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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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.

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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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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 50

Kat spent a restless night in the dark basement. Fortunately there was a little bit of heat coming in, so she wasn’t freezing, but there was no place to sleep except on the hard floor. Even when she did manage to drift off, her sleep was not restful, but populated by a series of dreams that were highly erotic but also strange and sinister.

In one she was tied to a hospital bed, naked and spread-eagled, as doctors and nurses came and went. She felt embarrassed to be exposed this way, but also annoyed that no one seemed to pay any attention to her. 

In another, she, Kelly Ann, and their mothers were performing some kind of burlesque show on an outdoor stage in front of a huge audience that included both of their families. Kat watched as Kelly came up behind Samantha, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off. Kelly whirled the bra in circles over her head and flung it into the audience, which went wild with applause, then reached around to cup Samantha’s breasts. Kat followed suit, stripping off Betty Ann’s top and tossing it, then taking Betty’s wonderfully heavy globes in her hands.

Kelly was just starting to pull Samantha’s panties down over her hips when Kat woke up. A hint of sun was peeking in through the window and she realized that she needed to pee very badly; fortunately, the chain on her ankle gave her just enough slack to reach the tiny room in the corner that contained a toilet and nothing else. After emptying her bladder Kat just sat for a few minutes staring into the room, reliving the erotic experiences of the previous night. Soon she was rubbing her clit and after having one nice little orgasm, she was hungry for more. It didn’t take long to find one of the strap-ons that had been used on her the night before, so she stretched out on her blanket and began to fuck herself, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

After coming three times, each one more intense than the last, Kat just lay still, staring out the window or at the ceiling. Thinking little if at all, just kind of floating. Finally she heard a car pull up outside, and a minute later the sound of a key turning in a lock. A door opened — not the one Kat had come in through, but the one on the other side of the room – and in came Lucy, followed by a very beautiful Asian woman in a full-length fur coat.

“This is Kat,” said Lucy to the woman, who looked down imperiously at the girl on the ground beneath her. “Kat, this is Mistress Mimi.”

“Stand up,” said Mimi, and Kat instinctively obeyed. “Turn around.” Kat did so, feeling Mimi’s eyes drink in every detail of her naked body, causing her nipples to begin to stiffen and a flow to start between her legs.

“Very nice,” said Mimi to Lucy. “Bring her.”

After unchaining Kat, Lucy wrapped her in the blanket, then led her through the door. They went up some stairs to street level, where a big black Mercedes sedan sat waiting, a blonde with short hair at the wheel. Much to Kat’s surprise, Lucy popped open the trunk and nodded at the driver, who stepped out of the car and helped Lucy lift Kat inside. Just for a moment Kat wondered, why am I letting this happen to me? – and then the trunk closed above her, leaving her in total darkness.

Soon Kat heard the car start and then they were moving. The ride was very smooth, the sound of the engine a distant rumble. She heard a murmur of voices, and what might have been a moan of pleasure; after awhile, lulled by the rhythm of the road, she drifted off to sleep.

Again she started to dream. This time she was in the back of a long stretch limo, dressed in her cheerleader uniform, kneeling on the floor with her hands bound behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth. She was facing the back of the limo, where Jessica sat staring out the window.

They pulled up in front of a nightclub and stopped. Jessica typed something into her phone and a minute later a figure appeared at the window: a tall, beautiful black-haired woman in high heels and a short black cocktail dress. Jessica popped open the door and the woman slid inside, settling onto the seat next to Jessica. Kat suddenly became aware that music was playing, something French, slinky and bass-heavy.

The black-haired woman reached down into her cleavage and pulled out a wad of bills, which she handed over to Jessica. Jessica ruffled the bills, nodded, and stuffed them into her own bra; then she reached down, ungagged Kat, and used the collar around Kat’s neck to pull her toward the customer.

The woman leaned down to kiss Kat forcefully on the mouth, using lots of tongue; she smelled strongly of alcohol. Then she pulled the top of her dress down, letting her ample breasts pop out. Kat obediently began to lick and suck them; they were quite delicious, redolent of perfume with a trace of sweat. The woman began to moan as Jessica looked on approvingly.

Now the woman hiked up her skirt, slipped off her panties, and spread her legs for Kat. She had a very precise black racing stripe down there pointing toward a glistening wet slit. Kat nuzzled her nose into the short black hair and licked across the woman’s inner thighs, feeling the muscles there quiver. 

Kat teased the client this way for a minute until finally she clamped both hands onto Kat’s head and pulled it into her crotch. Then Kat went to work in earnest, pushing the full length of her tongue way up inside, then pulling it out and flicking it across the woman’s clit.

