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A middle aged woman rekindles her adventurous sexual past with explosive results.

Karen Blanchard lived a good life. She was smart, had a husband and daughter and at 42, was still a head turner. Karen came from an intact family. Neither her parents nor siblings had ever been divorced. She grew up in an upper middle class family and went to a well known liberal arts college. While her education may not have prepared her well for the competitive job market she would eventually find herself in, the environment did spur her ideals of community and helping those less fortunate than herself. She also lived the carefree life of a college co-ed, drinking, experimenting with drugs and having anonymous sex with various partners. Karen didn’t take her partying too seriously viewing her actions as merely blowing off steam from the stress of classes. On several occasions she and her roommate found themselves sharing a boy in their dorm room and on two drunken occasions, just sharing each other.

After graduation, Karen moved back home while looking for a job. She longed for the freedom of moving out, but needed to find a good job before that could happen. After turning down a couple of job offers her parents thought suited her well, Karen finally took a position with a non-profit charitable foundation. The pay was below market for a college graduate, but Karen thought she would find the work rewarding. The job would look good on her resume, she reasoned, and living at home really wasn’t that bad.

Karen threw herself into her job working tirelessly to advance the causes the foundation pursued, namely helping the homeless and raising money for local food banks. Karen found the work extremely rewarding, even if it was not financially smart. Karen met an interesting mix of people. Some, like her, were working for the pure reward of helping other people, some were wealthy individuals donating money but not their time and some were a mix who volunteered and donated money.

It was from this latter group that Karen met her future husband Tom. Tom was 14 years her senior and was already a vice president at a Fortune 500 company. He had an MBA from Harvard and fit the roll of power broker to a T. At first Karen didn’t think too much of him. She had met his kind before. In her mind, these type of people just showed up for the banquets, gave some money to be written off their taxes and then went home with a clear conscious without having to get their hands dirty. But as she saw Tom at multiple events and began to get to know him, she realized he did share some of her convictions, although clearly his career was still number one in his heart. For his part, Tom had dated only sporadically since getting out of college. The demands of his job included traveling and long hours at the office so he had pushed back his desire for family. Over the last couple of years, however, he was starting to think the time was right. When he met Karen he found a beautiful woman with a passion for life that immediately spellbound him. Although he really was more of a donate and forget kind of guy, he began showing up for more of the ground level events he knew Karen would be at and began romancing her. In his mind, Karen was the kind of woman he wanted raising his kids. In Tom, Karen thought she found a man who cared about her causes and made enough money to allow her to keep working to advance them. They had a whirlwind romance and were married within a year. She was now 23 and he was 37, but the difference seemed negligible.

Almost immediately Karen became pregnant and soon the power couple welcomed a daughter, Katie, into their family. Tom continued up the corporate ladder and was now a senior VP. His job responsibilities kept him from home 60 hours a week so raising Katie was left to Karen. Being a mother came naturally to Karen and she loved teaching her daughter and playing children’s games. Karen gave up her position at the foundation, although she and Tom still attended all the gala events. Slowly Karen began to change into one of the people she had mocked as caring only about donating money as her schedule prevented her from more active participation. Given Tom’s schedule and seeing to Katie’s needs, Karen found her primary social outlet to be various charity events, although now her social circle was principally older women from well to do families. She began to miss having friends her own age and just being able to go out without a specific agenda.

As their lives progressed, Karen began to get more disillusioned with her situation. She still loved Tom and absolutely loved Katie, but she wanted more. Tom’s devotion to his career was keeping him away from home more as he now had responsibilities involving offices all over the country. Katie was in school and therefore was not home during the day. Tom was adamant that Karen needed to be home when Katie got home from school so even working a part-time job proved too difficult. It certainly wasn’t that they needed the money, but Karen needed something to fill her idle hours. After all, how long can you sit around with other rich wives, drink wine and listen to them complain about how hard their privileged lives had become? Karen even contemplated leaving Tom, but she could not bring herself to hurt Katie that much.

Just before Katie graduated high school, Tom was promoted to CEO, the culmination of years of hard work. While never hard up for money, the promotion brought a level of wealth to the family. Before they had hardly come up for air, their house was on the market and they we closing on a new house paid for in cash from Tom’s signing bonus. Karen was adamant that the three of them did not need a 9,000 square foot mansion, but Tom was unfazed. He explained that part of his duties would be to wine and dine other executives and major investors and the house would play a major part of that. Tom also explained they could get a maid to handle the cleaning. Karen still didn’t like the idea. She knew Tom’s new position would further isolate her from having a viable social circle. In fact, she probably would have lost her mind wandering around a huge empty house if it wasn’t for Terri and Jack Hoffmann.

Terri and Jack were Karen and Tom’s new neighbors. Well, neighbor might be a bit of a stretch. Karen and Tom’s new house was in a very exclusive gated community. The lots were all at least 3 acres, although Karen and Tom’s was closer to 6. It was at the end of a long road. Terri and Jack were closest, although their house was probably 300 feet away. None of the houses were under a million dollars and Karen assumed all of the residents would be as snobby as her current circle. Terri was much different. She was about Karen’s age, 41, and worked in sales. Her husband Jack was also in sales and they had twin children, Billie and Sam, both in Katie’s class. Terri seemed completely down to earth and not spoiled by the trappings of wealth.

Terri and Jack traveled extensively for work, frequently being gone all week and only returning on the weekends. Their combined income definitely put them in the upper class, but just barely. Karen assumed that since they were working so hard to be where they were financially, they stayed grounded. It seemed like their only excess was having a maid at the house 3 days a week. Terri explained it was the only way to keep the house clean while they were gone.

Their kids were another matter. Both Billie and Sam were nice enough, but they certainly had an air of superiority in their personalities. With their parents commonly out of town at the same time, they had lots of freedom. Katie became friends with both and Karen was concerned that she would start acting the same way.

As Karen got settled in, she made a conscious effort to befriend Terri. She needed a bit of “normal” in her life. When she wasn’t on the road, Terri typically worked from home. From the upstairs rooms of Karen’s house, she could see the backyard of Terri’s house. Whenever she saw Terri outside, usually with her laptop but sometimes just sitting next to the pool, Karen made it a point to stop by. Terri and Karen became best friends. They confided their secrets and gave each other advice. Karen surprised herself by opening up to Terri about how lackluster her sex life had become.

Karen: “When I was in college I was wild. Now Tom is never home and when he is he has almost no interest in touching me.”

Terri and Karen each had consumed several Mike’s Hard Lemonades which probably loosened their tongues, but still Karen was surprised when Terri directly asked her if she ever masturbated.

Karen: “Terri!”

Terri: “Come on girl. You have needs.”

Karen: “Yes, but I can’t talk to you about it.”

Terri: “Have another lemonade.”

Karen smiled at the not so veiled reference to her needing more alcohol and then opened another bottle. Terri didn’t press her but also made sure the tasty beverages kept flowing. Soon she had Karen openly discussing not only her masturbation techniques, but her sexual history and fantasies.

Karen confessed that she never cheated on Tom, although she certainly thought about it a lot. Terri explained that she and Jack had a certain amount of openness in their marriage. With the strain of being on the road 15 days a month, they decided early on that a certain number of one-night stands would be allowed. They were not swingers, but if they felt the need, a purely physical evening of passion was acceptable. Karen listened closely as Karen described how easy it was for her to find a willing suitor at any hotel bar and how hardly a night on the road went by without someone willing to fill her needs.

Karen: “Don’t you feel like a bit of a slut though?”

Terri: “Any your point is what exactly? No, seriously, I have a very high sex drive. From what you described as your college life, you once did too. I got tired of trying to schedule time with Jack so I took matters into my own hands.”

Karen: “I could never do that.”

Terri: “Do you watch porn?”

Karen: “No! Certainly not!”

Terri: “Why not? When I don’t find a partner, I turn on the hotel PPV and frig myself silly. Jack and I both have made dirty movies of ourselves for each other to take on the road.”

Karen: “But that seems so dirty.”

Terri: “Do you want to watch one of Jack’s DVDs?”

Karen: “I couldn’t”

Karen watched as Terri stood up and walked into the house. About 2 minutes later she wobbled back through the door holding two jewel cases.

Terri: “Take these home and watch them.”

Karen: “Really I can’t.”

Terri: “I insist. Have fun.”

With that Terri turned and walked inside again. Karen watched the door shut and heard the deadbolt flip. Did her neighbor really just give her a whack-off DVD staring her husband? Karen took the DVDs and walked out of the yard and back home. She took the DVDs up to her sewing room and hid them in a drawer. She figured she would hold onto them for a few days then return them to Terri. Katie would be home from school soon and Karen needed to plan dinner.

Karen tried to concentrate on her meal preparations, but her mind kept racing back to the DVDs upstairs and what might be on them. Karen kept pushing the dirty thoughts in her mind back down, but each time the distraction was only fleeting as her curiosity came back stronger and stronger. Karen knew Katie would be home soon, but she had to see what was on the disc. Sprinting back to her sewing room, Karen took the first DVD and put it into her laptop. Karen’s sewing room was located next to the master bedroom. Because the house had 6 bedrooms, each person had an extra bedroom for their own use. Karen had a sewing table setup, although she hardly ever sewed. She also had a relaxing chaise lounge she used often for reading and a laptop she used to surf the net.

As the laptop booted up, Karen looked out the window. She felt guilty and wanted to be sure nobody could see in. Of course, the view from this bedroom was the same as from the master. Trees and more trees. On an extreme angle she could see Terri’s backyard, but that was it. Still Karen lowered the blinds as PowerDVD launched. The image on the screen was Jack, sitting naked on a chair. Karen sat mesmerized as Jack began to speak to Terri and began to stroke his cock.

The lascivious display unfolded as Jack explained exactly what he wanted to do to Terri when they next met. His cock continued to harden until he was sporting a very impressive boner. At least Karen was impressed. Jack was much better hung than Tom. Karen even began to feel a little jealous as she watched Jack continue to slowly stroke his shaft while almost hypnotically telling Terri was a dirty girl she was and what he was going to make her do when she returned.

Karen could feel herself getting wet; almost falling under the spell of thinking Jack was talking to her. She had absentmindedly begun rubbing her breasts through her blouse and was just starting to slip a hand into her pants when she heard the garage door open. Katie was home from school.

Quick as a flash, Karen snapped back to reality and pushed down the screen on her laptop. Looking into a mirror, she saw she was flush with excitement. Her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. Fortunately her wetness did not soak through her pants. Karen took several deep breathes and then walked out to meet Katie as if nothing had happened. As she came down the stairs, Karen was surprised to see Billie with Katie.

Katie: “Hi mom. Billie and I have a school project to work on tonight. Can she stay for dinner?”

Karen looked at the young girl. She was the spitting image of her mom, although not yet fully developed. She stumbled with her words, but eventually said that was fine if her mom agreed.

Billie: “Thanks Mrs. Blanchard. I’m sure she will.”

Billie flipped out her cell phone to call her mom. After a quick conversation, Billie handed the phone to Karen.

Billie: “My mom wants to talk to you.”

Karen took the phone and said hello.

Terri: “So did you watch the DVD yet?”

Karen blushed again, trying not to show any reaction to the intimate question.

Karen: “I started to, but then the girls came home.”

Katie: “Started to what, mom?”

Karen lowered the phone and lied about having started dinner.

Terri: “It’s fine if Billie stays at your house. Jack will be home tonight and I need some of his special home cooking anyway.”

Karen: “OK. Bye.”

Karen hung up the phone, still trying to give an outward appearance of having been talking about dinner. In her mind she pictured Terri jumping on top of Jack and his magnificent penis. Karen began to daydream about Terri getting the kind of screwing she once enjoyed on a regular basis but now had to schedule with Tom. Karen was lost in thought as the girls left the room and headed upstairs to work on their school project. Katie didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but Billie knew the score.

Karen snapped out of her trance when she heard the phone ring. On the line was Tom telling her once again that he would be working late. Although hardly surprised, Karen was still disappointed. She was horny and wanted sex. Karen went into the kitchen to prepare food for the girls. She stared at the contents of the refrigerator, but all she could think about was the moistness in her panties. Eventually Karen grabbed a pizza out of the freezer and turned on the oven to preheat. “Kids always like pizza,” she thought.

While the oven was heating, Karen sat at the kitchen table and tried to distract her mind of the parade of large cocks dancing through her consciousness. It was a tall order, one which became more difficult when the doorbell rang. Karen went to greet her guest and found Billie’s brother Sam on the stoop. He obviously had been working out and was dressed in a cut off t-shirt and gym shorts.

Sam: “Hi Mrs. Blanchard. Billie left her poli-sci book at home. She and Katie are going to need it for their project.”

Sam handed the book to Karen, but all she was focused on was his tight abs and hard biceps. Sam looked a lot like his dad, a good thing in Karen’s estimation. She wondered if he inherited certain genetic attributes she now knew his father possessed.

Karen: “Thanks Sam. I’ll take this up to her right away. Bye.”

Karen quickly shut the door. The last thing she needed right then was to look at an athletic young man. She retreated to the kitchen and put the pizza in the oven. It wasn’t quite at the right temperature, but there was another oven which needed attention and its temperature was definitely on broil.

Karen took the book up to Katie’s room and told the girls the pizza would be done in 15 minutes.

Karen: “I’m going to lie down for a few minutes. When you hear the timer, take the pizza out.”

Katie: “Ok mom.”

Billie smirked a little at Karen’s obviously hard nipples straining through her bra. Karen walked down the hallway and into the master bedroom. She locked the door and then quickly stripped off her clothes. Usually when she masturbated she slowly teased herself, kind of her own brand of foreplay. After a while, she would build to a nice pace and get herself off. Today was different. The effects of the sexual talk with Terri, the DVD of Jack masturbating and the vision of Sam buff and sweaty already had Karen primed. She would have liked to watch more of the DVD, but her sewing room was adjacent to Katie’s room and she didn’t want to risk being heard.

Standing in the middle of the room, Karen used her left hand to spread and tighten the skin surrounding her clit. She then used her right hand to furiously apply pressure to her love button. Almost immediately she felt the early pangs of an orgasm and her legs began to go weak. Karen labored over to the bed.

Leaning over the bed, Karen positioned herself face down with her knees on the edge and her legs hanging over. Her right hand was still working her clit while her left hand moved forward to steady herself. She had a picture in her mind of Jack pummeling her from behind. She rocked her hips forward and back to the beat of her imaginary lover and began to moan into the comforter. Her left hand began to pound the top of the bed as her orgasm approached. In her mind, Jack was about to burst, his orgasm timed to perfectly correspond to hers. In her fantasy she didn’t have to worry about pregnancy so she looked forward to Jack dumping his load deep inside her. Karen began rocking faster back and forth, her imaginary love spurred to greater heights of passion. Carnal images shot through her mind of the different things Jack would make her do. He was now fucking her ass and spanking her. Just before she exploded, Karen pictured Sam joining them by forcing his young cock into her mouth. She dreamed he was just as well endowed as his father as his rock hard cock pressed against her lips then into her mouth and finally deep into her throat.

Her vision of being shared by father and son set off Karen’s orgasm. She forced her mouth solidly against the bed to stifle her noisy climax. Billie, who left Katie’s room to go to the bathroom, was standing outside the master bedroom listening intently. Katie came out of the room to see where her friend went and to take the pizza out of the oven.

Katie: “What are you doing?”

Billie: “Listening to your mom cum. She just had a major orgasm.”

Katie: “What are you talking about? My mom isn’t like that.”

Billie: “Don’t be so sure.”

By the time Katie got to the door, Karen’s moans had died down. Her show was over for the day, but a new era was about to start. Karen had never experienced an orgasm like that before and she wanted more. Karen lay back in the bed, her body still quaking from the massive release of a few minutes ago. Her pussy was on fire, her thighs liberally coated with her juices.

Katie (whispering): “I don’t hear anything.”

Billie: “Trust me. My mom makes the same noises. I know what I heard.”

Katie: “We better get out of here. Let’s grab the pizza.”

Billie and Katie retreated to the kitchen while Karen continued to lie in the bed lazily stroking her pussy and breasts. She wasn’t really playing with herself so much as trying to keep her high going. Karen noticed the bedroom reeked of sex and was glad Tom wasn’t going to be home for several hours. Peeling herself off the bed, Karen opened the windows to let some fresh air circulate in the room. She also pulled off the comforter and sheets before retreating to the shower. By the time she emerged from the bedroom a new set of bed linens were in place and her body was rinsed of all traces of her carnal adventure. She only hoped the girls didn’t notice she had changed her clothes.

Thus began Karen’s new sexual life. The adventurous woman of her past life had been reborn and she knew it would be difficult to restrain her needs again. The next day, after Katie left for school and Tom left for the office, Karen wasted no time heading to her sewing room and quickly stripped out of her clothes. She then sat down at the computer desk and turned on her laptop. Once again she began to play Jack’s DVD and once again his hypnotic voice and rock hard cock had her pussy dripping in no time. With no real time constraints this time, Karen slowly began working herself into a froth. She purposely held back the type of movements which gave her so much pleasure the day before, preferring to tease her clit and nipples until she was driving herself mad with desire. Karen knew she could make herself cum whenever she wanted, but chose to try and hold out as long as she could. She assumed Jack would eventually pop his load and wanted to come with him. As Jack’s facial expressions told the story of his impending climax, Karen was about to give in when the phone rang. Closing down her laptop’s player, she picked up the cordless phone and was connected to an auto dialer inquiring about her driveway. Karen click off the call almost immediately, upset with herself for not checking the caller id first.

“No matter,” she thought. “Back to business.”

Karen opened the laptop screen to find the DVD had ended before the laptop had a chance to go into standby. Karen popped out the first DVD and slid in the second. She expected to see another lascivious display from Jack, but instead was greeted by Terri. “She must have given me the wrong DVD,” Karen thought.

The scene unfolded with Terri dressed very provocatively in a little nightie lounging on her bed beckoning Jack to join her. One thing Karen noticed was the camera was moving. Someone else was in the room. Jack’s DVD had been a static camera on a tripod. Terri’s movie had the camera walking around the room changing the angles displaying her form. Karen wondered if Jack was the camera operator and if she would soon see him put his hardware to good use. Terri began the same style of dirty talk Jack had used so effectively. She slowly revealed her body while telling her husband how much she missed him and what she was going to do to him when they next met. Karen decided Jack obviously was not the camera operator and wondered who it could be.

As Terri began to reveal her body, Karen’s arousal began to take hold of her once again. She had been so close to release with Jack’s DVD, she was sure she would have cum at the site of his jizz spewing from his cock. Robbed of that vision by the phone call, Karen once again tried to hold off while Terri wove her tale of debauchery. Of course Karen knew she could cum anytime and could watch the end of Terri’s movie later, but deep down she missed the intimate companionship she had shared with her college room mate so many years ago. Watching her neighbor tease and pleasure herself while doing the same brought Karen back to her dorm room and the swinging three ways of her college years. Karen fought her urge to cum with all her might until she saw Terri begin to orgasm on the screen. Subconsciously Karen had begun mimicking Terri’s movements until her pussy clamped around her fingers as both women came together. Karen’s orgasm hit with much more force that Terri’s appeared to on the DVD and Karen rocked against the chair’s backrest howling in delight.

In time, Karen calmed down and the consequences of her new found pleasure began to worry her. How could she face Terri again after what she had seen and more importantly how her body had reacted? Was Terri hitting on her virtually? What other secrets didn’t Terri share? Karen began to formulate a plan to find out more about her neighbor.

Back at the Hoffmann house a different plan was being hatched to find out more about their neighbor. Billie was intrigued by the sounds she heard coming from Karen’s bedroom and was thinking of a way to turn it to her advantage. Billie’s looks always allowed her to wrap boys around her finger. She learned early on that she preferred having boys buy her things than having to demean herself by getting a job. But her high school friends had limited budgets. The Blanchards had more money than they knew what to do with. If she could get some evidence of Karen’s wickedness, perhaps she would pay to keep the information private.

Billie’s plan was deceptively simple, although she would need about 5 minutes in private with Karen’s computer. Enlisting the help of her brother, Sam, Billie waited until they noticed Karen had left the house one afternoon. Karen knew Katie had the hots for her brother and that Sam would be the perfect distraction. Together they rang the Blanchard’s doorbell and waited for a surprised Katie to answer the door. Inviting themselves inside, Katie was very accommodating to her surprise visitors. As was their usual custom, the three friends headed downstairs to the basement rec room where they could play music, shoot pool or watch a movie in the home theatre. Sam was flirting with Katie as Billie waited until the girl was distracted enough not to miss her for a while. Announcing that she had to go to the bathroom, Billie headed upstairs. Katie seemed happy to see her go giving her time alone with Sam.

