone orgasm so intensely; she wasn’t that loud, but her eyes rolled back in her head and for a few seconds she looked dead. Kat wasn’t sure whether to continue, but Mimi answered that question by grabbing Kat’s head and pulling it back into position. Mimi’s second orgasm, a few minutes later, was if anything more violent; this time she pushed Kat away into the arms of Lucy and the two shared a long French kiss. Lucy savored the taste of Kat’s mouth, very happy with the way her new acquisition had pleased the mistress.
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Afterward they all gathered in the dining room for a luxurious meal prepared by Mimi’s personal chef. If the maid who served them – a cute, skinny redhead – was at all phased by the fact that Blondie was half-naked, Lucy was completely naked, and Kat was dressed like a fuck slut, she didn’t show it. Mimi had slipped into a kimono and put her hair up; sitting at the head of the table, she sipped white wine and described each dish as it arrived.
Kat shoveled it down like the hungry animal she was – she hadn’t eaten anything for almost 24 hours, and while she hadn’t noticed until now, she was ravenous and couldn’t get the food into her mouth fast enough. At one point Mimi admonished Kat for poor table manners, though it was apparent from her tone of voice that she was secretly pleased by the shameless display of appetite.
Toward the end of the meal Emily appeared and whispered something in her mistress’s ear; Mimi nodded in reply. When the maid began clearing the dishes Emily took Kat by the hand, led her to one of the many bedrooms, laid her down on the bed, and climbed on top of her. Their lips and tongues entwined, and though Kat was almost too full for physical activity, she didn’t complain as Emily kissed down her neck and sucked the nipples that poked through her bra.
Emily kissed and licked all around Kat’s belly, hips, and mound, enjoying every inch; Kat’s young body was a gourmet treat for her. Whimpering softly, Kat opened her legs and arched her back, eager for Emily to pay attention to her pussy.
Emily teased Kat for awhile, touching the tip of her tongue very lightly to Kat’s thigh, vulva, and clit, making the girl writhe and tense, hips straining forward. But eventually Emily lost her self-control and began to devour Kat, who gripped Emily’s shoulders so hard it hurt. The bridge of Emily’s nose rubbing against Kat’s clit sent her over the edge, and after that she was so sensitive that she came twice again in quick succession.
By the time Emily came up for air, Kat had drifted off to sleep. Emily didn’t mind; she put a blanket across the two of them and curled up for a little nap. They snoozed through the early afternoon and when they woke up Kat returned the favor, slipping off Emily’s panties and paying her pussy slow and careful attention. She had just finished when there was the sound of a bell ringing somewhere in the house. After quickly dressing Emily took Kat’s arm and led her to a part of the house she hadn’t seen before.
They walked into a large room with no windows; what little light there was came from candles and a few wall sconces. Kat struggled to take in what was going on around her. In one corner Mimi, Mia, and Lucy were smoking from a hookah; a cloud of smoke hovered over their heads. All three had changed clothes from earlier — Mimi was wearing a black leather bodysuit, Mia a pink bikini top and micromini, and Lucy a white babydoll that contrasted oddly with her piercings and tattoos. The cute redheaded maid was there, kneeling subserviently at Mimi’s feet; she was naked now, and Kat noted that her body was slim but alluring, and that the carpet matched the drapes.
On a couch in one corner Kat saw Casey with a naked Blondie sprawled across her lap. Casey raised one hand to wave to Kat, then brought it down with a smack on Blondie’s ass. Blondie made a noise that was half-groan, half-giggle, then turned to a squeal as Casey penetrated her with two fingers. Kat felt a fresh wave of wetness begin to flow between her legs; she couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 52
Putting one knee in front of the other, Kat made her way over to Mimi and sat down on her haunches, one leg resting against the motionless Lucy. Mimi looked her up and down and commented, “You clean up very nicely.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Kat answered politely.
Again extending her index finger, Mimi hooked it into the chain hanging between Kat’s nipples, and by pulling the chain raised Kat back up onto her knees. Mimi leaned in for a kiss and Kat did not resist.
Mimi was a powerful kisser; Kat immediately felt her nether regions tingle and her nipples stiffen, which made the clamps bite in a little more, causing her to involuntarily moan into Mimi’s mouth. Mimi ever so gently bit Kat’s lower lip, then bent Kat’s head back and ran her tongue across the younger girl’s neck, savoring the salty taste of her skin.
