Foreword



This story is an two book series. The first book is finished & will be posted in seven parts...as each undergo final editing.



Investing in Sara

By abej

Chapter 1

Part 1-Perfect crime

Sara laid in bed the alarm clock reading 5:56 to early, time continued to tick. The second hand would make a complete circle then another minute would pass. 6:15, 6:45 finally the appointed time arrived 7:45am. The woman reached under the bed for her beloved kitchen implement...an large bulky cast iron skillet. Sara put it on her lap saying in a sweet voice to her husband, “Honey we need to talk” in a raspy rude voice he mumbled, “Leave me alone bitch”

The guilt faded & Sara smiled, “Honey you really need to listen...last chance” Dale pried his crusted eyelid open showing a bloodshot eye. Head pounding...fueled by a previous night of alcohol & drugs. That eye burned into her soul with hate. He said, “Shut the fuck up, before I beat ya to death” He turned over, Sara gripped the handle of the frying pan with both hands & kicked her husband. Dale bolted upright in bed yelling, “What the fu...” never finishing...as the skillet kissed his noggin.

Sara had rehearse this many times. Now moving with precise calculated timing. Got out of bed making her way to the kitchen. She washed the pan hanging it in the appropriate place. Next went to the cabinet took out a highball glass & a bottle of Jim Beam. Once back in the bedroom. Placed the glass in unconscious fingers filling it & poring rest the content over him.

For the perfect crime one needs an alibi! She had learned that watching. “True Crime.” In his anger had provided one last night. She went across the street to the nice old man. Begging him to sale her a few of his cigarettes...Dale was out. He looked at her black eye. Reached into his pocket handing her a half pack saying, “No worries” She stopped started her car making sure it'd run...being old and all. Then went & stood over Dale checking his pulse...it was steady. Lighting a cigarette she inhaled deeply. Placing it between his useless lips. 17 years of abuse played thru her mind as another match flared to life thinking, “And the meek shall inherit the world” Sara wasn't religious, but somehow it seemed fitting as the lit match arched down onto the bed. A small blue flame appeared & spread. The woman turned leaving. Never once looked back.

Sara returned to the scene of the crime at 10:21am. Greeted by the Fire Department. Two of the small towns three Police cars. Plus the black SUV advertising the County Coroner on it's side. The policeman who hated his name Barney approached. Intercepting her, he said in a solemn voice, “Sorry for your loss” in reality, he went to school with Dale & hated him. She over heard one fireman saying, “Drunk bastard died lit” laughing at his joke. Saw Sara immediately turning red with shame. She had calculated Dale being so disliked no one would care or ask.

George from across the street put arm around her in a gesture of sympathy & bless his heart asked the question, “Do you need anything?” On & on until broaching the taboo subject, “How are you set financially” she stammered, “I don't know, Dale never included me in them matters?” Then bingo! The million dollar question. George asked doubtful, “Life insurance?” She answer, “Yes” adding, “But don't expect any. Most times they just cheat you” Barney overhearing the conversation got pissed. He always like her. She never made jokes about his name or profession. Dale would always make catcalls & be an ass. Later Sara would always apologize bringing fresh baked treats by the station. The thought of her being cheated made his blood boil.

He walked over saying, “Sara is it with Bert, from Casualty Insurance?” Being so emotionally distressed could only manage a nod yes. Officer Barney called Bert & Bert showed up 15 minutes later. Barney asked for her money! Bert had protocol to follow. So listed off what was needed, “Death certificate, cause of death, then maybe it'd be processed in a few month. Barney's really pissed now. Calls his brother in-law over. The coroner with a promise of a death certificate on his desk today. The fire chief being the coroners cousin said, “The fire was caused by a open flame. Accidental”. Bert was on the spot. Everyone here did business with him. He changed it to 6 weeks. Now it was George's turn calling Bert, “Scum” stomping away leading this precious girl away from such a horrid man.

Ten days later Sara left the insurance building with a Million dollar life insurance check. $95,000 check for the fire on the house. Cleaned out the checking & savings for $21,642.18. In the safety deposit box was Dales beloved baseball card collection valued at $105,000. Having already made arrangements to dispose of it with a car dealer 75 miles away. He offered her any new car on the lot & as an added bonus $5,000 cash.

Part 2-The road traveled

Sara went around in her old car saying goodbyes to everyone saying, “The only memory's are being beat...just can't stay” They all understood & wished her a wonderful life. Sara pulled out of the dealership in a shiny new red conveyable heading west...destination unknown. Leaving Indiana for the first time in her life.

Sara entered Illinois it looking much the same as the place she just left. So kept driving. A sign for Missouri, Show me state? It showed her nothing that she never saw...so continued on. To Kansas with it's endless fields of crops wondering, “Why'd Dorthy wanted to return?” Turned left heading south. Oklahoma? Texas was next. To many cows, turned right & thought, “Will this state ever end?” Then fortune smiled New Mexico. She drove for awhile soon becoming concerned the next sign might read, “Old Mexico” took a right...fairly certain it was north. Starting to wonder, “Just how big is the United States anyway?”

The next sign she thought was a joke. Had to be some kid having a prank on the authority, “Colorado Marijuana Smokers Welcome” she drove until seeing a sign welcoming her to Colorado Springs. Lodging next four exits. Tired she stopped 12 days after liberation. Waking rested after night had descended. She went down to the car retrieving her meager belongings. One pair of jeans, two blouses, a blue skirt, house dress, two bras and panties she had washed every day. Plus the cookie jar holding Dale's remains. Consulting her watch time being 10:12pm. She took a chance at someone being in the office. Sara apologized for calling at such a late hour, still thinking small town! The man assured her she could call anytime answered her question, “Walmart opened 24 hours and it's close”

Sara took a minute before leaving to check her finances, two checks. She counted the cash, $26,332.46 wondering how she managed to spend $300 in two days? Dumping out her purse found, 3 quarters, 2 dimes, 6 nickles, and 28 pennies.

The Walmart was huge! You could put five of the Walmart's in the next town over into it. Sara walked down every row whether she needed something or not. When she left it was like Christmas in June.

Back at the motel she unwrapped a phone that took pictures plugging it in. Next a box that said computer! Never having one she opened the directions. It looked complicated calling the man downstairs again he said “Slow night, I'd be happy to help” Finished she sat at the table in her room typed in “Colorado Springs” & instantly pictures jumped out...then the clock read 8:45am. Sara rented the room for another day. Picked up the cookie jar, dumping the contents into the toilet! Her final gesture to Dale & summing up his life, “Was a memorial flush”

Sara always fantasized about doing missionary work in some faraway land. Not the religious kind, as a means of escaping. Wondering how to get a job like that? Typed in “Missionary positions” the images were very graphic. She blushed shutting the lid. Sara never considered herself a prude, she enjoyed sex. Even masturbated when the need arouse. Dale was great lover when they 1st were married, then he stopped & became mean. Coming home drunk & slapping her around. Even on occasions making her suck the dried juices of some local skank off his dick. It always tasted awful, like old fish & she'd gag thinking, “How often do they bathe?” Plus she was 35 & had sex with two different men. Sara smiled thinking of Charley.

Part 3-The other man

Saturday morning collage football. Dale & his friend Charley were waiting for the game to start. Dale was attempting to bet Charley on the outcome...naturally her husband wanted the favored team! Charley said, “Sucker bet” not giving in. Dale hollered at Sara to bring more beer & saw Charley look at his wife. To up the ante Dale said, “If I lose Sara will give you a blowjob, against your hundred?” Sara looked on with disbelieving. Charley looked at the woman then said, “Still a sucker bet” Seeing the thought cross his friends mind looked at Sara saying, “Woman show him your tits” The look her husband gave, insured a beating later. She exposed her breasts. Charley almost drooled , but still didn't bite. Dale added incentive, “Ya can take her back & fuck her” Charley asked, “Points?” Dale, “19” Charley looked thoughtful saying, “21, but I take her home after the game & keep her for the night” Dale said, “Agree” holding his hand out to seal the deal. Charley took it with a warning, “Ya try to welsh on me, I'll break this hand!”

The game started, Dale being cruel attempting to flaunt what Charley wasn't getting. Making Sara take off an article of clothing each quarter. Forth quarter only panties remained. Score 35-0 Charley was losing. 30 seconds left, the winning team had the ball. Dale so sure they'd take a knee made Sara show Charley her pussy. Sara completely humiliated, did as she was told. Like Dale, the coach got cocking deciding to run the ball, it was fumbled. Charley's team picked it up, the man ran 77 yards for a touchdown. kicked the extra point, 14 seconds left, 35-7.

Dale wasn't sweating it, but still yelled at Sara, “Fuck woman put your underwear back on” Charley's team kicked. It was caught on the 19. Dale was screaming, “Ya have an open field...run you motherfucker” Then the gods of football intervened, with nobody around him. The runner dropped the ball, grabbing his knee. One of Charley's guys picked it up scoring, 4 seconds left 35-13. Charley's coach with nothing to lose went for two, against the #1 team in the country...final score, 35-15

The house was silent save for the celebrating fans on TV. With no gloating Charley stood saying, “Guess that's the game?” waited a moment, “Figures, see ya around Dale” Started to leave. Dale looked at Sara screaming, “Your fucking bad luck..get your ass into Charley's truck” Sara realized she was wrong...the humility could get worse. Getting into another mans truck wearing only panties.

Sara didn't know Charley well, six foot four. Start of a middle age spread. Yet for his size looked natural & Sara was scared. He pulled into an alley off Mulberry St. Not the best area. Up to a faded privacy fence with a gate & told her to wait. He opened it. Taking an old shirt out of his tool box handing it to her saying, “I believed ya been humiliated enough for one day” The inside of the house was perfect....although manly. Nothing out of place with a clean scent. Charley asked her politely to have a seat. Left the room returned smiling with a t-shirt still on a hanger. Sara wondered, “Does he hang all of them up?” The shirt was black saying “Black Sabbath” Charley pointed her to the bathroom.

Charley was the perfect host, he made them a wonderful omelet. Sara tried to help clean the mess. He wouldn't hear of it. Afterwards watched a movie she was allowed to pick. He never once made a reference to sex or the bet. 8pm rolled by, Charley made a confession smiling, “It's been years since I've stayed home on Saturday night,” then adding, “Kinda nice” He ordered a pizza...for the first time in years, she got to pick the topping. Sara decided if it wasn't for the bet. She'd like to consider Charley a friend.

11pm came to be & Charley yawned. Sara unable to tell if staged or real? He showed her the guest bedroom? Then telling her to watch TV as long as she liked. Sara was confused & feeling well, “Unattractive” The man who won her in a bet, didn't even want her! The woman had to ask, “What about the bet?” Charley thoughtfully said, “Sara I wouldn't disrespect you like that. Not that I wouldn't want to” Sara was at the crossroads, when she got home Dale was going to beat her for having sex. It wouldn't matter that he arranged it. On the other hand, Dale would beat her again on a later date if he found out she made him welsh on his bet. She thought, “Just once...why couldn't life be easy?” Instead saying to Charley, “Yes” walking into his bedroom.

It was Charley's turn to be surprised, “Are you sure” she nodded yes. Standing next to the bed not sure what to do. Never being an adulteress before. She was embraced tenderly by the man. Not sure what to make of the warm flush creeping along her skin. He kissed her passionately She didn't respond at that moment out of sheer surprise of the intensity of her emotions. When he nibbled on her ear, Sara did respond. Unable to remember the last time she had sex, that wasn't engaged without anger or hatred. She embraced Charley. Pressing her body against his, returning a fiery kiss fueled by a need...so long denied.

Sara felt the shirt being raised, lifting her arm making removal simpler. Slipping her hand under his t-shirt finding a garden of chest hair. The second hand followed, he did the same. Arms lifting high, shirt over his head. She wasn't tall enough, so he snapped his arms sending the shirt sailing. Sara pressed her breasts next to his chest. The hair playing havoc on her sensitive nipples. Tightening into erect hard points, that pricked into his skin. The wonderful kiss happened again. Two large hands trailed down her back, finding a resting place on her ass...cheeks cupped, then gently squeezed. The hard cold buckle bit her skin. She attempted to work her hands in, Charley gave her room. Never once letting up on the kissing or his hands straying far from her ass. The belt undone, top button unfasten. The sound of the zipper signaling the point of no return.

Sara whispered into his tilted ear, “Charley you know this will never happen again” He nodded yes, so she slowly lowered herself. Dragging his jeans as she went down. Sara gasped when she saw the size. Charley chuckled. She was naive about men, having seen only Dale's...thinking all men were created equal. Only Charley seemed to have received some of Dale's & maybe a few others thinking, “This is frigging huge” unable to resist Sara held her arm next to it. Scratching out the word huge in her mind. Replacing it with, “Monster” she was very intimidated. Charley seeing the concern in her eyes. Raised her up to her feet, kissed her long & passionately. Some of the fear subsided. Without using any effort the man picked her up. Gently laying Sara on the bed. Her arms never leaving his neck, as the long kiss continuing.

Charley's lips left hers. Strolling to an ear, pausing to nibble & play. His hand engulfed a breast gently squeezed. Moved until only fingertips knelled on her large nipples. Ripples of warmth washed over her toes. Sara's hand unconsciously, began stroking his mighty mass of flesh. She felt it grow even more.

Lips forever wandering neck, shoulder & sometimes pausing yet always moving. Sara's breast anticipated, longing for his lips arrival...nipples swelling erect. Chin grazing the flesh of cleavage. Mouth traveling at an unexceptionable speed. Sara reached for Charley's head in hope of bringing haste to their arrival. Sara was teased and toyed with, lips & tongue scrutinized. Making willful passes around both breast, almost to touch her nipple...only to would move on. Sara was slowly being drove mad, the question went from, “If she would?” to “When she would!”

Sara's nipple felt so taunt, as if it'd split whispered, “Please Charley” blessed relief flooded though her with the first caress. Tongue circling, nibbling the aroused tips. Sara moaned, feeling a strong heat taking hold between her legs. Both legs trapped one of Charley's squeezing. The touch of another man invigorating coaxing out wetness, adding to her heat. Disappointment overcame her as his mouth left her breast continuing down, “Down?” “Hopeful” “Was it possible?” Pausing at the navel circling & kissing with his tongue darting. Seeking a new locations to inhabit. Charley's chin touched the top elastic of her panties pushing a little. The front lowered a fraction. Charley looked at her grinning saying, “Sara, I've seem to of found this barrier. Any ideas?” Then chuckling at the speed in which she removed them.

Sara felt self-conscious about her heavy growth. Dale would not even allowing her to trim it stating, “Only real women do” as another form of mental humiliation. She felt Charley parting her fur. Lips gentle nuzzle her clit & all thoughts of humiliation vanished. Spreading her legs wider, pressing his head closer...as she ground hips to face. Uncontrollable moans escaped her throat, Juices flowed free! She felt a finger penetrate, pinching her legs against the side he's head. Sara lifted her ass squealing, “YES, deeper” Horrified, yet sincere when screaming, “Fuck me please” never have said that to a man before.

Charley worked his way up, she felt his monster dragging up her leg. More heat & anticipation building. The tip touched her inter-thigh, Sara shifted attempting to line it up. Only Charley moved the last moment & dick was reflected. Balls slapped her pussy. The monster laying dormant on her belly. Sara reached down grabbing the swollen member. It even seemed larger now. To her surprise Charley grabbed & rolled she was now on top. He whispered in a throaty voice, “If you want it? Take it!”

Sara was in an conundrum up to this point regardless of enjoyment she could truthfully say if asked, “She just laid on her back.” On the other hand she now had an unquenchable ache to fill the void. Charley's dick somehow managing to be in both hand? She hesitated, when Charley said, “Sara you don't have to” It was being given a choice that dictated her actions. She lifted up until the cock stood tall. Sara's opening hoovering over it thinking, “OMG going to be a long way in” but now wanting it something fierce. Charley saying “Wait, hold your hand out” producing a small bottle of lubricant, Sara not wanting to wait, still took the time to coat his cock. Wipe her pussy, quickly squatting down before anymore interruptions could accrue.

The first penetration was a sharp stinging burn from such a large mass...moving into a tight place. She lifted quickly, felt a cold spraying stream hit her, seeing more lubricant added generously. Sara lowered herself back down finding it most pleasurable. Still very tight & filling. Charley became her cheering section phrases such as, “Gobble that dick, or “Sara, your the tightest & best piece of ass ever” She thought, “Pillow talk?” yet it excited her. She started bouncing & grinding uncontrollably. This was a completely new experience...know if it was Dale such violent movements on her part. It'd never say in. Charley on the other hand was driving it down deeper. Sara's body shook with a small orgasm, the first in years not self inflicted.

Sara was in heaven...until the cock was taken away. Flipped onto her back ankles grabbed, dragged to the edge of the bed. Charley stood over her huge cock in hand laughing, “You want more sweetheart?” The woman literately yelled, “Yes” He rubbed the meat in his hand on her pussy. Never penetrating only teasing. He chuckled as she kept scooting down, in an attempt to meet it. Finally the words blurted from her lips, “Please fuck me. Please!” She felt his cock plow into the opening rapidly disappearing.

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Charley was being easy with Sara, he knew Dale beat her, then later would brag about, “Slapping that stupid cunt around” Now though he wanted to go over to the house & “Fuck that stupid bastard up!” He refrained from slapping her ass...although it screamed out to him. He had intentionally put her on top, giving Sara the choice to fuck or not. If body language indicated a “No” his intentions were to put her back into the guest room & go find a whore to fulfill his needs. Then Sara let lose & he was unable to remember ever having better sex? He realized she was one of the most beautiful women he ever met. It was the beat down look that watered that appearance down. If by some remarkable chance she was able to break the yolk; “God forbid the male population” Amazed almost all “12 inches” was in her.

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Sara was enjoying the sex without a doubt, but she wanted to be held during it. Concern also tickled the back of her mind, “After this huge cock will Dale's even stay in anymore?” She found by stretching her fingers just could lightly stoke Charley's knees for contact. Arms scooping under her knees Sara was lifted off the bed. Her weight lowered, she took the remaining cock. He lifted her again then dropped her. Sara screamed with pleasure. Unhindered lust completely release. Her fingernails bit into skin, drawing scratches of small oozing rivets of blood. Charley began pounding her with a passion, Sara begin chanting, “O yes, fuck me, harder please, don't stop, treat me like your whore tonight” Sara blink at the words she just uttered, Charley missed a stroke, Whispering softly, “Did you mean that? or Just accident?”

He was just holding her the fire burning hot. Sara started wiggling on his shaft pleasure eluding in ever part of her body Asked timidly, “Are you mad?” Sara's pussy was literally foaming. Cock covered in white discharge every time she squirted. Charley started pounding her once more. She was moaning loudly in his ear. They were soon soaked in perspiration. When Sara grabbed his shoulder saw a faint hand print. Made in blood from her scraping nails. Driving him to fuck even harder.

She was at the height of another orgasm, one she knew would rack her body still screaming, “Don't stop going to cum, please don't stop” He grunted, “Cccann't hold mmmucch longger” Sara still chanting “Don't stop” When the orgasm hit it sent her body reeling with spasms. Biting his shoulder tasted a coppery flavor as her teeth broke skin. Charley let go. The jerking spasms, the way he pushed deeper, increased the awareness of her own. Felt the warmth of his sperm being injected into her womb. Sara gave little thought, about whether she was fertile or not.

It was 1:10am she laid beside Charley oozing his seed wondering for the first time if she took? Still amused that sex could last two hours. She was physically exhausted, but couldn't sleep. 3:10 arrived, Charley was lightly snoring, but his cock was up. Knowing a moment like this would never present itself again, she mounted him. He didn't seem to mind. Hands on her breast she rocked back & forth. Milking him once more after receiving another small orgasm. Content Sara drifted to sleep, not the least ashamed being in the arms of another man.

Morning arrived quickly! She kissed Charley saying, “Once I leave this house it can never happen again. So if......” Leaving it hanging. They made love for three more hours. He dropped her off home at 11am.

Part 4-A brave new world

Sara took a shower then climbed between the sheets. Looking at the computer thought. “Sara quit being silly” Once again sitting before the computer. Opening it she looked, then began scrolling down the videos. Stopping then clicked on one. Realizing the woman in it resembled her? Feeling a little guilty at first, but soon started masturbating. Imagining the woman was her.

Sara embraced the sexual revolution for three days Sara searched the internet. Trying to decide what was real or make believe, any sexual subject was on display. She saw F/M, M/F then a few more men added. F/F she had heard of that, but wasn't sure it being real. If that happened in the small town she grew up in they sure hid it well. There was rumors Tommy Wells was gay. But if nobody else was, then how could he be sure? Then she reasoned, if Preacher Ash married his first cousin. Having a passel of children how could he say Tommy was doing wrong? Her logic was simple having happiness elude her for so long. It just seemed like complete madness...conforming to what makes you miserable?

She used the masturbation test, no matter how outlandish it seemed. Sara play a video then masturbate. If she became aroused she filed it away to pursue at a later date. Even being surprised a few times.

On the fourth day Sara decided she needed a plan. Where was she going to live & how? She wanted to be able to sit on her porch and look at water. Like semi-county, but by a big Walmart. First she wanted to see the ocean. Being an expert surf boarder on the web now, googled, “Ocean” Finding out she needed to go west again & being worldly...now that she had the internet. She found an website, admonishing the virtuous of Santa Cruz. Wondering later as she drove, “Is that Christmas Town in Spanish?”

Traveling through Utah, then in Nevada Sara saw a snake refusing to leave the safety of the car...finally California. Her new phone was so smart it never became lost once. Why a woman named Siri. even talked to her...gave advice & helped find music. Making Sara feel instantly smart. Seeing the sign for Santa Cruz Sara stopped. Changing into her Sunday go to meeting outfit.

Chapter 2

Part 1-Santa Cruz

Sara continued following her new friend Siri. Until she saw the bank who's mascot was a stagecoach. No matter what state she traveled. It stood on a sign beckoning. Making a u-turn. Half-dozen cars honked....sped into the it's parking lot.