Billie quickly made her way up to Karen’s sewing room and went straight to her laptop. Billie had brought a thumb drive loaded with a special boot ROM which would give her Karen’s administrator password. Once she had control of the computer she did several quick modifications. First, she loaded a keystroke logger which tracked each keystroke Karen used with Internet Explorer and saved it to a text file. Karen created a hidden folder to hold the log. She also loaded a program which saved a duplicate of IE’s history, but which would not be deleted if you clear the official history. Karen made sure Remote Desktop was enabled and made a copy of the WEP for the Blanchard’s wireless network so she could access the laptop whenever she needed. The final piece of Billie’s handiwork was to enable the laptop’s built-in webcam. Billie wrote out the movie file to her hidden directory. She would have to make sure and copy the files regularly to keep from being detected, but Billie was very interested in what happened in that room so she figured the time and effort was worth it.

Billie headed back downstairs and was not surprised to see Sam and Katie sitting on the couch making out. Sam had his hand up under Katie’s shirt. Billie knew the inexperienced girl would be easy for Sam to control. He had that effect on women and she also knew that if her ultimate plan to have Karen as her play toy was to succeed, she might need Katie’s help. Billie watched the two of them for about thirty seconds before she cleared her throat and announced her presence. Katie scrambled to push Sam’s hand away and straighten her blouse.

Billie: “Don’t worry Katie. I know he’s a hottie.”

Katie was embarrassed and chose not to respond. Just then they heard the security system announce the garage door had opened.

Sam: “Maybe we should get going.”

Billie looked at Katie who was still making moon-eyes at Sam.

Billie: “That’s probably a good idea.”

The trio headed up the stairs and met Karen coming in from the garage. As they exchanged pleasantries, Sam made sure to give Karen his patented come hither smile. Karen invited the two neighbors to stay for a while, but Billie and Sam insisted they needed to leave. Everyone said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Katie told her mom she was going downstairs to watch a movie. This was fine with Karen who was surprised to find her at home at all. She had done some shopping and purchased a hand massager she thought would work great in the bedroom. While her fingers have been giving her great pleasure lately, Karen was starting to need more. The massager she bought strapped to the back of your hand. It was really designed for scalp massages, but Karen hoped it would also be useful for more intimate places.

Karen retreated to the privacy of her sewing room and locked the door. She quickly stripped off her clothes and then logged into her laptop. She placed the massager on the desk and started the video of Jack pleasuring himself. Karen began to masturbate to Jack’s cadence. Her mind was wandering to Sam as she took the massager and strapped it on the back of her left hand. Turning it on, Karen was surprised at the tingling sensation being transmitted through her palm. Deciding to try it first for its intended purpose, Karen ran her hand along her head. The massager really did feel good, although it would hardly be considered erotic. Next she cupped her right breast. Immediately a jolt of sexual energy was transmitted through her nipple straight to her pussy. Karen moaned involuntarily and sought her clit with her right hand. Karen loved the sensations coursing through her nipple, but was a little scared about applying that same force to her clit.

For the duration of the Jack video, Karen slouched back against her chair, her right hand strumming her clit and her left hand, aided by the massager, stimulating her breasts. Several times she reached the edge of orgasm and had to work hard to avoid cumming before Jack did. Karen noticed the vibrations from the massager were intently focused through her wedding band. As Jack reached the final strokes before he shot, Karen used her right hand to pull back the hood protecting her clit and pressed the base of her wedding ring squarely onto her most sensitive nub. The sensation and result were both immediate and predictable. Just as Jack began to shoot his load at the camera, Karen began to convulse in a major orgasm of her own. Her body contracted as if she were doing an abdominal exercise, the force causing the chair to roll backwards until she lost her balance and slid down onto the floor. Later that afternoon Billie would smile as she watched Karen writher on the floor via the wide angle webcam built into the laptop, but for now, Karen thought nobody knew her dirty little secret.

Life went on for the two families as the kids moved toward graduation. Karen became more and more addicted to having at least one orgasm each day, although usually two or three were the norm. Watching Jack and Terri’s videos quickly became stale, but Karen found solace on the internet. She always knew that pornography was widely available on the net, but had not realized the easy availability and tremendous variety of material she could find. The first site she actually joined was a movie site featuring older women and younger men. She identified with the “mothers” on the site and found the vision of huge cocks servicing them a great turn on. She even found one “star” which looked vaguely like herself and made sure to download all of the woman’s clips. Karen also found herself reading erotic stories and imagining herself in all the lusty adventures. Karen constantly fueled her fantasy life with new videos and stories branching out deeper and deeper into fetish related subjects. She started collecting sex toys, purchased on-line and shipped in discreet packages. Her collection included dildos and vibrators of various shapes and sizes, erotic lingerie and costumes, a set of Ben-Wa balls and even a blindfold.

During the day, Karen liked to dress in the sexy lingerie and slide the Ben-Wa balls into her pussy. She would then go for a walk or to one of her charity functions, slowly teasing herself into a funk. She loved dressing conservatively on the outside while underneath her sexual energy was reaching the boiling point. She spent hours window shopping at the mall, strutting around in front of the high school boys and imagining them undressing her with their eyes. By the time she would get home, her pussy would be on fire. She would rush to her sewing room, although by now it had really become her personal den of iniquity, pull down her panties, scoop out the balls and furiously masturbate while watching her pornstar twin get drilled by a young stud. On more than one occasion she placed her legs on her desk, spread obscenely wide, and fucked herself with one of her dildos while urging the young stud to fuck her. She even ordered a dildo with a suction cup at the base she could attach to the chair and ride cowgirl style to better match her on-screen partners.

Over and over Karen would bring herself to orgasm while Billie continued to collect her blackmail material. One morning while reading through the Internet history log from Karen’s computer, Billie noticed Karen had visited a video site featuring women masturbating while in bondage. Billie knew Karen had read several stories on the subject, but now it seemed that Karen’s interest was becoming more than idle curiosity. Billie made note of the website’s address and got Karen’s password from the keystroke log. Billie downloaded several of the same video’s Karen had viewed. They all focused on women being tied to her bed with a magic wand vibrator strapped to her pussy. The women would squirm and struggle until they were consumed by a major orgasm. Sure enough, within a few days, Billie noticed a magic wand had joined Karen’s stable of sex toys, although Billie had no video evidence that Karen was tying herself up. The reason Billie did not see that was not that it wasn’t happening, but there was no need for Karen to have the computer on during her self-bondage sessions.

Karen had started simply with a set of handcuffs that she could unhook without using a key and her favorite vibrator. Karen had officially rechristened her sewing room as her sex den, although she certainly didn’t tell her family. The outward appearance hadn’t changed much, but inside several locking cabinets she had her toy collection and inside the closet was her costumes and lingerie. She had discretely screwed a hook into the wall behind the chaise lounge. After reading a few erotic stories, more and more frequently featuring bondage and submission, Karen’s pussy would be primed for one of her vibrators. After shutting down the computer, much to Billie’s chagrin, Karen would slide the vibrator into her well lubricated pussy and turn the speed on low. She would then snap the handcuffs on her wrists, always in front of her, and then lay down on the chaise. She would then raise her arms and hook the chain between the cuffs on the hook. She always set the vibrator too low to allow her to achieve orgasm. Her self bondage was always about the tease. She would shut her eyes and picture Jack or Sam finding her and taking advantage of the situation. Before long, her pussy would be a seething caldron of her juices and the room would reek of female arousal. Invariably Karen would begin rotating her hips trying to get extra stimulation from the vibrator to get herself off. She would struggle and hold out as long as she could before unhooking her wrists, turning the vibrator on high and fucking herself to a glorious climax. Several times after she came, Karen logged back into her computer to search for new stories and movies. Billie watched the webcam footage with great interest. Karen obviously had just climaxed. Her hair was a mess and her face was glowing. Several times Karen must have found a juicy website because she began to masturbate again in her chair, her orgasms flowing quickly over her fingertips.

As summer approached, the kids all graduated high school and Karen’s self bondage adventures took more daring twists. After reading about a woman who would freeze the key to her handcuffs in a block of ice forcing her to wait until it melted to gain her release, Karen knew she had to try it. Going online to her favorite erotic retailer, Karen placed an order for several new items. In addition to a new set of handcuffs which required a key to release, Karen also bought her first set of leather cuffs, a leather collar and high heeled leather boots. Even though Karen paid for priority shipping, it would be two long days until her new package arrived.

Katie was working full time during the summer saving her spending money for college in the fall. Both Karen and Tom insisted that she work. They were happy to pay her tuition, room and board, but wanted to instill a solid work ethic in their daughter. This meant Karen still had her days free and clear to amuse herself. Karen noticed that Billie and Sam spent their days loafing around their backyard pool and entertaining a never ending stream of friends. Karen talked to Terri several times about their apparent lack of direction, but each time was rebuked. Terri said it was their last summer before college and they should enjoy it.

Karen was certainly enjoying her summer as her new cuffs allowed her to expand her self-bondage activities. Her favorite way to tie herself was to first take her magic wand down to the basement. She found a special pillow on eBay which allowed the wand to stick upright where a woman could straddle its vibrating head. She set up the wand and pillow in front of the TV and put one of her favorite masturbation DVDs in the player. The universal remote was left on the table. In the back of the basement, she hung a key to her handcuffs frozen solid in a block of ice. From her experience, it would take about three hours to thaw. She then locked the door to the back of the basement and retreated to her sex room. She had the key to the basement room already frozen in a smaller ice cube. This one would take about two hours to melt. She hung that key in the closet with a small drip bowl beneath it to catch the water. Finally she put on a pair of leather panties, a leather bra with cutouts for her nipples, placed a blindfold on her forehead and slid her feet into her leather high heeled boots. Walking over to her toy cabinet, Karen took a large, d-battery powered vibrator out and made sure it had new batteries. She also grabbed her leather cuffs, the collar, some bondage tape and her handcuffs. She then walked over to the bed, every nerve in her body turned on in anticipation of the afternoon to come.

The first step in her self-bondage was to put the cuffs on her ankles. The chain between the cuffs was adjustable and Karen set them very tight to keep her from walking easily. Next she put on the collar. It didn’t have any purpose except to remind her of her submission and fuel her fantasies. Karen sat down on the chaise and swung her legs up. She then positioned the vibrator on the outside of her panties. The leather panties were very effective in defusing the vibrations from the toy. No matter how high she turned on the power, she had been unable to achieve orgasm, although the pulsation would be joyfully spread all around her labia and clit. Karen then arched her back lifting her butt in the air. With a practiced skill, she wrapped several strands of the bondage tape around her hips to secure the vibrator in place. Finally she would turn on the vibrator, slip the blindfold in place and lock her hands behind her back.

It would take about 2 hours for the batteries to die in the vibrator. Karen used this time to visualize fantasy after kinky fantasy in her mind. She had become addicted to bondage and resolved to tell Tom. Maybe this was the kind of kink needed to spice up their non-existent sex lives. She would then think of Sam and Jack pounding her relentlessly. At times, she even thought of Terri finding her tied up and taking advantage of her. All of these lurid visions combined with the teasing vibrator to work Karen into a state of desperate sexual need. She knew that anybody coming through her door would get whatever they wanted and she would be powerless to resist. Each time she tied herself this way, and it was becoming more and more frequent, Karen’s desire to be caught became stronger and stronger.

Eventually the batteries died down and Karen knew the first ice cube had probably melted. Her first task was to remove the blindfold. Karen rolled over on her stomach and pushed her head into the backrest of the chaise. She had to rock her head several times, but eventually the blindfold caught enough to pull back up to her forehead. Now she had to stand up, so she rolled back onto her back, swung her legs off the chaise and gingerly stood up. Her legs were sore from being cuffed together and having the tape wrapped around her hips didn’t help. Karen was careful not to move too quickly and fall over. The cuffs between her ankles afforded her only very small lateral movements. If she had not been wearing the boots, she might have been able to hop quicker, but she did not want to risk falling down. As she slowly made her way to the closet and the key to the utility room door, each tantalizing movement caused a most pleasurable shift in the position of the vibrator. Karen knew from experience that she could push herself against the corner of the desk and get just enough pressure on the vibrator to make herself cum. But that was against the spirit of her self-imposed restraint and she fought back the urge to end her tease early. She also knew the longer she held out, the better her orgasm would be.

Turning around, Karen found the closet door handle and slowly inched her way sideways to open the door. As expected, the key was free from its icy imprisonment and was hanging free on the string. With a much practiced maneuver, Karen grabbed the key and pulled the string free from the tape holding it to the closet rod. Karen knew from experience that her next task was not to drop the key. The second time she had tied herself; she dropped the key and spent almost an hour rolling on the floor trying to grab it. Her solution was to carefully wrap the string around one finger while holding the key in her other hand. The next task was to walk to the basement. This meant opening two doors and negotiating the stairs. As she slowly moved out of her room, Karen did a quick time check. 3:30pm. She had at least an hour and a half before Katie got off work and at least fifteen more minutes until she got home. Just enough time if the ice melted fast enough on the second key.

By the time she struggled down the stairs, Karen was a quivering mess and now had two additional tasks before she could cum. The first was to turn on the TV and DVD player. She had placed the universal remove on a table next to the couch. This meant kneeling down to pick it up. She had already set the input on the TV to HDMI1 so getting the movie playing was just a matter of turning on both devices. She knew the power button was in the upper right hand corner of the remote. Quickly the TV sprang to life. But the DVD player proved more difficult. Karen just couldn’t get the right combination to switch control of the remote to DVD. Eventually she gave up and knee walked over to the DVD player. Looking carefully at the position of the power button, Karen turned around and ran her fingers over the player until it powered up. She then waited for the menu screen to appear and hit the play button.

Finally rewarded with her favorite masturbation movie (My Space 3 – Bound) appearing on the screen, Karen wiggled over to the coffee table. The vibrator batteries were on their last legs allowing the toy to provide only a smidgen of their former stimulative power. Karen needed to remove the vibrator and turn on the magic wand before she would be able to cum. Even rubbing the edge of the table would be fruitless at this point and she could risk losing the handcuff key by breaking free the ice block.

Karen had been careful to leave the ends of the bondage tape holding the vibrator at the back of her thighs. With a deliberate effort, she could reach the tape with her fingers and pull the end free. When she had about two inches available, she could hold the tape against the coffee table and rotate her hips to begin the unmasking process. There was a certain amount of pain involved in pulling off the tape. Even though it is designed for minimal adhesion, the tape was still designed to be pulled off quickly. Karen didn’t have that option so for the next several minutes, she strained to remove enough of the tape to allow the vibrator to fall to the ground. Karen’s orgasmic liberation was almost at hand. On the screen, one of Karen’s favorite actresses was struggling against her bonds as a magic wand did a number on her pussy. Karen knew her wand would soon bring salvation to her aching need, but first she had to turn it on. Karen had thoughtfully plugged it in, but now had to reach it with her bound hands to turn it on. As the sounds of her video partner screaming in orgasm echoed off the walls, Karen finally found the switch and flipped on the wand.

With her legs free from the tape, it was a relatively simple matter to spread her legs just enough to slide a thigh on either side of the pillow holding the wand. Almost instantly as her panty touched the large vibrating head, Karen began to cum. She had teased herself for over two hours and could hold back no more. As she rode out her first orgasm, she watched the lascivious image on the TV. She continued to hump the magic wand and reached a state of perpetual orgasm which left her legs too weak to support her necessitating her to lean forward resting her head on the floor. Karen struggled to keep her pussy glued to the wand as long as she could, taking as much pleasure from the toy as possible until the DVD ended.

Karen rolled off the wand; her entire body quaking in orgasm as she lay bound on the floor. She knew that Katie would be home soon, but was unable to move for several minutes as the flood of emotion continued to cascade through her body. Eventually she saved up enough strength to struggle to her knees and then to her feet. Walking slowly to the utility room door, she inserted the key in the lock and turned the knob to gain access. Just as she planned, the key was hanging at waist height and with her well practiced dexterity, she quickly removed the handcuffs. She then unclipped the leg cuffs and breathed a well earned sigh of relieve. Walking back into the rec room, Karen realized it was 5:30 and hoped both Katie and Tom would be late. Grabbing all her toys and the DVD, Karen hustled upstairs reaching her toy room just as the garage door was opening. After she put away all her toys and special clothes, Karen slipped on a robe she kept in the sex room and peaked out of the room to see who had arrived. She didn’t see anyone and assume Katie was already in her room. She sprinted past Katie’s door and into the master bedroom. She hoped Tom had not come home early. She didn’t know how she would explain why she was wearing a robe at 5:30 with a very freshly fucked look on her face. Fortunately the room was empty and Karen was able to slip into a very relaxing shower without being caught.

That night Karen did not sleep well. She tossed and turned as visions of herself being caught, bound and teased, flowed through her unconscious mind. She woke with a dripping pussy which needed attention. As usual, her husband was sound asleep. The first time she woke, Karen quickly dispatched her need with five minutes of discrete fingering. After quickly falling back asleep, her second dream was even more vivid than the first. Again she woke, this time wetter than the last. Deciding she needed more attention than her finger could give, Karen crept to her special room and unlocked the toy cabinet. She intended to surf the net for a new fantasy story and wanted both hands free. She decided to use her suction cup dildo. She mounted it to the front of the chair while her computer was booting up. Karen’s pussy was aching with need and easily slid down the entire length of the fake cock. Momentarily happy, Karen began cruising her usual hangouts, but nothing piqued her interest. Meanwhile her webcam was dutiful making a record of every facial express for Billie as Karen slowly rocked up and down the phallus. Eventually Karen landed on one of her favorite story websites. She had been on the site yesterday and it looked like no new stories had been posted since her last visit. She was about to move on when she noticed a message board she had somehow missed. Clicking onto the board, Karen found all sorts of topics with seemingly regular people openly discussing their various turn-ons and telling stories of their real life experiences. Karen began reading postings from other women who found sexual freedom in submission. Without even realizing it, Karen had begun riding her dildo a little harder. One woman in particular caught her fancy with descriptions of how her master made her dress slutty in public and pick up young boys for a quick motel rendezvous. Karen decided to write her own post and after a quick registration to the site, set down to write her first fantasy recap. As Karen replayed the past few months in her mind, her body reacted in a predictable way and soon she was showering the dildo with her juices. Taking time off her story to orgasm, Karen grabbed the edge of her desk for leverage so she could attack the dildo with her full force. As her orgasm struck, Karen had to stick her hand over her mouth to keep from yelling out loud. After she calmed down, she dismounted the dildo and cleaned it off. Placing it back in the cabinet, she sat back down to finish her first posting. Karen became a regular to the message board and her postings proved very popular. She began keeping a diary of her exploits and soon was writing full stories, with a fake name, of course. As part of her public profile, Karen asked for suggestions about how she could better tie herself up. Most of the responses were stupid and obviously from people with no experience, but a few, especially from the people who claimed to be women were decent and full of promise. Karen followed the instructions of the better proposals and dutifully reported back to the board.

As summer moved into August, Tom and Katie were planning a trip to Washington to scout apartments for Katie. She was going to Georgetown that fall and didn’t want to live in the dorm. Karen would have loved to go, but had a big charity function that Friday night. She waved goodbye Thursday morning to the pair, free and clear for a weekend of guilty pleasures. Her first stop was the tub for a relaxing soak. One of her message board friends had shared an interesting self-bondage story with her and she had been dying to give it a try and now that she didn’t have to worry about anyone coming home, it was now or never.

In preparation, Karen had ordered many new items. The basic gist of the fantasy was Karen would be wearing many different devices under her clothes. A chastity belt was the most intrusive, but underneath the belt she wore a leather panty with a slender dildo attached to the inside. Once she slid the panty on and the dildo nestled snuggly into her pussy, the chastity belt was locked into place. The belt had a series of four locks, one on each side securing a strap which went through Karen’s legs. Once in place, it wedged the panty dildo deep into Karen’s pussy. Over the belt, Karen wore a short black leather skirt, not a mini, but definitely above her knees. Once she zipped it up, the top of the zipper was secured with a small key lock. On her feet, Karen wore black leather boots with 4 inch stiletto heels. She had learned to walk confidently in this type of boot and loved the way the heel accentuated her calf. Around the top of the boot, a thin band could be tightened and locked in place preventing the boots from being removed. Once Karen had them on, she was not going to remove them without the keys.