Still holding the chain, Mimi guided Kat’s head to her chest. Her breasts were not large but made nice mouthfuls for Kat, who moved back and forth between them several times, sucking and lightly biting each nipple.
Kat would quite happily have kept going indefinitely, but Mimi tugged on the chain again and brought Kat’s mouth down to the strap-on. The smell there was heady, a mixture of Lucy’s juices and Mimi’s own arousal seeping from between her legs.
Looking up into Mimi’s eyes as Jessica had trained her to do, Kat ran her tongue all over the shaft, then took the head into her mouth. Mimi smiled and put one hand on the back of Kat’s head, pushing it down until she’d swallowed as much of the plastic cock as she possibly could. Just then Kat felt a movement below her – Lucy, finally stirring, had moved between Kat’s legs and was now tracing her tongue along one thigh. When Mimi released the pressure on her head, Kat eased the strap-on out of her mouth and resumed licking it, squirming as the warm tip of Lucy’s tongue slid into her.
Kat saw a new look come into Mimi’s face – abruptly she stood and bent Kat forward over the chair. Gesturing toward the couch, Mimi indicated to Lucy that she was just to watch at this point; reluctantly Lucy wriggled out from between Kat’s legs and took a seat.
Mimi wrapped one arm around Kat’s waist and lifted her slightly, raising her ass a little higher. After planting a few small kisses on Kat’s bound hands, Mimi used two fingers to spread her pussy lips and ran the tip of the strap-on up and down her opening. Soaking wet and eager, Kat’s pussy practically sucked the dildo inside; Mimi stopped halfway in and reached around to tug on the chain between Kat’s nipples, causing her to moan in combined pleasure and pain. Then Mimi slowly penetrated Kat the rest of the way, and just as slowly pulled back until she was almost all the way out.
Kat soon realized that she was being fucked by a true master – or mistress, as the case might be. Mimi mixed long and short strokes, varied speeds, and sometimes stopped moving altogether, leaving Kat grinding her hips to try to get more friction. She brought Kat to the brink of orgasm several times but didn’t let her go over. Lifting Kat’s head and slipping a finger into her mouth, Mimi motioned to the blonde in the plaid skirt, who walked over and sat down on the big chair. (Kat never did learn this woman’s name; she was known in Mimi’s circle as Blondie, and she did indeed bear a more than passing resemblance to Debbie Harry.) Blondie lifted her skirt – she was naked underneath – and spread her legs; Mimi pushed Kat’s face into her pussy.
Mimi watched Kat work for a minute, then resumed very slowly moving back and forth inside her. She brought Kat again to the brink and stopped; this time she barked at the Asian girl – “Mia!” – who scrambled to comply. Mimi pointed to where she wanted Mia: on the floor between Kat and the chair. Filling Kat with two last powerful thrusts, Mimi nodded to Mia, who ran the tip of her tongue across Kat’s clit. That did it – a volcanic orgasm shuddered through Kat, and she toppled forward into Blondie’s crotch.
No one moved for a few seconds. Then Mimi pulled out of Kat, exiting her pussy with an audible pop, stood up, and pushed the strap-on into Blondie’s mouth. Mia, meanwhile, pulled the clamp off one of Kat’s nipples and began to gently suck the poor swollen nub. Kat came to life again and resumed working on Blondie’s clit, enjoying the sensation of her nose in the soft golden pubic hair.
Feeling frustrated and left out, Lucy began rubbing herself, but stopped when Mimi shot her a stern look. The expression that flitted across Lucy’s face then – the crushed demeanor of a child whose ice cream cone has just fallen on the floor – aroused pity in Mimi’s heart, and she nodded to indicate that Lucy could join in. A huge smile spread across Lucy’s face as she knelt behind Kat and buried her face in Kat’s dripping cunt.
Mia, meanwhile, had unclamped Kat’s other nipple and drawn it into her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue as she tried to fit the whole breast into her small mouth. After a few minutes of this treatment Kat had another powerful orgasm, this one not as violent, but long and drawn-out and almost traumatic in its effect.
Coming up from between Blondie’s legs, Kat tried to catch her breath. But she only got a moment to recover before the action started again.