Sara stood waiting in a line to see a teller, amazed at the amount of people standing around. Finally a bored woman said, “Next, how may I help you?” Sara put both checks down saying “I need to start an account” The woman told her she'd have to get in another line. When she saw the amount as she handed them back. The bank became very friendly. Sara armed with a calendar, pen, & space-age coffee mug returned to her car. Finding a charming woman sitting in the front seat.

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Tee had just left the Star Fire Commune disenchanted after a year. She was a tall, slender & natural blond. Equipped with small pert breast & a gap. Tee had wandered off yesterday wearing cutoff jeans. With front pockets showing. Brown leather fringed halter, sandals & $8.43 to her name. When she saw the little red sports car disrupting traffic. It made an illegal turn. Pulling into the bank's parking lot, where it came to a screeching stop. Tee was intrigued by the “Stepford Wife” emerging thinking, “Who the fuck dresses like that?” The woman was wearing a blue dress past the knees. Long sleeves, slip & pantyhose. Final touch...this ridicules flowered hat. Not that the woman wasn't attractive & very curvy...Tee moved closer.

She watched the woman walk into the bank, then made her way to the car. One question answered when she gazed at the Indiana plates. Tee looked into the car. Top down seeing keys still in the ignition. Shaking her head at the laptop & phone laying on the seat. Then she spied cash in the ashtray...unbelievable! Tee opened the door and got in. The woman returned a short time later. Sat behind the wheel asking, “Who are you?” Almost as if it's an everyday occurrence. Tee gave her name...then as an humorous ice breaker asked, “You running from you husband? Or just killed him?” The woman not the least bit offended answered, “The police said it was an accident”

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Sara looked over at Tee thinking, “She might be better than Siri” saying “I'm going to the ocean, want to come?” not giving her time to answer pulled out of the parking lot. Tee informed her just like Siri would of, “Your going the wrong way” & started giving directions. Sara saw the water from a long ways off thinking, “It kind of looks green?” then they found a place to park.

On the beach Sara was disappointed. The sand was a shade of dirty gray. Not a white mantel like snow & people were walking way out thinking, “The oceans not very deep.” When she stepped off the boardwalk her heels dug into the sand It made her look like a drunk wino staggering around. On the other hand Tee took her sandals off & her copper tanned skin. The way she dressed made her look like a natural edition to it...Where as, Sara seemed foreign.

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Tee looked at Sara with compassion stating, “Sara no offense intended, but look around” She let the woman check out the people & draw her own conclusion before adding, “That look may work in Indiana, but this is California! You need to wear less civilized clothing” Sara said, “Walmart?” Tee laughed, “No better, secondhand shops!” They went shopping & Tee constantly had to remind Sara to remove the keys. After locking everything in the trunk.

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Sara wanted to try out her new outfits at the beach just to see if dressing less civilized made the experience better? Only all the driving had started wearing on her. Tee had told her about the commune & was on her way to San Francisco. To meet up with old friends and get a job. She didn't seem to be in all that big of hurry, so Sara told her she was tired needed sleep. Sara said, “I'll be happy to drive you tomorrow” Then asking, “It's in California, Right?” While in the shop, Sara didn't know what to buy. Everything seemed less than what she was used to, then had a bold idea! Tee only had the one outfit. Buy her some cloths & she'd mimicking what was bought.

Tee suggested the Seaway Inn, close to the beach yet inexpensive. The room was perfect, after a shower Sara drifted off to sleep.

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Part 2-A new style

Tee gazed at Sara sleeping. Wondering if all women from Indiana was this naive? She loved Sara's excitement over the simple things, she took for granite...or simply failed to notice. She had asked Sara if she could check. her e-mails & Facebook to get in touch with old friends. It opening a new can of worms. Sara needed to have then both right then & there. Tee was shocked to find the woman had joined a porn site thinking it was for dating! Sara was disappointed not receiving a single response. Tee almost laughed seeing the horrid picture she posted. Complete with gaudy hat & her introduction...was incoherent at best. Tee took a moment to change it. Talked Sara into putting on the white sundress without a bra, now there was 11 responses in 45 minutes. Becoming curious, Tee looked up her search history. Glancing back at the sleeping woman wondered about all the porn? Shrugging her shoulders climbed into bed for a nap.

Sara put on her white sundress...Tee responded with “Really?” She had put on blue cotton shorts, with lots of ass showing. White tank-top her small nipples piercing the fabric. Not completely satisfied, made a trip to the office. Sara replaced the sundress for pink shorts, that showed her panties. Tee returned looked...just saying “Really?” Sara removed her panties. Tee clapped saying, “We both have camel-toes now.” Tee now having a better understanding of Sara. Went to the computer, typed in “Camel-toes of Santa Cruz” receiving over 38,000,000 results. So Sara naturally figured it had to be true. Otherwise it wouldn't be on the computer! Tee produced a scissors, removed her top cutting it half away. Putting it back on went to the mirror lifted her arms high. Not yet satisfied hacked a little more off. Finally just a little bottom boob showed with arms held high. Handing the scissors to Sara. She just looked at them with a confused look. Tee just responded with, “Really?”

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Tee was losing Sara with the scissors. She knew the woman wanted to. Hesitated figuring it was an, “Indiana thing” Realizing Sara was attune to the internet, and what it said, pulled up Sara's profile, 1 messages, on her photograph 12 likes. She convinced Sara to cut her shirt or rather did it for her. Her having large breasts forced Tee to trimmed it three times for that perfect bottom boob look. She took four pictures two of just Sara...Followed by a few of them both...using the bathroom mirror. Tee knew full well the caption, “Best friends” suggested more. She could see Sara was pleased to see 51 likes in less than 5 minutes. As she stood over Sara's shoulder while she answered messages. With each word wrote would say “Really?” One wrote, “Love ya camel-toe!” Sara wrote “Thank you” Tee back spaced it writing, “It's a Santa Cruz thing” Sara giggled pressing enter. Tee closed the lid of the laptop saying, “Lets go show off what Indiana has to offer”

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Sara was self-conscious at first, soon with the unhindered looks of lust. She became opened to the idea for the first time thinking, “I'm desirable” Next came the whistles & catcalls Sara leaned over whispering, “Is it always like this?” Tee laughed saying, “Just wait till the boardwalk” pausing until Sara asked, “What?” Then Tee answered, “Parties! We'll pick the best & blow off the rest” The attention was stimulating to a point Sara became aroused...then wet. Having a little stain appear. Embarrassed she attempted to hide it with a bag she bought. Tee laughed lifting the fliers she was holding in her hands saying, “Me too” Showing her spreading stain making Sara's even worse. Giggling all the way back to their motel.

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Tee was flabbergasted at how receptive the woman was to change. Drinking it up like a sponge. As for herself couldn't remember the last time she became so aroused in pubic? Seeing Sara's wet spot, enticed one on her. Not wanting to lose the moment went straight to the laptop. In a conspirator tone asked, “Wana make some more guys horny?” Leaving the decision up to Sara.Just guiding her in the proper direction. Grabbing Sara's phone snapping a quick a picture of the now infamous stain. Before the Sara could protest posted it on the site without adding a caption yet. Sara looked unsure so Tee jumped up handed the other woman the phone, saying with a laugh, “My turn” posting it with a caption.

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Sara looked on at first unsure, but then her new friend put her picture on writing, “Wet pussy from Santa Cruz” The likes immediately rolled in with an avalanche of fingers pressing enter. She looked at her pic, a little caption with a touch of a button, she could be liked too! Sara wrote, “Me” Tee said, “No, no, no, something naughty” then she wrote, “Horny” Tee actually rolled her eyes, reached over changing it to, “Horny Indiana pussy” Tee stepped back. Sara's hand hovered over the keyboard before pressing enter. The likes clicked on & new messages appeared. Tee leaned over laughing saying, “There could be thousands of men, women & couples looking at our pictures now” Sara stared disbelieving at the results.

Part 3-Webcam

They opened the newest message he wrote, “Please post more pics” Sara watch Tee type in a response, “Are you going to pull your pud?” hitting send. Opening another saying, “Your one hot bitch” Tee reminded her bitch used that way is a good thing. Sara responded, “Thank you” receiving another roll of the eyes. Tee's turn, the man made a statement, “I would fuck the shit out of both ya!” Tee laughing wrote, “No ya wont, too far away, but someone will” Sara was now having fun, her next message to answer was, “Why don't you two go to chat with cam?” She looked at Tee having no idea what that meant? Tee laughed saying, “Mini-movie” punching a few buttons before finding chat & signing in. Words appeared in neat little rows.

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Tee started laughing thinking, “She has no clue about webcam or chat” Instead said, “People are having conversations. Wait a moment and they'll all say hi to you” True to her word, the screen was filled with “Hi Sara” and Sara stuttered saying, “They can see us?” Tee just rolled her eyes again saying, “Type hi” Sara true to form used one finger typed H, spending time finding the I, before hitting enter. Smiling moved Sara over saying, “You read and tell me what to say. I'll type” DDB123 typed, “Yo skinny whore show your tits” Tee typed back, “FUCK YOU DDB(Diseased Dying Bastard) I'm not skinny” immediately 12 other people cussed him out, someone cut in with, “Keep it civil” Tee told Sara it was the Big cheese, Moderator, typing in “Sorry” soon the list was filled with apology's. Then the big cheese wrote, “ U Diseased & Dying Bastard, she's petite with pert breast, ya moron!” Tee rewarded him with a flash.

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Sara felt left out, she didn't read well. By the time she figured out what was said, then came up with a witty response it was gone. Tee no longer had her shirt on, leaned over lifted one side of Sara's, showing her breast. The writing became excited, pleasing Sara. Tee stepped behind her, lifting it up again, but this time tried taking it off. Sara started protesting by pulling it back down. Then she saw the writing changed to, “Take it off, take it off” This time it was for her. She lifted her arms allowing Tee to remove it. The comments about her breast turned her on & she instantly knew the stain became larger.

Sara watched Tee sit back down, shimmy a little then wave her shorts in front of the screen. The response was positive. Writing, “Boy's encourage Sara!” Sara saw the screen light up with enticing phrases so encouraging...she was caught up in the moment. Peeling her shorts down & raised them like a waving flag. With a giggle tossing them on the bed, accompanying Tee's pair The next question, “Panties too?” Tee typed. “Panties? Who wears them?” Sara received another shock when Tee stood up showing everything, then when her arm was grabbed attempting to get her up. Sara hesitated, then Tee whispered, “And disappoint your fans?” reluctantly allowing herself to be help to her feet. Tee wrote, “Boys I believe Indiana's horny”

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Tee became aware of the fact that Sara was totally into this form of entertainment, although still hesitating. One thing became evident, she had no idea what to do except mimic her actions. Tee thought, “Interesting” deciding to test her revelation. She slapped Sara's ass, hers was slapped in return, “Very interesting” she felt her breasts lingering on the nipples, Sara watched, paying close attention, then started caressing hers. Tee became excited gazing upon Sara, her nipples blazed to full erection. Keyboard forgotten, and the heat of the moment overcoming her, Tee slipped her hand between her legs moaning slightly.

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Sara was so aroused, the idea of being watched was irresistible thinking, “I'm nude, and don't care others are watching” She strutted her body & bounced her tits thinking for the first time, “Mine do it much better” Sara was more curious, than surprised when Tee slapped her ass. Laughing at the look on Tee's face when she returned the favor. She had no remorse. Touching her breasts, maybe a little unsettled at the degree in which it aroused her. Both nipples became erect, & seemed to swell with each caress. OMG Then Tee began to masturbate, That rattled her, but then she had watch a movie. Only difference now was...she was in the same room as the other woman doing it. Sara was certain she wasn't go to masturbate, as she rolled her nipple between her fingers. Sara began playfully caressed her tummy, but drew the line there.

Sara took in Tee's finger stroked just around the lips weaving over, then around up to the clit. Her fingers making an circular pattern, then the woman moaned again. Sara fought the temptation knowing in her heart once started, she'd be unable to refrain until an orgasm was achieved. She continued to watch, it looked so right. So natural! Sara moaned having no clue when her hand moved between her legs, and not really caring.

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Part 4-New type of pleasure

Tee heard Sara moan, looked, seeing her hand moving slowly between her legs thinking; “I wonder?” Why Sara was momentarily distracted, typed one handed without looking, the response came quickly! Tee whispered into Sara's ear, “Look what their asking. Should we try it one time? Sara looked over and saw the page filled with, “Kiss, kiss, kiss” Sara was unsure, Tee laughed saying, “We'll give them just one” Tee leaned in kissing Sara's tightly pressed lips. Removed her mouth then leaned in once more. This time parted her lips, using her tongue...with a a slight contact. Smiling Tee thought, “She almost opened her mouth. Tee estimated, “Third times the charm” Sara responded to the kiss, slowly at first then with a strong passion.

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Sara liked the kiss, she tried desperately not to. Concern blossomed in her mind asking herself, “Am I a lesbian” the thought frighten her. Voicing her concerns to Tee who was now was nibbling on her ear. Chills from it's attention causing a urge within her, hearing the other woman respond, “No Sara, Bi like me” She didn't know what that meant, looking with a blank expression. Tee asked, “Do you still like big fat cock?” Never having been asked that before & having a difficult time answering. Tee was softly caressing her breast, just nodded yes. Hands began moving over her, stimulating the part of her mind that creates pleasure. It was lighting up burning hot.

Sara next heard, “Besides you might not like it” Sara thought, “But I do like it” then had a horrible thought, “What if Tee meant she might not like it with me?” Her mind changed tracks in mid-thought, “I can make her like it” She had watch a movie with two women, but it was kind of fussy now, so asked Tee, “How?” Tee's response, “Lets go to the bed” Sara let herself be led to it, she was placed in the middle receiving a kiss, decide it'd be better wrapping her arms around Tee. Tee moaned shortened the kiss saying, “Be right back, need to do something naughty”

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The “Big Cheese” was watching wondering when he had lost control of the situation. There wasn't much chatter. Save for the new people login in, then it'd be simple thing like, “What the f—k” or the most frequent, “Yes!!!!” before they too went dormant to watch. He had gotten caught up in it, knowing the slender one was a flat out whore. Only the shapely one with big tits wasn't. He searched for her name, “Sara” had never done this before. Which made it that much more erotic to watch. He was somewhat relieved when the slender one, “Tee?” Got out of bed heading back towards the computer. Half expecting her to turn it off...freeing him of the responsibility.

Only she stopped, then typed in, “Shall we continue?” He could feel every member sitting in their home. Holding their collective breaths waiting for his judgment to be passed. He type in, “No” hating himself as his finger hovered over enter, then a miracle happened with the words, “Open the Green room for them” His boss made the call for him. He chuckled thinking, “It only holds 50, and there's over a hundred watching.” His boss, “Lefty” wrote, “Anyone beside our honored guest try entering that room before I say so WILL be kicked!”

The “Big Cheese” watched the image disappear. Moving to the Green room. It flashed once more on the screen, surprised to see “Lefty” giving instructions, “Can you move it closer to the bed?” then, “I see a luggage holder, put it on that. Good good, more to the right. Perfect!” Tee wrote, “Are you sure we wont get in trouble?” The “Big cheese” imagined “Lefty” rubbing his hands together answering, “No” as the woman headed back to bed wrote, “I'll decide who enters” The room was opened, request to enter almost covered the screen.

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Sara was to far away to read what was written. Tee moved it closer. Tee had told her red light meant on & it seemed very red right now. Tee smiled then crawled back in bed. She hesitated again wondering, “How many people are watching?” then voiced the question out loud. Tee kissed her, causing her to pinch her legs together. The kiss lingered as tongues touched, her lower-lip was playfully bit. Arousal flared again, with a strong warm glow. Tee whispered, “Does it matter?” she managed to shake her head no. It wasn't enough for Tee as she asked, “Do you like being looked at?” Sara managed to nod yes again, as her lips sought to find Tees again, but was denied. Feeling small nibbles on her earlobe instead. She couldn't help it & moaned. Tee whispered, “Do you know how many guys are jacking their dicks watching?” Sara moaned at the thought. Then Tee touched her nipple with just a finger tracing its contours softly. Extracting another moan from her.. Tee never stopped; but asked, “Is your pussy wet?” Sara nodded yes. Only Tee responded in a throaty voice, “Then I need to hear it” Sara in the heat of the moment surprised herself, “Yes I'm so wet”

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Barney watched thinking, “Holy shit that's Sara” amazed what freedom brings! She looked so fucking hot. He was a closet pervert & yes even considered himself one. Finding greater pleasure in watching...more than doing. Having a little pencil dick. Feared being laughed at & women talking behind his back. Admitting to himself truthfully, “Women scared the shit out of me” Stoking his dick thought of the countless sessions he'll receive from this!

Lefty applied lubricate, pleased with himself having hit record when he saw the women first start preforming. Already thinking of an angle to get them to allow him to post it on the site, “Make them elite?” He already kicked three members from the room, having said, “Anyone who posts leaves!” fearful someone will say something stupid & spook the girls. He was even tempted, but refrained!

Big cheese was pissed, lefty had instructed him to monitor the open chat. He thought, “God only knows what's going on in there & I'm out here” The only thing being talked about, was the speculation of what was going on in the Green room? Another member would sign in becoming disenchanted finding out what they missed. Then he saw a pattern emerge. Only elite members where chosen or females & couples. Wishing he was now off work. Hoping Lefty thought to record?

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Tee was so turned on, she enjoyed other woman but preferred to have a man or two involved. Being the first time for Sara made it much more satisfying. Watching the woman take an evolutionary step. In her sexual awakening. Finding the ear & neck of Sara being the crossroad. Tee worked them with nibbles and small bites. Soon the woman was begging for more kisses. Knowing now was the time to get Sara comfortable with her nudity on cam...kissed her fiercely. Sara responded with gusto. Tee felt her wrap both arms around her, fingers caressing her back & it took effort to break free...Sara looked at her in bewilderment.

Tee taking that moment to explain, “Sara, we're being watched, so we have to move our bodies, where they'll be seen best.” Tee felt Sara's body tense, so moved down to her breast & kissed. Teased the nipple with her teeth, Sara moaned grabbing Tee's head. She tried again, “Open your legs & show them your wonderful pussy” Sara reluctantly spread them. Tee's hand casually wandered down, stoking her clit softly. Sara moaned, so she inserted more presser on the fingers. Sara responded with a grinding motion of the hips. Tee continues playing with her pussy, bit Sara's ear whispering, “Want more? Sara replied horsey, “Yes” Tee with a knowing smile said, “Soon I'm going to eat your pussy, want me to?” This time Sara's, “Yes” was barely audible. Tee knew she was in heat now. Her next request with reasoning, opened Sara's eyes wide.

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Sara thought, “I can't do that” the finger found that perfect spot forcing her to moan again. Tee was once more kissing, and biting her nipple, she was so wet wanting it so awful. Looking down could now see & feel Tee kissing her belly, circling her naval with that wonderful tongue. Desiring it to work it's way down between her legs. Tee stopped looking at her questionably. Sighing she sat up, rolled over facing the computer. Becoming distracted when Tee began biting & kissing her ass. She moaned when a finger was inserted deep. Tee removed it, then licked the juices off saying, “Please don't make me wait” It was just too much Sara reached out and began Typing.

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Lefty thought, “Shit she types slow” already having the thought of creating a series with this woman calling it, “How to create a Whore” That look on Sara's face was to die for. Knowing he'd probably never see it again...total pleasure mixed with horror. “Shit she was slow” Finally finished she wrote, “Lefty can Tee eat my pussy now” He couldn't believe his eyes, his first thought was, “If anyone answers this I'm going to ban em for life” instead he wrote, “Are you going to eat hers?” He winced seeing her lips move as she read. Receiving a look stating, “Never thought of that” He watched one finger move. Touch a hidden key she looked again. The girl stopped. Eyes close & seemed to moan, then the horror left. Leaving a pure look of ecstasy. She started typing again, Lefty chanted, “Keep it short” another key pressed. Sara reread it making sure the spelling was correct, then hitting enter, “Yes” Lefty typed in his response!

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Barney made a mess on his floor. Now was taking pictures of his screen, for future messed.

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Tee was watch what the screen said, as she played with Sara's pussy. She was very careful not to bring Sara to orgasm. Even knowing she was so ready. Tee wasn't sure if Sara was going down on her. After reading what she wrote knew she would. One thing about the woman was...She had a weird sense of honor! Thinking it'd serve her purpose better, left Sara the way she was staring into the screen. Hoping Lefty would understand the importance of becoming immune to the watching of others. Maybe even encourage her?

Tee lifted Sara to her knees. Immediately she tried to raise to her hands in a doggy fashion. Only Tee pushed her head back down, just leaving the woman's ass hiked in the air. Not satisfied, reached over Sara's body. Stopping to nibble on her neck typing, “Lefty, Sara doesn't know how to talk nasty, be a sport and help her out? If possible let her see you watching her?” Telling Sara, “Read to me what Lefty writes” Then an image of a man appeared. Tee continued, “Now you can see yourself being watched” moving back down her body with kisses Lingering on the lower back. Following the contours of her ass. Slowly licking the part between Sara's cheeks.

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Lefty's dick was swollen so tight it felt as if the skin would split if not given relief. Sadly he was forced to release his member to type Sara's responses. His first order of business was to type, “Any of you pud pulling bastards write anything, Your dead to me!” He watch in surprise as Sara's eyes were mesmerized by his image. He waved she blushed but waved back. Her lips moved as she read, then turning around telling Tee. He quickly wrote, “Except Sara or Tee” purely for Sara's benefit.

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Sara was a bit confused about pulling pud? Discerned having a stranger staring at her, but still told Tee. Who responded with “Keep reading.” Sara was surprised as the tongue moved closer to her anus. It felt good, not something she would thought to do. Lefty wrote & she repeated it, “Yes lick my ass” It seemed weird at the moment, but when Tee did. It felt like paradise. Then she said, “Finger my pussy too” at first the words sounded foreign, but soon took on a sexy air. “Now eat me” adding an uncontrollable moan as Tee's tongue drifted down the slot. Passing between both lips. Only pausing on her clit. Sara made a small scream in delight with the pleasure it invoked, Moaning saying “More” giggling seeing the word, “More” pop up seconds later.