Up top, Karen was sporting a black leather bra which also featured a key lock on the back and nipple cutouts. The original challenge had locking nipple clamps too, but Karen opted to skip that step. Over her bra she wore a white turtleneck sweater. Karen knew she looked hot. Finally a leather collar and wrist cuffs completed the look. In total, 11 different locks prevented her from removing her clothes. She had mailed 10 of the keys to cities in the area marked for general delivery. Her task would be to drive to each city and retrieve the key. The 11th key was mailed to her own home. She knew the final key would release the last lock of the chastity belt and allow her relief from what was sure to be a day of frustration. The other 10 keys all looked alike and Karen would have to find the corresponding lock by trial and error. The final part of the fantasy was to have Karen wait until after dark before she retrieved the final key from her mailbox. The reason for waiting until after dark was because her instructions were to remove her sweater, bra and skirt before getting the final key. The boots would keep her from running down the long driveway, but the darkness would afford her a some protection.

Karen had been creaming in her panties ever since she read this idea. It took some planning and research into which post offices still had general delivery pickup, but finally she was ready. She had mailed all the keys except the one to her own house on Tuesday. Wednesday she dropped the final key off at her local post office. Certainly it would only take one day.

After her bath, Karen fixed up her hair and makeup. If she was going on a day long public tease, she was going to look good doing it. She looked outstanding, if she did say so herself. The dildo was working its magic and Karen knew she would be horny enough to fuck a road kill by the end of the day. She set off on her quest at 11:30am. Her plan was to get the keys, stop for lunch somewhere, and walk around the mall window shopping. She didn’t want to get home too early and be tempted to end the challenge without completing the naked dash to the mailbox. Karen knew that she always climaxed better when she completed the full challenge set before her instead of taking shortcuts. Her magic wand was plugged in and ready sitting on her desk as was her favorite vibrator.

The route she chose to the various post offices was taking longer than she had planned. She did stop for a nice sit down lunch, although she did receive more than a few repulsed stares at the cuffs and collar locked to her body. Karen didn’t care. Her pussy was on fire. If she had the keys already, she would be masturbating at the table. She took time for a stroll around the mall, glorifying in the intense pleasure the dildo was bringing her. As the day wore on, she had the sickening thought that she might not reach the last post office before it closed. She was in an unfamiliar town and pulled into the parking lot at 4:58. The clerk was starting to pull down the metal screen covering the counter, but was persuaded by the beautiful woman sprinting through the door to wait another minute. Karen thanked him profusely and walked out of the office, nearly orgasming at the thought of spending the night in the chastity belt.

By 6pm Karen was safe and sound at home. She had about an hour and a half before it would start to get dark and about two and a half hours before she could safely retrieve her final key. She decided to remove the locks and post an update on her progress. It took almost half and hour, but finally she matched all the keys to the correct lock and was free. Sitting at her desk writing about the day’s events, Karen contemplated how to orgasm while wearing the chastity belt. Her nipples had been rock hard for most of the day being constantly stimulated by the rubbing of the wool sweater against them. She took great pleasure rubbing them as she wrote her story, but it wasn’t enough to take her over the edge. To pass the time, and further frustrate herself, Karen put in a bondage movie and laid out all her toys on the chaise. She assumed she would just grab the nearest vibrator as soon as she had the chastity belt off, but she figured she should be ready for whatever mood struck her. At 8:30 the movie finished. It was pretty dark, but not quite dark enough for Karen. She stood in the living room peering through the curtains for signs of life on their block. Her dripping pussy was thinking more than her brain and eventually got the better of her. Determined to see the challenge through to the end and anxious to cum, she opened the garage and snuck out next to the car. Her boots effectively slowed her pace as she tried to duck behind and bush or shrub that offered visual protection. She made it to the mailbox without incident. Reaching inside she grabbed a number of envelopes and turned and moved as quickly as she could back up the driveway. She no longer was worried about being seen. The block looked empty and she walked directly back into the garage. She hit the door button and walked into the house.

Karen was frantic to find the last key. Not only did she need to cum, but she also had to go to the bathroom. In the stack of mail was a number of bills and advertisements, all in the same size envelope she had mail the key. As she thumbed through the envelopes she came to the horrible realization that her letter was not there. How could this be? All of the other keys had been delivered fine!

As Karen sat dejected with the thought of having to wear the chastity belt overnight, the phone rang. Karen thought about letting it go to voicemail, but instead looked at the caller id. It was Terri.

Karen: “Hi Terri. What’s up?”

Terri: “Hi Karen. We got some of your mail by accident today. I saw your lights go on. I’ll run it over.”

Karen: “Ok. See you in a few minutes.”

Karen was relieved. Her freedom was at hand. Then, like a shot, she remembered she was naked except for a chastity belt and leather boots. Karen quickly went back upstairs. She didn’t think she had time to find the keys for the boots so just throwing a robe on was not an option. Instead she quickly pulled her sweater back over her head and put the skirt back on, although this time she didn’t use the lock. She checked herself in the mirror for signs of anything out of the ordinary and carefully walked back down the stairs. Through the living room window she could see Terri walking up the drive. Karen opened the door and greeted her friend.

Karen: “Hi. Thanks for bringing over the mail.”

Terri: “No problem. We are having a party on Saturday. I know Tom and Katie are out of town for the weekend so I thought you might like to join us.”

Karen: “I’ve got a fundraiser tomorrow night, but Saturday is free.”

Karen stood making small talk when all she wanted was to get the key and head upstairs. Terri was not dressed provocatively, but in her arousal state, Karen was starting to get distracted. She kept trying to end the conversation, but Terri seemed in the mood to talk. As they chatted Karen became acutely aware of her nipples poking through the sweater and hoped Terri would not notice. Karen was subtly shifting her weight from one foot to the other allowing the dildo to massage her pussy walls. Karen also hoped the slight breeze coming in the door would mask her arousal scent.

Terri kept looking directly at Karen as if she knew exactly what was going on. A palpable tension began to grow as Karen became more and more nervous. Finally to Karen’s relief, Terri handed over the envelope with the key.

Terri: “What’s in that envelope anyway? It doesn’t feel like a letter.”

Karen: “I’m not sure.”

Terri: “Why don’t you open it? I’m curious.”

Karen: “It’s a key, actually.”

Terri: “Why are you waiting for a key?”

Karen tried to think of a quick lie, but couldn’t. She was trapped.

Karen: “It’s embarrassing.”

Terri: “Do worry. It’s just us here.”

Karen: “Since Tom was gone, I decided to play a little game.”

Terri: “Kind of like the games Jack and I play?”

Karen: “Sort of, but I’m playing solo.”

Terri walked into the house and shut the door.

Terri: “Ok, spill the beans.”

Karen detailed her day to Terri who listened with great interest.

Terri: “So my being here is keeping you from finishing yourself off?”

Karen: “Well, yeah. I guess so.”

Terri: “I’m going to head home so you can have your privacy. But I’ll be back in half an hour. Jack and I play some similar games and I have a special toy you might find enjoyable. I’ll lend it to you.”

Karen didn’t know whether to thank her neighbor or to curse her.

The last envelope in hand, Karen headed back to her sex room, stripped off her clothes and finally unlocked the chastity belt. Her bladder was full and in urgent need of release. Karen briefly debated whether to get herself off before going to the bathroom, but decided that was silly. She walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let go a strong stream of urine. The smell mixed with her arousal scent as she looked at her naked form in the bathroom mirror. Karen could not believe how her life had transformed over the past few months as her fingers found her pussy. She stared at her reflection as her fingers danced over her clit and plunged into her pussy. Still squatted on the toilet with her legs spread wide, Karen exploded into the climax she had been dreaming of all day. Over 8 hours of teasing had ended as stars flashed through her mind and her body shook. Karen slumped on the toilet for 5 minutes after her orgasm, too weak to move.

Karen was roused from her stupor by the doorbell. “Was it already half and hour?” she thought. Grabbing her fluffy terrycloth robe, Karen made her way downstairs to greet Terri.

Terri: “It looks like the key did the trick.”

Karen blushed. She knew she looked like she had just had wild jungle sex and her pussy was still leaking its juices down her leg.

Terri: “Don’t worry about it. It’s perfectly natural. You have needs and Tom isn’t fulfilling them. Here’s a little gift for you. I love these things. Try them and see if you like them. Return them whenever you can.”

Karen watched as Terry pulled a set of handcuffs out of her purse.

Karen: “I already have two pairs of handcuffs.”

Terri: “No like these, I’d bet. The locking mechanism is a timer. You set how long you want them to last and they unlock automatically. Here, I’ll show you.”

Karen observed as Terri demonstrated the locking mechanism and set the timer for 5 minutes. Karen fully expected Terri to make a move to lock her up, but was surprised when Terri snapped the cuffs on her own wrist and then secured her arms behind her own back. She hooked the cuffs with an ease and fluid motion of someone who had done that act many times before.

Karen: “You look like you have done that before.”

Terri: “It’s been a while since Jack and I played this way. I always enjoyed being tied up and at someone else’s mercy.”

Terri smiled as she delivered the last line. Karen didn’t miss her meaning as Terri continued taunting her.

Terri: “Look at the timer. I’m completely defenseless until the clock hits zero. You can even turn off the timer by hitting the red button.”

Terri pulled her shoulders up and twisted her hands as if to encourage Karen to take advantage of the situation.

Karen looked longingly at her neighbor. Terri was beautiful, smart and obviously into wild sex. She was the perfect complement to Karen. It took all of Karen’s willpower not to drop her robe and force Terri to service her. Karen understood Terri’s statement about being at someone else’s mercy. That was her fantasy too and she just didn’t think she could dominate another woman.

After 5 minutes, the locking mechanism clicked and Terri removed the cuffs.

Terri: “You missed a great opportunity.”

Karen: “I’m more of a get tied up kind of gal.”

Terri: “That can be arranged.”

In a flash, the handcuffs were around Karen’s wrists. Her arms were in front of her and her robe had started to fall open. Karen’s pussy began to gush at the thought of submitting to her neighbor.

Terri: “The timer isn’t set. I have the key back at my house. I’ll be back by 9 in the morning. You are going to make breakfast. Good night.”

With that, Terri turned and left. Karen was confused. First Terri practically threw herself at Karen and then, when she had the advantage, she left. Karen was worn out from her day and figured things would make more sense in the morning. She climbed up the stairs and headed to the bedroom. With her hands cuffed in front of her, Karen couldn’t take off the robe so she resigned to sleeping in it. All night she dreamed of being taken and used. By morning she convinced herself that Jack must dominate Terri and that he would be coming over to take possession of her as well. Karen woke up early. She was determined not to masturbate before Terri came over. She went about getting breakfast ready. Cereal, fruit, juice and bread ready in the toaster. It wasn’t a feast, but it was all she had in the house. She looked at the clock. It was 8:45.

Karen paced the floor waiting for Terri to arrive. At 9:15 she started to get worried. At 9:30 she went upstairs to see if she could gleam any information from the Hoffman’s house. Looking through her binoculars, all Karen could see was Billie lounging by the pool in a very tiny bikini and Sam lifting weights. Because she didn’t have a good view of any of the windows, Karen could not find Terri. Karen kept scanning from the back yard to the front hoping to catch Terri walking to her house. As she kept up her surveillance, Karen found herself spending less time looking at the house and more time looking at Sam. Her pussy began moistening as he continued to stress his muscles. Even Billie started looking good to her. Just as Karen was getting lost in a fantasy of submitting to the two kids, Terri appeared and the reason for her delay became obvious. Terri was dressed in a tiny French Maid’s outfit and was carrying a tray of drinks to her kids. Sam was the first to take a glass. As she reached Billie, Terri bent over to lower the tray. Her costume rode up revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. It also revealed that her butt had been recently spanked. Very recently spanked. It was bright red and looked very painful. Karen’s pussy flooded at the sight. Jack was still out of town. Whoever spanked her must still be in the house. Karen decided then and there to take advantage of Terri if the opportunity presented itself. She had held out from formally cheating on Tom for almost 20 years. No more could she suppress her needs.

Karen sprinted to the toy cabinet and rummaged around for a big black dildo she reserved for special occasions. She moved back to the window and bent over. With her hands holding the dildo, she couldn’t use the binoculars any more. She squinted to get a better view. Sam and Billie were still outside, but she couldn’t see Terri. No matter, she could still see Sam, the primary focus of her lust, although the image of Terri in the maid’s costume was fighting for attention. Bending forward was not ideal for the quick deep penetration Karen wanted so she lay back on the chaise and spread her legs wide.

Karen was going to town on her pussy when a figure appeared at the door. Karen looked up to see Terri standing there. Her costume had been replaced with leather pants and a tank top.

Terri: “Sorry I’m late. Is breakfast ready?”

Karen couldn’t speak and her hands did not slow down. Terri noticed the binoculars on the windows sill and picked them up. Looking out the windows, she quickly deduced the only thing would seeing would be her back yard.

Terri: “Have you been looking at my kids?”

Karen nodded her head.

Terri: “They turned you on this much?”

Karen: “I also saw you in the maid’s costume.”

Terri nodded her head then walked over to the chaise. She grabbed Karen’s bound wrist and pulled the dildo out of her pussy. She then proceeded to push it into Karen’s mouth.

Terri: “Clean your juices and listen.”

Karen licked the head of the dildo as Terri held it above her mouth.

Terri: “Obviously you like to be tied up and unless I miss my guess, want someone to dominate you.”

Karen nodded, her throat stuffed with fake cock. Terri pulled Karen’s hands above her head and held them in place with her left hand. With her right hand, Terri untied the sash around Karen’s robe and pulled back the sides revealing her naked body. Terri then began running the fingers of her right hand along Karen’s slit before finally pushing two inside the quivering woman.

Terri: “Yes you do like this.”

Karen noticed Terri’s voice had changed. She now had the same hypnotic monotone Jack had used on the DVD. Karen was looking intently at Terri’s have while Terri’s fingers continued to manipulate her pussy.

Terri: “From now on, you’re going to be my little slave girl.”

A new flood of juices greeted Terri’s fingers at the pronouncement.

Terri: “You’re going to cum soon. You’re going to cum for your mistress and when you do, you will know you are mine. You are a slut and you need me to teach you the errors of your wicked ways.”

Karen was moaning and rocking back and forth. She knew every word Terri spoke was true.

Terri: “You will serve my pussy whenever I command. Your sole purpose will be to pleasure me whenever I want. If you are a good slave, I will reward you. If you are bad, you will be punished. Now cum for me my slut.”

Karen didn’t need any encouragement. Her pussy clamped down on Terri’s fingers and her body went rigid. Terri pulled her fingers free and began slapping Karen’s clit. The sensation was exsquisite and Karen’s body bounced on the bed as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Terri watched in amazement as Karen’s body shook for what seemed like several minutes with primal noises emanating from her mouth. She had never seen a woman cum so hard. In a way, she was jealous.

After Karen calmed down, Terri removed the handcuffs.

Terri: “You should rest for a while. I’ll send you an email in a little while with my expectations of you.”

Karen just nodded, shut her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Terri walked out of the house and left the front door unlocked, just as she had done the night before. Back at her house, Billie quizzed her how things had gone.

Terri: “She’s hooked. Give her a chance to sleep awhile and then you can have your turn.”

Chapter 02

Karen woke a short time later, her thighs sticky with her juices. She remembered Terri appearing at her door and cumming very forcefully when Terri made her promise to be her sex slave. Karen’s first stop was to her computer to check for Terri’s email. There was no message waiting for her, although Billie was sitting in her bedroom monitoring Karen’s webcam. When she saw the older woman sit down, she clicked send on her message. The message was short and to the point.

“Slave,” it began. “You will find a package on your front doorstep. Don’t get dressed. Open the door naked. Retrieve the package and follow the instructions inside.” It was signed “Your mistress.”

Karen read the message twice. Although she had cum very hard, she wasn’t ready to submit completely to her neighbor. She replied as such via the email and waited to see what Terri’s response would be. Billie had to chuckle. She already had a response written. She had expected Karen to play hardball.

“Slave, that is not an option. Open the attached video file. Believe me when I say this is not the only one I have. I also have a list of all the websites you have been visiting and the fantasies you have been posting. You belong to me.”

Karen’s heart sank when she read the message. She was trapped and she knew it. Her mind might have been reeling, but her body was responding much more favorably. It was with no small measure of disgust that Karen realized she was wet again. Karen watched the video clip of herself bouncing on the dildo in front of her laptop several times. Although there was no sound, her lips could clearly be read. She was repeating “Fuck me Sam” over and over. Her perverted needs had finally trapped her. Why couldn’t she have just had an affair like the other members of her social circle?

Karen waited as long as she dared before heading downstairs. As instructed, she was naked. Karen peaked through the curtains to see if anybody was on the street. She didn’t see anyone, but she knew she was being watched. A medium sized box was positioned about 6 feet from the door. Karen made sure the door wasn’t going to lock behind her and made a mad dash for the package. In her mind, the whole neighborhood was watching. Unlike the last time she was naked in front of her house, the bright sun shone on her. Under different circumstances, Karen might have thought it felt good. Today her only concern was getting back inside as quick as possible.

Once she reached the relative safety of her house, Karen sat down on the living room couch and opened the box. On the top of a pile of various items was an instruction sheet. It clearly listed what Karen needed to do in order to be in compliance with her mistress’ orders.

1) Turn the couch around so it faces the window.

2) Move the couch back to the center of the room.

3) Place the coffee table five feet in front of the couch.

4) Remove the items from the box.

5) Place the restraint straps on the couch.

6) Place the blindfold and ball gag on the couch also.

7) Place the remaining items on the table.

8) Place them in the following order – flogger, crop, nipple clamps, butt plug, vibrator, paddle, strap-on, hood, handcuffs, digital camera.

Karen looked at the list closely. It contained all of the items straight out of one of her fantasy postings on the internet. While she wasn’t thrilled with being blackmailed, she could not deny she was excited at the prospects promised by these items. Karen quickly followed the instructions. She contemplated putting the table items out of order to see what her mistress would say. In the end, she decided to follow the instructions and made sure the items were not only in order, but that the bottom of each item was precisely aligned with the other items. After she finished, she noticed additional instructions on the back of the paper.

1) Take the straps and hook the loops under each leg of the couch.

2) You will notice one strap is different than the others. It is for the back left leg.

3) Make sure the door is unlocked.

4) Sit in the middle of the couch with your butt hanging over the front.

5) Hook your left leg into the cuff and tighten the slack.

6) Do the same for your right leg. If your legs are not spread as wide as they can go, you will be punished.

7) Strap the ball gag into your mouth. It had better be tight.

8) Place the blindfold over your eyes. No cheating, I will know.

9) Hook your right and into the cuff and tighten the slack.

10) Your left hand will be a challenge. You will not be able to remove the slack which is why it is shorter to begin. Insert your wrist and don’t remove it.

11) I will be there soon to check on your progress.

Karen did not hesitate to begin binding herself to her couch. Fortunately she was still flexible enough to attach both ankle cuffs with relative ease. She was less enthusiastic about attaching the ball gag. She had never been gagged before and didn’t particularly want to start now. She had seen other women wearing such devices in her downloaded videos and they never looked comfortable. After securing the gag, a little looser than absolutely possible, she picked up the blindfold. Karen knew from past experience her other senses would become more acute when she lost her sense of sight. Through her self bondage activities she had come to enjoy wearing a blindfold and quickly attached it into the proper position.

Once her sight was blocked, finding the third strap was a bit of a challenge. Before hooking her right arm, Karen figured she better find the left strap. Once both straps were positioned in the same way where Karen could easily find them, she secured her right hand and removed the slack. She then fumbled around just a bit before finding the final strap and sliding her wrist through its fur lined cuff. Thus completed, Karen was now quite effectively tied to her own couch, naked, spread eagled, blind and mute. She waited patiently for her mistress to arrived, her mind aglow with dirty thoughts of what was going to happen to her and what she would be forced to do.

Karen waited and waited. Time seemed to stand still. With no frame of reference she could have been sitting there 15 minutes or 15 hours. Finally she heard the door slowly open. What she didn’t hear were the sounds of footsteps, but suddenly she did feel the back of a woman’s hand caress her cheek. The touch was electric. Karen arched her back reflexively, but the hand was pulled away. In its place, a single, delicate finger began tracing a route down her neck, between her breasts and stopping just before the top of Karen’s now dripping pussy.

The tantalizing finger paused as if its owner was contemplating her options before it was removed leaving Karen aching for its return. The 10 seconds of contact had Karen anxious for more, but it was not to be. Left without contact or audible information, Karen could only imagine her mistress checking the table to make sure she followed her instructions to the letter. Without warning, the strap holding Karen’s left arm was pulled tight, her only avenue for escape now cut off.