The client barked out a moan and lifted her hips to grind against Kat’s face, smothering Kat in her wet, hot cunt. Then she came hard and slumped back into the seat breathing heavily. When her eyes opened again they were alive with desire, and moving quickly she slid onto the floor and lifted Kat up onto the seat in her place. She lifted Kat’s skirt and finding no panties in her way, dove enthusiastically between Kat’s legs. Seeing the client’s ass thrust into the air, just begging for attention, Jessica unzipped her pants and maneuvered her strap-on through the opening. Moving into position, Jessica took the client’s hips in her hands and penetrated her, pushing her face into Kat’s pussy.

Just then Kat was woken from her dream as the car came to a halt. She had just a few seconds to remember where she was before the trunk popped open and she was blinded by a sudden rush of sunlight.

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 49

After awhile Kat lost track of time. It wasn’t that she was so drunk – she’d been sipping slowly the whole night and was just a little tipsy – but the whole experience had a strange, dreamlike quality to it.

At some point she found herself in the bathroom with Lucy, who was giving her a cool, penetrating look. Kat assumed Lucy was going to take her right there. She was ready; her panties were soaked and her nipples were clearly visible poking out from her top. Instead Lucy took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom, but instead of turning right to go back to the bar, they went left and approached a dark metal door. Lucy fished a key out of her pocket, unlocked the door, and led Kat through it.

They descended a flight of stairs into a quiet room where the only light came from a window set high in the wall, just at street level. It was dark outside by now, with just a hint of yellow light coming from a streetlight halfway down the block. Lucy lit a couple of candles and stood considering Kat, the grin on her face now slightly cruel.

“Sweet little suburban slut,” said Lucy. “You’re all juiced up, aren’t you?” She jammed a hand between Kat’s legs, cupping her crotch and feeling the wetness there. Lifting Kat’s skirt, Lucy slipped a finger inside her, causing her to stiffen and groan. Lucy pulled the finger out and pushed it into Kat’s mouth; when it was clean she pulled it away. “Get naked for me, now.”

Excited by the force of Lucy’s personality, Kat found herself perfectly happy to be bossed around in this situation. She scrambled to get her clothes off, tossing them carelessly aside. “On your knees,” barked Lucy, and Kat complied, the juice now running down her thighs. “Hands behind your back.” Lucy secured Kat’s hands with a strip of cloth and also fastened a metal cuff attached to a length of chain to one of her ankles.

The kneeling, nude Kat looked up humbly as Lucy stripped off her jeans, then her black lace panties. Kat was somewhat surprised to find that Lucy was not shaved; in fact she was rather hairy down there. As Lucy approached her Kat saw a forest of brown curls, then an inviting slice of pink and a glint of metal, then nothing at all as Lucy’s warmth and wetness enveloped her. Kat put her full effort into pleasuring Lucy, thrusting her tongue in, licking all around, and sucking Lucy’s clit, loving the tremors that she could feel pulsing through the woman above her.

Kat forgot herself completely in that moment, and some amount of time between five minutes and five hours passed before Lucy finally stepped away, sweat beading on her forehead, looking a little shaky on her feet. Leaning back against the wall, Lucy found and lit a cigarette, gazing for awhile out the window, then down at the wet face of the bound girl before her.

Turning her back on Kat, Lucy disappeared for a minute into the darkest corner of the room. When she returned, a long black strap-on protruded from between her legs. Kat licked and sucked the phallus as Lucy finished her cigarette, then Lucy bent Kat over and lifted her ass into the air.

The floor was cold against Kat’s breasts and face, but in a minute she had forgotten that and gotten into a rhythm, flexing her hips to meet Lucy’s thrusts. After awhile Lucy rolled Kat onto her left side and lifted her right leg high into the air, spreading her wide and penetrating even deeper. Kat let out a loud gasp just as the door opened and Ramona – the woman who’d been next to her at the bar – stepped in.

For a brief interval, Ramona just stood watching Kat get fucked. Then she casually reached down under her skirt and slipped off her panties. Walking over to where Kat’s head was, she carefully placed the back of her skirt underneath her to keep her ass off the cold floor, lifted the front of the skirt, and pulled Kat’s head into her crotch. Kat had to contort herself somewhat to do both things at the same time, but she did it gladly.

When Ramona had come twice, she stood up and retreated to the same corner Lucy had gone to earlier. When she returned, she was equipped with a bright white strap-on at least as big as Lucy’s. Lucy pulled out of Kat and changed sides; the juice-slick black dildo went into Kat’s mouth while Ramona plunged into her pussy.

Ramona was a sweet, gentle-looking girl, but she wasn’t gentle with Kat at all, slapping her ass and ramming into her with surprising strength. It took Kat’s full effort to keep from being moved across the room while trying to avoid gagging as the black cock was forced deeper into her mouth.

After a couple minutes Ramona settled down and she and Kat began moving together, Kat angling and rotating her hips for maximum friction. Just as Kat was approaching what promised to be a massive orgasm, the door opened again and Casey walked in.