The next one was hard. Phen she turned saying, “Please make me a whore” it was repeated over & over. Soon each time she said it...didn't seem like such a bad thing. Then when she said, “I'm a whore” almost believed it, thinking, “Is that such a bad thing?” The last message was well...different. She mumbled it, Tee said, “What?” Sara cringing a little repeated, “Stick your finger in my ass” She steadied herself preparing for the worst, when it happened she thought, “That's not to bad” Tongue working her clit, two fingers in her pussy, and one in her ass. The only way to describe it was with a moan. Followed by another....then orgasm. It shaken her, made her weak in the knees. She heard Tee laughing saying, “Shit you squirted” Sara hoped that was a good thing?

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Tee couldn't help but laugh. Hoping Sara didn't take it wrong! When she had her orgasm, her pussy actually made squishy sounds. Mixed with little squeals of pleasure. Creating a delightful sound. Sara's pussy still dribbled little drips. Tee continued licking. Lapping up the sweet tasting juices, savoring the treat. Smiling said to Sara, “Your turn” Sara in turn looked cautious saying, “What if I do it wrong?” Tee almost laughed at that saying, “Just treat my pussy like yours” Tee was wet & knew she wouldn't take long. Especially by someone who never done it before. She moved her opened legs closer to the computer. Making sure everyone watching & could get a great view of Sara's first time.

She could tell Sara was apprehensive at the start. Tongue & face everywhere...but nowhere. It still felt good & she was getting very aroused....but it was sloppy work. Then Sara found her clit. Tongue found rhythm. Tee's pussy began pulsing with little contractions, almost becoming maddening. When she plunged in two fingers. Tee started moaning & thrashing. She could tell the moment Sara, became turned on. Sara put a finger up her ass, Tee squealed in surprise. Soon turned to moaning. Grabbing Sara's hair yelled, “Yes, harder you little bitch” Sara seemed to pause a bit at being called a bitch, Tee now so close...thought, “Get used to it Bitch” instead said, “Yes, use me like a bitch” Having a strong orgasm, wishing she squirted too. She screamed “Yes, I cumming” her body having a few spasms. Tee lifted Sara's head up by the hair asking, “Indiana, do you like eating pussy?” Sara grinned, nodding yes virtuously. Tee laughed saying, “Wave bye-bye” After Sara did closed the lid of the computer.

Exhausted, they fell into each others arms drifting to sleep.

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Lefty, left the girls a heart felt thank you message!

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Barney on his knees cleaned the mess from the floor with his tongue

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The Big cheese still pissed! Kicked a dozen people off chat for the night.

 

Chapter 3

Part 1-The morning after

Morning arrived & Sara awoke content. Hearing the shower running. Wondered if it'd be a proper course of action...to go get in? She found herself still timid, in the ways of sex. Getting out of bed, unsure if she should stay nude or put something on? Fearing Tee could take it wrong, plus she desired more of last night.

Sara went to her computer opened e-mail, excited to see a message. It was from Steven of Yahoo welcoming her. She thought it was nice of him. So spent some time corresponding back to him & then waited for a response. Next she went to Facebook & had a friend request from, “Barney the Policeman” not the least surprised at it. Him being a professional & his job was to find people. Sara pressed except. His picture immediate moved to the friends column, so now she was somebody! Next stop her date site.

She looked around before typing in her secret password, “sara” the screen lit up with 409 messages thinking, “My finger's going to get sore” as she opened them finding the main thyme “Thank you's” for the performance last night. Some being more colorful...than others. To most responded with a simple, “Your Welcome” when she found Lefty's, it was so nice. She was going to respond when Tee walked in, wrapped in a towel. She wanted to jump up and kiss her but thought, “Would I be too forward?”

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Tee stood at the bathroom door a moment watching Sara sitting in front of the computer nude. She thought, “Good sign” The woman was so engrossed, she failed to hear her. She made some noise announcing her presents. For a minute Tee thought Sara was going to jump from her seat attempting to ravish her. She saw Sara's face fighting a war, then the ravishing part lost. Tee leaned over Sara's back, kissed her neck. When Sara tried to spin around, she stopped her with a, “No, let me read” the last part of Lefty's message went, “How do you feel?” Tee giggled saying, “I feel like a whore, how about you?” Sara more conservative kind of nodded yes.

Tee figured the woman needed help so asked, “I bet in Indiana, it's a bad thing being a whore, Right?” Sara nodded yes. Tee reached around the woman, hands making contact with her breast. Began caressing & Sara expelled a soft moan. Tee smiled, knowing the woman was naive said, “Do you wish me to stop?” the woman murmured, “No” she leaned in biting her ear saying, “But this is something whores do”

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Sara was very confused? All her life she'd been taught being a whore destroyed your life & reputation, She didn't want to become one of them snagged-tooth, cigarette smoking whores...that went to bars every night. So she confessed her fears to Tee. All the while enjoying the treatment her body was receiving.

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Tee was floored at her idea of what a whore was! She had to think for a moment, then replying, “Your thinking of White trailer trash” wincing at not having a better argument. “Slutty is also good! We dressed slutty yesterday & was that wrong?” Tee answered before Sara had a chance explaining, “No we brought enrichment & enjoyment into peoples otherwise boring life's” Seeing Sara's look turn to thoughtfulness pressed, “In some ways we're like therapists. Only we didn't have to go to school for a long time. See their job is making people happy. When we dress slutty people get very happy! Plus they don't have to spend all that money”

Sara was nodding in agreement. Now she needed to address the word “Whore” Tee slipped one hand between the woman's legs & they were immediately opened, continuing, “Any woman or even man can be a whore. How many dicks have you had?” Sara mumbled, “Two” between moans. Tee blinked thinking, “Holy shit” but said, “Be honest, who's was the best?” She watched Sara cringe a little before saying, “Charley's” Tee felt her get wetter at the mention of that name went on, “Did you enjoy it?” Again she nodded yes...around another moan. Having a plausible direction to go now with her questioning asked, “Were you married?”

Sara looked confused again, but nodded yes. Tee inserted another finger. It wiped that look away, blossoming into ecstasy. Trying a different path, “Show me how big Charley's cock was with your hands” Sara moaned before lifting her hands. Spread them apart with what she estimated at 12” Tee smiled saying, “Wow, and you took the whole cock in your pussy?” Sara moaned, then answered with pride, “Yes, even three times” Tee smiled, “He fucked you three times in one night?” Sara nodded yes, then moaned again. Tee removed her fingers knowing the woman was fixing to have another orgasm, but needed to finish this talk first. Continued to kiss her neck stated, “Wasn't that adultery?” Sara froze, Tee responded with, “What if you were lied to? People telling you them things. To keep you from enjoying sex?”

Tee plunged her fingers back into Sara's greedy pussy, she gasped, then moaned. Tee set the hook! Now to reel the fish in said, “Maybe they lied about what a whore is too?” Sara was so close now, the waves of heat seared Tee's skin. “What do you want to be?”

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Sara in her aroused fuel filled mind, found everything Tee was saying true. She hadn't thought of doing away with Dale, until after she committed adultery. Was she punished for it? No she received money! If it was wrong that wouldn't of happened. She was now Bi & had a strong desire to tell someone. Tee started playing with her pussy again & it felt so right. She felt an orgasm coming, blurted out, “I want to be a whore, please teach me?” When it hit her mind was consumed with pleasure.

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Tee satisfied with the glow of sex that flowed across the woman's features said, “Sara you don't just wake up one morning & decide to be a whore. It takes effort on your part. You have the makings of one, but I'm undecided if your truly serious?” She listened to Sara pledge feverishly, “If you give me the opportunity to learn, I wont let you down” Tee smiled saying, “OK, we'll give it a try, but if you change your mind at any time...Please tell me so wont be wasting my time” Sara nodded yes saying, “Anything” The other woman responded with, “Really?” Sara once again agreed. Tee grinned big telling Sara, “First thing needed is to change your profile, it sounds like that of an unsure 18 year old”

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Sara read her new profile introduction

Single white Bi female, 35 recently divorced

Tee said “Divorced sounds better than dead!”

Looking to engage in fulfilling sexual fantasies with men, woman & couples. Am unhindered with social conformism...

Sara asked her, “Whats that mean?” Tee responded, “A fancy way of saying. Your willing to fuck almost anything” Sara nodded yes not wanting to rock the boat.

Enjoy exhibition, flashing & public sex.

Sara raised her brows to that saying, “I never did that, so isn't it a lie?” Tee ever so patient marked them off on her fingers, “Exhibition on the boardwalk” second and third, “Flashing, and pubic sex. The internet is public domain, so counts” Sara felt a flash of pride.

Single men must be well endowed

Sara blushed knowing what that meant!

Am open to parties & social swinging clubs if the atmosphere is erotic. Have a lover willing to participate or just watch.

Sara scratch her head on that one, then Tee explained, “It's where you go to just have sex, without a bar.” Sara asked “How much does that cost?” Tee laughed saying, “We have pussies so you never pay! Just go elsewhere if they ask for money” then added just encase, “And I'm your lover now”

Will only respond to them that are unique & colorful in their request of sexual behavior.

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She heard Sara ask, “What's that mean?” Tee had no idea, it just sounded sexy, “It's encrypted, meant to keep assholes away” satisfied Sara bought it, left it up to her to press enter. Clapping when it was done! Then she went on saying, “You can't be a whore unless you have a video on line” She punched in a name, “Collage drunk chick fucked” scrolled down the list found the one she wanted, hitting play

Sara squealed, “That's you” Tee remembered it vaguely? Frat party & lots of booze. She woke up sore with a video, on her phone that someone with initiative took...then posted. The sad part...it wasn't artistic, making her look clumsy & inexperienced. She apologized to Sara for it saying, “The first one never looks good” Sara's gaze was mesmerized, blurting out, “Your like famous” Tee smiled saying, “Really? Never looked at it like that. Wait, didn't Lefty ask to post ours? Wouldn't that make us famous together?” She watched Sara's eyes light up, then Sara asked, “What will he call it?” already thinking about Facebook. Tee desperately attempted to keep a straight face saying, “Lets see, there's two of us, we were on the webcam? Two webcam....what's that word I'm looking for?”

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Sara immediately knew the word to use, so excited she jumped to her feet. Waving her hand in the air, almost yelling, “I know, I know” trying to get her friends attention. Finally Tee asked, “You have an idea?” Sara was almost afraid she'd pee herself shouting “Whore” Tee's face looked blank so she put it all together, “Two webcam whores” She saw Tee roll the words around, deep in thought. For an instant feared it'd be rejected, then Tee smiled big saying, “I like it, Two Webcam Whores, I really like it!” She had to remind herself, “Sara's uneducated & naive. But far from stupid. Just needing a small push”

It was suggested to Sara, to send a message to Lefty. She watch as Tee went back into the bathroom writing, “OK you can” not sending yet, giving Tee a chance to look it over. She entered, gazed saying, “OK, you can what?” Typing instead, “Lefty, elite sounds wonderful! We do have one small request; Change our profile name to “Sara & Tee” Sara thought of a wonderful name, “Two Webcam Whores” Please insert a link, so Sara may watch. Sara & Tee xoxo” Sara was so impressed she pressed enter, before Tee could change her mind.

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Part 2-New Cultures

Tee went to the bag Sara had bought, inside it contained scraps of paper & business cards attained on the boardwalk. Finding the one she was searching for, “Creating Dreams” on the back was simply printed, Carla & Cal with a phone number. Handing it to Sara, instructing her to google it.

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Sara read the website, an “On premises Swingers club” she wasn't sure what that meant, but there was a lot of pictures of attractive people. She found herself a little concerned seeing it was in San Francisco. That was the place Tee wanted to go wondering, “Will she leave after?” After all she did promise to take her, so didn't voice her fears. Tee asked her for the phone, punched in the number and waited. Tee soon spoke saying, “Hi, is this Carla?” paused, “This is Tee & Sara from the boardwalk, you gave us a card yesterday” Sara tried to follow the conversation, but they seemed to be communicate in code? Using terms like, “Pillow fluff? Members Toys?” The conversation took forever it seemed, before Tee finally hung up. Tee was smiling like a cat, that caught the canary. Tee then asked her, “Do you really want to be a Whore tonight?”

Sara had know idea what she was talking about, but figured Tee knew what she was talking about. Then she was told, “We're going to San Francisco & Carla's going to rent us a room” Sara stared in disbelief asking, “Their going to buy it?” Tee smiled at her, “Yes, now go shower and put on that yellow sundress” Sara was almost to the bathroom, before being stopped with, “Make sure you shave your legs and pussy” Paused finishing with, “Remember just the dress!”

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Carla sat in the small cafe as the women entered. Smiling with approval at their choice of dress. Paying close attention to the reaction of the other patrons. It was a mixed reception, some stared with open lust. Others with disapproval. The tall slender one stood searching the interior of the room. Dressed in a slutty style. Carla thought, "Typical characteristic of pillow fluff" On the other hand, the woman with her was anything but typical.

The words that jumped to mind was, "Fresh, innocent & of course interesting" She was in a light yellow sundress, large breasted which still defied gravity. Sunlight shining behind her casting a vague outline of her body. Carla wondered, “No bra or panties, who's idea?” Cal sat next to her quietly sipping tea. The woman looked at everything & staring openly at weirdness. Carla decided she needed to separate the two to have a conversation without interference. Carla caught their attention, then waved them over.

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Tee saw the attractive woman wave & headed in that direction. Horrified & a little embarrassed when she realized Sara was no longer following. She had stopped at a table of Punk Rockers.

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Sara passed by a table of individuals, one girls hair was a brilliant orange. She found usual, but the intriguing part was all the rings, and studs adorning her face. She had to stop & ask, “Did that hurt?” The young woman seemed surprised at the question. Looking at Sara seeing her features held only curiosity & wonder lacking any malice. Slid over patted the seat next to her. Sara smiled saying, “Only a moment, I'm with friends” Seating herself & starting a conversation with the group of unusual people.

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Carla & Cal listened to Tee introduces herself & make apology's for Sara's actions. Carla wasn't paying much attention. Her eyes were fixed on the other woman. She watched Sara reach across the table, touching a mans purple spiked hair. Almost died when another one opened his shirt, showing off a ring in each nipple. They were attached together with a small steel chain. Sara clapped her hands in delight. Which produced another smile on Carla's face. Sara finished & hurried over

Sara apologized, then waited to be asked to sit. Unlike Tee who just plopped her ass down. Carla was aroused with curiosity. She understood what motivated Tee, but Sara was unique. Tee would be nothing but pillow fluff destined to spend her days, laying on her back satisfied with that role in life. Sara on the other hand, had the possibility of putting the Tee's of the world on their backs...

Carla explained the world of swinging, touching on singles & couples, smiling when Sara admitted to not being experienced. Carla then asked, “Sara why do you wish to become a swinger?” Carla saw Tee wince as Sara responded, “I'm 35 & have always been married. Now want to experiences life for myself.” Carla had an idea, smiling said to Tee, “Are you submissive?” She ended up having to cut Tee off...the woman never shut up! Deciding if it wasn't for Sara, that woman would be history. Carla made the call, Sara would go shopping with her. The pillow fluff would go with Cal.

Part 3-Submissive?

Cal took Tee to their Mercedes & she road with Sara. Surprised at walking up to the new sports car. Verifying her earlier thoughts, “This is a woman with many layers” Carla excused herself calling Cal...with last minute directions. She cringed when Sara pulled out in front of a car. It's horn blared & the woman waved at the driver with good nature. Carla explained the difference between submission & dominance. Sara asked many questions, which impressed her. Sara's last words were more of a statement than question, “I've been submissive my whole life & didn't like it!” Then the question Carla was waiting for when Sara asked, “Can a person change sides?”

Using great care knowing Sara valued friendship above all else said, “I like Tee, but she'll always be nothing more than pillow fluff. Your different Sara, don't mistake inexperience; for submissiveness” Carla paused letting that sink in adding, “Being dominate we choose who to have sex with, never told who with!” Carla smiled in triumph, “Deep down that's what Tee desires. Just think it over? Take the next exit”

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Tee was a little surprised at the treatment she received from Cal, not that she didn't readily except it. It was made very clear, she would wear what he chooses. Fuck who they decided. Where, When & how. She became a little concerned wondering, “How's Sara taking this?” Voicing her concern Cal said bluntly, “Not your fucking concern bitch!” Tee immediately fell into the role of submission.

They pulled into a porn shop on the seedier side of town, the front of the store boasted, lingerie & sexual aids. Tee suggested black as being the best color on her her. Cal snapped, “Black is a dominant color & your anything but!” People stared & a young couple that looked uncomfortable before leaving. An attendant came over to be of assistance, Cal said, “I want something that screams...Dominated whore” Purchases made Cal took Tee to a nice hotel saying “We'll pick you up at 7pm be ready! Then left! Tee thought, “Where's Sara?”

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Sara was a bit confused pulling into the parking lot of the boutique & Carla even became upset when she made the statement about being a whore. Carla said, “You do not want to be a whore, the word your looking for is Hot” she paused thinking, “Tee will dress like a whore tonight, having no choice. You have a choice & I'll show you the difference so you may decide” Once inside they went to lingerie. Sara saw the outfits showed everything, you were basically nude. Carla said, “This is what eye candy or pillow fluff dresses in. It screams I'm a whore to be used & says I'll take it off for anyone!” They walked to the other side of the shop...filled with sexy dresses. Carla removed a red one saying, “ This one states your not easy. Men will treat you with respect wanting to see what's under it. You'll make a person feel privileged if you do choose them.”

Sara voiced her concern with, “How will I know what to do? Carla smiled saying, “I'll introduces you as a widow out of mourning. New to swinging” adding, “Believe me that will drive most crazy” Sara decided she wished to wear a dress! Sara heard Carla say, “Now about Tee, do you wish for her to be happy?” Sara said “Yes” Smiling Carla said, “Then here's what we must do.............” Sara agreed, later coached by Carla, she called Tee.

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Tee waited in the hotel room for Sara, worrying about it already being 5pm and she still hadn't returned. The phone rang, pleased to hear Sara's voice. She started asking questions, “Where are you? Are we still going tonight?” Tee blinked in surprise, at Sara's forceful air? Contently slipping into a submissive role. She was completely baffled, when Sara said, “Make sure my pillow fluff is ready at 7” & just hung up. Tee stood staring at the phone in her hand wondering, “How'd this happen?”

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Sara felt in powered by the conversation with Tee, thou a little apprehensive. Carla looked pleased saying, “Now If you do as I say, you'll find Tee a wonderful playmate”

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Carla decided Sara needed a little more help putting Tee in her place, and giving this woman her much needed taste in absolute power.

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Billy the desk man watch two beautiful women enter the lobby. One sporting a huge diamond on her finger, estimating her in the mid-forties. She was tall, slender and a brunette. Her attire making him do a double take, the top of the dress resembled a black mess body suit. You could see the round full contours of her breasts beneath the sheer fabric. Disappointing seeing a black heart shaped pasty covering each nipple. Toning it down to R rated. The bottom half was black leather & short. Making her an idea candidate to follow around with camera. Her feet encased in spike heels.

The other one was different...her beauty was attained in the fact that she was different. Thick, dark, luxurious hair falling to the middle of her back. Pale skin she made no attempt to hide. Enhancing it with ruby red lipstick & dark eyeliner. Created an illusion of fine porcelain. Her nails done in the same fiery red, drawing your eye to magnificent hands. The dress was a deep satisfying red. Tight without showing unsightly bulges. Her waist was hourglass, falling into swaying hips. The top was low cut, pale cleavage spilling out taking on the look of arousal...with the light red sheen the dress cast on skin. As she walked by the back dipped scandalously low, her cheeks swaying hypnotic.

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At the room Sara used the key card Cal provided & entered the room without knocking; finding Tee waiting on the bed. As instructed by Carla said to Tee, “Stand up & let me look at my whore” Sara felt apprehensive saying that, almost lost nerve when Tee hesitated. In the end she done what she was told. Tee made a full circle for Sara. Being dressed only in a fishnet body suit. Sara hated doing the next part, but Carla told her she needed to mark her dominance over the other woman said, “Tee you don't look whorish enough, go fix your face again” Surprised when she hurried to comply. Finished they gave Tee a light long jacket to wear thru the lobby.

Part 4-The Event

Carla conveniently stuck Tee in the front seat, whereas, her and Sara chatted comfortably in the back implying, “She was an equal” setting the tone of the evening.

The drive as uneventful, weaving their way thru back streets causing Sara to become lost, and misdirected. They turned onto what appeared to be an ally. Finally into a concealed entrance, safe from prying eyes...coming to a stop in a well lit area. The grand archway with it's magnificent carved oak door was mired by the majestic image of the two sentry's standing post on either side of the door.

Their contrast of each other was completely foreign, yet appealing in the opposite. The man on the right was pale skinned, almost an ivory color. Long rich strawberry hair falling onto broad shoulders, flaring into a lush bodybuilders frame. Chest void of hair splashed with oils glistening, from the firelight burning from a nearby torch. He was clad in nothing more than a loincloth. His opposite was an African American, black as a moonless night. The firelight also dancing off his oiled skin, like a magical myth. His body was muscular & sculptured. Clothed only in the same cloth. They both moved like mighty cats as the car stopped.

Sara's door was opened, and a rich baritone voice asked, “Mistress may I have the honor of exhorting you in?” Sara reached for the offered hand.

Chapter 4

Part 1-Bewilderment

Sara wasn't sure what to expect, but found herself speechless when this gorgeous hunk of man reached in, to take her hand. Smiling Sara corrected him by saying, “It's Sara” he gave a short bow embarrassing her with, “My apologizes, Mistress Sara” She reached out taking his hand, a small thrill coursing though her...seeing fiery red nails laying in his ivory palm. She slid her leg out, turning scarlet as his eyes drifted down, having an unrestricted view as her dress slid up. The Greek god averted his eyes saying, “Forgive me Mistress Sara, for gazing upon your treasures without invite”

Sara had know idea how to respond to that, then lost focus as he twisted his wrist to lift her out. The muscles in his forearm rippled & bulged. Once on her feet she had little idea what to do, turned to watch Carla in hopes of gaining insight.