As Karen adjusted to the new tension in her left arm, she felt her mistress’ finger return to her left hand. Her mistress was now behind the couch, slowly, ever so slowly, drawing her finger up Karen’s left arm. When she reached the back to Karen’s neck, Karen sensed her mistress bending down and then felt an enticing breeze as her mistress blew gently onto her neck. Karen felt her hair stand on end as a shiver traveled the length of her spine. The finger then continued its journey down Karen’s left arm. To this point, her mistress had not said a word. She didn’t need to. Karen’s desire was growing by the moment.

After the teasing finger reached her right hand, it once again disappeared. Again Karen sensed her mistress had taken up a position behind her. Instead of her mistress’ hot breath on her neck, this time she felt the strong grip of both her mistress’ hands. Her mistress began giving her a gentle neck massage, a wholly pleasurable, if out of place feeling. Karen thought back to the days when Tom would rub her neck in the same way and simply began to melt against the gentle touch. Sensing her relaxing state, the hands began to move forward down Karen’s chest until they reached her waiting breasts. Karen’s chest began heaving as the knowing hands began to manipulate her breasts and tweak her nipples. Although she was gagged, the muffled sounds coming from behind the ball were unmistakable ones of pleasure. The arousing caresses continued for several minutes until the hands began to slide further down Karen’s body. As her mistress neared her pussy, Karen felt her mistress’ breasts make contact with the back of her head as she stretched to reach her goal. Karen felt the same pressure as before, just an ever so gentle touch, running the length of her pussy lips. Her entire body was on fire and her juices were flowing freely over the cushion. Karen began rotating her hips as much as her bonds would allow, silently begging the finger to do more. Gloriously the finger dipped inside Karen’s folds, although only briefly. Quickly withdrawn, Karen lost track of the finger and felt her mistress standing up once again. Almost as fast, the finger was back, this time smearing Karen’s scent under her nose. Karen could feel the moist droplets of her arousal and she knew her scent was filling the room.

Karen, lost in the eroticism of her situation, lost track of where her mistress was located. Her wonderment didn’t last long as she felt the sting of the crop contact her left breast. The leather tip made only a glancing blow on her nipple, but it felt as if someone had lit her breast on fire. Karen howled into the gag and prayed there would not be a repeat performance. Instead of a second strike, Karen felt the end of the crop repeating the travels the finger had taken just minutes before. Light love taps of the crop on her inner thighs, pussy lips and nipples kept Karen guessing about when the next hard blow might occur. The crop began to pay special attention to her winking asshole. It wasn’t striking Karen with much force, but its location made Karen worry. Anal play was certainly not in her plan, but she was in no position to argue. The anal plug she had removed from the box seemed huge, although as Karen would learn over time, it really wasn’t.

Karen felt a cool gel squirt onto the skin surrounding her asshole. This had not been in the box so her mistress must have brought it. Karen wondered what other things had been added she didn’t know about. Her mistress’ finger returned, although this time it was much more insistent as it smeared the gel around its target. As the finger began pushing its way into her ass, Karen reflexively clamped down hard. An immediate spank on her butt check was the response. Karen relaxed, but only temporarily. As the finger began pushing again, she tensed again and got another spank. Finally buried to the knuckle, the finger began wiggling around spreading the gel. The finger then pulled out and once again was drawn under Karen’s nose. This time the smell was not as pleasant.

Karen knew what was coming and tried to stay relaxed. She knew the plug was going in her and tried to make the best of it. Four times as her ass stretched around the tapered plug she clenched and four times she suffered a spank. Each one was more forceful than the last, the sting having a direct neurological path to her pussy. Eventually the taper pushed past her sphincter and her ass clamped around the plug. Karen then felt a loving hand caressing her ass, apparently pleased the plug was finally in position.

Karen felt the couch cushion begin to compress on either side of her and sensed her mistress was straddling the couch in front of her. This reaction was confirmed as a wet pussy began to rub against the gag in her mouth. Instantly Karen tried to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, but she was thwarted by the ball strapped to her face. Her mistress seemed happy to rub her pussy against Karen’s gagged mouth and occasionally taking time to rub against Karen’s nose, eyes and forehead. In the end, Karen felt her mistress powerfully grab her head and ride her face while she came. Her mistress’ moans of pleasure were the first sounds Karen had heard since the encounter began and for some reason, Karen registered a thought that the pitch was too high for Terri’s voice. As Billie climbed off Karen’s bound form, she smiled at her brother who now advanced on his neighbor.

Once again Karen felt a touch on her arm, only this time it was a masculine hand moving up her arm and then behind her. She thought Jack wasn’t due back until late afternoon, but he must have changed his plans after Terri told him about the night before. The hand roughly moved over and around Karen’s head, her shock of another person being in the room barely fading before he forcefully grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. After the squeeze the hands firmly grabbed her nipples and pulled them outward. Had she not been gagged, Karen certainly would have screamed, although her reaction was clearly visible to the two teenagers looking at her. A short time later, the breast mauling ceased and Karen sensed movement in the room. Once again she felt the cushions of the couch begin to compress while at the same time she felt the buckle of the gag being removed. As the ball was pulled free, Karen tried to stretch her jaw muscles, but almost immediately she felt a hard cock pressing into her. Karen did her best to begin servicing the dick, but clearly the owner had no interest in her oral talents. He began to power his cock in and out of her mouth much like she had always dreamed of having her pussy taken. Whoever was savaging her obviously had been turned on by her mistress’ actions and had no interest in subtleties. Karen began to gag as the penis forced its way to the back of her throat. With no ability to protect herself, Karen found herself wishing he would simply finish, even if that meant taking his load in this humiliating way. She soon got her wish and the cock unloaded its purchase into the helpless woman’s mouth. She felt the man slowly begin to withdraw his cock as the final spurts shot forth and as it popped free from her lips, felt her mistress’ hands reach from behind her head and hold her mouth shut. Karen was left with no choice but to swallow the foul liquid, a task she had always detested.

Karen then heard a sound she had been longing for, the sound of the vibrator turning on full speed. As the hands holding her mouth released their grip and once again traveled to her breasts, Karen heard the buzzing sound move behind the couch and then become muffled. The hands on her breasts began a very sensual pattern on her tender nipples as her mistress began taking her pleasure on the vibrating toy. Her mistress’ hot breath danced on the side of her Karen’s neck, her moans of pleasure taunting her bound victim. Karen tried to arch her back to increase the pressure on her nipples, but the tension in the straps was too strong. Soon, too soon by Karen’s estimate her mistress came again, grabbing Karen’s breasts hard as she shook against the back of the couch.

After cumming for the second time, her mistress removed her hands and gave Karen’s cheek a playful slap.

“Please mistress, I need to cum!” Karen begged.

She was met with silence as the vibrator was turned off. To her joy, she soon felt the tip of the vibrator pressing against her pussy lips. Karen humped her hips as much as she could to signal her approval.

“Yes do it! Please do it!”

Instead of the vibrator, she felt the sting of the crop on her thigh.

“You have a choice, slut,” Billie began. “Beg for me to use this crop on your precious clit until you cum or wait until my mom services you tomorrow.”

Karen instantly recognized the voice and realized her arrangement with Terri was not as private as she had thought. She contemplated the situation. In her mind, she could say she would wait and then after Billie, and probably Sam, oh my God, the cock belonged to Sam, left, she could service herself.

“I choose to wait until tomorrow,” Karen stated confidently.

“That is your choice,” Billie replied with a menacing tone.

Karen wondered if that had been a wise choice as she felt her restraints being loosened and finally removed. As she started to stand, Karen was pushed back onto the couch. She then felt two strong hands, it must be Sam she thought, grab her ankles and lift her legs before pinning them back against her chest. Karen felt Billie’s hands grab the base of the plug and begin pulling it out. In the midst of the revelations that she was being molested by her neighbor’s kids, Karen had forgotten her ass was full of plastic. Billie made her remember in a hurry as she quickly pulled the plug out without giving Karen’s ass time to adjust.

“Ouch!” screamed Karen.

“Just shut up,” respond Billie. “You chose to wait remember. You need to go to the bathroom. Now that the plug is out, you are going to need to shit.”

Sam dropped Karen’s legs and was walked to the bathroom, each arm held by one of her attackers. Karen was sat down on the toilet like a child being potty trained and in a way she was. She was still blindfolded and now she was being told when to go to the bathroom and where. Although she couldn’t see Billie and Sam, she knew they were there watching her.

“Come on slut, we don’t have all day,” chimed Sam. It was the first words he had said.

Karen willed herself to relax. Finally a small stream of pee splashed into the bowl, followed by a torrent and finally the splash of her feces. Relieved that the pressure in her bowels had been removed, Karen stood up and wiped herself off. The humiliation was intense and she was glad she could not see the kid’s faces. She heard the toilet flush and was led back into the living room. This time she was positioned on her knees leaning over the back of the couch. Billie and Sam took turns turning her ass bright red with the paddle. The harder they hit her, the more turned on Karen became. She was certain she would be able to cum soon just from the paddling when it stopped.

“Don’t think I can’t tell what you are feeling slut. I know you better than you know yourself,” chided Billie.

Once again Karen felt the gel being applied to her now tender ass and once again the plug was unceremoniously inserted into her rectum. Karen then felt a belt being wrapped around her waist. She recognized the device as another chastity belt, only this time her ass was full instead of her pussy. The front of the belt held a cup pressed firmly over her pussy, covering her clit completely and sealing off any hope of stimulation. As Karen felt around the contraption, she noticed a small opening near the bottom of her pussy.

“That is so you can piss when you need to. Of course you can’t shit and you’ll start to stink like a homeless wino, but at least you can relieve yourself. Come to our house after your charity ball tonight and maybe we’ll take mercy on you,” snickered Billie.

Karen heard the lock click on the back of the belt and knew she was stuck. She had to attend the fundraiser, it was the entire reason she had stayed home. She had to represent Tom’s company and make a sizeable donation. What she had not planned was standing on a stage in front of a thousand people with a butt plug up her ass and a chastity belt preventing her of releasing the aching need in her pussy.

Karen heard the front door open and close and finally removed the blindfold. The couch was stained with her juices and the entire room reeked of sex. Karen looked at herself in the hall mirror. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup was smeared over her face. Around her waist was the locked leather chastity belt. Karen tried to force a finger behind the strap cupping her pussy. She was in desperate need of an orgasm, but the belt was too tight and she could not get any satisfaction. Franticly, Karen sought another way to get her sexual relief. Spying the dining room table, she bent herself over and furiously began to hump the corner in hopes of rubbing the belt against her clit. Alas, the lack of slack in the belt also meant it would not slide even under the tremendous pressure she was applying. Slumping into one of the chairs, Karen began to cry in frustration.

For the rest of the afternoon, Karen felt like she was in a daze. She tried to watch a movie, but it held no interest for her. The dull ache in her ass continued to remind her of the position she was in. She decided to clean the house a bit, especially the living room, but every time she looked at the couch, the memories of her debasement flooded back to her and made her need to cum ever stronger. Finally around 4pm she decided to get ready for the fundraiser.

In her bedroom, Karen began to transform herself from wanton slut back to respectable socialite. Her first step was to relieve her bladder. She was very worried about smelling like urine, so instead of sitting normally on the toilet, Karen squatted over the seat backwards facing the tank. For some reason she thought this would allow her urine to flow through the small opening in the belt easier, although it didn’t work. As her flow hit the sides of the belt, her urine splashed all around like a sprinkler head on the end of a garden hose. “At least I’m at home,” she thought allowing her to clean the belt and her legs as much as possible. Karen wanted to shower with the belt on, but figured that was a bad idea, so she concentrated on fixing her hair, reapplying make-up and wearing enough perfume to mask her wild woman scent. The task was not easy. She would have preferred to shower and wash her hair, but in the end, Karen though she looked “normal,” beautiful even.

For the evening’s activities she chose a formal light blue gown. She had put her hair up, more as a concession to not being able to anything better than as a statement of formality. Her make-up was simple and tasteful, her skin radiating a confident beauty. Karen was going to be back in her element tonight, even if she was wearing the plug. At 5:30 Karen set off for the banquet hall. The event was mostly a blur. Small talk on worthless topics. Every cliché about “high society” was on display. As Karen moved through the attendees being the dutiful wife representing her husband, she never lost the intense sexual feeling of having her ass full. She couldn’t remember who she talked to or what she said, but she clearly remembered every movement of the plug caused by every step she took. By the time it was her turn to give a short speech about the company’s donation, her pussy was once again leaking and her face was flush. Fortunately Karen could blame a fear of public speaking for her blushing cheeks and she was glad the smells from the dinner masked her more intimate musk.

She had given this type of speech many times before and gave this one on autopilot. The text would not inspire anyone, but it was likely most people we’re not really paying attention anyway. Quickly after concluding her announcements and presenting a large novelty check to the organizers, Karen said her goodbyes and hustled back to her car. With every step the butt plug hit a new nerve ending sending shivers of anticipation flowing through her. She had to get home quickly.

Karen drove straight to the Hoffman’s house. She didn’t bother going home to change. She need to cum and to cum right then. Terri greeted her at the door and invited her inside. She was wearing a cute camisole and panty set, a little strange for 8:30 in the evening, but given what Karen had been through during the last two days, she didn’t think anything out of the ordinary. Terri led Karen into the media room where she and Jack had been watching the movie 27 Dresses.

Jack: “Hi Karen. How are you?”

Karen noticed that Jack was dressed casually in a polo shirt and slacks. As Terri curled back up to him on the couch, Karen first noticed the contrast in their clothing styles.

Karen: “I’m good. Billie asked me to stop over on my way home.”

Jack: “Oh, she’s not home right now. Is there anything we can help you with?”

At first Karen’s heart sank when she heard Billie wasn’t home. But then she figured this was all part of the Hoffman’s game. Karen looked down at Terri and then back at Jack trying to formulate an answer to his question. Before she could speak, Terri began explaining what was happening.

Terri: “Actually Jack, there is something Karen wants that we can help her with. Actually wants is not a strong enough word. Needs would be better. Karen is desperate to have an orgasm, aren’t you my dear?”

Jack looked up at Karen, a broad smile breaking across his face.

Jack: “Are you saying what I think you are saying? I didn’t think Karen was into that.”

Terri: “Yes that is exactly what I am saying. Karen here is a regular submissive slut. She went to her charity thing with a butt plug filling her ass and now she is here to get fucked. Isn’t that right slave?”

Karen stammered but finally found her voice.

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Terri: “Good. As Jack said, Billie isn’t here and I’m afraid she has the key to your belt. So why don’t you make yourself useful and lick my pussy.”

Terri sat upright and spread her legs. As she and Jack continued watching the movie, Karen knelt down, taking care to not damage her gown and bent over putting her head in Terri’s lap. Terri reached down and pulled her panty over giving Karen access to her pussy. With her other hand, Terri gentle stroked Karen’s head as if she was showing affection to a family pet. Karen’s pussy was on fire at the kinkiness of the situation. She was in a formal gown, eating the pussy of her neighbor while the neighbor’s sat next to her watching a movie, all the while, waiting for the neighbor’s 18 year old daughter to come home and pull a butt plug out of her ass. The situation was not lost on Terri who was quickly succumbing to Karen’s talented tongue. Terri was rocking on the couch, her own orgasm just moments away.

Terri: “She’s good honey. We’re going to have so much fun with her.”

Jack: “I’m glad you’re happy. Now I know why you were so adamant about not sucking my cock earlier. I was going to spank you for your disobedience, but know I see it was all to preserve this wonderful surprise.”

Karen felt wicked hearing her friends talk about her as a sexual object and redoubled her efforts to make Terri climax. She was quickly rewarded with a mouthful of girl cum as Terri clamped her legs around Karen’s head and rocked through a quality orgasm. Karen kept her mouth glued to Terri’s pussy as her mistress played jockey and she played the saddle. After she was finished, Terri told Karen to take care of Jack.

Karen looked over to see Jack’s wonderful cock, the same cock she had fantasized about, sticking straight out of her pants ready to greet her. He obviously had enjoyed the sight of Karen servicing his wife and the promise of the same treatment for himself. Karen pivoted on her knees and began to nibble the tip. Unlike his son, Jack seemed content to sit back and let Karen to all the work. Karen was busy giving Jack a sloppy wet blowjob as Terri stood up and walked out of the room. Once Jack’s shaft was suitably wet with her saliva, Karen started stroking it with her right hand while resuming her knob nibbling with her mouth. Karen employed a twisting motion with her hand which was driving Jack crazy.

Karen noticed Terri had returned, but didn’t see the SLR digital camera in her hand. Jack had begun breathing hard and Karen knew it wouldn’t be long before she was rewarded with the second load of spunk for the day. Karen had enjoyed pleasing Jack much more than when Sam used her mouth this morning. At least tonight, Karen felt she had a part in Jack’s pleasure as opposed to just being a receptacle. Jack was breathing harder and harder when Terri interjected.

Terri: “Switch hands on his cock, slut.”

Karen didn’t understand why that mattered, but did as she was told. With a final grunt, Jack announced the impending arrival of his orgasm. Karen felt his hand grab the back of her head and expected him to force her down on his cock. To her surprise, he pulled her head up and began to squirt shot after shot of man goo at her face. At the same time, a bright flash of light announced the presence of Terri and her camera. Karen looked to the left trying to give Terri a look of displeasure, but to the camera, all it saw was a tramp with a facial. Later when she would see the pictures, Karen would understand why Terri had her switch hands on Jack’s penis. Clearly visible, sparkling in the artificial light of the flash, was Karen’s wedding ring. As she turned her face, Karen unknowingly let a large drop of cum drip straight onto the center of the ring. The too was captured by the all seeing lens of the camera. There was no doubt Karen had sucked off a cock while in her fundraising gown, although the owner of the cock in question was not visible.

Karen was left kneeling on the floor, her face covered in cum. Jack stood up and walked to the bathroom while Terri checked the pictures on the camera’s preview screen.

Karen: “Mistress?”

Terri: “Yes slut?”

Karen: “Do you really not have the key to my belt? I really need to cum.”

Terri: “No, I really don’t. You’ve been a good sport today, though. I’ll call Billie and see when she is coming home.”

Karen stayed kneeling as Terri got up and retrieved her cell phone. After a short exchange, she walked back and gave Karen the phone.

Karen: “Hello.”

Billie: “Why are you bothering me slut?”

Karen: “Please mistress. I’ve been good and I need to cum.”

Billie: “So do you want me to leave my party and rescue you?”

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Billie: “I’ll make you a deal. If you do as I say, I’ll let you cum.”

Karen: “Thank you mistress. I’ll do anything for you.”

Billie: “Say goodbye to my parents and go home. I assume my dad blew a load on your face. He likes to do that. Don’t wash it off. I want it to dry on your face. When you get home, strip out of your clothes. Go back to the living room, make sure the lights are on, the blinds are open and the front door is unlocked. Next I want you to take your handcuffs and bind your hands behind your back. Finally I want you to kneel on the couch with your ass pointing toward the window and your legs spread wide. Lean over the back of the couch and wait for me.”

Karen: “Yes mistress. I will see you at my house.”

Karen went back to her house and did as she was instructed. She waited and waited, never changing her posture. She was trying had to be a good girl, but her legs and back were starting to ache. Just when she thought she couldn’t last another minute, she heard the door open and close.

Billie: “What do we have here? A naked slut waiting for us.”

Karen: “Us mistress? Is Sam with you?”

Billie: “No, not Sam. My friend Stacey is here. She didn’t believe me when I said you would be here waiting. We had a bet.”

Karen: “A bet?”

Billie: “I bet $100 that you would be in the exact position you are when we got home. Stacey is out $100 so I told her you would lick her pussy as a consolation prize.”

Karen: “Of course mistress.”

Stacey: “Damn, she is a slut just like you said.”

Karen felt the lock on her belt being released and the straps being removed.

Stacey: “You weren’t kidding when you said her ass was full. How long has that been in there?”

Billie: “About 9 hours. We better let her go to the bathroom before we start our fun.”

Karen was relieved to be out of the chastity belt, although having a stranger watch Billie pull the butt plug out of her ass tempered her joy. The plug pulled out easier than the last time, although a strong stench of poo filled the room.

Billie: “Damn girl. Get to the bathroom and get rid of that!”

Karen: “Can you remove the handcuff, mistress.”

Billie: “No, I like you in those. I will not have to watch you in the bathroom to make sure you don’t play with that dirty pussy of yours. It will give you more of a challenge to wipe your ass too.”

Karen didn’t argue any further. She stood up and walked to the powder room on the main floor. As she did her business, Karen wondered what plans Billie and Stacey had for her. Karen carefully cleaned her backside and then casually strolled to back to the living room. Billie and Stacey were not there and neither were the toys previously spread on the coffee table. Karen listened for a sign of where they were, but heard nothing. She decided to head upstairs where she found two naked teenagers sitting on the edge of Katie’s bed.