Sizing up the situation, Casey wasted no time in getting involved. She hurried out of her clothes and straddled Kat, rubbing her wet pussy across Kat’s back while sucking Lucy and Ramona’s breasts.

Taking charge, Lucy decided to reconfigure everything. Kat went on her back on the floor, arms out to the sides; Casey went on top of her in 69 position; and Lucy and Ramona took turns fucking each girl’s mouth and pussy in turn.

By the time this cluster broke up a half-hour and many orgasms later, everyone was worn out and satisfied. Ramona and Casey dressed and left, and Kat sat waiting for Lucy to unchain her, hoping maybe that her new friend would take her home. Instead, Lucy put Kat’s clothes into her own bag and tossed Kat a blanket. “You can sleep here tonight,” Lucy said. “If you’re good, in the morning I’ll introduce you to Mistress Mimi.”

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Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 48

On Saturday Kat decided to drive into town. She wanted to pick up a ball gag and a collar that she had in mind for Ms. Valentine – for whatever reason, she felt very confident that the English teacher would come around.

When she walked into the sex shop the same cashier was behind the counter as the last time, the sexy goth girl with crimson-red hair. Kat hadn’t forgotten that this girl had written her a note and gifted her with a pair of nipple clamps, and that too had been in the back of her mind when deciding to make this trip.

Kat walked up to the counter and the girl smiled in recognition. “Well hello again,” she purred.

“Hi,” said Kat, smiling back and feeling suddenly shy. “Ummm....” She didn’t seem to be able to find words. Though she had of late become quite bold, she felt out of her depth in this situation.

“I’m Lucy,” said the girl behind the counter, holding out her hand, which Kat took.

“Kat.”

“Hi Kat. I hoped I might see you again. What can I help you with?”

Lucy helped Kat pick out a ball gag and a beautiful leather collar studded with white crystals. When Lucy suggested adding a leash, Kat hesitated; she was already over her budget. But when she pictured Ms. Valentine gagged, collared, and leashed, following Kat on hands and knees into her bedroom, she decided it was worth it. And when Lucy rang up the purchase the total was much lower than Kat expected, not that she was complaining.

Lucy looked Kat up and down. Her body language was very open and available, and Lucy had half a mind to try out that gag and collar on her right now. But just then a couple walked into the store, so Lucy changed tacks. “How long are you in town for?” asked Lucy. Despite her slightly daring hair color, Kat had “suburbs” written all over her, as far as Lucy was concerned.

“I’m not sure,” Kat answered honestly.

“Well, I get off at six,” said Lucy. “Why don’t you come back then, we’ll go get a drink?”

“OK, ” said Kat, her heart suddenly beating rapidly. Something about Lucy really excited her, made her feel a little weak in the knees. She left the store as Lucy attended to the new customers.

Feeling happily dazed and anxious, Kat walked around window shopping for a while. She got a latte at a cafe and browsed in a bookstore. She called home and left a message that she’d be spending the night at her uncle’s – just in case – hoping her mother wouldn’t call to check. Just before six she went into the bathroom, fixed her hair and put on some lipstick, and returned to the sex shop.

Lucy was just locking up. Together they walked around the corner to a door marked simply “#9.” Inside was a dimly lit bar. Kat paused at the door.

“I don’t have an ID,” she told Lucy.

Lucy smiled at Kat’s naiveté. “No one’s going to card you here, sweetheart, believe me.”

Lucy took Kat by the arm and led her to the bar. The bartender, a cute brunette with big brown eyes, walked over to them polishing a glass. “Hi, Lucy,” she said. “Who’s this?”

“This is Kat,” answered Lucy. “A very good customer of mine.”

“Nice to meet you,” said the bartender, extending her hand. “I’m Casey. What’ll it be?”

Before Kat could answer, Lucy spoke up. “Is there any of that absinthe left?”

Casey grinned. “Officially, no. But for you....”

A minute later two small glasses of a bluish-green liquid were sitting in front of them. Following Lucy’s lead, Kat sipped hers; it was a strange taste, bitter like licorice, but with a trace of sweetness as well. The second sip was a little better, and the third better still.

Kat looked around nervously. She was out of her element here; she’d never spent any time in bars. But Lucy was doing her best to make the new girl feel at home: standing close to her, putting a hand on her back and occasionally her butt, whispering in her ear.

Soon a new customer arrived and stood on Kat’s other side, a straight-laced-looking woman in her late twenties with dark hair and glasses. She was dressed very conservatively, but the outfit did nothing to disguise her enormous breasts. Kat immediately pictured herself suckling on them. She took another sip of her drink, feeling the alcohol warm her belly as other forces were warming her nipples and pussy. Suddenly every possibility seemed open; she was sure it was going to be an exciting night.

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