Sara glanced at Carla, then openly stared unsure what to make of the situation, the woman had her hand up under the loincloth. Blinking back fear, she looked to Cal, half expecting him to be blind with fury, but he was distracted by what looked like, “Twins?”

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Tee was unsure how this adventure spun so horrible out of control, she had started as the puppeteer, now finding herself as the puppet in a bazaar twist of fate. She decided now was the time to convince Sara she was out of her league in this game wondering, “ What the fuck is Carla thinking?”

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Carla had a hold of Scott's massive black cock. She knew he was gay, but was hopeful one day he'd cross over. She was distracted trying to keep an eye on that bitch Tee, knowing she'd soon make a move. She sighed when the woman made it, dropping dick she intercepted Tee, to put her in her place.

She heard Tee say, “Sara” both Dale and Scott looked mortified. Carla in a cold calm voice said, “You Will address her as Mistress Sara. Myself as, Mistress Carla” She took in the look of bewilderment on Tee's face. Watched a hint of defiance shadow her eyes briefly, almost immediately clouding into confusion. Finally resting with exemption. Carla a true believer in kicking a person when their down continued, “Who am I?” Tee spoke in a clear voice, “Mistress Carla”

Carla smiled, “And who it this?” pointing at Sara, Tee's posture went submissive saying, “Mistress Sara” Carla's eyes glinted with a look of...Don't fuck with me! Asking, “What is your purpose here?” Tee answered in full submission, “Whatever is asked of me” Carla turned and addressed Scott, “Take this fluff in & make sure she's marked as property of Mistress Sara” He gave a slight bow saying, “Your wish is my pleasure, Mistress Carla” He bowed to Sara, grabbed Tee arm speaking with contempt, “This way fluff”

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Sara was overwhelmed, she still felt a ting of remorse over Tee. Finding comfort in the words of Carla, “This is what Tee wants, and expects” What staggered her imagination was, two more divine creatures took the place of Scott, and Dale. Once at the door, both kissed by the hand of gods. Then a third appeared as if by magic, handing a ticket to Cal, before driving off with the car. She still felt the sting of embarrassment burning her cheeks. He was a young slender man, close cropped blond hair, shirtless save for a white collar, and black bow tie. His loin was covered with short tight spandex, complete with bulge. Sara's eyes drifted down uncontrollable, he smiled. The spot expanded, forcing her to look anywhere but there.

Crimson rose to her cheeks with Cara's laughing saying, “Dominance has it's privileges! Submission you rut with those your told to.” They walked up the steps, and the grand doors were opened. Entering into a foyer, being greeted by a beautiful young woman. Sara almost gasped, she was scantly dressed, but more important...the woman could be a model, or a person on TV. She held a Guestbook, that Cal signed for all of them, Showing Sara what was written for her.

Mistress Sara.... From...Afar

She looked questionably at that? Cal smiled saying, “Mystic” outright grinning when he handed her a beautiful red half-mask adorned with bright multi-colored feathers. Carla's was white, with black feathers. Cal reached out, and caressed the woman's nipple, she said nothing just excepted it. Carla smiled saying one word, “Dominance”

Sara's head swam feeling the taste of power filling her nostrils with the sweet scent of freedom. Finding for the first time her true calling in life!

Part 2-Liberation

A velvet purple curtain was opened, Sara's first thought was, “Royalty?” Then her newfound confidence eroded a bit thinking, “Will they think I'm a fraud?” Entering a wave of terror gripped her. Sara's faltered step, as the scene unfolded before her alien to any imagination she could conceive.

The room expanded into a great hall. Soft lighting making it difficult to see from end to end. Light music played, more so as background. Intended to make for easy conversation. There was no tables are chairs, but recliners out of a Cleopatra movie & no signaling who was who? All the woman that mattered wore slight masks, other held them by a stick, but masks just the same.

The dress was similar to hers, yet some chose lots of leather. The men were in tuxedos for the most part. Waiters were shirtless, the traditional white collar, and bow-tie, sporting them irresistible spandex.... The waitresses were gowned in a light blue, cut similar to a loincloth. Only tied on the side with small stings, in little bows. The tops were a series of colorful beads woven together, draped over their necks. Side boob, and nipple flashed frequently.

Then there was the third class, pillow fluff like Tee, Sara cringed a little at that automatic thought. They where scatted around the room, both male & female scantly clad. Displaying their treasures to be had. Waiting to be prostituted, by their Masters, or Mistress's for some future favor. Sara wanted to be part of this!

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Carla smiled thinking, “Sara's hooked, but scared” Deciding tonight she'd devout her evening in nurturing this woman. Carla looked at her saying, “Sara, the guests are curious over you, I think the best course of action is to take our couch, and have them come to us.”

Part 3-Interesting People

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Sara was relieved as the made their way though the crowd, until a tall distinguished gentleman stopped them with, “My dear Carla, I'm so honored to see you” He took her hand with elegant grace. Kissed it in the manner of olden day movies saying, “And who is this delightful creature?” turning towards Sara.

The man was 60ish, salt and pepper hair, with a British accent, top hat & monocle. Introducing himself as, “Charles from Boardwalk” as he lightly kissed her hand. Sara giggled, curtsied saying, “I'm Sara from afar” The gentleman smiled impishly, handing her a fancy monopoly, “Get out of jail free” card. It's back had gold-leaf border with a number centered in the middle. Sara looked at the card wondering if it was some kind of joke? As he walked away. Cal laughed saying, “There goes a high priced lawyer, don't be fooled by his antics & he's a sponsor of tonight's affair!”

A young lady approached them, dressed in a modest blue satin gown. Informing them her name was Vicky & would be their hostess for the night. Following in her wake, was a male, and female. Vicky said, “These will be your servants for the evening. If you desire a more specified taste, please send one to find me. They will show you to your accommodations” turned and left.

The threesome was led to an alcove complete with three spacious couches, sitting on a pillow next to one was Tee. Sara had to take a second look realizing, the woman was wearing a leash like a dog. Her demeanor had changed to such an extent it almost made Sara uncomfortable. When Tee jumped up saying, “Mistress” Sara couldn't help thinking, “Shock treatment?” but at the same time felt thrilled.

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Carla was pleased with her handiwork, but she wanted Sara to completely dominate this woman. She felt herself growing wet, at the thought. Normally not a crud talking woman, but at times it can be productive. Said, “Sara have you given thought on what your going to do with your fluff after tonight?” both woman looked looked surprised at the question. She let that sink in, the added, “Tee is no longer your equal, she's content to grovel at your feet”

Carla watched Tee closely, seeing her eyes avert to the floor incomplete subdued, after the last statement. Now it was up to Sara so said, “Sara, Tee is waiting to be dominated, so make her your bitch”

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Sara was distressed on what to do, her inter-being screamed to be released. Looking down at Tee, clad in almost nothing she might as well be nude. Sara then had a thought, “She wanted me to be like that, nothing more than a pawn to others” A sharp pang of anger gripped her thinking, “I'm not like her!” Sara snapped, “Tee, who will be your Mistress tomorrow?” Tee surprised her, by leaning against her leg, in a needy voice said, “You Mistress” Then asked, “Who's property are you?” Tee's voice betrayed excitement with, “Yours Mistress”

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Carla almost creamed herself, she was now so aroused, but wanted more from Sara. So asked her to take a walk for further instructions.

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Sara walked a few paces with Carla, before being confronted by the Monopoly man. He asked if he could have a moment of their time? Watching with a critical eye, at what looked like a large mat was being rolled out in the center of the hall. Catching Sara's eyes as she watched saying, “Entertainment” paused then said, “Who does the slender one belong to?” Sara said, “She's my property” His eyebrow arched dislodging the monocle. It fell to the floor spun momentarily like a coin. His female attendant flung herself down attempting to protect it at all cost. He smiled saying, “Who says good help can't be found?”

Shaking his head to clear the distraction continued, “Normally I allow this..” pointing at the woman on the floor..“To participate, but who wishes to see red wings? Am I right?” Sara had no idea what he was talking about, so just nodded yes. The gentleman smiled saying, “If you could find in your heart to send your girl by. I'd be in your debt” He watched the woman clean his monocle, replaced it, tipped the top hat, and strolled off!”

Part 4-Rising star

Carla was horrified, they were wealthy, but not stupid rich like most these people. It had took years to get into this place. She told Sara, “Remember Tee wants this, be firm”

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Sara went to Tee saying, “I want you to do something for me” Without asking what she agreed.

Vicky returned saying, “They are ready for the woman, please instruct her to strip” After Tee became nude, she took up the leash asking, “May I?” before handing it off to Dale. Sara was semi-jealous seeing him lead her away. Vicky then said, “Please follow me, we have a place reserved”

There was cushioned chairs positioned around the mat, she saw the Monopoly man, he waved then patted the chair seat next to him. Carla looked defiantly jealous! He stood as she approached, waited until she sat, before returning to his seat. He patted her knee saying, “Main course will be served momentarily” Tee and another woman were led in blindfolded. They were in complete contradiction to each other.


Tee tall, slender & small breasted with blond hair. The other woman, dark haired, and short. Sara wanted to call her chubby, but that ship sailed a while back. Her skin was pale, next to Tee's tan almost transparent. Her breast were huge, and saggy, a muffin top spilling over hips.

Monopoly man leaned over using a conspirators tone stated, “I do love a large dumpy woman” Sara once again had a moment of insecurity thinking, “Does he think I'm dumpy?” Charles as if reading her mind, squeezed her knee saying, “No dear, your one of the most beautiful in the room” Sara blushed. The Monopoly man clapped with a chuckle saying “Ah the contest is about to began!” Sara wondered if she should be worried?

Part 5-Rules of Engagement

The mat was sky blue, with a thickness of an inch, it had two white circles in a four foot diameter separated from each other by five foot of blue. Tee and the other woman were placed in opposed circles, then a man in a white tuxedo step onto the mat going to the center. In masterful showmanship, he raised his arms for quiet, and the hall immediately fell silent.

He made a full circle, letting the anticipation build with the pause before saying, “Ladies & Gentleman welcome to our Third annual Whore off!” The ring man waited for the clapping to die before continuing. On the right we have the challenger, fresh off the boat from afar. Weighing in at little to nothing, long legged, with an ass that begs to be bent over. Tee the Tepid! The claps were basically polite. Sara winced thinking, “What rhymes with Tee?”

He turned to the large woman yelled, “And our very own Champion, straight from the gates off hell. Fit to arouse the devil himself! Cora the cunt!” The crowd stood and clapped. The Monopoly man leaned over saying, “Should I place a wager on the underdog?”

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Tee heard the man speaking thinking, “What the fuck” when he stated, “Tee the Tepid” she thought, “Tepid my ass” Listening as his monologue continued, “Our referees for the night, are Mr. Woo, and Mr. Smith. They will now instruct the combatants ”

Tee's blindfold was removed, the dim light seemed unusually bright after total darkness, forcing her to squint. The Asian man was dressed like an NFL Referee, down to the whistle around his neck. She wasn't paying much attention to the point system, until she heard $100, then she politely asked him to start over. He sighed saying, “You'll receive a point for every cock you milk, two if the cum lands on your body, & a $100 for every dick you make pop. On the same token, you lose $50 anytime your hand touches a cock, three time you lose a point. Understand?” Tee said, “You bet your ass I do”

She leaned around him to see her opponent muttering, “That fat fucking bitch” Watching a man in a tuxedo, manacling her hands behind her back. Tee blurted out, “I want that too” The referee smiled kindly saying, “I'm sorry, but only your Mistress can do that”

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Charles was explaining the rules to Sara, when she saw the other woman's hands restrained behind her back, saying with anger, “That's not fair” The Monopoly man said, “My dear only you may restrain your property” Grinning broadly said, “I'm sure we could find a pair if your so inclined?” Not sure what to do or say, Sara looked at Tee swore she mouthed “Please” Sara looked at the man and said, “Yes I'd like a pair” He whispered in someones ear, & a pair magically appeared. He smiled brightly pointing towards Tee saying, “Please only you can do the honorers”

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Carla dribbled when Sara was handed hand restraints. She had such a desire to be holding a switch in her hand, with an unblemished ass before her. She pinched her legs together, pushed the thought aside. Returning to the present! Leaning over whispered to Cal, “What are the odds against Tee this round?” Cal responded with 3:1, smiling she waved, an attendant rushed to her side, she told him, “Put a thousand on Tee the Tepid for round one” He wrote it on paper, handing it to her to sign. She smiled seeing Cal do the same.

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Sara almost felt nauseous having to go out there alone, Charles smiled compassionately saying, “I'm sorry my dear, that would be so unladylike” He removed the cuffs from her fingers saying, “Such a mundane task” Handed them to an attendant saying, “You may just instruct” The Monopoly man looked around daring someone to object. He stood helped Sara to her feet, kissed her hand leaning in whispered, “Would you mind if, I made a small token wager in your name?” Sara was forced to say, “I failed to bring money” & blushed. Smiling he said, “My treat”

Sara's heart raced as she stepped onto the mat, knowing she now had the full focus of everyone in the room, realizing they wanted entertainment. Sara swallowed the lump in her throat & tried to look regal.

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Tee watch Sara waltz over, surprised at using the term, “Waltz” She looked so elegant & hot. Her thoughts turned to, “How'd I miss that?” Her next shock came when Sara said in a strong clear voice, “On your knees bitch”

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Carla's hand, drifted to her lap, yanking it away like a hot poker realizing she almost started masturbating. Instead pinched her legs & squished again!

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Tee dropped to her knees, finding this treatment from Sara was arousing. She heard Sara's instructions to the man, felt her hands bound behind her back. A little disappointing on not receiving a pep talk as Sara turned to leave. Then as if she read her thoughts Sara stopped, turned, grabbed her chin saying, “Don't you dare disappoint me” Tee grinned saying, “Don't worry Mistress, I'll out whore the fat bitch”

The odds dropped to 2:1

 

Great writing Abej as usual quite the cast of characters chasing after Sara & Tee
I'll be waiting for the rest you pulchritudinous little lady!

 

Chapter Five

Part 1-Round one

When Sara returned to her seat. Monopoly man stood & clapped saying “Bravo” Instructions still being gave. In the arena. People were wondering around making wagers & small talk. A few of the bolder ones approached Sara in hopes of gaining inside information. She found delight with the attention.

The ring man asked if both combatants were ready? The tuxedo man behind the large woman gave a thumbs up. Monopoly man smiled saying your turn, Sara blushed then raised her thumb.

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Tee was watching the woman across from her wondering, “How in the hell, she could win three years in a row?” Almost peeing herself when the woman spit out her teeth. The ring man said, “Contestants to your feet” Tee sprang up like a coiled snake. Landing on her toes with the feline grace of a cat. She watch the cow wobble around, until two attendants hurried out to give assistance.
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Sara leaned over to Charles asking, “Is that legal?” watching them help the larger woman to her feet. He smiled, “She can be rendered assistance until the match begins” Both on their feet. There was a commotion behind her, as men filed into view! Sara was mystified by the collection of human flesh? Tall, short, slim & chubby. Representing the full spectrum of the male species. Then she realized none would be your first or second choice. If you just wanted to get laid.

Sara wondered, “Why so many? No one could suck that many cocks in twenty minutes!” Then her question was answered, seeing a number of them bolt. Overwhelmed by the sight of so many people. They were all dressed in a mixture of underwear; boxers, tight-whities. A few even came cameo, she almost laughed seeing, Batman & Superman stretch across a field of blue. They walked in. Knelt around the mat to keep from obstructing the view of the onlookers.

Sara turned to the Monopoly man to ask a question, but he had an uncanny ability to know the question before asked. Laughed saying, “My Dear, you'd be surprised how easy it is to clear out a bar, With the offer of free beer & a blowjob”

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Tee watch the men pore in, the caliber was assorted. Many having to pay for the honor of sex in the past. They were timid. Having no clue about the opposite sex. Their faces replaced by dollar signs. Tee thought, “Easy money!” The ring man said, “Contestants to the middle of the ring” In the swing of things she bounced to the center like a prizefighter, her counterpart waddled to the middle. The ring man said, “You've both been instructed on the rules. At the sound of the horn you may commence sucking!” He paused in the art of showman ship,“Now bump your boobs, and return to your prospective circles”

Tee missed the class in school about low center of gravity & the cow put her on her ass. Coming in low she lifting her massive breast, sending Tee off her feet. Tee walked back staring daggers over her shoulders with nothing more, than wounded pride.

Part 2-The sound of Battle

Tee even after being blindsided, returned to her circle first, with the agility of an acrobat. Dropped to her knees waiting for the horn to sound. She watched the cow squat saying, “Are you here to shit, or suck dick?” The wagering intensified! Tee watched her rock back and forth building momentum. Wishing she'd fall the wrong way...flat on her back. The cow, at the right time shifted her head forward, creating a direction change. Landing her heavily on her knees. The sight was anything but pleasant, everything momentarily jiggled. Tee smiled thinking, “That should shrink a few dicks”

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Sara was embarrassed when Tee made the comment about the woman shitting! Not sure how well the statement would be received? The Monopoly man said, “Well played my Dear” as if it was her, calling the shots. Then she had a morbid thought, “I hope he doesn't expect sex from me?” He got that look smiled saying, “No my Dear I don't, but please do blush for me” Sara's face turned crimson!

They rolled out two large digital clocks set at twenty minutes, placing them on either end. The bold green numbers soon to be clicking down. Then a Oversize chalkboard followed to keep individual scores. The ring man walked up to Sara asking, “Will you do the honors?” Sara had no idea what that meant? Allowed him to escort her to the edge of the mat. She was handed a spray can. With a red trigger. Still clueless what to do? The ring man leaned in whispering, “Point it in the air & squeeze the trigger” What happened next was chaos!

She pointed the can into the air & squeezed! The sound was deafening & scared a year of life from her. Sara dropped it as if she was holding a snake. Nobody saw or cared...these elegant people turned into a pack of wild animals. They were screaming out the names of their perspective wage. Almost as if were watching caged fighters...not dick suckers. Sara soon became caught up in the madness. Not the least put off when someone decided to cop a feel of her ass....during the opening seconds.

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Tee wasted no time when the foghorn sounded. An short nerdy fella stood before her with coke bottle glasses. He stood before her still clad in underwear, Tee said, “Drop them buddy” he was scared and timid. Wasting to much precious time, the clock had ticked down 1:01, before finally having them around his knees. Now he stood with his hands covering his privates, looking unsure what to do? Tee in a begging tone said, “Please I want you so bad” that galvanized him into action.

He plunged his dick into the warm wet beckoning cavern, Tee tasted the salty residue of pre-cum, pulled hard...Heard the whistle blow once. Indicating the cow pooped a cork! Pissed Tee said around the cock, “Cum in my mouth & I'll bite your dick off” She worked her tongue, and six seconds later he whipped it out. Tee felt a warm spray eject onto her forehead. The whistle blew twice, indicating a body shot. Tee screamed, “Next!”

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Sara was now completely enthralled with the contest. For the first time truly understood why people became emotional caught up in football. She would never understand that game, but now able to understand the excitement it created. She felt dread when the other woman scored first, but then Tee not only scored, but made two points.

At the sound of two blasts of the whistle, many looked baffled & shocked. Even the cow released the second cock to look with concern....before retrieving & engulfing it. Monopoly man leaned over saying, “Looks like I backed the right horse” Sara's lips worked into a pout saying, “You bet on Cora?” He out right laughed saying, “Why no my Dear, I wagered on your Tee” Charles looked around the quietly whispered, “Truth of the matter, we give our participants...an incentive of $25 to ejaculate in the mouth”

Sara thought, then said, “Is that fair?” He immediately responded with, “Fair? Seems our horse found something more dear than $25. Hmm?”

Sara looked around the hall. The racket was still loud, but not the fervor pitch as it was at the start. Her eyes widened as she saw a lot of pillow fluff on their knees. Servicing the elite, having a revelation: When it came to sex, rules be damned! Carla's chair was empty, but Cal had what looked like the Twins on their knees. Her eyes narrowed hearing him cheering on, “Cora”

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The Monopoly man watched the woman beside him both intrigued & mesmerized. He knew her not to be an woman of culture. Yet with each tick of the clock learned, adapted, then adjusted. Like a dry sponge absorbing water! Her dress was off the rack trash, but she wore it with grace. More so than these arrogant money grubbers, in their designer labels. He smiled at the thought, “Sara was completely oblivious to the idea. The Wolf had lifted his leg, marking his territory after their first brief encounter. Glancing down taking in her shapely legs, set ablaze by the short red dress deciding, “Sara needs to divulge in unrestricted sin tonight”

Sara's eyebrows frowned slightly. The whistle blew once, then moments later gave two sharp tweets. The Monopoly man followed her gaze, she softly sighed. Smiling he whispered into the ear of his ever present hostess & she hurried off. A few minutes later. Sara smiled radiantly, jumped to her feet yelling, “Referee are you blind?” clueless to the fact she flashed the room!

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Carla fancied herself to be a “Hot Wife” after the double tap of the whistle. She lost all inhibition grabbing the first man she saw. Half-way to her couch saw another. Laying hold of him too. Praying she could get Sara...to let Tee clean her goo filled pussy!

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# Four just left, unfortunately he was so excited he jammed he's dick in her left eye, before he lost his load. Temperately blinding her with thick creamy sperm. Tee closed her eyelid, causing cum to stream down her cheek like tears. Her vision momentarily looked foggy with haze. The fifth man appeared unexpectedly, he grabbed her hair jamming a massive cock in. Tee gagged, tilted her head up attempting to allow it to slide deeper. She heard the cows whistle sounding over her gags!

Part 4-The Challenge

Time was becoming an issue, for better or worse she was committed, knowing she wouldn't see another cock until he blew his top decided, “Desperate measures must be taken. First & foremost Tee was unbelievably aroused over this form of treatment...being used like a burka slut. The thought of holding the title of, “Ultimate Whore” drove her into a frenzy. Her pussy dripped & dribbled down her inter-thigh. Having a cock shoved in her now, would drive her insane.