Karen: “Please Billie, not in here.”

Billie: “It’s about time this room saw some action.”

Billie then spread her legs and drew her finger over her pussy lips. Karen understood the meaning and dropped to her knees.

Billie: “See I told you she would do it.”

Stacey watched as Karen began licking Billie’s pussy. She didn’t understand why Billie had control over the beautiful middle aged woman, but she was fascinated by the relational dynamic between them. Stacey had several boyfriends through high school and was not a virgin, but she had never been serviced orally before. Her innocent pussy began to moisten in anticipation of having Karen service her. Stacey had never masturbated in front of someone else, but as Billie’s groans of pleasure began to fill the bedroom, she lost her inhibitions and began fingering her clit. Stacey was becoming more and more turned on by the lurid show before her and soon became concerned that she would cum before the more experienced Billie. Stacey didn’t want Billie to see her cum while watching her. She only wanted to cum when Karen did her thing. Her solution was to sit on her hands and try to wait patiently. Stacey’s pussy was wetter than she ever remembered; certainly wetter than it had been with any of her boyfriend’s feeble attempts to please her sexually.

Billie held out for as long as she could. She loved every second of dominating her high and mighty neighbor and wanted Karen to work for her reward. But eventually, Karen’s tongue proved too talented and Billie began to climax. Stacey wanted nothing more that to rub her own pussy as she watched her friend quiver and shake in satisfaction, but she fought her urges and held off. As Billie calmed down, she looked at Karen and simply pointed toward Stacey. Karen didn’t stand up, but simply moved laterally and began licking her third pussy of the day.

Stacey knew she would cum soon and was trying to think of non-sexual things to delay the inevitable. She watched as Billie stood up and began attaching a strap-on they had brought to her waist. When she was finished, she walked back to Stacey and Karen and pulled Karen’s head from between Stacey’s legs.

Billie: “Get this ready to fuck your sloppy pussy and then you can continue with her.”

Karen took the dildo in her mouth, happy to finally be near the fucking she wanted all day. Stacey looked at her friend in awe. Although the dildo was hardly huge by strap-on standards, it was much bigger than the cocks Stacey had encountered. Satisfied that the phallus was properly lubricated, Billie pushed Karen’s head off the fake dick and back in the direction of Stacey’s waiting pussy. Taking up position behind Karen, Billie slowly drew the head of the strap-on along Karen’s waiting pussy lips.

Karen: “Please mistress. I need it bad.”

Billie responded by just easing the tip into her waiting love channel.

Billie: “Not just yet. My friend hasn’t cum.”

Karen groaned in frustration. Billie retorted by pushing at most an inch into Karen and then slowly pulled back out. Karen got the message and began servicing Stacey with renewed vigor. As Stacey’s moans became more pronounced, Billie allowed Karen a couple of tantalizing extra inches. She never built a rhythm, however, leaving Karen dripping with need and no satisfaction.

Finally Stacey let go, grabbing Karen’s head the same way she had seen Billie do 15 minutes earlier. Billie was happy to see her friend finally be given a proper orgasm and rewarded Karen by plunging the dildo to the hilt in her pussy. Karen tensed at the sudden invasion, arching her back and pulling her head up from between Stacey’s legs. Stacey looked down at Karen and saw an expression of pure pleasure as she was finally filled the way her mind had fantasized. Stacey, in fact, wondered if she too could feel that way and hoped Billie would fuck her too.

Karen was taking no chances that Billie would pull out before she had a chance to cum and rocked her hips as hard has she could forcing herself up and down Billie’s dildo. Seeing how Karen was taking the lead, Billie smiled at Stacey and simply held her hips firm letting the older woman bounce and take her pleasure. Both girls were amazed at Karen’s stamina as she rode the fake cock to orgasm after orgasm, never pausing, only slowing down briefly as her core was shattered by the emotional release pent up for so long. Finally as Karen slowed down and Billie pulled her strap-on out of a gratefully satisfied pussy. Karen slumped to the floor as Billie stood over her, the victorious conqueror, her weapon glistening with the vanquished juices. Still in awe, Stacey found herself joining Karen on the floor and taking Billie’s cock into her mouth. She had never tasted another woman before and wanted to know Karen flavor.

Billie looked down at her friend licking her dick and began seeing new possibilities for their relationship. They had talked about sex often enough and Stacey had confessed her lack of experience, but until today, she really had not expressed much of a lesbian tendency.

Billie: “Do you want my cock too?”

Stacey: “Yes I do. Fuck me like you fucked her.”

Karen was still pretty out of it and lying on the floor as Billie positioned Stacey on the bed and drove the strap-on into her missionary style. Billie knew she was ruining Stacey for any of the worthless high school guys who kept trying to get in her pants. By the time she was done, Billie knew Stacey would be another committed slave to her growing harem. Stacey was taking a pounding like she never had before. The few high school boys she allowed inside of her always squirted within a couple of minutes. Billie kept pounding her until she begged Billie to stop. Once again the dildo was glistening with girl cum and once again Stacey gladly cleaned as payment for her friend’s effort.

After they were done, Stacey and Billie went back to the living room and got dressed. Billie picked up her toy bag she had brought with and pulled out a collar and leash.

Billie: “Go put this on Karen and bring her down.”

Stacey returned a few minutes later with Karen in tow. Billie pointed to the floor and Karen quickly knelt.

Billie: “You’re coming home with me tonight, slut. I don’t want you staying home fingering that skanky pussy all night. Follow us and crawl like the dog you are.”

Karen didn’t hesitate. She was beyond rational thought. She eagerly followed as Billie led her out of her house as if a forty-something woman being led crawling and naked up the street was a normal occurrence. Stacey and Billie were laughing the way high school girls laugh as they led Karen up the sidewalk to Billie house. Once inside, Karen crawled up the stairs to the second floor and into the master bedroom. Karen looked up and saw Terri strapped spread eagled to the bed as Jack pummeled her defenseless pussy. Billie said goodnight as if a daughter walking in on her parent’s depraved scene was a completely natural act. Jack turned her head to say goodnight and looked directly at Karen. He smiled a knowing smile. Tomorrow was going to be a good day at the Hoffman house.

Billie brought Karen into her room and quickly slipped a set of leather cuffs around her wrists securing her arms behind her back. She then attached another set of cuffs to her ankles with a hobble chain between them. Karen struggled to move as Billie positioned her on the floor at the end of the bed and attached a short chain to Karen’s collar. The other end of the chain was attached to the leg of Billie’s bed. This is where Karen would spend the night, dreaming of what would happen the next day and for the rest of her life.

Chapter 03

Karen did not sleep well Friday night. She was tired enough, but she just could not find a comfortable position on the floor, her neck chained to Billie’s bedpost. She tossed and turned while dreaming about how her life had changed and the changes yet to come. At 7am, a hand shook her shoulder and beckoned her to wake. Looking up she saw the smiling face of Valentina, the Hoffmann’s maid. Valentina was Brazilian by birth. She had come to America on an education visa three years ago, but had washed out of university life due to too many parties and not enough studying. Valentina had a body right off the beaches of Rio and knew how to flaunt it. Although she lived to party, she also had to live. She worked for a cleaning service six days a week. Besides the Hoffmann’s, she cleaned for two other families in the neighborhood. Karen knew the young woman usually worked for the Hoffmann’s on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. This week, however, she pushed Friday’s cleaning back a day to better prepare the house for Billie and Sam’s party. As Karen woke, she noticed Valentina unlocking the buckle on her collar.

Valentina: “Come on sleepyhead. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Karen liked the sound of that. She felt dirty after the night before. Karen willingly followed Valentina down the hall and into the bathroom. The hall bathroom was a little tight for two people, not that Karen minded having her body close to the exotic maid. Valentina turned on the water in the steam shower and slipped off her maid’s uniform. Karen drank in her beauty as she was ushered into the shower. Although the bathroom was on the small side, the shower was large enough for two. Valentina efficiently washed and scrubbed away the evidence of Karen’s activities from the day before. She washed her hair and exfoliated her skin using sea salt. Karen felt invigorated. Karen loved being pampered, although this was the first time it was being done by another naked woman. Having been discovered chained to the bedpost of a girl the same age as her daughter, Karen assumed Valentina was hip to the unique dynamics of the Hoffman family. Karen waited patiently for Valentina to put the moves on her, taking for granted that the maid was a willing participant to the erotic games at play. But other than joining her in the shower, Valentina was completely professional.

After she was cleaned, both women stepped out of the shower and Valentina began drawing a bath. She added scented oils which released an intoxicating aroma into the room. Karen thought she could easily be at a fancy spa with the treatment she was undergoing. Of course she was being prepared for something much different.

Karen lay down in the tub allowing the warm water to flow over her body. Valentina turned to a cabinet and returned with a straight razor and shaving cream. With a well practiced hand, Valentina shaved Karen’s legs, butt and finally her pussy. As she ran her hand over the now overheating older woman to check her handiwork, Valentina smiled. Karen was responding well to her program just as Terri had. Karen didn’t know the history of the Hoffman family, but Valentina was in fact the mastermind of their erotic games. She had been a wild child in her native Brazil and when she first came to America had continued her hedonistic ways. By the time she began working at the maid service to make ends meet, she had taken several American lovers, but never for very long. The young American men she dated looked at her more like a trophy and were unable to provide the funds she needed to live the lifestyle she desired.

When she went to work for the Hoffman’s, she saw an opportunity to insert herself into higher society. Her first task was to seduce Jack. As it turned out, this wasn’t as hard as she assumed it would be. She simply wore a skimpy maid’s outfit the first time Terri was out of town and he was home and soon she was on her back on the dining room table braying under the spell of his wonderful cock. She had not expected the level of pleasure Jack could provide and decided she needed something beyond sex to keep control of the relationship. She found her muse in Terri. The next week Jack was out of town and Terri was home. Wearing the same scant outfit, Valentina made sure to make herself look available to Terri. She could tell Terri was interested, but was not as forward as her husband had been. Valentina discovered that Terri not only had more than a passing bisexuality which had not been fully explored but was sexually submissive. In short order, Valentina had made Terri her sex slave. Jack, who knew his wife liked to be told what to do in bed, took to the news with enthusiasm as both he had Valentina took advantage of the situation to learn about bondage and discipline with the eager Terri.

Valentina planned to have Jack and Terri introduce her to their wealthy friends whom she could also seduce for her benefit. Karen was the obvious next conquest, but Valentina needed a way in. Sam and Billie provided that service. Valentina had been sleeping with Sam for some time. His youthful cock never failed to please her. Billie had walked in on them one afternoon and like her mother, was drawn to Valentina’s power. Unlike her mother, however, Billie was clearly dominant and a plan was hatched to ensnare Karen for their own sinful pleasures.

After Karen’s shaving was complete, Valentina dried her with a large fluffy towel. Karen wanted to make love to the exotic maid. Her body was alive after the pampering and her pussy had long ago begun to moisten.

Karen: “That was wonderful. How can I repay you?”

There was no mistaking the meaning of her offer. For her part, Valentina would have loved to push Karen to the floor and grind her pussy all over the wealthy slut’s face. But time was short and they had a lot to do that day before the party. Confidently Valentina reached out and drew a knowing finger over Karen’s now bare slit.

Valentina: “I know you would do anything I tell you right now.”

Karen’s legs began to buckle at the teasing digit’s stroke.

Valentina: “Perhaps later… If you are good.”

Karen: “I can be good and I can be bad.”

Valentina just smiled.

Valentina: “Wait here. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Karen wondered what kind of outfit she would be wearing. To her surprise, the maid returned with a tank top and pair of blue jeans. She also had a small plastic box. Karen noticed she didn’t have any underwear.

Valentina told Karen to bend over the bathroom counter and spread her legs. Karen gleefully complied longing to have the maid’s finger return to her now simmering pussy. Karen watched in the mirror as Valentina advanced on her, plastic box in hand. The Brazilian beauty pressed up against Karen pushing her down onto the counter.

Valentina: “You are going to be a good girl for me aren’t you?”

Karen: “Yes mam.”

Karen felt Valentina’s finger return to her slit, this time more insistent and she was penetrated for the first time in the day. Valentina held up her finger triumphantly showing Karen the glistening wetness oozing from her pussy. Valentina drew her finger across Karen’s upper lip, the smell filling her nostrils. Karen braced for what was next as Valentina opened the box. Although she had never seen a pair before, Karen knew what the Ben Wa balls were before the maid popped the in her mouth to warm them up. Valentina knelt down behind Karen and planted her lips squarely on Karen’s pussy before transferring the balls from her mouth to Karen’s vagina. The intrusion was pleasant for Karen, although she didn’t yet grasp the nature of the inserted toy.

After the balls were inserted, Valentina gave both of Karen’s butt cheeks a resounding slap and applied pressure to Karen’s thighs indicating she should move them together. She then took the pants and helped Karen slide them on. They were tight. Too tight for Karen’s taste as she had to hold her breath to button them. The rough denim irritated Karen’s pussy, the obvious reason for her lack of panties. Valentina then slipped the tank top over Karen’s prominent breasts. For a woman her age, Karen was proud of her breasts. Although she almost always wore a bra, her boobs were firm enough that she could go without in an emergency. What the tank top did not hide, was her painfully erect nipples. Ever since she had been bent over the countertop, Karen’s nipples had been hard. Now in the tank top, everyone would know. Given the balls in her pussy and denim rubbing her clit, Karen tacitly knew she was in for a long tease and that her nipple were going to be on display.

Valentina: “Oops, I forgot your shoes. Wait here.”

Karen stood admiring herself in the mirror. As she shifted her weight from foot to foot, she could feel the balls beginning to come to life. She wondered what it would feel like to walk with these little devils deep inside her. She wouldn’t have to wait for long. Valentina returned with a pair of 3” heeled shoes.

Valentina: “I don’t know how often you wear heels, so we will start you small.”

Karen looked at the shoes as they were slipped on her feet. She was no stranger to wearing heels, although at 3” these shoes looked like the highest pair she owned. She had one pair of boots with a higher heel, but she rarely wore them.

Valentina: “OK, let’s see you move.”

Karen wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, so she just walked around the room. As she began to take full steps, the rubbing of the denim and the balls made her pussy come alive as an audible gasp left her lips. Valentina smiled at her handiwork.

Valentina: “You look ready. Go downstairs to the kitchen and fix breakfast for the family. I need to help Terri get dressed.”

Valentina watched as Karen wobbled out of the room. Valentina was turned on by pampering Karen and dressing her. She knew Karen would have done anything she asked, but she wanted to tease Karen more and make her beg. Terri’s experienced tongue would take care of her this morning, as it did every morning she was at the Hoffman home.

Karen found each step she took more exciting that the last. She wondered how long she could last before she would orgasm. She knew if she, or someone else, so much as touched her pussy she would cum on the spot. In the kitchen, Karen found eggs and English muffins in the refrigerator and set out to make breakfast for the family. Soon the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the room and Karen had whipped the eggs in preparation of pouring them in the skillet. The muffins were in the toaster waiting and the table was set with a plate, knife, fork and a glass of orange juice.

One by one Billie, Sam and Jack came into the kitchen. For all the world things looked like as regular Saturday morning in suburbia only their highly aroused neighbor was making breakfast. Karen was dreaming about being thrown over the table and ravaged as she prepared the eggs and served the muffins, but the topic of conversation wasn’t about her, it was about the party, now some 12 hours hence.

Karen wasn’t sure what to do when all three of her new lovers had their breakfast. Should she join them as an equal or should she stand behind ready to serve them?

Fortunately Terri and Valentina entered the room. Terri and Karen were dressed in matching clothes and from the wiggle in her walk, Karen guessed Terri was similarly enjoying a hidden treat. Valentina had donned a simple sundress which hugged her curves in all the right ways. Karen thought she looked stunning and her mouth watered at being near the beautiful young girl.

Valentina: “Your mom, Karen and I are going shopping for the party. We’ll be home by about 1 so Karen has time to clean the house. See you later.”

Karen watched as Valentina headed for the door and Terri wordlessly turned to follow. Karen knew her place and began to follow Terri, her pussy squishing in her jeans and her clit on fire. In the garage, Valentina slid behind the wheel of Terri’s Land Rover and Terri obediently got in the back seat. Karen joined her as they were led out of the garage and into the world.

Valentina: “No playing with yourselves back there sluts.”

Terri: “No mam. I’ll be good.”

Valentina: “How about you, new fish? Are you going to be good or will I have to punish you?”

Karen: “No mam. I’ll be good.”

Valentina: “We need to find Karen a nice cocktail dress for tonight and then pick up some supplies. If there is enough time, I’ll take you two to lunch.”

Terri: “That sounds wonderful mam.”

Karen and Terri sat quietly in the back street as Valentina led them to an unknown destination. Karen desperately wanted to cum and assumed Terri was in the same condition. They exchanged knowing glances. Terri was glad to have a new playmate as she sometime had trouble keeping up with the demands made by Valentina, Jack and his friends. She was also pleased that Karen would make sure Sam and Billie’s needs were being met.

The first stop was a large shopping mall. The stores would not be open for another 25 minutes, but the mall was open for people who liked to walk for exercise. The mall was popular with elderly people, especially in the winter, who liked the safety of the dry floors and the constant variety of walking in front of the store windows. Valentina led her two charges on a lap of the mall pretending to window shop for Karen’s new clothes but in reality just using the time as a excuse to tease her slave’s eager pussies.

Karen in particular was almost panting by the time they stopped in front of a Victoria’s Secret, the sexy merchandise display calling out to her lustful desires. Terri had been through Valentina’s tease days before and knew how to better pace herself. The first time they had gone “shopping” together, Terri was a mess by the time they got home. Her pussy had leaked through the jeans and she was almost constantly moaning. Watching another woman in the state she had been in so many times before was a new experience and one she was definitely enjoying.

Karen had mixed emotions about being at Victoria’s Secret. In just a few minutes the store would open and she was sure Valentina would take her inside to shop for underwear. While even a thong would help ease her aroused state, any sales clerk would immediately know how turned on another woman had made her. Karen wasn’t sure if the embarrassment was worth the benefit. Fortunately she didn’t have to worry for long. Just as an attractive sales associate was unlocking the rolling gate protecting the store, Valentina indicated it was time for the trio to get moving again.

Karen and Terri squished their way through the mall as Valentina directed them to a small, upscale clothing shop on the top level. Having just opened, the store was empty except for two sales associates, both attractive young women. At least to Karen they were attractive. But then again, right now she was ready to fuck anything that moved. The women began searching the racks of clothes. One of the sales girls came over and asked if there was anything in particular they were looking for. Valentina explained that Karen had a very important dinner party to attend tonight and that she had to look hot. They were looking for a black cocktail dress. More specifically they were looking for a black cock-tease dress.

The girl looked Karen up and down. Karen blushed at her obviously visible nipples and although she hadn’t looked, she was sure her pussy juice had saturated the front of her jeans. The sales girl said she had just what they were looking for and led the woman to the back of the store. Picking a short black dress off a rack, she handed it to Karen and pointed toward the dressing rooms.

Valentina: “Try it on, but no playing with yourself.”

Karen blushed again, although the sales girl didn’t show any reaction. The sales girl escorted Karen to the dressing room where she introduced herself as Britney.

Britney: “Interesting friends you have.”

Karen: “You have no idea.”

Britney: “I bet I have a better idea than you think. Let’s get you out of those clothes and into this dress before you get in trouble.”

Karen blushed again. Somehow she knew Britney had seen her kind in the store before. Karen stood passively as Britney pulled the tank top over Karen’s head. If she was shocked at what she saw, Britney didn’t show it. Karen’s nipples stood proud and begged for attention. Britney knelt down and fought with the button on Karen’s jeans.

Britney: “Damn girl, I’ve never seen jeans this tight before.”

Karen: “Yes, Valentina thought they would be fun.”

Under her continued efforts, the button finally popped free of the catch and Karen exhaled seemingly for the first time in over an hour. As Britney pulled down the tops of Karen’s jeans, the built up aroma of Karen’s arousal was released. Trapped by the walls of the small changing room and amplified by the poor ventilation, the odor was overpowering to say the least. As Britney grabbed the hips of the jeans and pulled down, she came face to face with a very saturated and available pussy.

Britney: “As I said, such interesting friends you have.”

It took all of Karen’s strength not to grab the young girl’s head and mash it against her mound. She knew she would be punished and although she sensed Britney would be willing, she didn’t want to make a scene. Britney continued working the jeans lower, taking her time enjoying Karen situation. Britney was accustomed to helping beautiful women try on clothes, but had never had one who was this excited. In fact Britney secretly fantasized about making love to a stranger in the store. Of course she had kept that to herself since she was scared to losing her job.