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Friday, December 9, 2011
Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 51
In a few seconds Kat’s eyes started to adjust to the light and she made out the figures of Lucy and the driver standing over her. They helped her climb out of the trunk and for a minute she just stood there wrapped in her blanket, squinting and trying to make out her surroundings. They appeared to be out in the country somewhere: there was lots of open space around, and quite a few trees. The house they were in front of was the only one around, and it was extremely large – not tall, but spread out and occupying a lot of space.
Not quite sure what was supposed to happen now, Kat looked around, but the driver had already disappeared and Lucy and Mimi were walking toward the house. Just before they reached it, a figure walked through the door and passed them going the other way – a short woman in her 40s dressed in a black blouse and a long, flowing skirt. As they passed each other Mimi gestured toward Kat and said to this woman, “Get her cleaned up.” The woman nodded.
Approaching Kat, she took her by the arm and smiled. “My name’s Emily, sweetheart. What’s yours?”
At the sound of Emily’s voice Kat instantly felt more relaxed; it had a warm, soothing, motherly tone. Up close she had neck-length, dark brown hair and striking green eyes. “Kat,” she answered.
“Well, come with me, Kat,” said Emily, and led Kat toward the back of the house.
* * *
A few minutes later Kat found herself in a huge bathroom, with Emily walking her over to a proportionally enormous shower that had two showerheads, one on either end. After starting the water Emily unwrapped Kat from her blanket, helped her into the shower, and closed the door behind her. For a minute Kat stood with her eyes closed letting the steaming hot water splash onto her body from both sides; after a long night in a chilly basement, it felt fantastic.
After disposing of the blanket, Emily returned, stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the shower beside Kat. Kat was somewhat surprised at this turn of events, though not displeased. Picking up a bottle of shower gel, Emily squeezed some into her hands and began to scrub Kat down. She did a very thorough job, neither hurrying nor dawdling, though she maybe spent a little longer than necessary on Kat’s breasts, crotch, and ass; Kat didn’t mind in the least. Emily shampooed Kat, rinsed her, then applied conditioner. Although unused to this kind of pampering, Kat found that she rather enjoyed it.
Pulling Kat to one side of the shower stream, Emily shook a brand-new razor out of its package and after applying some shaving gel, shaved Kat’s legs and underarms and touched up around her pubic hair. Afterward they warmed up again under the hot water, sharing a long embrace and a sweet and tender kiss. Kat was ready to surrender to the moment, but Emily had a mission; she turned off the water and opened the shower door to grab a towel for each of them.
Once they had dried off, Emily applied lotion and oil to strategic parts of Kat’s body and shook a little powder into her cleavage. Then they both slipped into luxurious white terrycloth robes and Emily led Kat out of the bathroom and down the hallway to a gigantic walk-in closet. Inside Emily tossed Kat’s robe aside and stood looking at her appreciatively. “You have a wonderful figure,” she told the younger woman. “This is going to be easy.”
A few minutes later Kat stood looking at herself in a full-length mirror: a black lace push-up bra with cut-out nipples making room for nipple clamps connected by a chain; black garter belt and stockings; studded black leather collar and wristbands; and gold bracelets around each bicep. She couldn’t help but grin; she looked gooood.
After applying dark red lipstick and eye shadow Emily took Kat again by the arm, leading her down a longer hallway and through what appeared to be a library to an ornate wooden door. As a finishing touch, Emily handcuffed Kat’s hands behind her back, pulled open the door, and pushed her through it.
As she stepped into the long and narrow room on the other side, Kat felt Emily’s hands exerting a gentle downward pressure on her shoulders, indicating that she was to kneel. When she had done so, Emily turned and exited through the same door, closing it behind her.
Not quite sure what was supposed to happen now, Kat looked around, but the driver had already disappeared and Lucy and Mimi were walking toward the house. Just before they reached it, a figure walked through the door and passed them going the other way – a short woman in her 40s dressed in a black blouse and a long, flowing skirt. As they passed each other Mimi gestured toward Kat and said to this woman, “Get her cleaned up.” The woman nodded.
Approaching Kat, she took her by the arm and smiled. “My name’s Emily, sweetheart. What’s yours?”