The small voice of reason fled propelling into action. Tee came off her knees into a squat leaning in closer, the massive member completely filled her throat. Choking off the air supply, she gagged. It started low, working it's way up until it flowed into her throat. That only seemed to encourage him, filling him with an excitement tinged. With brutal rage, her hair was pulled savagely. He pushed his body in attempting to engulfing Tee's nostrils with his beer induced belly.

Tee's eyes grew dim, in a last ditch effort leaned back, he followed refusing to let up. Prohibiting her from falling backwards. With nothing left to lose. Tee dragged her juice filled pussy down his leg. It proving to be the catalyses for eruption. Tee heard an animalistic groan & spastic small pumps. With the release of hot liquid into the back of her throat. She felt it's trek, as it oozed down resting in her stomach. Unsure if the warm glow was from the sperm or being on the verge of blacking out?
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Art enjoyed looking into the fear of a woman's eyes, as he choked, and gagged her. Finding it very gratifying, boosting his ego. He saw the fear in this whores eyes, becoming unsettle when it changed to determination. Art wanted to put his hands around her throat & throttle the slut into submission. The rules explained in the other room, much to his distress prevented that. Earlier he had looked on, watching all those dick-less pussy's, giving her kid-gloved treatment. Growing angrier with each splash to her body...Art desired to punish her!

He grinned at successfully cutting off her air supply, now it was only a matter of time before the cunt passed out. She arched back. He laughed like a maniac thinking, “Your not going to get away bitch!” Art matched her movements, pressing in & holding tight nonyielding. He felt her lift up on her legs. He savagely twisted hair, holding her face in place then....thought, “Fuck me” The whore pushed her pussy against his leg.

Art was astonished, as he felt the juiced drenched lips on his leg, her inter-thigh lubricated by the discharge. Sliding down like a well oiled gear. The second press & grind broke him thinking “Shit the whore is trying to orgasm as she as she is passing out” The volcano exploded at the summit. He howled like an animal!

The referee blew his whistle once yelled, “Go” then “Next” Art stood dumbfounded, the referee repeated his order, “Go”

Part 5-Foul

The Monopoly man jumped to his feet, for the first time his cool cracked yelling, “Foul” soon the call was repeated. The referee threw a yellow flag giving three toots on his whistle. The other ref blew his signaling a point for the cow, then the clock stopped! He leaned over telling Sara, “My Dear, only you may argue the case. You may select a second to accompany you” He almost laughed when she turned saying, “Then you'll accompany me” Far from a request. He followed a younger woman out onto the mat flushed with anger. Without the earlier hesitation she exhibited earlier!

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Sara tried to be graceful as she closed the space between her & the ref. Unfortunately anger prevented that! She stomped hands to her side, fist balled. The others sensed the tension, so excitement built. Drawing people back for another form of entertainment!

The ref explained, “ The man refused to leave, so 22 seconds will be added to the clock. Agreed?” Sara looked at Cora's board saying, “No, he expelled his load after the flag landed, it does not count!” The man in the tuxedo blurted out, “Who does this trollop......” never finishing...

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Gerard stared in disbelieving knowing that so caught up in the excitement he crossed the line by calling this woman a name in open forum like this. The place went quite...in expectation of her response. Like piranhas in a pool. He saw her fist relaxing as she lifted her arms. Wincing back a little expecting a slap......instead she simply adjusted his bow-tie saying, “Much better”

Gerard hurriedly apologized to the woman, her response was in good nature, “Please, when in the excitement of a moment, we do have a tendency to run off at the mouth” He slightly bowed, then said to the referee, “Remove the point & reset the clock” Then the woman gave him a shewed look, before turning to Charles....

Part 6-In for a Penny, Exacting a pound

Charles heard, “Mr. Monopoly man of Boardwalk, may I ask a small favor? Does your earlier offer still stand?” He laughed at her boldness thinking, “My god, she keeps evolving” pleased at the gasped she created by having the nerve call him, Monopoly man! He answered, “My dear Sara, ask what you wish” Surprised at the request!

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Sara smiled at catching Charles unaware. Her bravery was due to the fact she realized she couldn't afford this place & probably never be asked back. Only wanting the most out of this experience as possible.

She looked at Gerald, then the clock & back to him asking, “May I call you Gerald?” He nodded yes. She continued with, “I'd like to make a personal wager with you, if your so inclined?” His eyes arch in interest saying, “Go ahead?” Sara said, “My whore will not only pop the top of the next man, but do so on her body” He saw 26 seconds on the clock asking, “How much?” Sara being a frivolous woman answered, “$100” he readily agreed.

The new wager caused a stir in the clientele, and within seconds the odds were 6:1 against Tee. Sara thought of an old Bogart movie. Seeing a bunch of gangsters manning a line of phones taking bets...Smiling. Her second request answered when two chairs were put behind her champion. Although she only asked for one. The question of the other was answered, when Monopoly man sat in the other one smiling, “After all I did find myself a second!”

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Tee found herself back on her knees wondering, “If it was wonderful strategy on Sara's part, or just dumb luck?” She had regained her breath in the pause of the foul & her strength restored again. She heard the wager, smiled knowingly it being a sucker bet in her favor. Seeing the man before her if using the proper incentive. The horn sounded & Batman stood before her!

He was a dorky little dude wearing Batman panties under his trousers. This whole time jacking his teeny-weeny pecker during the delay. It showing residue of pre-cum shining on the end. Tee just said in a needy voice, “Please stick your finger in my pussy, so I can orgasm” The request was to much for him to deal with. Batman ruptured prematurely slashing Tee's breasts as he bent over to comply. The whistle blasted twice in triumphant. Leaving 18 seconds remaining on the clock

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Sara stood in victory, behind Tee as the cheers washed over her....

Chapter 6

Sara waved the next man away, able to show generosity in an uneven contest. Actually hoping Cora could obtain another point. At the sound of the double tap, she sat back on her hunches, signaling defeat. The final score. 11 to 8 in Tee's favor proving once again quality triumphant over quantity! Still impressed by sucking 8 cocks, in that limited time. Sara looked around the room wondering, if anyone else in the place could. She knew it was a feat beyond her.

Sara thrived in the attention, as congratulations pored in. Individuals converged each wanting to bask in her glory in an morbid way. She leaned over to the Monopoly man whispering, “What's round two?” he looked a little confused at first. Before answering, “Nothing to do with your pet. Shall we take a walk? After all they do need to clear this area for more entertainment” Sara looked at Tee then hesitated. Charles gave a sympathetic nod saying, “Of course you need to deal with your property first” He whispered to his hostess, she nodded & Vicky magically appeared.

Getting to Tee proved difficult, a crowd had settled around her. They were viewing her like a prize animal, her body still glistening from spilled gooey liquid. Sara collected Tee, following Vicky to a room wondering, “Where all the female guest had disappeared to?”

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Carla hurried to Sara's side thinking, “I created this woman” Never giving thought to the idea...that Sara achieved the rest on her own. Carla's hair was in disarray, she adjusted her dress pasties removed in her hurry to return to the floor. Her lust unfulfilled having to leave her two young men. After finding Sara's whore was going to win. She regretted leaving early & hoped it went unnoticed by Sara. She shot daggers at Cal for not attending the victory. Only interested in the twins.

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Sara entered a dressing room, complete with shower in adjoining area. The room gave off an Victorian air. Rich polished oak paneling ran from deep blue plush carpet three foot up. It blossoming into vivid multi-colored floral patterned wallpaper. The only furniture was an over-sized couch done in light blue velvet, plus a well-lit vanity with matching stool. The vanity held every imaginable idem a woman could want. In the corner sat a garment rack. Filled with lingerie of all colors. She was told to select one for Tee, then Vicky removed a brown garment bag saying, “Complements of Mr. Charles”

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Carla stopped looking thru the lingerie, gasping at the gift. She waited in anticipation as Sara exposed it, before selecting one for herself. She explained to Sara, “Most guest are now changing into something more comfortable.”

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Sara hesitated! Then seeing Carla change into a sheer white gown. With nothing more than g-strings, took a deep breath then changed. Looking in the mirror she felt.........“Desirable”

Part 2-The flower Blooms

Charles waited for the woman, she was a pleasant distraction. From the first time he laid eyes on her when she entered the building. Running into her was a calculated event. The look on her features showed amusement at his antics. Whereas others looked on in fear...of insulting him. He insistently started manipulating her. At first because he could...then the manipulation turned to something else?

He smiled at the girl he groomed to take on the champ. Clair was 20 & willing to use her body to gain a better lifestyle. He had people scour the net for such as her. Willing to do anything for a upscale apartment. Car to drive & no job. Over the last few months, she practiced sucking a few hundred dicks. He held high hopes on her! Charles took her out of the competition in favor of Sara's pet. Never dreaming she could actually win. He smiled like a shark waved Clair over whispered into to her ear his instructions. Her eyes grew wide like two saucers. Surprise blossomed momentarily, then acceptance as she left to do her Masters bidding. Monopoly man gave her no other thought as she left. Gazing back to the door Sara entered.

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Sara felt slutty as she reentered the hall wondering if it was the proper attitude? She took another deep breath stepping out!

Part 3-The Gray wolf

Charles perpetual smile cracked as Sara entered the room. Replaced momentarily with surprise seeing her wearing his gift. He recovered quickly filled with pleasure, seeing the other guest turn. Look, then whisper. The gown thou meant for another, but was made for her. Most the clientele changed, into a mishmash of whorish slut wear. Made of leather & lace, see-thou & slutty. Showing all the treats. Without an air of anticipation. Carla stood beside her in a white transparent gown, you saw it all. Nothing left to image. He wondered what Sara would of selected? Without his intervention?

The gown was red sheer silk dropping to her ankles. Smiling to see bare feet. Cut in the style of a halter. Draped around her neck, falling over the woman's breast. Ample cleavage showed. It's paleness emphasized with the color. Making her unique in the land of tans. Her nipples pierced the thin fabric. Surrounded by the little bumps of arousal jumping from her areola. It's final feature, was the slit up the side. Usually high giving little whispers of cheek as she stepped. His intention was to have her come to him. Charles winced as she was soon surrounded by well wishers. Making that impossible. His last image of her was a soft smile & wave aimed at him before...being blocked from his view.

Smiling the wolf changed plans & began to stalk!

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Sara was self contentious of all the attention, unsure where to go from here? Carla being unhelpful with the way she hovered. Sara saw Charles, waved then was almost smothered. People pressed in putting business & personal cards in her hand. Sara was thankful when Vicky stepped in saying, “Please, bring the invites to me. I'll be handling Sara's calendar for her. The presser somewhat eased.

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Carla underwent a whirlwind of emotion, starting at jealousy with Sara becoming instantly more popular. Then it moved to envy. She was a socialite so it changed to, “How may I use this to my benefit?” She hurried off to find Cal. She had a plan!

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The wolf moved in, the pack parted with little yips. Most eyes cast down, not insinuating a challenge. A few wannabes momentarily held their ground. From the overpowering scent of heat...emulating off the bitch in red. Young cohorts whispering little yeps of encouragement into one young wolf's alcohol induced mind. As he stepped forward to confront the old gray wolf. For the right of the sweet smelling bitch. “Alone?” His small pack has slunk away. Courage eluded him. Replaced with fear, his knees trembled. The old wolf growled saying, “Mr. Mason, may I be of help?” The pup stammered, “I just wish to congratulate, Miss Sara” The gray wolf's eyes narrowed in warning saying, “Please do!” The pup did so, then hurried off to hide in the crowd for safety.

Charles took Sara's hands remarking, “My Dear, you look divine” She blushed, before doing a full circle. Allowing him to drink in her beauty thinking, “Such a trophy!” Smiling Charles said, “My Dear, this is a place of sin. Are you inclined to participate in it?” Her face was flush with excitement. Breasts heaving with every breath. Sara's voice took on a husky sound of arousal as she uttered the word, “Yes” The crimson returned, flooding her features.

The Monopoly man said, “My Dear, I have took the liberty of arranging a private buffet in honor of your victory” Sara looked surprised. He continued, “Unfortunately with victory comes obligation” Charles smiled at the look of concern she showed thinking, “Sara wears her emotions on her sleeves” With pleasure adding, “Entertainment has been put together, we will wander around making our presents know. Then I'll leave you to your own devices”

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Sara was revealed that sex was off the table with him, not that she wouldn't. It was she just wanted, “Sin” blushing at the idea. Her body was on fire, each light unintended brush ageist her brought tremors of delight. Monopoly man held his arm out to her & she took it. Allowing herself to be escorted off... Into the unknown, “Of the Sin Palace”

Part 4-The Pleasure of Sin

Carla in her search for Cal entered a room, the center stage brightly lit with floodlights. Creating a dimly lit area for the audience to watch unrestricted. Her eyes soon adjusted to the poor light. She spied Cal on a couch with the twins. Making her way towards him she was momentarily distracted with the braying of a donkey. Eyes inadvertently drawn to the sound, saw Cora on her knees once again thinking, “Punishment for losing?”

The donkey was gray, with a white underbelly, and muzzle covered with a small object preventing accidental bites. He wasn't huge, leaning more towards miniature. That is until you glanced at his unfurled cock reaching for the floor. Tipped with an humongous bulb. Cora had a firm hold of the shaft, mouth opened, it slowly disappeared. Cheeks puffing out as it took it's place of honor inside. Carla became mesmerized, a small wet ache flowed between her legs. The donkey brayed in what sounded like pleasure, breaking the spell. She hurried over to Cal.

Clara push a twin away making room for her to sit. The donkey once again making a long happy bray. She knew now was the time to focus. Soon feeling light tender kisses caressing her knee, as hands attempted to part her legs. Her mind was flooded with a new form of taboo, “Sisters” as she watched one caressed the others breast with passion. Desire penetrating her very being. She allowed her legs to be opened, feeling the kisses advance. Clara's eyes move towards the stage in bliss thinking, “It can wait!” moaning softly.

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Sara was led to the middle of the hall. Surprised to see the mat removed, replaced with oversize couches. Clientele milling watching fantasies unfold. One couch held a young woman with an assortment of objects of all sizes & colors. Creating a rainbow of delight. They watch as she removed, a bright blue sphere. With a handle from her anus. Sara winced a little when she selected a red & yellow of the same design. Only it was twice the size. Sara unconsciously clenched her butt cheeks. Relieved by the disturbance, her pet Tee caused on delivery.

Sara was pleased seeing Tee in the outfit she selected, not yet fully understanding the true meaning of “Mistress” yet. It was a soft blue baby-doll halter. That's bottom turning into a lacy short petticoat. It played peekaboo with her cheeks as she moved. The blue cups offering sanctuary. Forbidding the viewing of ripe nipples, unless compelled. Thin fabric shaped like an upside down triangle ran from breast to skirt. Etched with tiny white strings. Her body was tanned & toned from the year at the commune. With her height gave the illusion of a tall & slender woman. Sara's eyes finally rested on an added accessory...red collar. the same color as her gown. It was attached to a black leash. Her eyes followed it. Sara made a small intake of breath seeing it held by the man...who help her out of the car.

He was the same...yet different! Long hair now pulled back in a ponytail. Loincloth discarded in favor of the sleek tight black spandex. Willing her eyes under duress. to move from the large weapon. It's fabric was unable to conceal. She tried to focus on the white collar & black bow-tie, but her eyes drifted to his pecs. Which led to a rippling abdomen. Being just a short jump to the weapon below once more. Sara felt alive, she wanted unadulterated sin...Finding sheer joy in her wetness. Tearing her eyes away looked once more at the young woman on the couch thinking, “Holy cow, that ones bigger than my fist!”

Part 5-Different forms of Sin

Charles nodded with approve at Sara's choice of apparel for her pet. He watch with interest as she tried to hide her want for the young man. It made manipulation so much easier, waving off the exchange of Tee. The young man now followed obediently, in charge of the leash. Sara glancing back now & then with eyes full of lust, “Perfect” Now all that's remaining, is the pawning off of her pet!

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he second couch also held a single occupant, but this time a male masturbating. As Sara looked on she found it unappealing. The man was short & fat. He had wild eyes and an unkempt beard that made him look scruffy. She was amazed that so many looked on. So she took a closer look, then understood why. His penis was well, “Different” It was no more than six inches in length, but the diameter was greater than her arm. Swollen like some over ripened fruit. He was standing on the couch. With massive balls the size of softballs stretching the sack almost to his knees. She was compelled to look back once. As the Monopoly man led her away!

The last couch was cordoned off with velvet ropes on silver stands. Noisy with leering shouts of obscenities, as Charles led her in a different direction. Wondered about the two armed security guards? Charles smiled answering, “It holds the earlier participants. Contains beer & entertainment. A promise kept” He shook his head continuing, “Best not getting to close!”

He went up a wide staircase carpeted in royal blue onto a large landing with a single hallway...with doorways sprinkling either side. Sara looked on with a questioning glance. Charles assured her. Each room hosted a thyme to satisfy any taste” They walked down three door on the left. Reaching for the door smiled saying one word, “Mistress” as he led her in.

Part 6-Unbridled Hand

Sara thought she was ready for anything. Thankful the stage was brightly lit & the room very dim hiding her shock. Monopoly man led her to a seat closest to the stage. The sharp sound echoing off the walls. He waited for her to sit, then took his own seat. Tee and the man sat on the floor to either side of her. An wave of arousal flowing thru her...his arm accidentally brushed her leg?

Sitting on a raised platform was a chair then Sara thought, “No more of a throne?” Built out of stout mahogany it's legs touching the floor. Carved in the likeness of a great cat. Claws outstretch in a menacing manner. The grand back had the image of two serpents intertwined. Fanged heads overshadowing the woman's head. Ready to strike at any who approached.

The woman was of great bulk, Adorned in leather straps & massive silver buckles. Her breast spewed out without restraint. As two jiggling masses of flesh. Her large nipples turned down by gravity. On her lap laid an young healthy woman...bare as the day she was born. The large paw lifted, fell with an morbid grace. Palm striking the girls ass with a thunderclap. Strobe light flashed making lighting. The mighty arm lifted. Sara looked into the face of the girl surprised at seeing, anticipation & the essence of pleasure etched in her features. Thunder sounded, then lighting flashed & the woman smiled at the pain.

Sara felt fingertips lightly caress her inter-thigh, as Tee kissed her leg. Looking down the face held a longing. Sara wondering if this aroused Tee? Then she felt shivers as another hand stroked her ankle. Smiling the man gently kissed her exposed leg. Sara swallowed a moan!

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Charles was very pleased hearing Sara's slight moan, not yet ready to yield her up in pleasure. He looked down seeing Tee's hand had disappeared, stroking the fires of the woman's desires thinking, “She must go!” The man on the other hand was instructed to fuel the fire. Keeping it a controlled burn. The look on the pets face, showed an fascination for this type of brutality? “Was a taste in order?” he thought.

The Monopoly man leaned over ran his finger along Sara's shoulder surprised at the trail of goosebumps that followed in it's wake. Whispering in her ear saying, “Your pet is aroused by this”

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Sara's first thought was, “That is ludicrous” looking down at Tee. Shocked at the gaze of anticipation returned. Unable to understand the needs of others? Sara excepted the fact that after knowing her some, she could be weird, so said, “Your next, go”

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Tee looked up in surprise hearing Sara say, “Go” Climbing to her feet she slowly headed to the throne, She heard the sound of thunder, then the flash of lighting. Each step bringing her closer. Realizing she was becoming aroused. The proof laid in the trickle her pussy created. She started mounting the steps into the light. The large woman saw her & unceremoniously dumped the girl off her lap. Tee watched her scamper off the stage.

Tee stood before the woman...excited at being center stage once more. Deciding in her heart to give a show. Being spanked wasn't her first preference of arousal, but she hardly minded. Knowing the key ingredient for a proper spanking was anger. So she whispered to the woman, “What ya got hag?

Part 6-Heavy Handed

The woman in leather blinked at the defiance, curling her lips back in a cruel smile thinking, “Such an unexpected treat” Gertrude didn't belong in this crowd. Far from it, she was more of a teacher! Losing count of all the Masters & Mistress she'd instructed from here. Some would bring pets to her & she'd test their resolve. Saving both time & money. Money was the key to these people. They had no problem spending huge sums of it....but never wasted it. They'd bring a man or woman & after a day. Gertrude would know if they was worth the expense, making her that much more desired.

She didn't believe in a “Safe word! If they didn't like the treatment, get the fuck out” She looked at The Defiant one. Pointed a pudgy finger in her direction, curling it into an come to me jester. Gertrude smile wickedly saying in a horse voice, “If you dare” Her other hand patting her lap. She watched the Defiant one...chin lifted in arrogance. It brought forth a thrill in anticipation. The girl laid across her lap, in obedience. She snickered saying, “Will you make it thru 15 licks?” then cackled like a hen.

Gertrude examined Tee's ass...as a butcher would a slab of meat. Looking for the best cuts. She smiled seeing the a small derriere. Firm, tight & without extra fat. Thinking, “I can work with this” The large artist of the ass, ran her finger across a cheek. Lingering at, then down the crack. Parting the cheeks. Finding an anus pink & puckered. Annoyed at the rules that governed her in this place thinking. “Plug & slap?” giggling wild eyed. She continued examining....she felt the rooms tension as it rose.

Raising her arm, the pudgy fingers created a small cup & the hand hovered. All eyes transfixed on it in anticipation. Momentum increased as it started to descend. On contact with flesh, a loud sharp crack sounded. Echoing off the walls...then strobes flashed leaving clientele blind.

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Tee was in a state of bliss...all eyes cast upon her tamed backside. Irritated at the erotic way the fingers caressed her ass. It creating chills, pulling heat & longing. Her breath caught. Eyes closed she choked down a moan. Realizing her irritation was do to being aroused by the hag. Cheeks parted, feeling an light breeze sweep across her anus. Pushing down the urge, to pooching her ass skyward....instead bit her lip.

The hand was removed, the room was dead still. Tee waited, time paused, ticking ever so slowly. With a uncomprehending suddenness, the hand made contact with flesh. Tee's ears registered the sound, but then......Burning hot fire sheered in a small area. The embers of pain spread. Tentacles of molten lava traveling on nerve ends...exploding throughout her brain. Tee had been spanked in the past, but never with such fury...She felt alive.....Wanting more!