As overpowering as the situation was to Karen, Britney too was feeling the effects. As the jeans finally passed Karen’s hips and began to slide easily, Britney gave into temptation and blew her breath squarely at Karen’s clit and pussy lips. The breeze tickled Karen and she lost control. Firmly grabbing Britney’s head with both hands, she forcefully pulled the sales girl’s head to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy against her mouth. As if on cue, the door to the changing room opened and Valentina and Terri stood by looking in along with the store manager, Jacquelyn. Britney pulled free as Karen released her head. Her face was a mixture of girl cum and shame. She was positively glowing as Jacquelyn took $20 from her purse and handed it to Terri.

Valentina: “I don’t recall you having permission to do that.”

Karen hung her head down and agreed.

Valentina: “You earned a spanking when we get home. Now try on that dress so we can get on with our day.”

Jacquelyn: “Britney, you have some explaining to do also. Go wait in my office.”

Karen pulled the dress of the hanger as Britney squeezed past her toward the door. As she entered the hallway, Jacquelyn grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear.

Jacquelyn: “If you want to keep your job, I will find you on top of my desk… naked.”

Britney looked shocked, but nodded in agreement.

Jacquelyn: “And having a couple of fingers buried in that sweet pussy wouldn’t hurt.”

As Britney continued past the women, Jacquelyn gave her a less than playful swat on the tush. Karen tried to concentrate on her own task and quickly slipped into the dress. Turning to look at herself in the mirror, she felt Jacquelyn’s hands zipping her up. She then felt Jacquelyn pulling and tugging on the dress trying to get the fit just right.

Jacquelyn: “Sorry girls, I don’t think this one is going to work. It doesn’t fall right against her tits and doesn’t highlight her ass enough.”

Jacquelyn ran her hands over Karen’s body as if she was showing what she meant.

Valentina: “What do you recommend?”

Jacquelyn: “First off, she needs some good lingerie. I can’t have her going commando and marking her territory in my clothes. I’ll call Simone at Victoria’s and send Karen there while we look for a more suitable dress.”

Karen didn’t like being treated as an object, but felt she had no choice. She began reaching for her jeans, but Jacquelyn slapped her hand.

Simone will never get those off you. Wait here, I’ll get you something more appropriate. Terri and Valentina were smiling as they watched Karen’s discomfort. Jacquelyn returned with a short, sheer sundress. She effortlessly slipped it over Karen’s head and down her body. The dress barely covered her ass and would clearly become translucent in the correct light. Karen was looking at herself in the mirror. She felt worse than naked as Jacquelyn produced a cell phone and placed a call.

Jacquelyn: “Hey Simone. I’ve got a special I need you to help right away… Great. I’ll send her right down. Her name is Karen and she’s here for a cocktail dress, but she doesn’t have the underwear to go with it.”

Karen looked at Jacquelyn with a pleading expression, but said nothing.

Jacquelyn: “Off you go. Ask for Simone then head back here. We’re going to discipline that little tramp Britney.”

The four women left the changing room area. Karen watched as Terri and Valentina opened the office door. Loud moans could be heard as Karen was sure Britney was masturbating. Jacquelyn followed Karen to the door and locked it after she left. Victoria’s Secret was on the other side of the mall and Karen felt every eye in the increasingly busy mall looking at her. Her pussy was still being tortured by the Ben Wa balls and she hoped she wouldn’t drop them. A small group of young boys began following her making no attempt to hide their intentions. Karen began to feel proud that these youngsters considered her sexy enough to follow and in a fit of naughtiness raise the back of her dress and mooned them as she entered the store. Simone had been expecting her watched as the boy’s jaws dropped in unison.

Simone: “You must be Karen.”

Karen: “I am. That would make you Simone.”

Simone: “Correct. So other than flashing high school boys, what brings you to the mall today?”

Karen: “I’m looking for a dress for a party tonight.”

Simone: “Will it be a formal affair?”

Karen: “I’m not sure, but the dresses I was looking at were definitely more formal.

Simone: “Formal is easier. Garter belt, stockings, thong and a nice push-up bra for starters.”

Simone led Karen to the back of the store.

Simone: “I’d guess you’re about 5’ 6” maybe 124 pounds.”

Karen: “Pretty close. You obviously size people for a living.”

Simone walked behind Karen and reached around squeezing each breast as if weighing them. At first Karen was shocked, but her initial reaction was quickly replaced by her arousal and she leaned back into Simone and mewed.

Simone: “36-C?”

Karen: “Usually. It depends on the cut.”

Simone: “Head into the dressing room and strip of that dress. I’ll get a few things and join you.”

Karen hoped by joining, Simone really meant fucking and quickly got naked. Karen sat down in the small cubicle and leaned back against the wall, spreading her legs and then her pussy lips in anticipation. Simone walked in with an armful of goodies and didn’t even acknowledge Karen’s brazen nakedness. Handing the black stockings to Karen, she told her to put them on. She then ordered Karen to stand up and helped slip a black thong onto the older woman, for the first time today covering her pussy. Next up was a black garter belt and finally the bra. The bra was obviously too small and Karen could not snap it around her back. With a mock disgust, Simone told her to turn around and let her do it.

The reason Karen struggled was obvious. Instead of a 36-C, the bra was a 34-B demi push up. Karen stood still as Simone pulled with all her might on the garment. Karen’s breasts were smashed down as Simone finally hooked the first clip. Two more clips later and Karen was secure. Simone then spun Karen around and pulled the cups out while pushing her breasts from underneath. The tops of Karen’s breasts popped free of the confines of the bra. The demi cut was designed to show cleavage and it garment was certainly doing that. The bottom curve of Karen’s breasts was snuggly secured in the cups, but the top 2/3rds were forced up and out. Karen’s nipples, still rock hard from the now two hours of teasing, grazed along the top edge of the fabric.

Simone: “Let’s have a look at you shall we?”

Karen and Simone looked in the mirror at the object of pure sex appeal reflecting back at them. Simone gave Karen an indecent rub on her nipples and said “this ensemble should be a hit at any party.”

Karen weakly smiled and handed over a credit card. Simone handed her back the sundress and the two walked to the counter. Karen blindly signed the credit slip not wanting to know how much she was spending today. Simone bid her goodbye and Karen scampered back to the clothing store. Jacquelyn was waiting at the counter. Valentina, Terri and Britney were nowhere to be scene.

Jacquelyn: “Your friends are still busy educating Britney on the proper way to treat a customer. Did you get what you needed from Simone?”

Karen: “Yes mam.”

Jacquelyn: “Good. I found a different dress for you. It is similar to the first, but the cut will be a little more pleasing with your build.”

Once again Karen went to the dressing rooms. This time, Jacquelyn ushered her into a much bigger room complete with wrap around mirrors, a small platform and two chairs. Karen needed neither instructions nor encouragement to quickly shed the sundress and step onto the platform.

Jacquelyn: “You are a quick study.”

Jacquelyn handed Karen the dress. Karen quickly slipped it over her head and did a quick twirl for the mirror’s benefit. Jacquelyn stood on the platform and zipped up the dress. Once secured, Jacquelyn adjusted the fit as an excuse to feel Karen up. Karen didn’t even pretend anymore. She moaned loudly and proudly as Jacquelyn squeezed her ass and mauled her breasts.

This dress was open on the top and allowing a complete viewing of Karen’s now ample cleavage. The back was cut to hug her ass perfectly as she slipped back into her heels to tighten her calves.

Jacquelyn: “That is much more appropriate for a not-quite-100% formal party. Let’s show your friends and see if this is what they had in mind for you.”

Jacquelyn held Karen’s hand as she gingerly stepped of the platform. She then led Karen out of the change room area and back to her office. As the two women entered the office, they were greeted with a carnal vision of the young Britney kneeling between Valentina’s legs, her tongue busily lapping at the Brazilian pussy spread before her. Terri was kneeling behind the young girl gently massaging the small of her back and her buttocks while offering words of encouragement.

As the door opened, Britney raised her head to see who was watching her, Valentina pushed her back down and chastised her to “get back to work.” Valentina scanned Karen’s new outfit and nodded approvingly. Terri stood up and gave Karen a big hug whispering that she looked amazing. Karen smiled at the compliment then turned her attention back to the carnal show in front of her. As Valentina’s excitement grew to a climactic finish, Terri busied herself rubbing her hands all over Karen’s body, especially sliding her hands up Karen’s inner thighs to make sure she was still excited. In the end, it was the most thrilling day of shopping Karen had ever had.

Karen wore the dress out of the store, her original clothes tucked neatly into a shopping bag. She felt out of place with her two casually dressed companions, but loved the attention she was receiving as they walked through the mall. Terri suggested they stop for lunch and so the trio strolled into a Ruby Tuesday for the soup and salad bar special. Terri and Valentina took pleasure in watching Karen make several trips to the salad bar as did all the men who could sneak a peak without being caught by their wives. The girl’s waiter was especially appreciative of the view he had down Karen’s dress while standing next to the table. Karen had deliciously naughty thoughts about servicing him in the rest room and hoped Valentina would order her to do so, but to her dismay, the lunch conversation did not focus on sex, but rather what food to serve at the party that night.

After lunch, the trio made a quick stop at Sam’s Club to pick up some pre-made snack trays, a couple of cases of beer and at Terri’s insistence, Karen picked out a large box of her favorite brand of condoms. Karen quickly grabbed the nearest box, ribbed and lubed for her pleasure, and rejoined the others. She felt less like a cougar in her new dress and more like a slut as Terri teased her that she should have bought more than the 36 pack. Karen hoped she was kidding.

Arriving back at the house, Valentina instructed Karen to go upstairs and remove all her clothes. She told Karen to neatly lay them out on Billie’s bed so they could be worn again that night. She said she would be up shortly with her maid’s uniform so she could clean the house. Karen was still desperate to cum. After removing her clothes she looked down at her leaking pussy and found it red and swollen with need. She knew she didn’t have permission to orgasm, but the need was too great. Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at herself in the mirror, Karen plunged three fingers into her aching sex.

As aroused as she was from the shopping trip, Karen didn’t need much additional stimulation to bring her over the edge. As soon as her fingertips touched the first metal ball now seated deeply in her pussy, Karen began to convulse. Rocking back and forth with one hand squeezing her nipples and one hand frigging her pussy was how Valentina found Karen as she entered the room. Valentina was holding a vinyl French maid’s costume in one hand and a paddle in the other. Karen looked up at her just as her orgasm overtook her. Falling to the floor in a heap, Karen shuddered through a noisy and violent orgasm. Valentina enjoyed every minute of the lurid show and Karen shook and quaked for a full minute, her thighs plastered with her own love juices.

Valentina: “I figured this is how I would find you. That is why I brought the paddle.”

Karen heard the words but wasn’t yet focusing on the young woman. Valentina sat down on the edge of the bed and told Karen to bend over her lap. Karen struggled to her feet, but did not resist as she draped herself across the youthful dominatrix. At first Valentina simply massaged Karen’s ass, stopping every few trips across her buttocks to draw a finger across Karen’s slit. The renewed moans of pleasure assured Valentina she was still in charge.

Valentina: “I’m disappointed you came without permission. I’m going to paddle you so next time you will remember who owns that sloppy pussy of yours.”

Karen: “Yes mistress. I’m sorry. I deserve to be punished.”

Valentina: “That’s right. I am your mistress. Your job is to serve everyone in this household without question. You will fuck who we say and cum when you are told.”

To emphasis her point, Valentina plunged two fingers into Karen’s pussy.

Valentina: “Am I clear?”

Karen took in a sharp breath. “Yes, mistress.”

Valentina: “Good. I’m going to punish you now for cumming without permission, although I don’t really need a reason. I can punish you anytime I want. In time you will learn to love my firm hand on your backside and will in fact beg for it.”

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Karen heard the whoosh of the paddle just before it made contact squarely on her right butt cheek. Karen yelped at the contact, although it was more from surprise than pain.

Valentina: “I’m keeping it light so you can still enjoy tonight. I just want to be sure you are not tempted to sit down instead of working this afternoon. Now be quiet and take your punishment like a good girl.”

Karen did her best to lay passively and quietly on her mistress’ lap, but it wasn’t easy. As the paddle tenderized her ass, Karen’s pain tolerance began to drop. She wondered if this was an easy spanking, how would she ever survive a harsh one. After 10 swats Valentina once again pushed her fingers into Karen’s pussy. Of course they met little resistance and Karen once again began to moan. Valentina reveled in the complete control she had achieved in a very short period of time. She withdrew her fingers over Karen’s objections and resumed the paddling. Each 10 strokes Karen would feel the fingers return and beg for permission to cum again. But the consensus was Karen should be primed for tonight instead of wasting her climax in the afternoon, so Valentina did not give in. After 40 strokes, Valentina put down the paddle and used her bare hands to spank both of Karen’s ass cheeks simulateously while announcing number 41.

Valentina: “I missed your birthday party last year so now you have had your birthday spankings.”

Karen: “Please mistress. I need to cum.”

Valentina: “Maybe after you clean the house… if you do a good job. Get into your new uniform and come downstairs.”

Karen stood up and Valentina left the room. Karen then examined the uniform she had left behind. Karen had never worn material like this before. There was an extremely tight fitting corset and panties which were almost as tight as her chastity belt. Karen correctly assumed she would not be getting off during the afternoon. Over the undergarments was a frilly maid’s dress open to show her bulging breasts, thigh high fishnet stockings (black of course) and a pair of even higher heels than she wore to the mall. Karen quickly dressed not wanting to keep her audience waiting.

Karen struggled with the heels on the stairs and then couldn’t find anyone in the house. Finally she checked the backyard around the pool where the entire family plus Valentina was relaxing. Summoning up her courage, Karen walked outside.

Jack: “You look stunning my dear. Valentina told us you volunteered to clean the house for Sam’s party. That is very nice of you.”

Terri: “Karen has been very helpful all day. She will be a great asset to our family.”

Sam: “I know this party will be the hit of the summer.”

Billie: “Before you start on the house, could you get me a glass of lemonade?”

Valentina: “That is a wonderful idea Billie. Please get everyone a drink, maid Karen.”

Karen: “Yes mam. Would everyone like lemonade?”

Terri: “Iced tea for me. You will find a pitcher of both drinks in the fridge and glasses above the stove.”

Karen turned and teetered back into the house. On the counter was a serving tray and she quickly found the glasses and the drink pitchers. A quick pour of the refreshing liquids and Karen was on her way back to the pool deck. She surmised she would be making this trip numerous times today and probably more tonight. Returning to her new owners, Karen delivered the drinks. Holding the tray below her waist, Karen waited for Jack to grab the first glass.

Jack: “When you deliver an item, it is improper for you to hold the tray as you are. Hold the tray out straight and bend at the waist.”

Karen did as she was told and faked surprise when her breasts almost tumbled from the top. Karen made each of the deliveries in the same way until at her last drop off, Terri reached into her top and tucked her flopping breasts back into their holster.

Terri: “The proper exit is to curtsey and say thank you.”

Karen wasn’t sure what she was being thankful for, but she did as she was told and then turned back toward the house.

Valentina: “The cleaning supplies are in the garage. A quick dusting and vacuuming is about all you will have time for so get going.”

Karen burned with shame as she took cleaning orders from the family’s maid as she walked back into the house. At least she was starting to feel more stable on the heels.

Karen found a feather duster and some furniture polish. As she moved around the house, she began getting into the roll of maid. She began to relish what her body must look like to an outsider as she stretched and squatted to reach all the corners and bent over the tables to make them spotless. After the dusting she made quick work of the vacuuming in hopes of being rewarded with an orgasm. Karen finished with the house at 4pm, fully three hours before the first guests were expected. As a reward, Karen was ordered to box up her dress for the night and go home and repeat the cleaning.

Terri: “We want to be sure your house is neat and tidy when Tom and Katie get home tomorrow.”

Karen had completely forgotten about her husband and daughter. Her world had been a whirlwind for the past three days; her life a fantasy where she had no responsibilities and received only pleasure. The truth was in less than 24 hours, she would have to play the roll of perfect wife and mother again.

Karen grabbed her new clothes and walked toward the front door. She knew that changing out of her costume was out of the question and didn’t bother to ask. Peering up and down the street looking for anyone who might see her, Karen ventured outside moving as fast as the heels would allow. Her house was not dirty, but Karen worked diligently nonetheless making sure it was spotless. She finished in two hours, a record time for her, leaving just enough time to dress and get back to the Hoffman’s.

In her bedroom, Karen peeled of the maid’s costume. She had to admit to herself she liked being dressed that way and hoped she could wear the outfit again soon. Karen jumped in the shower for a quick rinse away of the day’s activities. After toweling off she did a quick make-up job and put her hair up. She would have liked to style it a little more, but there wasn’t time. After that she slipped back into the lingerie and put her new dress back on. Looking at herself in the mirror, Karen was pleased. Her usual hour long prep time had been reduced to 15 minutes, yet she still looked sexy. Looking at her watch, Karen realized it was time to go. She left the house at 6:56 and quickly strode to the Hoffman’s home.

Terri greeted Karen at the door, embraced her and gave her a deep kiss.

Terri: “We are going to have so much fun tonight.”

Karen: “I was nervous earlier, but now I’m pretty excited.”

Terri: “Come on in. I’ll explain what’s going to happen.”

Karen and Terri headed into the kitchen.

Terri: “Sam is having some friends over. I think around 8 boys from his wrestling team. Your job is to serve drinks, snacks and look sexy as hell. The last part will not be a problem. That dress is killer on you.”

Karen smiled at the compliment. The thought of strutting her stuff in front of a bunch of high school boys excited her.

Terri: “Billie will be here later and I think Stacey may be stopping by too. Jack and I will be downstairs watching a movie if you need anything.”

Karen’s excitement continued to build. No doubt her job was to tease the boys. Billie and Stacey would undoubtedly be the beneficiaries of the boy’s affections after Karen turned them on. Karen watched as Terri retrieved a small box from the kitchen counter.

Terri: “One more thing. I want to be sure you are in the proper frame of mind to take care of Jack and I later.”

Terri opened the box and pulled out an elastic belt with a small piece of plastic on it.

Terri: “Hike up your dress and pull down the thong.”

Karen did as she was told and Terri secured the belt around Karen’s waist. Karen noticed the plastic piece was in the shape of a heart and was about twice the size of a watch battery.

Terri: “This is called a Heart-On. It’s an inconspicuous joy buzzer. You place it over your clit. It power cycles on and off at random intervals. It’s not very powerful, but it is almost completely silent. With the noise of the party, nobody will know you are wearing it. It should keep you on the edge but it will not make you cum.”

Karen understood the purpose of the torture device. By the time Jack and Terri summoned her to service them, she would be horny as hell and would agree to whatever perverted plans they had. Karen felt her pussy gush at the thought of being teased for the next couple of hours while outwardly trying to maintain a regular appearance.

Terri: “One more thing. You need a little higher heel for tonight.”

Karen thought the heels she had on now were fine, but of course, she wasn’t about to argue. The Heart-On had begun buzzing her clit and she was feeling very compliant. Karen followed Terri up to the bedroom where Terri pulled a shoebox out the closet.

Terri: “These should fit you well.”

Terri handed Karen a pair of black pumps with a 5” stiletto heel. The heel had a metal tip to draw attention to the wearer. Karen knew she would not be moving very fast in these shoes. As she was slipping her feet into the shinny shoes, the clit buzzer turned on again. Karen almost lost her balance at the shock and had to lean on the dresser for support.

Terri: “I see you like my little friend. Sam’s friends should be here soon. Get downstairs so you’re ready.”

Terri stayed behind in the bedroom as Karen gingerly walked down the stairs. Never before had she walked in such a pair of shoes and she wanted to practice a bit before the boys arrived. As she clacked across the kitchen floor, the buzzer turned on again freezing Karen in her tracks. “Damn this thing,” Karen muttered to herself. Karen forced herself to keep walking, coercing a smile on her face and trying to look nonchalant. As she was practicing, Sam walked into the kitchen and gave Karen a playful swat on her ass.

Sam: “Hi Karen. You look smoking hot tonight.”

Karen: “Thanks Sam.”

Karen said the words, but what she was really thinking was that he had no idea about women in the real world. She was smoking hot and Sam had no appreciation for how special she was. Just then the doorbell rang and Sam turned to greet the first of his guests.