At the sound of Emily’s voice Kat instantly felt more relaxed; it had a warm, soothing, motherly tone. Up close she had neck-length, dark brown hair and striking green eyes. “Kat,” she answered.
“Well, come with me, Kat,” said Emily, and led Kat toward the back of the house.
* * *
A few minutes later Kat found herself in a huge bathroom, with Emily walking her over to a proportionally enormous shower that had two showerheads, one on either end. After starting the water Emily unwrapped Kat from her blanket, helped her into the shower, and closed the door behind her. For a minute Kat stood with her eyes closed letting the steaming hot water splash onto her body from both sides; after a long night in a chilly basement, it felt fantastic.
After disposing of the blanket, Emily returned, stripped off her clothes, and stepped into the shower beside Kat. Kat was somewhat surprised at this turn of events, though not displeased. Picking up a bottle of shower gel, Emily squeezed some into her hands and began to scrub Kat down. She did a very thorough job, neither hurrying nor dawdling, though she maybe spent a little longer than necessary on Kat’s breasts, crotch, and ass; Kat didn’t mind in the least. Emily shampooed Kat, rinsed her, then applied conditioner. Although unused to this kind of pampering, Kat found that she rather enjoyed it.
Pulling Kat to one side of the shower stream, Emily shook a brand-new razor out of its package and after applying some shaving gel, shaved Kat’s legs and underarms and touched up around her pubic hair. Afterward they warmed up again under the hot water, sharing a long embrace and a sweet and tender kiss. Kat was ready to surrender to the moment, but Emily had a mission; she turned off the water and opened the shower door to grab a towel for each of them.
Once they had dried off, Emily applied lotion and oil to strategic parts of Kat’s body and shook a little powder into her cleavage. Then they both slipped into luxurious white terrycloth robes and Emily led Kat out of the bathroom and down the hallway to a gigantic walk-in closet. Inside Emily tossed Kat’s robe aside and stood looking at her appreciatively. “You have a wonderful figure,” she told the younger woman. “This is going to be easy.”
A few minutes later Kat stood looking at herself in a full-length mirror: a black lace push-up bra with cut-out nipples making room for nipple clamps connected by a chain; black garter belt and stockings; studded black leather collar and wristbands; and gold bracelets around each bicep. She couldn’t help but grin; she looked gooood.
After applying dark red lipstick and eye shadow Emily took Kat again by the arm, leading her down a longer hallway and through what appeared to be a library to an ornate wooden door. As a finishing touch, Emily handcuffed Kat’s hands behind her back, pulled open the door, and pushed her through it.
As she stepped into the long and narrow room on the other side, Kat felt Emily’s hands exerting a gentle downward pressure on her shoulders, indicating that she was to kneel. When she had done so, Emily turned and exited through the same door, closing it behind her.
Kat shifted her focus to what was happening on the other side of the room: On a very large wooden chair, almost a throne, sat Mimi. Splayed out in front of her, facing Kat, was Lucy. Lucy’s bottom half was on Mimi’s lap, in the process of being impaled on the very large red strap-on Mimi was wearing, while her top half rested on the floor; the look on her face was one of wide-eyed ecstasy, almost desperation. Staring into Kat’s eyes, Lucy gripped the floor with both hands and let out a throaty growl as Mimi adjusted the angle of entry with a very subtle movement of her hips.
To Mimi’s left, leaning against the mantel, was a younger Asian girl in a sheer red body stocking. To her right, on a black leather recliner, sat a slightly older blonde – maybe in her 30s – topless, but in a plaid skirt and long striped socks.
Glancing up briefly at Kat, Mimi grinned wolfishly and lifted one index finger into the air. The nail was much longer than those on the other fingers on her hand and painted with a psychedelic black-and-white pattern. Moving slowly and deliberately, Mimi extended the finger and raked the tip of the nail across Lucy’s clit. The reaction was convulsive; Lucy’s body twisted, her top half seemingly moving independently of the bottom half, and her mouth formed into an almost comical “O” shape as she cried out helplessly.
With another subtle shift of her hips Mimi nudged Lucy forward and she fell off the strap-on and onto the floor, where she lay gasping for breath. Mimi now turned her full attention to Kat. Holding that same index finger up, she crooked it back twice, beckoning for Kat to approach.
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