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Sara cringed at the sound, it was a brutal noise. The strobes momentarily blinding her. Spots appeared behind her eyes, before the vision cleared. Ten seconds past, then the hammer fell again. Thunder sounded...followed by blinding lighting. She started rising to her feet, stopping the madness hearing Tee moan. The word, “Pain” flooding though her mind...Then Tee groaned, “More.....Harder!” The next sound she heard was clapping in appreciation of Tee. Sara remains seated!

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The artist hand raised, studying the canvas blotched with red, mixed with crimson. Surveying the area in which to strike next, hesitated at the word, “More” Disbelief mingled with anger when the word, “Harder” was uttered. Her hand slammed down. Saw a small bruise appear. She cackled in pleasure. It turning to horror when the crowd yelled, “Four” Each time her hand dropped, more clientele picked up the cadence, “Five....Six...Seven..” The sound of the count echoing louder, than the thunder! In an attempt to hush the crowd, she signaled her assistant to brighten the strobes. Now they lit every corner with brilliant flashing light. So bright even she saw spots. “Eight....Nine....” The noise was deafening. Drawing others from different rooms. Curious at the sound emitting from the third door down. At the count of eight. Standing room only...by ten..the door, left wide open. With eyes peeking in.

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Sara blinked in horror realizing she too had become caught up in the count. So blivet to her surroundings! Only now became aware of a hand sliding between her thighs. Coaxing a wetness higher up, she moaned. Another finger lightly traced her right nipple, it responded with a pointed blossoming erect, sending an sensual tingle throughout. No long concerned with, “Whom it belonged to”

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Tee felt the waves of pain flowing to every part of her body. Ebbing, then increasing with every drop of the paw. She heard the screams of, “Eight....Nine....” Then on “Ten” the strong feeling of arousal...intermingled, caressing the pain. Tee's mind struggling with the concept. Pain would explode in her mind. Sending back an signal of pleasure. Tee contentiously pinched her pussy, squeezing the enter-mussels. Felt the juices froth, escaping with little bubbles. The fire moved from her ass, to pussy! “Eleven” was almost silent then, “Twelve” her body exploded!

The ultimate orgasm shook her body. Emitting out like a butterfly leaving it's cocoon. The mind desperately warring sending pain down into every reciprocal. The pleasure battling, quelling, then moving up. Finally smothering the fires of pain. Warping them into undeniable pleasure. Tee moaned then wiggle in unquenchable desire. Her mouth started muttering between moans, “More...More...” Her mind unable to believe her body, “Finger?”

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On “Thirteen” the bitch started thrashing in escape. Gertrude smiled in contempt & triumphant. When she heard, “More” Disbelief floored her. She had never had someone orgasm with such brutish treatment. She had brought pleasure though pain, but it was a processes over time. An orgasm was coaxed out. This on the other hand was created by pure pain. “Fourteen” her finger drifted down to a bubbling pussy, penetrating. Shocked as the ass lifted. The hand met flesh on “Fifteen” greeted with a cheer. Only this time not for her. Gertrude pushed the whore off her lap.

Part 7-Moving On

Tee landed with a plunk, tenderly raising to her feet. The pleasure of the orgasm slowly fading replaced with a deep down fire. As Tee walked of the stage she wonder, “Is this what they meant by...She walks like a corncob shoved up her ass?” Surprised she could still giggle at her joke!

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Charles motives was purely selfish as he whispered into his ever present, hostesses ear. His finger still feeling the sensation of every bump & curve of Sara's nipple. He knew that was the last time he'd take pleasure in the taste of her body...For tonight anyway! As she put her arm around her pet leading her with a tenderness...he was unable to comprehend.

The hostess returned with two handsome men. Pretty boys, pillow fluff, as Sara joined him. In an compassionate voice of the courtroom said, “Sara dear, your pet has performed above all expectation” Smiling, at receiving the woman's undivided attention continued, “May I suggest, you allow these two young men to accompany her back to your couch & administrate much deserved care” The Monopoly man paused, “Maybe some wine, or something stronger? As her Mistress...surly it seems well deserved?”

Then Tee responded as he hoped, her features took on an air of want. Sara's face filled with compassion & allowed Tee to leave with the pillow fluff. Charles whispered a suggestion into Sara's ear. Pleased she took it as her own saying to Tee, “Feel free to indulge in anything rest the night” Seeing the pet smiling broadly. Charles thought, “Impressive”

Knowing Sara was ripe with heat, decided to deny it a little longer thinking, “Sara needs to engage in something special, something uninhibited & she's not blinded by lust yet” So he took her arm leading her towards...yet another room. Signaling the man to take more liberties.

 

Abej you've written a long impassioned story, you're characters and thoughts all blended together inside your wonderful mind!

Don't stop

 

What a wonderful story!

 

Had to look and see if there were any additions Abej, can't rush perfection though so I'll enjoy the wait

 

Had almost a month without internet...so wrote

Chapter 7

Part 1-What the Hell?

Sara's body was screaming with desire. Her thigh still felt the soft caresses. Heat still emanated from her nipple & areora. Cleavage flush with excitement. The fabric planting whispering kisses, as her flesh crawling with lust. Desperately trying to come to grips at the idea of two men fondling her at once. Allowing herself to be led towards another room of sin.

Then something so simple as a knuckle ran up her bare leg. Making use of the slit in the gown. The finger stretching out tracing the lower edge of her cheek. Chills flashed thru her, causing a slight stagger. Strong fengers caught her right arm, in a secretive manner. Fingers innocently slipped under the fabric, stretched over a breast. Lightly grazing a raw swollen nipple...only to be snatched away.

His other hand gripping her left waist. Regaining her balance, it wandered down....crossing over her ass, lingering ever so gently. Sara could almost hear him mutter under his breath, “Perfect” That one word excited her more than a hundred kisses. He twisted his body, as she regained balance. His weapon accidentally grazed off the back of her hanging hand. The jester left her dizzy, somewhat breathless. Losing the touch, but not sensation....When Charles led her away!

The Monopoly man whispered in her ear as they stopped by a door she heard, “I must apologize for this, but I must check on the welfare of my pet” The knuckle started playing playtime on her bare leg again. Her breath caught once more. Her mind slowly thinking only of the hand. As darkness of the room washed over them. It soon becoming embolden. Sara's eyes almost closed in a dreamy state. Led to a corner, but not seated. Charles whispered in her ear, “I'll be back in a few”

She found it difficult to hear with the blood pounding in her ears. The young god moved behind her. Hands touching her waist gently. They whisking around to clasp her belly. She felt the weapon glancing off her ass. He pulled her back. Kisses & bites consumed her neck. Both hands moved down between the natural Y. This time she moaned loudly, uncaring if any hear. His voice was hot & husky on her neck saying, “Not fair”

Opening her eyes starting to murmuring, “What's not....” Only cut off at the sight on the stage. Sara blinked, her mind not comprehending what her eyes now saw, The Monopoly man's pet, with another pet. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs in the mind thought, “Two girls? Only the fog became thicker, as he hooked her pantie strings with his thumbs. Lips still playing tattoo on her neck. Lowering as her panties fell.

The kisses wondering down her back, panties fell over her knees. All movement stopped on her lower calf's. Pausing in wait until she stepped out. First one foot, then the other followed swiftly. Instantly a cool breeze tickling the lower wet lips.

He rose in one fluid motion. Always staying pressed next to her. His lips grazing her neck once more. Sara's hands found muscular hips & lightly stroked them. The young man pressed his swelling dick into her whispering, “Open your eyes & enjoy my hands” Her lids slowly lifted, the shock of it past. The girl was no longer mounting the other, but standing off to the side licking the bright yellow object. When hands slid under the fabric cupping her breast. Her eyes rolled shut once again thinking, “Wow that was huge” then moaning once again!

Sara's breasts were freed from the cloth...keeled & squeezed in the open air. She opened her eye, only to see if anyone was watch.....but her vision was drawn to the stage. The girl had a handful of the yellow plastic thinking, “No she's not” Then dripping wet yellow mass did! The girl ingested the dick with greedy red painted lips. Sara spied Charles approaching, was unable to suppress a moan

Part 2-Finding Reason

He faded back into the shadows, interested only in the institution of voyeurism. No long interested in engaging in the act of sex its self. He'd find his little pets, watching them perform spectacular feats of perversion. Like Clair was doing on stage. Almost having a year pass before finding herself in this position. Having no qualm in participating & doing so freely...at his bidding.

Four wives, all with the word, “Ex” in front of the simple four letters. They were unable to understand the insatiable needs of this lust. Most of his Ex's were willing to comply with his wants, but going too far in having secrete sexual rendezvous with others. His mind classifying such meetings as adultery. Considering it a wanton act of destruction against his reputation. Henceforth the word “Ex” was enacted!

Therefor turning to such woman as Clair. After they fulfilled his needs & becoming no longer useful. Charles was prideful having never discarded any of them like rubbish. He was the architect & sponsor of these events. Not that he did any planing. That was left to the Hostesses. Who's discretion was impeccable. Woman like Clair would be past down to other clientele. Who would look to her financial needs. Adding to an retirement account he set up, when passed again. Finally ending up as a hostess who understood the nature of their needs. Only Charles was no longer interested in Clair!

He now watched Sara. Squinting his eyes into the gloom of the corner in which she stood. As a vague image....seeing only flashes of her pale flesh. Whispering into the ear of his hovering hostess.

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Diane listened to his wishes almost surprised. She was a product of Charles's whims. Once a pet to be passed on, then a simple hostess, before moving onto planning. Now having changed her appearance. From lingerie, to cocktail dress. Finally to business suit. Working with the simple title of adviser, for his corporation.

Diane had known this man for over ten years & never seen him so captivated over any woman. She found Sara as a stigma uneducated...yet so innocently shrewd. Not wanting anything from anyone. In this place to expect favors, for favors! After Charles first met Sara. He instructed her to find out about the woman, which was child's play. Just a short trip to the cloak room. The attendant & guard knowing she was a personal representative of Charles...wouldn't dare deny her.

Small gaudy handbag containing, cellphone, drivers license from Indiana & a surprising large amount of cash. The information she attained...discreetly phoned into a top investigator at the firm. He responded back in ten minutes, with an report that would even impress them at the NSA. Relaying the information Charles. He instantly made a bee-line for the woman marking his territory...AS IF SOME PREDATER!

Then her boss did something completely out of character? Withdrew Clair from the competition! Clair was his answer in a grudge match with Gerard. This year the feud was so intense that three others had pulled their contestants. Fearing of becoming in the cross-hairs of these powerful men. Diane was also instructed to set up an account for Sara. Giving her the full run of the place. She was to sign for nothing. Be billed for nothing, plus adding her two sponsors. Basically breaking the rules. But again “Who would dare complain?” Then when Sara's pet actually won, the victory was much sweeter. Having Gerard think, “Charles set him up with some unknown”

So Diane hurried off to personally carry out her Bosses wishes! Not trusting the minor details to anyone else thinking, “After all he's breaking the rules again”

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The Monopoly man squinted harder. Swearing the pale image was becoming more pronounced, The corner now showed a large swatch of white shaped in a V. He closed, then rubbed his eyes in hopes of defining the image...failing to do so. Charles relied on making an educated guess, “Sara's breasts were now exposed” his blood presser rose, an erection formed. Back pressed to the wall he moved. Keeping in the shadows, for at this moment. “Darkness was his friend” As he continued forward; the image took on definition...then clarity.

Charles stopped, then willed himself smaller. Halting his advance in fear of discovery. His view was now unobstructed, her breast now bare...exceeded his wildest expectations. Large & firm...nipples slightly turned up. Rising & falling with the little gasps of breath she took. The nipples, larger then a silver dollar. Light brown with a pink hue. Erect & pointed in arousal. The mans hand drifted down, then disappeared. Sara slightly opened her legs. With a grace only a woman can do. Granted the explorer to seek where he wished.

The man was losing what control he had, so Charles was forced to intervene. He rubbed his cock once more, before whispering down, “Sorry old friend...you must wait a little more” Stepping out of the shadows, making his presents know. He found her much more attractive. Her eyes were almost glassy with a burning desire. Breasts heaving from the short moment of lust. Cheeks flush with excitement. It slowly fading. Replaced with crimson as she attempted to recover herself. Embarrassed at having her hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar.

Charles called the young man to him, giving instructions. Watching him stroll away. He turned his attention back to Sara. Her face took on many emotions. Lust & a longing as he left. It ending with concern saying, “I hope he's not in trouble? it was all my fault!” Charles smiled waiting for this moment saying, “My Dear Sara, this is an house of sin. It pleases me...that you choose to partake” He smiled again on receiving her blush adding, “I merely sent him to a room to await your amusement” pausing, “I hope you don't think...I'm overstepped my bounds? I'm sure other arrangements could be made...if your unsatisfied with these?” Charles was pleased when Sara nearly fell over herself in agreement.

Then in the appropriately fashion, his hostess Diane showed up informing him, there was a matter that sought his immediate attention. He took Sara's hand, lightly kissing it saying, “Life is short, indulge” Turned and left, leaving Sara alone & lost.

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Sara stood bewildered & confused this being the only time left alone since entering “The House of Sin” Giggling a little at the thought being unprompted. She looked around, then at the stage thinking, “Never would of believed that was possible” Blinking at seeing the same girls only multiple men...thinking again, “House of sin” Her thoughts turning to the more immediate problem, “Where am I suppose to go?” She felt a light polite tap on her shoulder. Turning she found the smiling face of Vicky.

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Vicky was another product of this society, used then groomed to be more. She looked up on the stage & smiled remembered being in a room like this. Preforming with the likes of that. Horrified at being asked to engage in sex with many partners. Only to fearful to deny her Mistress. She looked into Clair's face smiled knowingly...seeing the girls enjoyment. Like the girl, Vicky was utterly disgusted until she partook. She shook her head dousing the small flame. Turning to her immediate concern...Sara!

Her instructions were clear. Sara was to betaken to her room, with a slight delay. She smiled wickedly as they left the room seeing Sara look back once, never presuming the woman would engage in the act. Knowing once you see it live, it's hard to be unseen.

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Sara blushed brightly being caught looking back by Vicky, she wanted to explain, “That she was still trying to wrap her mind around it” Only didn't know how to put it, so stayed quiet. Then Vicky started asking her questions, “Do you require protection?” without waiting for a response made a statement, “All our entertainers have received a medical exam to insure their cleanliness” Sara thought she understood, but was unsure at the same time. Then asked Sara is she'd wish to change into something more suited for sin? Sara wasn't sure but thought, “If she suggested it, it must be a common practice?” so nodded yes. Ending up in the same room, standing in front of the garment rack.

Unsure what to select asked Vicky. She was blunt saying, “Red is your color” she dug though the outfits picking out a dozen or so continued slipping on knowledge of Sara, but it went unaware. “Sara your 35, soon to be engaged in unbridled sex with a twenty-two year old man. You need something that screams, cougar!” Sara hesitated before asking, “Is that good?” Vicky said, “Very & your young man should know, your his cougar & obey” Sara was still unsure what cougar meant? It sounded important & sexy. Rolling off her tongue.

Sara watched Vicky holding up two outfits, the left one, “Screams cougar” then the right one, “This makes a statement that some luck person is going to get his brains fucked out, but not you!” Sara blushed then selected the second one.

Part 3-Voyeurism

Monopoly man sat in absolute bliss in the darkened cool small room. The vanity mirror was two way enabling him to see in...but denying them the same privilege. If he swiveled the seat around. Was able to see into another large room. Containing a bed, with Sara's man waiting. Diane siting next to him picked up her phone, hit the speed dial & he watched Vicky answer. God he loved both these woman, the way they choreographed this at the last moment!

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Sara was surprised when Vicky's phone rang. She was told no devise was allowed...to ensure the privacy of the clientele. She tried not to ease-drop, but hearing the name, “Dale” but then heard, “No he will be occupied for rest the evening” After hanging up blurted out, “OMG that's the third request for your stud tonight!” she laughed saying in girl talk, “He's going to wear your ass out” Vicky seemed to realize what she just said as a hand flew over mouth saying “I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, in my excitement for you, forgot my place” Sara, wanted to discuss her experience. Dropped into girl talk with Vicky. Some things you never say around men! The phone rang again, Vicky said a simple, “Yes” then held up the second garment saying, “I really like this one, please let me help”

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This was an exciting new experience, unable to help himself, grabbed Diane's phone. Telling Vicky what nightie to pick. She was good, dropping the one he rejected to the floor. Stepped on it as she advanced with the chosen one. It making Sara's selection simple. Unable to resist he called again! Vicky complied moving Sara to face the center of the mirror. Vicky reached up tenderly unclasped the garment & slowly lowered it in a provocative style.

Monopoly man was breathing hard, as the silken fabric shifted, folding to played across Sara's breasts. The cleavage seemed to swell. As more of the fullness of curves appeared, the wait almost excruciating. He saw the the darkness of an areoa peeking out from the red silk, not much. Just a darker hue off setting the creaming swell. Vicky pulled it down just a fraction.

Charles smiled at having the foresight to wire the room for sound. Though never before used it before. Now turned the volume up high, to catch the slightest whispers. He grabbed the phone, then laid it back down. Unwilling to break the mood in the room. The garment continued it's downward trek. First a nipple, it cascaded in slow-mo, under boob, tummy, lastly the navel. Fabric hindered on her hips, the waist tantalizing in the form of an hourglass. He saw the image of a half nude Sara. Over her shoulder the face of Vicky, with a little flush color in her cheeks.

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Vicky was walking a thin-line between job & arousal unsure where the boundary-line stood. Knowing Charles eyes were taking it all in. It started as an act. After the heat ignited it turned to something more...She spoke without thinking saying, “Wow, their perfect, I'm almost jealous” Giggling then asking in a small hesitant voice, “Can I touch them?”

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Charles leaned forward in his seat, awaiting the reply!

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Sara blushed, shocked that a woman of Vicky's beauty would even make such a request. Still overwhelmed at the years of neglect. The ugly hurtful words screamed at her daily; “You worthless piece of shit” or “Why'd I'd ever marry such a grotesque...stupid bitch?” Them being the nicer word. She was starting to wonder with all the attention, “Everything he said, must be a lie?” only saying to Vicky, “If you want to?”

Part 4-New Vision of the Future

Charles watched two perfect hands, slip around a gorgeous waste. Sara's nipples puckering in anticipation. The hands climbed higher. Little entrenched bumps rose their heads. Goosebumps encircled & dancing to the erect one. Fingertips found & caressed the soft underside of breasts. The response was an intake of breath. Slight heaves made Sara's breasts rise & fall so subtle...yet visibly erotic. Hands never idle, rounded the swell. Creating a cup slightly lifting as they were filled with flesh.

Thumb & forefinger came together; capturing Sara's willing nipples. Pressing & pulling giving a gentle twist, before releasing. The breasts elasticity was a treat to behold. They jutting out, slowly returning to it's erect orbit form. Vicky repeated the process after Sara moaned. Charles breathing was hard & ragged enthralled in the passion. On the opposite side of the mirror.

Vicky's hands pressed, then squeezed Sara's swollen breasts. Slowly releasing her grasp. They made their way down & around, resting firmly on the waist. The fingertips hesitating a fraction, before engaging in movement. Finding round bold hips, draped in fabric. Eight fingertips climbed the cloth. Slid smoothly over & down. Slightly curled thumbs following in obedience, hooking the silk & giving a gentle push. The garment yielded slowly. Whispering downward sounding retreat, as it gathering around Sara's feet. Then Sara surprised him once again.

Left foot stepped out of the the shimmering red. Right foot arched, then moved in an graceful pivot gliding her body around. With lifting arms outreaching, Sara embraced the glassy eyed woman. Without hesitation Vicky's hands snaked around grabbing handholds of the fleshy meat comprising Sara's ass. Her blue clad leg soon lifted minus a heel. With toes that curled. Wrapping around the other woman's leg. Their heads met in the middle. Lips pressing close soon engaging in a long passionate kiss.

Charles's whole being was twisted in a dilemma, “This had to be one of the most erotic images he ever viewed” Pure raw passion. Finding Sara a gift, that kept giving! Deciding, “I must have her!” soon the wheels of fate began turning! The thought of sitting in the same room watching with her blessing, blinded him of reason. He handed the phone to Diane with raspy instructions. For the first time ever...not totally in control.

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Vicky's phone chirped, only Sara refusing to relinquish her hold. The second time sounding shrilled in an impatient tone. Stopped then rang anew! Her greedy lips broke contact from a set filled with hunger. The kiss still lingering...having to will fingertips to release a tantalizing derriere.

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Sara was lost in the magical moment. All thoughts fleeing except the word, “Sin” Realizing once embraced, you truly were free! Beckoning to Vicky as she answered her phone, “Come sin with me”

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Monopoly man in his sexual induced mind muttered in almost a hiss, “Yesssss............”

Chapter 8

Part 1-Power

The phone broke the mood, relaying final instructions, then Charles hurried from the room

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Sara reentered the hall, for all practical purpose nude. After looking in the mirror hesitated. Only Vicky's sweet whispers turned the tide. As they moved across the large room. No longer being able to tell the difference between the female clientele & pillow fluff. Sara was somewhat vindicated. Vicky had attempted to explain everything to her or as much as time allowed. Sara now felt confident in her new role.

The hall was no longer filled with the throngs of a crowd. Instead scattered with small groups of individuals, conducting private business; Always motivated with the need to make more. The woman on the most part disappearing from view, fulfilling urges of animal nature. A few here & there milling about. She saw the Monopoly man standing in one such group. Hoping to pass without notice...only to have her luck run dry! Another dreaded delay was upon her: as the come to me sign was made.

The group was comprised of eight men, ranging from Eighty to eighteen. No female companionship or fluff in the crowd. But staying off to one side at an discreet distance. Stood a gaggle of young fluff waiting to spring into action. Besides Charles, the only other Sara recognized was Gerard; Now that the competition was over & the facial anger removed. She found him quite handsome.