Sam returned with two boys. As the entered the room, both boys stopped dead in their tracks and did a double take as they first saw Karen. Sam introduced Karen as their “serving wench” for the night. The boys snickered and Karen began to despise Sam more. Outwardly she greeted the boys as if nothing was out of the ordinary, although on the inside she was seething and praying the buzzer would not turn on right then.

Sam seemed to be enjoying the roll of host as the doorbell rang again, so Karen volunteered to answer the door. Over the next 20 minutes, 9 boys arrived. Some had just graduated and some were obviously still in high school. The boys were hanging out mainly by the pool and Karen stayed busy carrying drinks back and forth between the pool and the kitchen. She could feel all the boys’ eyes burning holes through her as they continually undressed her in their minds. An atmosphere of sex charged the air turning Karen on almost as much as the random buzzing on her clit. Karen had learned not to show a reaction to the buzzer, but there was no way she could stop the juices leaking from her pussy into her thong. She knew the garment was saturated and hoped her fluid would not start flowing down her legs.

During one trip to the kitchen, Karen met Jack. He was upstairs grabbing a bottle of wine and was very enthusiastic about seeing Karen in her new dress for the first time. Without saying a word, Jack directed Karen over to the kitchen countertop and bent her over. While holding her down with his left hand, he pushed her legs apart with his and ran his right hand up under her skirt. Karen groaned as he contacted her soaking thong and began purring like a kitten as his finger penetrated her drenched pussy.

Jack: “Your pussy marinate is going along well, but it isn’t quite done yet. Come downstairs in half an hour so we can check it again.”

Jack gave Karen’s pussy a few more good strokes then pulled his finger out and released his pressure holding her down. Karen stood on wobbly legs and straightened her dress just as the youngest and nerdiest of the boys entered through the back door.

Jack: “I’m sure Terri will enjoy your special snack.”

If the boy understood the reference, he didn’t show it, but Karen certainly did. Almost to her surprise, she didn’t blush this time nor did she react outwardly as the buzzer turned on. Acting as the perfect hostess, Karen continued to serve the boys and even put an extra wiggle in her step in anticipation of being taken care of by Jack and Terri. Just before the half hour was up, Billie and Stacey entered the backyard. They were both wearing terrycloth robes and as the boys looked on, they dropped the coverings relieving very small bikinis. With a wink at Karen and a smile to the boys, the two girls jumped into the pool. Karen watched as the two girls swam to the center of the pool, embraced and then gave each other a passionate kiss. Karen quickly turned and headed into the house to find Terri and Jack. Having been on the receiving end of the same passion was the final straw for Karen. She needed satisfaction and she needed it now. With the boys obviously distracted for a while, Karen headed downstairs to the home theatre room.

Walking inside she found Terri and Jack cuddling on the loveseat. Karen was her usual direct self.

Karen: “I need sex and I need it now! Fuck me!”

Jack and Terri looked up at her and chuckled to themselves.

Terri: “Jack said you were marinating in your own juices. I guess he was right.”

Karen observed Terri detangle herself from Jack and stand up. She then slid off pants and panties, sat back down and spread her legs. Without waiting to hear a command, Karen knelt down and began licking Terri’s snatch. With the two women occupied, Jack stood up and retrieved a video camera sitting on a tripod next to the theatre’s projection screen. He framed the viewfinder on the center of the couch and made sure the video output cables were connected to a VCR. The VCR’s coax output was routed to the TV upstairs in the living room. After being sure the output was set correctly, he walked back over to the couch where Terri was moaning loudly and struggling to maintain control.

With a director’s eye for detail, Jack flipped the back of Karen’s dress and gave a documentary style description of her arousal. He knew that upstairs as soon as Karen had entered the house, Sam had ushered his friends quietly into the living room to watch the show. Pulling aside Karen’s thong, Jack dipped his finger into Karen slippery pussy for lubrication. Then, with a smile to the camera, pulled it out and pushed it back into her ass. Karen briefly stopped eating Terri, arching her back and raising her head in response to his intrusion, but then settled back to her duties.

Karen redoubled her efforts to make Terri cum so she too might get satisfaction. Terri was now grabbing Karen’s head forcing her further down into her pussy. From experience, Karen knew this meant Terri was about to climax. And climax she did. Even without the audio feed from the camera, anyone on the main level of the house would have known a woman was orgasming. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over Terri as Karen’s tongue brought her to a thundering crescendo. Jack imagined the boys upstairs, all handpicked for tonight’s party, enjoying the site of his wife cumming harder than any actress they had ever seen in a porno.

By the time Terri had calmed down, Karen’s face had been smeared with pussy juice. A slap to her ass by Jack indicated she should stand up. Terri stood up also and then picked up her panties and used them to wipe her pussy before sliding them over Karen’s head with the crotch side over Karen’s nose. Jack then twisted Karen around to face the camera before pulling the panties off. Jack sat down on the loveseat and opened the buckle on his pants. Although he knew Karen would not need any instruction, he played to the camera and pointed to his crotch.

Karen dropped back to her knees and fished out his rapidly hardening cock. Karen was hoping Jack would throw her over the edge of the loveseat and fuck her senseless. He had other plans. Jack relaxed and let Karen’s mouth and hand action work its magic. Terri had walked upstairs and began doing play-by-play analysis of Karen’s technique. The common thread of Sam’s guests was they were all virgins. Some had girlfriends who would go down on them, but none had enjoyed the pleasure of a woman’s pussy yet. Sam thought it was unfair for his friends who had graduated to go to college completely inexperienced so tonight he was going to help them. The boys were all paying close attention hoping Karen was about to get a facial.

As he was reaching the point of no return, Jack pushed Karen’s head away and stood up. Karen remained on her knees looking up with longing at the cock now positioned just above her. She hoped this was the moment she was waiting for as Jack would now pound her to satisfaction, but instead he turned her to face the camera. For the next several minutes, Jack made Karen confess her arousal to the camera. How she was a slut and how she needed as many cocks as she could get to satisfy her lustful desires. Karen found it liberating to confess to an unknown viewer how her desires left her unable to control herself and how she needed to be fucked right now. As a throaty passion began to emanate from Karen’s voice, Jack began stroking his soon to pop dick as Karen began to massage her breasts through the dress. Karen had moved past Jack’s order to beg for sex and was now begging for individual acts. She wanted to be fucked up the ass. She wanted to be double penetrated. She wanted to do lap dances and get a cum shower. She wanted Billie to fuck her again with a strap-on while sucking Sam’s cock. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be tied up and raped. Every vile and disgusting thing Karen could think of, she begged for. Finally the pressure in his balls was too great and Jack grabbed Karen’s head, turning it toward his cock. He let forth a tremendous volley of sperm hitting Karen square in the face. He then turned his attention to her cleavage and showered her chest with a torrent of jizz. Karen continued to beg for satisfaction as Jack’s gift impacted her body leaving her panting for more. Her dress had become disheveled and cum was running down her face when Jack told her to go up to the living room where Terri was waiting.

Breathlessly Karen scurried up the stairs and into the living room. Seated around the television, now showing a picture of an empty basement couch, were Sam and his friends. They were all grinning like cats who just found an open birdcage. Karen paused and looked around. At least half the boys already had hard-ons from watching her performance. As Sam stood up and began walking toward Karen, Terri reappeared from the kitchen carrying the box of condoms Karen had bought earlier.

Sam: “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my neighbor Karen. As you saw on the television, Karen is a horny slut who tonight will be helping liberate you from your virginity.”

Karen looked at the group of boys with renewed interest. She had assumed there would be some kind of circle jerk, but instead she now realized she was going to get gangbanged. This had always been a secret fantasy of hers. The fact they were virgins made it all the nastier. Terri began handing out condoms while Sam began breaking some straws into various lengths. Karen also noticed that Billie and Stacey had come in from outside. Billie still had her swimsuit on. Stacey only had on her bottoms. Apparently she had some roll to play in tonight also.

Terri: “Here is the plan. First Karen is going to dance for us to set the mood. After that we will draw straws for the order. The winner will take Karen to the guest bedroom and have your way with her. You must use a condom. After you cum, take off the condom, tie it off and place it in the bowl on the night stand. If you need any help getting hard, Stacey will be outside the door to help. After everybody gets a turn, we’ll figure out a new game for round 2.”

Terri smiled at Karen who was quickly doing math in her head. 9 guests were each going to fuck her. She doubted Sam and probably Jack would miss the opportunity which made 11. Apparently there was going to be a round 2 which meant the number doubled to 22. Throw in Terri, Billie, Stacey and Valentina if she showed up, a Karen was going to be fucked senseless this night. Karen smiled back at Terri, ready to begin.

Billie switch on a sultry dance CD and Karen began to sway back and forth to the music. She had never been to a strip club, but she understood the basic premise was to tease the guys. Usually the guy had to go home with a case of blue balls, she assumed, but tonight the hotter she dances, the harder the cock fucking her would be. Karen gave it her all. Spurred on by the cheering crowd, Karen gave each boy a lap dance. She loved the feel of the tent poles in their jeans and the feel of their hands wrapping around her breasts. She didn’t stay with any one boy long, instead she changed positions every 30 seconds or so. Eventually she lost her dress, bra and thong. Karen made a special point of holding the dripping thong to her nose and taking an exaggerated deep breath before passing the saturated garment around the room like a humorous birthday card.

As she peeled off the thong, the inexperienced boys were fascinated by the Heart-On buzzing between her legs. Terri had to explain that sometimes a slut will wear a vibrator under her clothes because she can’t get enough. This seemed to excite the boys even more and Karen didn’t feel any shame. After all, Terri was speaking the truth.

Soon the Heart-On was also peeled from Karen’s body leaving her in just stockings and heels. She made one more lap dance circuit, this time facing the boys and rubbing her tits and pussy on them. Several of the more aggressive boys grabbed her ass and bounced her on their laps, although most seemed content to let her do the work. After Karen finished her last round of lap dances the air was definitely charged with sex and Karen’s arousal scent.

Sam: “Everyone is going to pick a straw from my hand. After everyone has their straw, we will line up from smallest to largest. I will then flip a coin. If heads comes up, the long straw goes first, the second longest goes second, etc. If tails comes up, the shortest straw goes first. Everyone clear?”

Karen watched as the excited boys all received their entry to the Karen sweepstakes. The two boys with the short and long straws were the most excited. The two boys in the middle were the least. Karen was rooting for the boy with the short straw. She seemed like the most passive of the group and she didn’t want him having to settle for sloppy ninths.

After the order of the straws was determined, Terri produced a silver dollar and brought the two potential first cocks to the center of the room. The two boys and Karen looked on with great anticipation as Terri flipped the coin high into the air. To Karen’s delight, the coin came to rest on its face, tails side up. The passive boy now jumped for joy with new signs of life. The other boy grumbled, but Billie took his hand and led him up the stairs, no doubt for some consolation activities.

The winner wasted no time wrapping his arm around his prize and gave Karen’s ass a hard squeeze. Terri directed them to the guest bedroom where Stacey now stood guard, kneeling on the floor. The second boy had followed the group and was already dropping his pants. It didn’t look like he needed help getting hard, but wasn’t about to let a chance to face fuck Stacey go by.

In the bedroom, Karen sat on the edge of the bed while the nameless boy stripped off his pants. He was already sporting a stiffy, but Karen took him in her mouth anyway. She needed this cock and wanted to be sure the boy finished what he was about to start. The boy fumbled with the condom wrapper as the beautiful older woman sucked his cock. He finally got the condom free and not wanting to miss his chance to fuck a woman for the first time, he pulled his rock hard cock out of Karen’s mouth. He quickly rolled the condom down his cock and pushed Karen back onto the bed. Jumping on top of her, he repeatedly thrusted and missed attempting to get inside her. It was only after Karen told him to relax and guided his cock with her hand to the entrance of her pussy did he finally sink his dick into her seething caldron of love.

Karen didn’t rate the boy’s technique very high. Certainly he was no Jack or Sam as he pistoned away not caring about anything but getting his rocks off fast. Karen was so wound up she was able to take pleasure from him, but not as much as she would have liked. As she expected, within a minute he filled the condom with cum and she was again left unsatisfied. As he had been instructed, the boy pulled off the condom, tied it shut and placed it in the dish on the nightstand. The boy didn’t even give Karen a thank you kiss. He just pulled on his pants and opened the door.

In the hallway, Stacey was busy sucking off the second boy. When he saw the door open, he pulled out of her mouth and duck walked into the room holding his pants to keep from tripping. His cock was ready for action and he didn’t have any trouble opening the condom wrapper. Alas, for Karen, he didn’t last much longer than the first boy. This was getting more frustrating than the Heart-On. Karen needed a real man to give her a real orgasm.

After the second boy left his full condom in the dish, the third boy entered the room. He still had his pants on, apparently not wanting Stacey’s services. Karen marveled at the size of the tent pole pushing against the fabric of his sweat pants. Without saying a word, he walked up to the bed and flipped Karen over onto her hands and knees as if she was a rag doll. He then pulled her back to the edge of the bed and drew down his pants. His erection sprang free. He didn’t waste time putting on the condom. Instead he took aim and sank his rigid member deep into Karen’s waiting pussy. Karen grunted at the intrusion, but as the boy build a solid rhythm pounding her pussy, Karen quickly approached the orgasm she so desperately needed. Karen was pounding her fists on the bed and rocking her ass backward meeting his intrepid thrusts as she finally exploded, spraying his cock with her juices and becoming dizzy.

Karen was amazed the boy had the willpower not to cum along with her. She stopped meeting his thrusts and was limply sprawled on the bed as the boy continued to pound her from behind. Although she was largely out of it, blissfully enjoying her post orgasmic high, Karen made a mental note to learn this boy’s name. She felt he had a future in pleasing women and wanted to be his tutor.

After about minute the boy gave one final firm thrust and then pulled his cock free from Karen’s now gaping pussy. He took two steps to his left and aimed his cum directly at Karen’s face. Karen imagined the boy dreaming about giving his first partner a facial like he had seen in the countless pornos he watched while fantasizing about this day. She smiled as splat after splat of his ejaculate coated her face and dripped onto the sheets. Without so much as a thank you, the boy pulled his pants up and walked out of the room.

The fourth boy found Karen, ass in the air, limp and coated in cum waiting for him. Like the first two he didn’t last long, but he did follow the rules and leave another condom full of jizz on the nightstand. Karen was still in a daze as boys five through nine came in and did their thing. She started to get more into the situation as her libido began to grow again and her desire for more orgasms began to take hold. Most of the boys wanted her on her back. Apparently missionary position was all they knew. But the last boy, much to Karen’s delight, wanted her to be on top. Suitor three’s cum had long since dried on her face so the boy wasn’t in danger of getting dripped on as Karen rode him to a very satisfying cum before he loaded up his condom. Feeling him gush into the rubber, Karen dismounted and carefully pressed down against the bottom ring of the condom to prevent any leakage as she cautiously rolled the condom off his dick. Flipping the condom reservoir tip down, Karen couldn’t contain her need to taste the young stud and quickly cleaned his cock, savoring the salty taste of the boy. She then tied off the condom and added it to the collection.

As the last boy exited, Karen was tired, but still excited. She definitely wasn’t ready for the night to end. Sam appeared, fully clothed, and escorted her back to the living room. The boys were once again seated around the sectional sofa. The lust in their eyes had not abated. If anything it was stronger than before. Of course Stacey may have had something to do with that. Her blowjob duties finished, Stacey had been brought back to the living room, stripped and told to lie on cocktail table. Billie was sitting on the floor at her friend’s feet and was slowly working a good sized dildo in to and out of Stacey’s pussy. Stacey was mewing at the attention Billie was giving her, no doubt excited by being used in front of the boys. Billie smiled at Karen and pulled the dildo out of her friend. Holding the dildo up to the light, it glistened with Stacey’s menstrual flow.

Billie: “Nobody would fuck her while she’s on the rag, but she was begging for satisfaction.”

Karen watched as Billie placed the dildo into a holder mounted with a suction cup to the table. The dildo now stood obscenely straight up. Karen knew what Billie wanted without her having to say it. Karen dropped to her knees and began to suck on the dildo like it was a real cock. The blood and pussy juice mixed to form a unique taste. Karen was horny enough not to care and welcomed the pull on her hair of Billie moving her mouth from the dildo to the source. Stacey began to moan instantly as Karen began to service her need.

Billie: “Stacey was very good to you helping get those cocks hard for your slutty pussy. The least you can do is return the favor with your best effort.”

Karen was doing exactly that. She was giving Stacey her all and assumed Billie was berating her for the benefit of Sam’s friends. Soon Stacey was writhing on the table. Karen knew her relief was upon her and redoubled her efforts to suck Stacey’s clit while beginning to finger her g-spot. Karen’s finger felt Stacey’s pussy pulse as her orgasm overtook her. Her body rolling side to side, she bucked Karen out from between her legs. Everyone in the room enjoyed the spectacle and the boys hoped for a crack at her, period or no period.

After Stacey calmed down, the party moved back outside to the pool. As the two naked attendees, Karen and Stacey were summarily thrown into pool. Recalling how excited the boys looked when Stacey and Billie kissed, Karen pulled Stacey into a tight embrace and locked lips with her. Stacey returned the kiss passionately and soon the older woman and the young girl were playing naked tonsil hockey in front of a group of horny teenagers. The assemblage let Karen and Stacey go at it for several minutes. Karen was definitely primed for more action and had already begun humping Stacey’s leg when she felt a splash hitting her head. Karen looked up to see Billie grinning before she announced it was time for round two.

Two boys took Karen’s arms and lifted her from the pool. Stacey got the same treatment. As they were led back to the living room, Karen noticed two significant changes. One was a large mattress now covered the floor in front of the sofa. Two was a martini glass positioned on an end table. A thick white liquid filled the glass and eight empty condoms sat at its base. Karen’s mouth salivated at the prospect of drinking a cum cocktail.

Sam: “Tommy chose not to participate in the next section, but the rest of you generously made a contribution to the next part of tonight’s entertainment.”

The boys cheered as Sam picked up the glass.

Sam: “Karen, tip your head backward. I’m going to pour your reward into your mouth, but don’t swallow any… at least now yet.”

Karen did as she was told, tilting her head as far back as she could. At almost a foot taller than her, Sam had no trouble slowly pouring the sticky liquid into Karen’s waiting mouth. Sam took his time, starting and stopping several times until the entire glasses contents her transferred to their new home. He then handed the glass to Stacey.

Sam: “I know you missed getting to bring the guys off, so why don’t you clean the glass.”

With a mouth full of cum she had been ordered not to swallow, Karen watched as her new friend began to lick the edges of the martini glass. After she had sucked up all the cum she could reach, Stacey used her index finger to attain the final few drops. Karen’s pussy was beginning to flood at the erotic act she was witnessing and taking part in.

Sam: “I really enjoyed the two of you kissing in the pool. Do it again, but this time make it sloppy and French.”

Karen now understood why she hadn’t been allowed to swallow. Grabbing Stacey forcefully by the back of the neck, Karen shared the load of cum with the young girl. Some made it in her mouth, but most was splattered on both girls’ faces and mixing with saliva, was dripping down their chins on onto their chests. Camera flashes were blazing as the moment was captured for posterity, a moment Karen didn’t want to end.

Eventually Terri pulled the girls apart and handed Karen a glass of water. After Karen had taken a couple of sips, Terri handed Karen a white pill which she swallowed without questioning what it was. Billie then told the boys to get naked and ready for action. Karen gleefully watched as the boys began stripping off their pants. She knew from experience that high school boys may cum quickly, but they recover almost as fast. She hoped she would not have to share their cocks with the other women. Driven by her insatiable lust, she was getting greedy.

Billie took Stacey by the arm and began to lead her out of the room. On her way past Karen she whispered “enjoy the ride” into her neighbor’s ear. Karen looked at the teenager with a look of shock realizing she just took some kind of drug. Karen then turned her attention back to Terri who was laughing, just a bit.

Terri: “Boys, Karen just took her first hit of Ecstasy. As hot as she was before, soon she will be even hotter. I hope you are able to satisfy her.”

Sam: “Don’t worry mom. She will be.”

Karen started to get worried. She had smoked some grass in college but this was different. Part of her wanted to leave and never speak to the Hoffmans again. But more importantly, Karen’s drooling pussy needed attention and she was starting to feel warm from the X. Karen’s lust overwhelmed her logic. Lying down on the mattress, she gave a simple command… Come and get me boys.

And get her they did. Almost instantly hands were all over Karen’s body as cocks dangled in front of her face. Karen’s vision became blocked as one of the boys straddled her head from above. His balls brushed against her nose as she felt another boy begin fingering her pussy. Instinctively Karen opened her mouth and the boy above her leaned forward and dipped his balls onto her waiting lips. Karen reached out with both hands trying to touch the boys mauling her tits from the side. Quickly the boys positioned themselves so their erect cocks reached her fingers and she began pumping their organs.