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Charles had left the room before Sara had changed into her new outfit. Seeing the garment held up, was much different than draped over her body. Finding it an overwhelming treat in waiting. He kissed her hand making introductions all around...his being the cream of the crop. Interested in how Sara would react?

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Gerard took note of the woman's poise as she approached, being somewhat baffled at this woman called Sara. He prided himself as knowing who...was who! Drew a blank, going as far as questioning other guest...in the manner of inquisition. He received mostly rumors. None really wanting to acknowledge their ignorance in the matter. Sifting though the rumors. Found he now knew less? She held her hand out to be kissed, echoing an bygone age. Gerald instantly dismissing European heritage...with her mid-west accent. Instead made introductions to the young man beside him saying, “This is Gerald the Third...my son” Prideful when he took the offered hand with a graceful kiss

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Young Gerard took the hand. Desperately trying to keep his eyes from staring at the woman's tits. When she walked up in that red nightie. His father had whispered a warning, “She's not pillow fluff” so he acted accordingly. Attempting not to drool over the vague image of an outlined pussy...calling out his name with each step. Being the age of eighteen everyone seemed old thinking, “She must be at least 30?” wondering if he had a chance? Or the better question, “What must I do?”

Part 2-Wager Won

The young man took her hand lightly kissing it. She was still blushing slightly, as his eyes gave away the fact: that he was stripping away what little she wore in his mind. Finding it stimulating he was even showing interest. Vicky had explained to her what young men liked to be called by an older woman. In the awkward pause said. “Your father must be proud of the fine Cub, you've become” Older Gerald choked on his drink, Monopoly man chuckled politely. A few men looked on in horror. The young man beamed in pleasure saying, “Sara, may I call you Sara?” Sara said, “I'd be honored if you do” The young man continued, “And when will I cease being a cub in your eyes?” The woman became thoughtful. Playfulness danced in her eyes as she said, “The moment your older than me”

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Charles listened to the exchange. Noting the woman had the ability to make anyone she spoke to, feel like they were the center of the Universe. He knew without question Sara could take a few steps away. Turn & beckon...causing the young man to follow like a lap dog. Even Old Gerald was looking at the woman in a peculiar light...not one of a sexual nature. More in the way of how one would exploit an exotic flower...to arrange it to your best advantage.

The young man, much like Sara was still ignorant to all the social don't & do's blurted out, “Will I see you again?” Charles smiled when she whispered, “That is a Mystery?” Old Gerald stepped in to cover his sons lack of good judgment saying, “Sara we still have the matter of the wager to resolve” Charles eyes narrowed a faction when Gerald looked at him. Smiled then finished, “Perhaps you'd be kind enough...to leave your number with Vicky?” Charles became vivid when Gerard discreetly winked at him adding, “Maybe lunch next time your in the city?”

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Carla arrived with Cal, standing off at a discrete distance. She knew you don't just invite yourself among these power brokers. Realizing her fatal error, in letting Sara out of her sight. Intending to rectify it from this moment on. A hostess approached saying, “Gerald, would like a word, in his private study. Please follow me” Not being a request you'd deny, the couple allowed themselves to be led off.

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Young Gerald tried to fade into the background hearing the pissing contest going on between Charles & his father. He knew they were close friends for years. At times their dominant personalities...would clash over who was top dog. Smiling the pup conversed with Vicky, while the older wolfs snapped at each other. Making arrangements to meet Sara's sponsors in his fathers study.

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Monopoly man turned to the men, but saying to Old Gerald, “I believe it's time to leave the young woman to her own devices” Making it clear this conversation was over. Each male bid her farewell before leaving. Until only young & old Gerald with himself remaining. He smiled at the young pups attempt to impress Sara. Knowing he was probably less experienced than...the woman herself. The cub having a hovering mother. That detested this lifestyle! Only kept in check at the thought of being cutoff.

Six sets of eyes watched her walk off. With three different ideas. Young Gerald excused himself first. Followed by Charles...leaving Old Gerald standing alone; deep in thought.

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“Finally” thought Sara with a mind consumed with sex, Vicky had stopped asking, “You wish to check on your pet?” Sara had replied with a stout, “No” a few other questions more. Sara was forced to make it clear. “Just take me to my room!” They stopped at an door marked reserved, Vicky opened it. Stepping out of the way...Sara entered.

The interior of the room was huge, with one wall devoted entirely to a mirror. She giggled at the kinkiness of seeing her reflection. Centered in the room was nothing more than an oversize bed....shaped like a clam. Seeing her young Titan god laying in the shell. The first revelation received was the bow-tie & white collar was missing. The room & bed slowly disappeared from her mind. Leaving only the image of the young man. Sheet pulled up to his waist. Sara tried to will the fabric down with her mind....jumping a little hearing the door open again.

Vicky entered the room to Sara's surprise. Pushing a little cart. It's top was covered with little tubes, bottles & jars. Without saying a word, pulled a string on her outfit & it cascaded to the floor, like a red mist. The young god extracted himself from the bed, leaving the sheet in his wake. Sara's eyes became wide! Unable to take them off the magnificent tool thinking, “I've waited much to long”

Part 3-Deals struck

The middle aged couple who sponsored Sara entered the office. They looked very surprised seeing him & not his father. Looking down on a single sheet of paper. It had their names printed on it, complete with financial summary. He smiled to set them at ease. Greeting them with their proper names. Asked if they'd like a drink? He learned business & dealing with people...sitting at his fathers feet. He stood up personal making their requests. Returning with drinks he no longer sat behind the desk, but beside them. In a conspirator tone said, “I hope you won't tell, but I've been waiting for this all night” Holding up his drink saying, “What shall we toast to?”

Young Gerald smiled at their blank unsure looks, remembering another lesson of his father, “Always keep them off guard” Smiling with the charm of youth said, “To Sara?” raising his glass & they followed suit. The woman's...Carla? Eyes showed shrewd & calculating. The young man reminded himself to proceed with caution asking, “May I inquire how you know Sara?” The answer was very enlightening with Carla's answer, “She's a dear friend, summering in our beach home” Gerald immediately latched on to the fact she said, “Dear friend” not “Old friend”

He smiled when she kept talking, “We had planned to have a party soon in Sara's honor” He watched Cal shift uncomfortably in his seat. Clearly the first time he heard that. Young Gerald chatted a while more then stood. Signaling the meeting was concluding. At the door he said causally, “Guest list?” Carla looked baffled at the question. Smiling in triumph, he handed Cal his business card saying to Carla, “I believe we should involve Vicky in your plans” The woman looked surprised. Then the young man went further by saying wishful, “I've never co-hosted a party before” Her reply was quick, “Would you consider?” As he held the door open said, “I'd be my honor”

As the couple left, he started plotting thinking, “Is there any way to exclude, his father & Charles?” Sighing he remembered...the boathouse & matches. That didn't workout so well! He returned to the desk, looking up in surprise as his father walked in saying, “Great work! You read my mind. What did you find out?” The young man cringed at all hopes of keeping it a secrete. Saying instead, “I've managed to attain a co-hosted party in honor of Sara” His father looked wolfish saying, “That should piss off the Old Goat” laughing with pleasure!

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Carla was giddy with excitement, Cal wandered off wondering if the twins were free?

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The Monopoly man laid sprawled out in a chaise lounge, being finally able to forgo the tuxedo. In exchange of light blue silk pajamas. Leaving strict instructions not to be disturbed! There wasn't a square inch in the room unable to view. Watching the show unfold whispered down to the little guy, “Now you can enjoy yourself”

Part 4-Satisfaction

Sara stood nude as the man approached her. Ever kiss & touch flooded into her mind. Making her body leap into the quickening of arousal. Her mind screamed, “God he's hung” She watched him reached down taking a tube of lube off the tray. Causally holding it next to his member...as an visual guide to size. Sara knew she was unable to remove the lustful look from her face. Not really caring anymore.

The great arms scooped her up with little effort. Hearing the tube make a little plunk hitting the floor. Sara's arms unceremoniously wrapped around his neck. Her lips seeking the sweet taste of kisses as she pressed in with greed. While being gently laid in bed. He whispered, “First an erotic massage” She nodding “Yes” as a small moan of anticipation escaped. Vicky opened the door for another man...before leaving. Sara gasped in surprise. Not sure about this. Hearing her Titan god saying, “He's a trained masseuse” then started kissing her neck & back.

Sara felt the second set of hands begin to work. The tension & stress fled with the first gentle touch. His magical fingers danced across her back. Slick with a warm lotion heated to the perfect temperature. Sara decided to send him away the moment he finished. Sara closed her eyes unable to shake his image as he entered the room. Long dark hair. Unlike her Cub...tanned a dark bronze. Broad shouldered that rippled with muscles. She tried not dwelling on his package. Only little flashes of another huge cock kept creeping in. Sara constantly having to push the image down.

Her cubs finger traced her lips in an playful manner. Giggled when it was removed before being captured in her mouth. Sara moved quickly, it eluded her lips yet again. Steadying herself thinking, “Third times the charm” it whisper lightly. She grabbed detaining the finger? Her eyes bolted open realizing, “This ain't no finger” seeing a massive cock! Waiting in want for so long she took it up with both hands. Lifting her head up. The other hands moved to her lower back. Holding the shaft with both hands. The head of the cock still spilled out. Stretching as it reached swollen towards the ceiling.

Kissing the tip. She felt the shaft rippling & tweaking in her fist. Surprised it was getting even more engorged. The man behind her shifted, then straddled her legs. Fingertips moving down to work her ass & hips. Sara felt his growing erection drag across her left calf. She was becoming frightfully aware of his slow movements of arousal. Dreading the thought of... “Asking him to leave?” Looking at the swelling dick in front of her. Slowly took the head into her mouth. Tongue flickering as lips pressed down. Sara pulled hard...receiving a grunt of pleasure.

Thoughts of apprehension plagued her mind. Knowing this was only the third dick she ever sucked. As she took more shaft in, touching the thumb of her second hand. Sara lifted it attempting to insert more. Only to find herself compulsively gagging. Both hands had moved to her inter-thigh. Sara used all her self-control to keep from raising her ass. His fingertips worked lower, his body following in retreat. The dick seemed to momentarily hang on her heel. Slowly drape over, then slap against the bottom of her foot. Send waves of chills up her spine. Sara reminded herself one more time, “She'd send him away?”

The Titan groaned saying, “Shit, my Cougar can suck dick” The words rang sweet in her ears for two reasons. One being called a Cougar & told she was good at sucking cock” Then he moaned saying, “Shit I want to fuck you!” Sara spit the dick out screaming, “God yes!” She felt the man behind her move away. The first cock slap her cheek & he asked again, “What do you want?” Sara in a lighter voice said, “Sex” He leaned over her, using two strong arms lifted her ass off the bed. She followed without hesitation. Hearing him ask again, “What do you want?” Losing all inhibition in that moment of lust in a husky voice almost yelled, “Fuck me” Almost making it a demand?

Her cub moved with haste behind her...fingers caressing her pussy. Without warning plunged in. Sara gasped at the suddenness of the action, moaning with delight. He laughed saying, “Shit your pussy's soaked” Patting her ass with his dick before plunging it in again. There was nothing gentle about the action. His cock went in swiftly & hard. Removed in the same manner, almost driving her insane. It was reinserted in the same brusquest nature. Penetrating deeper with each plunge. Sara's pussy was swollen from each drive. Brought to arousal, then being denied. She felt the cock being withdrawn once again. Raised her ass in preparation of another harsh thrust. When it happened, all thought flew from her mind. The cock was buried deep. Balls slapped against flesh.

Sara closed her eyes beginning to moan with the rhythm he set in motion, three in & outs. Followed by a mighty thrust that laid her flat on the bed. He'd wallow that piece of meat around inside her pussy. She swore touching places a dick's never been. His hands would drag her back up doggy style only to start the processes again. Her voice making three short squeaks, followed by a gut retching swoosh of air. Before a long drawn out moan. Sara tried desperately to be horrified as the other cock touched her face!

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Monopoly man leaned forward on the couch...with an unimpressive dick in his hand. He viewed the scene before him with anticipation. Sara was getting the shit fucked out of herself. He took everything in...from the first thrust of penetration. Her greedy pussy sucked that cock in without hesitation. Giggling with an air of lunacy thinking, “Sara was surprised” Now it was buried deep. The way her lips stretched as the man's cock was removed, before being plunged back in. “It was heavenly.”

He had waited for the moment the other dick was offered. Sara's face was priceless. It showed concern to start, then the man fucking her changed tactics. He dispensed with the three small thrust & started putting her flat on the bed. He'd wallow, then lift her up only to drive her down again. His little guy quivered at the sound of screaming pleasure. She attempted to ignore the cock. He softly whispered in a chant, “Take it, take it” Then watched in utter fascination, as her lips caressed it in an attempted kiss.

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Sara's mind was in contradiction. The cock would touch her face. The brain would issue little no's. She'd be dragged back up, the dick partly removed. Her mind would start screaming yes, in anticipation of it slamming. It's being accompanied by the wallowing that always followed. Her sight became fixated on the pulsing blue veins running down the shaft of the erection. Her thoughts soon filling with the thought of, “He wants me too” It was nurtured in an echo of thought. Lips brushing it in a gentle kiss. Unable to contain herself, she took the cock up. Wrapping her moist mouth around it. Her young cub ceased the pile-driving. Slowly removing more meat with each movement. Until the cock was extracted completely.

She moved & moaned as fingers took it's place. Grabbing the shaft of the dick presented to her...beginning her fourth blowjob ever. Somewhat lightheaded as strong hands grabbed her ankles yanking her off the bed. Sara settled on her knees. Smiling at the image she made in the grand mirror.

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Charles heart thumped at the way Sara peered into the mirror as if searching for something or someone? Looking at Diane, she smiled saying, “It's impossible to see in” The question eluding him. Seeing the two well hung men approaching Sara.

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Two erections jumped into her view as both men walked up. She felt the warmth of a blush creep across her cheeks. She was going to suck them both...at the same time? Smiling at the thought of embracing pure sin. Reaching up she grasped each cock in a fist. Giggling at the thought of at least, “Two foot of dick” Her mind completely shifting gears, screaming in her head, “That's right, get them both” She put one in her mouth, then the other constantly jacked. Pulling both in unison soon both cocks glistened with trails of her saliva. Finding it dripping down her chin as well. Each time a dick was removed.

Sara's pussy soon dripped again with the vague feeling of never being totally satisfied. Looked at her Titan god, “Please fuck me more” the words rang true! The words sounded right! He brought her back to her feet, bending her over the bed. Only then did she feel the penetration once more. Hard & brutal full of lust. Tilting her head a fraction to encourage him on. instead seeing his smiling face & dick in his hand. Sara had a fleeing moment of concern...only it never passed her lips screaming instead, “Yes, yes, fuck me harder!”

Soon they started taking turns...one then the other to her delight. All three bodies soon covered with perspiration. She felt a new born fire building...in an all consuming heat. The first orgasm sending flashes of light almost blinding, but they didn't stop. Sara soon lost sense of who was who? Unable to keep track of which dick was attempting to turn her pussy inside out. Their constant pounding, before being passed over. The fire grew intense once again, her legs & knees growing weak as the second orgasm racked her body. She sagged then staggered with an uncontrollable moan. The men not yet satisfied. Scooped her up like a rag-doll. Flipped Sara on her back & spreading her legs. She not only felt, but saw her swollen pussy stabbed by an massive cock.

It sounded sloppy...with a puckering sound. The heat once again building. Sara questioned her sanity thinking, “OMG...three times?” Sara was exhausted, unable to no longer push. So she laid there & received the brunt of his thrusts. His face became red & twisted. He started chanting, “Yes, yes yes” in louder groans. The god yanked his cock out. Two stokes of the hand, spewing thick white liquid. It arched high before falling; landing hot & heavy on her belly.

The sperm splashed in puddles, acted as an aphrodisiac...her pussy quivering. To her surprise, almost shocked as the next man stepped between her legs. Sara's mind screamed no more. As the head of his cock pierced in. Her body yelled, “Yes” Lifting her head, she watched the monster go in & out. Saturated & sparkling from the natural juices she created. It sent a howling heat to her head. His face twisted the same! She had her last orgasm as he yanked his cock out. Tired & wasted she watched the sperm splash. Mind unable to comprehend. Who's was who's? God she felt naughty!

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Monopoly man discharged a watery thin milk. Diane hurried over with a wipe...to clean the mess up. Being careful to not hinder the mans view. His eyes were starry, starting to dim he laid out on the couch. Diane covered his body with a blanket. He muttering in an sleep induced haze of exhaustion.....“Spectacular!”

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Carla caught Vicky unaware. Barging into the room with both Cal & Tee on her heels. All three stopped short in surprise, seeing Sara tangled in the sheets....with two well-hung men!

Chapter 9

Part 1-Second Thoughts

Two women sat in the backseat thoughts running in the opposite direction. One looking at the time display on her phone reading 3:24am. Having a slight discomfort between her legs. Sore & used...yet pleasantly refreshing. Eyelids attempting to drape shut. A lopsided smile playing on her lips. The other woman was deep in thought. Plots & scheme dancing in her mind. Winding on a road...that carried the faint scent of salty water.

They pulling in-front of an large home darkened by the night. Lit only by a floodlight that flashed on. Four people exited the car...with two showing signs of confusion. Two woman were showed to a bed. Heavy weariness had taken toll. The sound of unhindered sleep, softly filled the room. The car disappearing into an approaching dawn.

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Sara woke with blinding light of the morning sun, casting with brilliance in her eyes. Tee continued softly snoring oblivion to her surroundings. Over her head draped a canopy. Light pink chiffon, it's four posts intricately carved. Closing her eyes almost smelled the scent of the cedar wood. The walls were painted in such a soft blue, you had to focus in order to enhance it. The furnishings looked old. Her mind not making the leap to antique? Having only owned used furniture in the past. Sara's idea of fashion was a shiny new pieces from IKEA...in it's brand new box.

As she stepped out of bed her feet was greeted, sunking in plush white carpet. Wiggling her toes in the surprising warmth. Her nose turned up catching a whiff of the sour smell of aged sex & perspiration think, “OMG that's me” Immediately ashamed of going to bed in such a state. Seeing a door slightly ajar hoping it held a bathroom within. She gasped at the size. It held a vanity with two sinks. The tub would fit four comfortable. Figuring it'd take all day to fill, stepped into a cute shower booth. Sara showered removing the previous night smell, feeling human...she set out to explore.

Wrapping herself in a towel, without anything else to wear. Her red dress still smelling ripe with sex. The next room was a large front sitting room. Without paying much attention to it went directly to a window. Peering out saw her car in the drive...with it's top up now. Casing the neighborhood seeing no one present. Sara made a mad dash for a suitcase. The door was unlocked. Popped the trunk latch, it immediately yawned wide-open. She leaned in attempt of removing a large suitcase. When a vehicle pulled in behind Sara. Horn honking it scaring the bejesus out of her. She temperately lost control of the towel.

A 50ish looking man stepped out of a white van, adverting in bold red letters, “Sirius Spectacular Florist” Looking slightly embarrassed at being the cause of a wardrobe malfunction. He looked to the sky making a comment about, “Rain?” Sara just fixed the towel. Not fretting over the brief flash, “Should she be concerned?” The man approached saying, “Allow me” pulling it out without effort or disruption of the package he held, following her into the house. She signed for it. Watching the man drive off.

The box contained two dozen red roses & a card saying, “Thanks for the wonderful evening” it was signed simply, “Monopoly man” Sara smiled, finding a bathrobe, then coffee when the doorbell rang. Glancing out the window saw another delivery van in the drive. This one read, “Essaxone Florist” it's motto in bold letters beneath, “We deliver on” He had two arrangements. One was pink Oriental lilies, with greenery....then sprinkled with red tiger lilies. The card simply saying, “Gerald, Lunch?” and a phone #. The second one a bouquet of Spring flowers. Blue, red, yellow, pink, arranged in dazzling colors. Opening it's card, “Cub G. Call me” Sara clapped in delight....interrupted by the arrival of Tee into the room.

Tee looked groggy....croaking out one word, “Coffee?” Sara pointed towards the kitchen. Cringing at the red bruised ass she sported. Tee returned with a cup, almost being her same cheerful self. Asking, “Where are we?” Sara shrugged her shoulders, having no answer!

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Carla pulled into the drive seeing a florist van leaving. She cringed once in the house; seeing Tee sprawled allover the couch nude thinking, “Fucking white trash” But held her tongue. Having bigger fish to fry. Seeing the three bouquets, she read the cards. Impressing upon Sara...it'd be rude not to respond immediately. She listened into the calls, giving subtle guidance. Disappointed in only being able to attend one luncheon. She looked at Sara's wardrobe, deciding shopping was in order. Going ballistic when Sara insisted on stopping at the Salvation Army second hand shop to accessorize!

Carla was coming to the conclusion Sara was becoming an liability...out to ruin her reputation. Having a mind of her own & unstable when it came to fashion. She had refused to enter the club. If Sara continued to have that ridicules hat perched on her head. The woman showed anger in her eyes. Carla followed in humiliated thinking, “I should of made the bitch....pillow fluff!”

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Young Gerald waited in the country club for the two woman. Unfortunately his father was in his office when the call came in. Being instructed to put it on speaker. Much to his grievance, he was released of arrangements. Dashing his dream of meeting Sara alone. He almost laughed seeing the Maitre d' lead them in. The other woman, Carla? Looked uncomfortable & a little irritated....but Sara...She had the attention of the room!

She had on a modest floral print sundress. It enhanced her curves without a tasteless exhibition of flesh. Making it that much more erotic. Her only accessory was a hat, but what a hat! It'd be the pride of the Kentucky Derby. Large & gaudy, yet finding it very appealing on her. Young Gerald glanced to where his father was sitting with business acquaintance...Smiling Young Gerald rose to his feet in greeting.