Karen continued to see camera flashes and although she had not seen a video camera, she assumed she was being recorded. Suddenly the balls were removed from her mouth. Almost on cue, Karen was lifted to a standing position. The boy who was fingering her lay down on the bed, his cock standing tall. Karen knelt over him and guided his dick into her sopping wet hole. She had a look of pure bliss. The Ecstasy had turned on every nerve ending in her body. Even though the boy she was riding was not the best endowed of the group, his cock was hitting all the right places. Next one of the boys she had been stroking took up position standing in front of her. Karen gleefully wrapped her hands around his ass and pulled his cock into her mouth. Not wanting to be left out, the other boy she had been fondling moved behind her. In anticipation of their needs, Terri produced a large jar of KY Jelly. Terri knelt down and gave the boy several good slurps before liberally coating his cock with the slippery gel. Terri began to stroke his cock while pulling him toward Karen. She aimed his warrior at Karen’s unprotected asshole. Karen stopped fucking the first boy when she felt the tip of the third’s touch her backside.

Terri: “Push. It will pop-in. She’s done this before.”

The boy gave an animalistic grunt and forcefully shoved his cock up Karen’s ass. Karen howled onto the cock in her mouth at the intrusion. What the boys lacked in subtlety they made for in enthusiasm. Soon the boys in her ass and pussy had built a rhythm which was driving Karen insane with lust. Giving her remaining attention to the boy in her mouth would soon reward her with another load of cum. Looking for better footage for the cameras, Terri directed two more of the boys to either side of the foursome. They both took Karen’s hands and pulled her arms outward for a quick hand job. Thus Karen was servicing five former virgins at the same time… and loving every second.

Karen was sweating profusely from both the physical activity and the drug. Her body glistened with the sheen of perspiration. She was dripping sweat on the boy below her, but he didn’t seem to mind. Karen knew the boy in her mouth would cum soon and she was determined not to lose a drop. Dripping sweat on a boy so thoroughly fucking you was one thing. Dripping another boy’s cum on him was another. Karen dissolved into another in string of orgasms and clenched her pussy and ass muscles together. This proved to be too much for the boy in her ass who rocketed another load deep into her bowels. This set off a chain reaction as Karen entered a state of almost continual climax. The visual of her rocking back and arching her back was enough to trigger the boy she was blowing to unload down her throat. Feeling some of his discharge escaping from her lips, Karen let go of one of the boys she was fondling to run a finger over her chin to recapture the spunk. Looking down at the boy below her, she saw a look of appreciation. Karen then placed both hands on the ground and began riding the young boy with a vengeance. Over and over she assaulted his cock with her pussy quickly earning another geyser of cum deep inside her.

Karen rolled off the boy onto the mattress. Lying on her back with a look of pure satisfaction, Karen barely noticed that one of the boys she had been stroking had lifted her legs onto her shoulders. Even without the benefit of lubing up, he easily slipped his cock into Karen’s well lubricated ass. The boy took firm hold of the tops of Karen’s thighs and pulled her up forcing his cock deep into her ass. The other boy she had been fondling was ready for another crack at her too, but given her current position, the best he could manage was a sloppy blowjob. Karen lazily slurped the boy in her post orgasmic bliss. Her nerves were still on fire and every couple of minutes her body would quake through a mini-orgasm. The boy in her ass had stamina. She had to give him that. He was pounding her like a pro even as the boy in her mouth tried to hold back to get another crack at her happy holes.

Karen watched as the boy in her ass nodded at the boy in her mouth. In a well orchestrated move, blowjob boy popped his dick out of her mouth. He then slipped his hands under Karen’s shoulders and began sitting her up. As she started to bend, assfucker pulled out and began stroking his cock. As she reached a sitting position, Karen watched as a high velocity spatter of cum shot from the young man, deftly aimed at her face. With cum now dripping down her chin to her torso, the boy holding her up now pushed her back down and rolled her onto her hands and knees. He then scrambled behind her and with a spank on each ass cheek, entered her doggie style. He chose Karen’s sopping wet pussy, a fact Karen was happy about. She had learned to love anal sex, but she needed a break. Once his cock was buried deep inside her pussy, the boy began to spank Karen again urging her to fuck him. Karen wasted no time beginning to rock forward and back impaling herself on his tool. Karen was rolling her back trying to force the boy’s cock to hit her happy spots. Pausing to look up, she saw the four boys who had already cum sitting on the couch, their cum soaked cocks dangling between their legs.

The other four boys were standing in front of Karen, their erections looking angry and ready to attack. This inspired Karen who began bucking against her youthful stud harder and harder. As she felt herself go over the edge again, so did her partner. Another load of boy cum was now dripping from her pussy, a badge of honor Karen was wearing proudly. Without hesitating, Karen crooked a finger pointing at the next two combatants. Still on her hands and knees, Karen wondered what positions they would choose. The next boy to move behind her looked strong and powerful. Karen reached between her legs to finger her clit in lustful anticipation. Hearing the top of the KY jar being unscrewed, Karen began rubbing her clit faster. Her head buried in the mattress, the two boys were patient enough to let the slut withering below them to pleasure herself. Karen was moaning and begging the boys to fuck her. Feeling a cock poised at the entrance to her ass, she knew that is exactly what she was going to get.

Karen (begging): “Yes, stick me with it. Fuck my ass with your hot cock.”

Karen felt her ass cheeks being roughly grabbed as the boy shoved his cock deep into her now gaping asshole. She then felt the boy reach around her locking his hands around her stomach. Before she could fathom the reason for the change in position, the boy rocked her body back. He had used this move to pin his opponents on a wrestling mat, although he never had his cock buried in their ass before. Karen felt herself roll upside down, her shoulders touching the mattress and her legs spreading wide exposing her pussy for all to see. She sensed the other boys moving between her legs and then felt two fingers beginning to work the folds of her pussy. Karen placed her feet on the mattress and began an inverted humping of the cock in her ass while enjoying the fingers in her pussy very much. After a few cycles, she felt compelled to give the upper boy some new instructions.

Karen: “Fingers are nice, but cocks are better. Bury your tool and I’ll fuck you good. Strum my clit and I’ll do anything you want.”

That was the kind of offer no high school boy would turn down. Karen felt the boy spread her pussy lips and easily slide his cock inside her. Taking the lead, Karen found her own rhythm rocking up and down on the two cocks. Her arms and legs her positioned as if she was playing naked twister and the top boy did as requested as strummed her clit while she humped his cock. Not wanted to be left out, the final two boys began playing with her nipples. Slowly at first, they squeezed and pinched Karen’s nipples and fondled her breasts. As another whopper of an orgasm built inside her, Karen lewd suggestions to pinch and pull her nipples harder took on more urgency as Karen began making a series of howling noised usually reserved for Animal Planet. Karen and the two boys fucking her all climaxed at the same time in a sweaty conflagration of spunk and tears.

After they had blown their loads, the boys pushed Karen away leaving her in a twisted heap on the mattress. Joining the others in the bullpen, they boys commented how thankful they did not have the wrong end of the straw. Karen was oblivious to the demeaning and degrading comments coming from the peanut gallery. Her mind was gone. She was dehydrating and her nerves had been overloaded with stimulus. She barely noticed the two last boys fucking her. Both took her missionary style and both fucked her ass and pussy before pulling out and shooting their loads onto her chest. Karen just lay back and smiled at them, unable and unwilling to resist.

After the last two suitors finished round two, the group left Karen to ponder her life. Karen watched as the boys walked back into the kitchen; cum drying on her face and in her hair. She could hear the boys laughing, no doubt at her expense as she suddenly felt a warm towel being placed on her neck and saw a glass of water being placed on the table.

Terri: “That was quite a show. You need to drink lots of fluids and keep your strength up.”

Karen (groggily): “Are they done?”

Terri: “I can’t speak for Sam’s friends, but I know he and Jack still want a crack at you.”

Karen: “What about you?”

Terri: “We’ll see. Trust me, if there is a round three, you will not be walking straight for a week.”

Karen: “I’m already going to be very sore tomorrow.”

Karen finished drinking the glass of water and wiped down her face with the towel. Hearing the boys heading back into the room, Karen looked up. None of the boys were hard, no surprise there she thought, but several were at half staff. Joining the group were a naked Sam and a naked Jack, their cocks already poised at more than half staff. Sam was wheeling in a stool and Jack stood next to his wife who dutifully dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock to its full potential. Sam patted the top of the seat indicating Karen should sit down. He then pointed his cock at her face beckoning her to mimic his mother.

Satisfied that his cock was ready, Jack pulled out of Terri’s mouth and opened up the jar of KJ. From the corner of her eye, Karen noticed him greasing up is cock. Her asshole clenched involuntarily. Jack was at least two inches longer and significantly wider than any of the other boys. Karen now understood what Terri had meant about her walking funny. Jack tapped Karen on the shoulder and gestured for her to stand up. Sam pulled his cock from her mouth giving her room to move and Jack sat down on the stool, his cock proudly standing tall. Karen began to climb on his lap to impale herself, but he pushed her back.

Jack: “Face forward, reverse cowgirl, if you would.”

Karen didn’t care which was she was facing. Jack spread his legs and Karen sat down settling her ass right over his glorious cock. Jack spread her ass cheeks with both hands as she felt his tip poking at her most intimate of spots. With a now well practiced push, Karen forced herself onto her neighbor’s cock. At first, the intrusion was not much worse than that of the high school boys. But as more of Jack’s cock drove itself into her rectum, the more she had to stretch to accommodate it. Soon her ass was resting on Jack’s lap. The sensation of fullness was unlike anything else she had ever felt. Jack didn’t move his hips and Karen sat perfectly still trying to adjust to the rock hard invader. On the tail end of the Ecstasy trip, Karen was being turned on without even moving. The nerves in her ass, already frazzled by the other boys who had relentlessly pounded her, began to turn her arousal receptors on overdrive.

Sam approached Karen, his cock standing tall ready to impress. Karen looked down at her abused pussy, its juices mixing with semen to form a horny slut slurry. She looked back up at Sam with a nod of approval and arched her hips out as far as Jack’s cock would allow in an invitation to take her once again. Sam moved forward, but instead of penetrating his now desperate neighbor, he used his hand to snap the head of his penis against her clit. Rockets exploded in Karen’s brain and she involuntarily hopped a couple of inches up and then down Jack’s cock. Karen gave Sam her best “come fuck me” look and cooed. Liking what he saw, Sam hit her clit several more times. Each time Karen responded with pleading eyes and sultry moans. Karen hoped the boys were taking notes in case they ever met again.

Finally Sam gave her what she needed and plunged his cock deep into her fuckhole. Karen squealed in delight as the father and son team filled her like she had never been filled before. Karen wrapped her legs around Sam urging him to fuck her harder. Jack’s position had less leverage, but he did his best to ride her back door. Sam was pounding Karen from the front and soon she was delirious with pleasure. She knew she was about to have her best orgasm of the evening when she felt Sam stop and Jack begin to stand up. Without either man pulling out, Jack stood up forcing Karen to wrap her arms around Sam’s neck. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist. Freed from the confines of sitting, Jack began to take his pleasure on her ass. The mix of KJ and jizz gave him all the lubrication he needed to begin pummeling her unprotected ass. It was now Sam’s turn to hold still as Jack pistoned his cock up Karen’s shitter over and over again. He was relentless and obviously wasn’t going to stop until he shot is load.

Karen was screaming platitudes and thank yous into Sam’s ears for arranging the evening, pledging her service to the group anytime they needed her. This was music to Jack’s ears who had many plans for his sexy, but neglected neighbor. With a mighty grunt Jack buried his cock deep in Karen’s ass and let loose a torrent of cum. As blast after blast of jizz erupted in her ass, Karen’s own orgasm engulfed her. Sandwiched between the two cocks, suspended above the floor, Karen quaked, shook and moaned. Her quivering pussy was working a number on Sam who had been enjoying watching his father split Karen’s ass in two. Jack’s cock began to deflate and Karen began to calm down just in time to drop Karen to the floor before Sam detonated another flood of goo onto Karen’s upturned face.

Karen reveled in the coating rubbing her hands across her face spreading his seed across her neck and chest. Looking to the boys enjoying the show Karen commanded them to add their last loads to her face. Jumping at the chance, the boys stood around Karen and furiously pumped their cocks urging one last load from their balls for the night. They didn’t have much left, but nine more small loads were added to Sam’s generous coating leaving Karen covered in man-spunk. Her pussy and ass had been pounded into submission. Her poor ass especially would not be the same for days. Lying on the mattress, Karen was a fucked out piece of meat, glazed like a holiday ham, by the time the boys finished. Karen’s mind was a blur other than the ecstasy still pulsing through her pussy. Every time she touched her clit, a shiver of pleasure raced around her body.

Karen was so engrossed in her post gangbang high, she didn’t even realize Terri had snapped a collar and lead around her neck. Her eyes finally focusing after feeling the tug of the leash, Karen looked up to see Terri dressed in a leather jumpsuit and high heeled leather boots.

Terri: “Your husband will be back tomorrow. We need to get you home.”

Holding the leash, Terri turned toward the front door. Karen knew she was going to show one last act of submission to the assembled crowd and quickly crawled behind Terri and out the door. Karen expected Terri would allow her to walk, but instead she was instructed to “crawl like the dog she is” to her house. Karen burned with shame being led up her street, naked and covered in cum. When they reached Karen’s house, Terri had another act of debasement for the housewife. Terri ordered her to squat like a bitch in heat and pee on the lawn. Having held her bladder all night, she really needed to go to the bathroom and didn’t hesitate to begin relieving herself. Another camera flash, this time from Terri’s cell phone assured Karen the moment would be preserved. Karen wanted to masturbate on the spot, her insatiable need to cum not yet quenched.

Terri led Karen, still on her hands and knees to the front door. Terri unlocked the front door with her own copy of Karen’s house keys and led her inside. Karen was quite a sight. Her knees had been rubbed raw from crawling home and her cum coating had mixed with the grass clippings from her lawn. Led by the leash into her own living room, Karen felt like an object, like Terri’s possession. Karen had assumed her night was over. As it turns out, it had just begun.

Sitting in her living room waiting for her arrival was Billie, Stacey, Jacquelyn, Britney, Simone and Valentina. Laid out on the coffee table were all of Karen’s toys from her cabinet along with a few new ones… dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, restraints, crops, a cat-o-nine tails and a blindfold. As sore and tired as Karen was from servicing the boys, her pussy instantly moistened at the thought of now serving the women.

Valentina: “My my, you certainly do look different from when I last saw you. Did you enjoy your evening?”

Karen: “Yes mam. I certain did. I’ve never cum that much before.”

Valentina: “No doubt. The rest of this evening is going to be a little different. Everyone here helped in one way or another arranging your little party tonight. Now is your chance to pay us back.”

Karen: “Of course. Whatever you want.”

Karen was exhausted, but also was not about to let this opportunity pass.

Valentina: “Be careful what you commit yourself to do. The first step will be to clean you up. You look disgusting and I’m sure nobody here wants you to rub that man spunk on them. Get into the backyard.”

Terri had dropped the leash when they entered the room, but Karen continued playing her part. She crawled toward the back door giving the women a show by adding a wiggle to her ass. The leash was dragging between her legs and her pussy was clearly glistening.

Valentina: “She is deliciously submissive Terri. We’re going to have a lot of fun training her. I just might have a whole new life for her.”

Terri: “She’s a total slut. Now that we know what turns her on, she’ll do anything we want.”

Karen heard the women talking about her in the third person, not sure of what Valentina meant by “new life” but she kept crawling. It was all her pussy would allow her to do. Out in the back yard, Valentina grabbed the garden hose and turned it on the squatting Karen. The rush of cold water hit her like a thunderbolt. Any feeling of arousal was instantly dashed as the Brazilian beauty washed away the remnants of Karen’s gang bang. Karen was shivering as the 55 degree water splashed across her body. Knowing the sooner she was clean the sooner the ordeal would be over, Karen used her hands to rinse her hair, face and body.

Satisfied that Karen was clean and not totally unsympathetic to the temperature of the water, Valentina pointed the spray from the hose off the trembling woman. Karen felt a towel hit her face, thrown from a smiling Terri. Karen quickly dried her body as Valentina turned off the water. Karen was thankful the women didn’t make her crawl back into the house, allowing her to walk, albeit naked, back into her living room. The cadre of sexy horny women had not waited for Karen to return. A full blown orgy had broken out as the women had paired off and stripped each other naked.

Terri: “Don’t worry Karen. We’re not going to fuck you again tonight. I’m sure your pussy and ass got enough of a workout already.”

Karen was confused. Before being hosed off Terri had talked about having Karen pay everyone back and now she was hinting that she would just be a spectator.

Terri: “I know what you are thinking. I said we would not fuck you again tonight, but your talented mouth is going to get a workout. Here’s the deal. The girls were waiting patiently but as you can see, they wanted to get started. Any time one of them request your services, you will immediately take care of them. I don’t care if they want you to eat their pussies, suck out their assholes, use a dildo or strap-on or whatever else they ask. Tonight you are low woman on the totem pole and you will not question anyone or refuse any request. Do you understand?”

Karen: “Yes mistress.”

Karen took a look at the carnal scene laid out before her. An organic mass of human flesh was undulating on the floor and the sounds of lust echoed throughout the room. Terri led Karen back to the group and told her to sit on the floor next to her until she was needed. Terri gently stroked Karen’s head as they watched the women pleasuring themselves. Every so often one of the pack would break free and call for Karen to bring them over the edge. This process was repeated over and over until each woman was orgasmed out. The mass of flesh slowly shrinking as one girl after another moved out of the orgy, sexually spent.

Karen lost track of the number of pussies and assholes she was required to lick and she didn’t know how many loads of girl cum had been plastered on her face. Several of the women had requested Karen fuck them with the strap-on, a task Karen greatly enjoyed. Jacquelyn and Britney had ridden the chin dildo strapped to Karen’s face and Stephanie even asked Karen to spank her. While almost every permutation of the toys had been used and each woman had partnered with everyone else at some point, one person had not cum and was quaking with need to do so. While Karen had been a dutiful slave and held her own desire in check as long as she could, as the orgy wound down, she was desperate to cum one final time tonight.

Karen: “Please mistress, I need to cum again.”

Karen made the statement without addressing any specific person. At various times over the weekend she thought Terri was her new mistress, then Billie and finally Valentina. She was pretty sure Jack was her new master, but the relational dynamics between the women were confusing.

The three women looked at each other as if deciding who should answer. In the end, Valentina addressed Karen.

Valentina: “I think you have earned that. Sit up on the coffee table and spread your legs.”

Karen quickly complied and waited for the next order. Terri walked over and took the timer handcuffs and set them for five hours. Snapping the first cuff around Karen’s wrist she quickly secured the housewife’s arms behind her back. Billie was next, advancing on Karen with the magic wand vibrator held in front of her like a weapon. Karen looked at the teenager with pure lust in her eyes.

Billie threw the electric plug to Stacey who quickly powered up the unrelenting toy. With no fanfare, Billie pushed the head of the wand squarely against Karen’s mound. The women watched with appreciation as Karen shook and moaned as the wand worked its exquisite touch on Karen’s abused yet still overheated pussy. Karen began to pull her legs back together to force more pressure on her pussy bringing a strong rebuke from Terri and a call from Valentina to continue proving how much of a slut she is. The degrading words were just what Karen needed to send her over the edge. Her orgasm had been quick to form and didn’t last very long, her body long since worn down for the day. But still Karen was appreciative of being allowed to cum one last time.

Thus covered in the sheen of seven women and her own flowing juices, Karen was brought upstairs to her bed. Terri tucked her in as the first streaks of light were beginning to brighten the eastern sky.

Terri: “The handcuffs will release you in about four and a half hours. That will give you time to get cleaned up before your husband and daughter get home. After you clean up, I want you to write a recap of yesterday’s activities for the message board. Don’t worry, Tom and Katie need not know what happened this weekend. I know Billie original planned on blackmailing you, but that will not be necessary, will it? You have found your true calling haven’t you?”

Karen: “Yes mistress. I look forward to serving you further.”

Terri: “Good. Now get a few hours of sleep. You need to appear normal when your family gets home. We’ll be in touch.”

Terri kissed Karen on the forehead and walked out turning off the lights. Karen almost instantly fell asleep. The handcuffs holding her arms behind her back felt completely natural and she had sweet dreams of the adventures to come. The other women, except Billie, had all left. Terri walked her daughter home. They had many plans for their submissive neighbor and soon, her naïve daughter.

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