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Sara offered her hand, blushing a little when the young man took it & gently kissed the back saying, “Sara, you look irresistible & I must say...I do find your hat a splendid touch” She watched him turn to Carla shake her hand saying, “Glad you could join us” He pulled Sara's chair out for her to sit. The Maitre d' seated Carla then said, “Madam, may I take your hat?” Young Gerald spoke up, “And mess up her ensemble? Goodness no”

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Old Gerald failed to see the two woman enter. Having taken the opportunity to conduct business. When an young man at the table said, “Will you look at that eccentric weirdo?” Turning in his seat laid eyes on Sara. Causally saying, “She's a friend” The man turned pale & apologized...looking ready to bolt. Gerald caught his sons attention & smiled. He was irritated at being unable to focus. Waiting for the appropriate time in which to make his presents known. He waited till their table was cleared & the desert cart approached. Before walking by the table showing a pleasant surprise.

Both woman showed astonishment on his arrival. Sara recovered sooner rising to her feet with offered hand. He took it fascinated...at the way she was able to make it feel so natural. With a light kiss thinking, “All these bastards, reassessing their first impression of this woman.” Sara to his pleasure said, “We were just ordering desert, will you join us? Please?” There was only three chairs, Sara gracelessly offered him hers. The Maitre d' ran over with a look of horror, as she found another. Attempting to drag it over.

He pondered as they ate desert, then made a rash decision...invited her to an exclusive party at the country ranch. Gerald noticing Carla almost drooling uncontrollable extended the invitation to include them. Wondering if the woman would instruct Sara, on the nature of the ranch? Or be a surprise? He made apologies then left!

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Young Gerald was caught off guard by the offer. Instead making arrangements to come to the house. For unspecified reasons: smiling at the way...Sara looked at him over the glass!

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Carla spent the week trying to broach the nature of the party, finding an willing allied in Tee. In order to prepare Sara, they used words like, “Forbidden, perverted” Finally on the day of the drive, told her the true nature, she responded, “I saw that before” refusing anymore information.

Part 2-The Ranch

They received a special invitation from an courier. It was gold-leafed on rich paper stating, “Sara & guests you are cordially invited to Safari night” underneath in smaller letters, “Dress is causal” then time & date. Lastly, “Please Present at Front Gate”

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The morning Carla & Cal arrived. She went ape shit seeing the way both Sara & Tee were dressed. Refusing to leave until they changed into proper apparel. Sara refused! The vain on the side of Carla's head began to throb. At the gall of this woman! Then the woman removed her own keys. Carla relented thinking, “Ungrateful bitch” refusing to even acknowledge her presents on the drive over!

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Sara squealed with delight as they went up the mountain, seeing snow in the distance. Even in all this heat? Rubber necking as they entered a small sparely populated valley spread out before them. Before turning onto a narrow road. Sara saw the gate, with it's small stone shack & guard. Who professionally asked to see the invitation, before being allowed to continue on. Sara hollered once more to stop, upon seeing an tall fence containing...a mamma, papa & baby giraffe inside. She was ignored as they sped by. Nose pressed to the back window she waved bye!

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Young Gerard, stood greeting guests on the large veranda of the rambling house, when he saw his special guest step out of their car. Sara was dressed in a tan button up dress. With enough buttons undone to show an hint of cleavage & short sleeves. Skirt rising just above the knees. She had a wide Sam Browne belt in the color brown, with high topped leather boots. Perched on her head, was a white pith helmet. Her hair was curled, put in a ponytail draped over her left shoulder. Hanging crisscross over the other one, was a tan canvas satchel. Tee was dressed exactly the same save for a slouch hat. Brim turned up on the side. Gerald hurried down the steps with a grin saying to her, “Sara your early & I haven't changed yet”

He heard her excited chatter about giraffes saying, “If you allow me to change....I'll give you the grand tour” He hurried upstairs. Changed into khaki shorts, hiking boots, tan shirt & hunting jacket. Grabbing an old bush hat hesitated, then stopped at a gun case. Filling the jacket loops with shotgun shells & trapping a large Bowie knife to his side. By the time he arrived; someone had delivered an off-road gator. Giving another grin said, “Sara your safari awaits” In the best British accent he could muster.

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Charles's limousine driver cussed when an off-road vehicle made him swerve to miss a fence...then his boss yelled stop! He watched with anger, seeing Sara fly by laughing in a bouncing all terrain vehicle. Hanging onto a “Pith hat?” He didn't blame her, but the young pup? Turning to Diane said, “Make the call” knowing societies rumor mill, would reach the pups mom. If gossiped to the right individual. She'd nip this in the bud quickly. Leaving the playing field open to him.

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Sara was being tossed around in the seat. When her helmet went flying, bouncing on the road. Gerald slammed on the brakes. Made an u-turn blocking the road to retrieve it. Stopping the flow of traffic. Picking it up he said, “Your pith hat, Madam” giving it back with a slight bow. Darting back down the road. Only this time staying on the grassy shoulder, her breast were bouncing all over. Thankful she wore a bra!

This place was a regular zoo. Besides the giraffes. She saw hippos in a large pond. Kangaroos hopping around. A large tiger, plus monkeys. Young Gerald looked at his watch & sighed saying, “Sorry, we must return to the party”

The party was laid out on the yard, colorful tents spotted the grounds, placed around a central tent. It had to be forty by forty. Holding a long table covers with white cloth, china, silver & crystal goblets. Each plate held a place card...with an individuals name etched in gold. On a pit, being basted & carefully turned. Looked like a big cow. Another pit held all types of fish & fowl.

She saw Charles & smiled, he excuse himself...then head in her direction. He was dressed also in the mannerism of an Explorer. Tan shirt, trousers with leggings, brown boots peeking out. Sam Browne belt complete with revolver strapped to his side. The final touch, a pith helmet like hers.

Sara held out her hand saying, “Mr. Livingstone, I presume?” Charles took her hand bowed saying, “An honor, Osa Johnson” kissing her hand. Sara had a touch of confusion on her face. Pleased when Charles covered her ignorance. Glancing around at the onlookers addressing them with, “Osa Johnson was an American explorer of Africa. Also an magnificent photographer” Paused then added, “Osa was immortalized with her riding of a zebra” He turned back addressing Sara saying, “My dear, only you are much more divine looking” Sara blushed saying, “Mr. Livingstone...my what a charmer you are” Turning to young Gerard said, “May I present John Hunt, The Great White Hunter” Sara had heard his name mentioned in a Tarzan movie. So figured he must be important.

Young Gerard had an impish look in his eyes saying, “David, Osa, & John, what a threesome we make” Turning to Charles said, “Mr. Livingstone. Shall we change place cards to keep Osa between us? What say you?” Sara watched the onlookers eye raise in surprise. At the new game, then held her arms out saying, “Shall we make history?” Flanked by two men feeling froggy, she turned saying, “Come Tee” Sara smiled when Livingstone said, “Lead the way, Mr. Hunt”

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Clara once again stared in disbelief. Even in her comic safari apparel. Once again became center of attention. The biggest shock came seeing her own status raised. Individuals of the elite who not so long ago treated her like a leper. Now were soliciting her time. Her mouth actually dropped when she heard the word, “3some” wondering if it was a metaphor or something arranged for later? Everyone was thinking it, but no one dared voice it. She felt somewhat victimized! For the place she was seated...was completely away from the action.

Sara caught her eye, smiled mischievously saying, “God lord Mr. Livingstone, how will we survive if attacked by wild beasties during dinner. With our backs against the wall?” Carla marveled at the way Sara played the game. The staff groaned when Sara changed their carefully orchestrated seating arrangement. Moving to the end of the table...put Young Gerard next to Carla. Then herself & lastly Charles in the place of honor. The staff immediately started moving cards. Started picking up Carla's. Sara wiggled her finger no. Young Gerard smiled whispering, “Leave them as Osa says” Carla blinked as Sara walked by her & whispered, “Am I forgiven?”
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Livingstone looked at Sara smiling thinking, “No Osa” regretted his hasty call about the pup! He had heard the 3some comment. Even fantasized a little about being in the same room watching. After all the young pup was going out of his way...not to be an adversary. Playing the game to it's fullest, saying, “Osa, John up for an adventurer today?” They both nodded yes!

 

Chapter 10
Part 1-Rich people?

Tee wandered around some what confused, “Why Safari night?” knowing the true nature of activities surrounding tonight's entertainment. There was technically no pillow fluff provided more like BYOF (Bring your own fluff) Contemplating how busy she'll be by the end of the night? Tee had never been around such rich people like these, finding them very perverted, sick & somewhat twisted. Yet having to admit, “It was very stimulating” She was chatting with fluff from the valley. Swearing if the girl says, “Like” once more she'd push her into the lions cage thinking “What kind of people own lions?”

Tee walked to the fence looking out at a pavilion in the distance. Surrounded by more colorful tents & activities. Curiosity peaked, so she crawled underneath. The grass was tall, she made her way to a blacktop road leading to it. Being so engrossed in her journey, when a horn blasted behind her she jumped. Turning she saw a light gray van. With only, “Sexyt6 Shepherds” The gentleman asked in heavy laden English, “Need a ride” Tee asked, “You Sexyt”, placing emphases on the “t” He had an rich booming laugh, so Tee climbed in.

He looked 60ish, close cut blond hair. The color that defies gray, becoming a rich silver instead. Hands that looked large & powerful gripped the wheel. Knowing when he stepped out, would be tall & straight. Judging by how far the seat was pushed back. She gave a start at the noise emulating from the back. Twisting in her seat came face to face, with a German Shepard. Black as any moonless night. The baritone laughter followed her as she pressed her body against the dash saying, “Fear not, Therry a lover, not an fighter!” There were five more. All looking & laughing in mock humor”

She thanked Sexyt for the ride, as she climbed out. Enlightened to what the six meant. Almost to the pavilion Tee was busted. This golf cart stopped driven by an weathered old cowboy who stopped saying, “ Missy, ya in the wrong place now” His speech was thicker than honey. The drawl slower than a Monday. He admonished her to get in the cart, returning her to the party. Tee had never wanted anything more in her life, than to see the doings of the “PAVILION!”

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Sara felt starved, her tummy rumbled. Both Livingston & John looked, then laughed. Leading her over to an fire pit. John pulled out his rather large knife, stabbed something, with a red sauce & wrapped in bacon. The cook looked like he was fixing to raise holy hell! Until he saw who was stabbing. Looking on with interest as the woman took a cautious bite, before wolfing it down.

Part 2-The Zebra, can hide it's stripes

Old Gerald sat in his study staring at the phone he just hung up in disbelief. Having just had to defend the client for murder. Had won! Now six days later the same individual, tossed someone off a three story building in broad daylight. Four witnesses & a video on U-tube of the said man taking the long plunge. His client smiling proudly “Perfect” He walked to the window. The dark cloud of his mood following. Looking out saw Charles up to his old tricks! Blinking in more shock at seeing both his son & Sara also feeding into Charles's delusion. He turned away in disgust. After a few steps smiled thinking, “I'll beat the old goat at his own game” He called Diane asking, “Who the hell is Charles, suppose to be?”

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Sara was a little surprised when Charles took out an handkerchief & gently dabbed the corner of her mouth. Young Gerald was in the processes of asking if she wanted another, but speech left him. She looked at Charles & he too stood dead still as if made of stone. She followed their gaze. Seeing Old Gerard standing on the back veranda. Only nothing like she expected.

The man had chosen to wear light brown khaki pants, with a hunting jacket of the same color. The hat was wide brimmed & battered. The belt was dark brown leather, with an revolver hanging in a holster. Around his neck was..She wasn't sure if scarf or tie? The most compelling feature was the large bore double barrel resting comfortable in the crook of his arm. Smiling he raised it firing into the ceiling, little pieces of debris to rain down. Onlookers showing uncertainty in whether duck & cover was called for?

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The older man looked up at the gaping hole in the ceiling. Then having an epiphany on how to defend his client. Balance once more restored...he stepped down the steps. Handing the shotgun off to an concerned looking ranch-hand.

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Sara watch the man approach them, looking like someone feeling smug. He stopped looked at Charles saying, “Mr. Livingstone I presume?” Smiling at the man who had nothing to say. Out of sheer shock continued, “I'm Stanley. I've journey quite far to bring your much needed medication” Reaching into an billowing pocket. Extracted a pill bottle labeled, “ Viagra” With a flourishing gesture handed them over. He then pushed his son out of the way saying, “Come Osa, dinners ready”

Dinner was chaotic! Stanley took the white hunters seat. He intern moved Carla down one, forcing Cal to sit at the center of honor. Where Old Gerald would of sat. Reigning supreme over the little kingdom. Stanley & Livingstone, continued to try to outdo each other. The ice broken when Osa said, “Gentlemen, your not petting the kitty anymore. It jumped off my lap awhile ago” Both men looked accusingly at the other, keeping their hands in plain sight rest the dinner. John wasn't amused...Sara smiled eating with her fingers!

Part 3-Challenging Beta

Dinner completed the atmosphere turned to one of anticipation. When a tractor appeared pulling a wagon doted with bales of hay. Sara didn't hesitate clamoring aboard, followed closely by Tee. Bring up the rear was Young Gerald. Both Stanley & Livingstone already left by means of golf cart. She waved seeing Carla & Cal barely make it on before it catered off down the road! Sara smiled thinking, “I've learned a lot about dominance this week on the internet!”

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Carla was being bounced around wondering, “Why in the hell she didn't wait for one of the fleet of carts?” Two more wagons behind & no ones getting on! Sara looked & acted so different. She did what she pleased. Never assessing the consequences first; Almost as if she belonged. Sara yelled, “Come here Carla sit with us” Forcing her to almost crawl to keep from being tossed off. When she made it there Sara said, “John one of my bestess friends, Carla” She over looked the butchering of the English language at that, When Sara patted the hay next to her in invitation. Carla took a seat, then almost gasped when Sara said to Young Gerald, “She's a Cougar too but don't think she's interested in me cause, I'm much to old?” Cal started laughing when his wife sputtered! Carla started to protest saying “Gerald, that's simply not....” but Sara cut her off with, “Carla, it's John, or The Great White Hunter tonight”

Carla blinked at the slight rebuke. John laughed replying, “And this is Osa, The Fiery Minx” Sara eyes turned shrewd with humor saying, “So you like me? How much?” Both Cal & John looked on with interest, Sara laughed saying “This much?” unexpectedly Carla felt her breast squeezed.

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Cal watch with satisfaction. Knowing at times his wife acted to big for her britches. Now she was so subtly being taken down a notch. He looked at Sara thinking, “This is not the same woman he met on the Boardwalk a few weeks ago” She was becoming very dominant. Yet she retained that sweet dissipation. When she asked, “How are you” one had the feeling it was important to her. Deciding her best assess was being, “Charismatic” He watched another peg removed when Sara looked at him sweetly asking, “May I squeeze your wife's breast?” Carla looked surprise when he said, “Sure have at it”

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Something about seeing Sara manipulate this woman, was very arousing to the young man. Blood raced though body, blossoming into an erection. Sara's fingers moved in a gentle manner. Lingering while circling the breast fullness, hesitating as it moved on. Finding where the cloth met following it up, hindered at the top button saying, “Oops” Moments before it popped. Showing a black sheer bra & lots of cleavage. Sara's fingers trailed back down. The next button had become strained, “Oops” & another button failed. This time an erect nipple peeked thru sheer black fabric.

The finger never stopped, two more, “Oops” equaled an exposed navel. Young Gerard watched the magic fingers. Mesmerized as they climbed up flesh. Thumb & forefinger catching cloth between cups saying, “Oops” once more. The clasp parted with practiced ease. Spewing forth two unhindered breast. Sara turned to him saying, “Stop the wagon” it wasn't an request...giving him an chill of anticipation! He was fascinated when Sara jumped off having a conversation with the driver.

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A cowboy was perched on the tractor seat, dressed in a flannel shirt with jeans. His head was covered by an green hat, exclaiming the virtues of John Deere. Tonight was an pleasant accident. Owing a small two-bit farm & having his tractor rented tonight. Hearing the word, “Stop” the tractor lurched to a halt. Turning in the seat saw the shenanigans taking place. Discretely pivoted back staring off into the darkness. He heard a woman standing by his feet say, “Do you have a knife?” He thought, “What a stupid question” instead answered, “Yes” then she actually asked, “If it was sharp?” holding her hand out for it. He hated to give it up, but the money bags was watching. So with reluctance gave his buck knife up.

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When Sara jumped off the wagon Carla had mixed feelings, she sat there with her tits hanging out. Wondering what to do. It was somewhat a new experience. One that was both exciting & dreadful with Cal looking smug.

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Sara jumped back & if asked. Couldn't tell you why she choose to do what she did...only just did! Sliding her hands under the shirt, she rolled it down exposing bare shoulders saying to Carla, “Do you trust me?” Carla looked at her wide-eyed. Her face showed concern. Glancing at each individual on the hay wagon, finding no directional help nodded yes. Sara opened the clasp knife. Everyone seemed to hold their breath. She grasped the slender strap over Carla's shoulder. The razor sharp edge sheered thru the thin fabric. The right cup sagged & then fell. Sara made a small giggle at the way four sets of eyes followed the blades journey to the other side. One more flash of steel & the last dainty strap became two, unhindered...the bra drifted to Carla's waist.

Sara closed the knife, handing it to Cal, then asked him to return it to the driver. Looking at the object laying in his palm. Afraid he might miss something hurried to comply.

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Carla knew not what to expect next? Sara swiftly removed the tattered bra, tossing it over the side of the wagon. Carla's mind, imagined it making a small thud as it drifted down to the ground. The noise somewhat final. Sara's eyes took on an air of determination & sheer will. Newfound strength; that seemed to sap Carla's will to resist. Sara leaned in whispering, “Say it!” The word was burning in her mind, but she resisted saying, “I can't” Sara smiled sadly saying, “You must this one time or we're finished”

Carla looked around in desperation. Gerald's body moved closer in anticipation. With the unexpected turn of events, Cal coming back. Waves of humiliation washed over as she said in a throaty whisper, “Mistress” Before she lost complete control of the situation.

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Sara was taken back, by the enormous weight of the word. By no means was it the one she was going for or expected? She only wanted Carla to ask her to squeeze her breast again. But now that the genie was out of the bottle...Why not? Cal had clamored back up, returning to his spot. So Sara asked him, “Cal may John see how wonderful your wife's breast feel?” He looked a touch confused, at the question. As if thinking, “This could go bad for me when we return home later” Unfortunate for men, in times like these. They have an tendency to think through their “Dicks” Cal gave a slight nod yes.

The wagon lurched as John took hold of both breast, Sara giggled resisting the urge to say, “Honk, honk” instead turned to Tee saying, “You must feel too” Carla issued a small moan from all the attention. Sighing Sara buttoned the shirt back up saying, “Perfect” leaving too many undone. Carla's breast now swayed freely. The tractor stopped at their final destination, “The Pavilion!”

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The cowboy rode back into the night, $200 richer & a raging hard-on thinking, “Not bad for twenty minutes of work” Hopefully his wife was up for some loving!

Part 4-The Pavilion

Sara had an idea of what would take place here, finding it both fascinating & repulsive. She had done her homework on the subject, watching & reading. Finding a graceful beauty in the act. Yet repulsed at the idea of her getting on all fours. Tee had stood over her shoulder, giving her a blow, by blow dialog. That would impress any sport commentator. Not sure if she was just making it up or experience talking. At the time really not wanting to know. Stanley & Livingstone were waiting to meet her, as they climbed off the hay ride. Catching sight of Diane, she waved. The woman seemed generally surprised, but waved back.

The pavilion was an enormous building. Closed in, yet large enough to almost fit a football field in. Sara found out later it's true purpose was to host the livestock show. Tonight however...it's defied all the activist & morally righteous. Who'll dictate their point of view. Around the outskirts twenty colorful tents were situated, half 10'x10' the others 20'x20' There nature undisclosed. Curiosity overrode discretion asked, “What's in them?” All her escorts smiled politely. John held the tent flap open. She entered flanked by Stanley & Livingstone, followed closely by Carla & Cal. Bringing up the rear was Tee.

The interior of the tent was baffling? The floor covered from wall to wall with indoor outdoor carpet. In the corner was a simple couch. Stacked in the other corner, 5'x5' rolled up carpet remnants. Her mind not yet registered there true nature. Sara still naïve, did a quick calculation in her head, at least 80 guest, so even if half were couples, still not enough? So she asked, “Is one mine? Or Is it first come? Or do we Share?” Thinking it had to be the latter, somewhat dismay at asking, “Is one mine?” Making her sound greedy!

Sara found their reaction somewhat discerning; They looked at one another with fugitive glances. Finally settling on Tee, who only shrugged. With hands out, palms to the sky. Stanley said cautiously, “Osa consider this your tent” Sara clapped her hands in delight saying, “Would it be possible to have more chairs moved in?” Once again receiving blank stares, but he said, “Your wish is my commanded” Turning he instructed Diane, who left looking, “Dazed” After leaving the tent they made the short walk to the building.

They enter though a double door, with a sign saying, “All vendors, Please take your Participants through the rear” Once again they were asked for their invitations, Stanley in an irritated voice said, “Really?” the man almost falling all over himself getting it opened. Inside a cool breeze blew over them. Keeping the humid night air at bay. They followed a wide corridor...that lead to raised seats covered in blue cloth. It'd being an envy to any theater. On every seat sat a postcard, making a proclamation, “This seat belongs to this individual, others steer clear” Sara wondered which was hers? Only thought it rude to ask.

They soon descended gently sloped steps that led to an arena, rich with the scent of freshly spread cedar chips. Tantalizing to her nose. Looking up saw the seats held the perfect unobstructed view. Off to the side of the arena, discretely held an assortment of devices. There was everything from small benches, to large. Contraptions that remained a mystery. With another pile of rolled up carpet like her tent. Only these were much larger.

The wood chips gave way to her steps with a soft crunching sound. Wondering about progress in spikes? She looked back at Carla, clad in seven inch heels. Each step becoming an effort, her breast swaying unhindered with a mind of their own. Sara received an slightly fiendish thought of empowerment. Turned whispered into Carla's ear, “Is that how I left your shirt?” Carla facial expression became sheepish. No longer in denial whispered back, “Sorry” using discretion. Sara unfastened the button. Carla had chosen to use, whispering to the woman, “Soooo much better” Then undid two of Tee's.

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The men where all in astonishment, at the way Carla allowed her self to be punked. Each discretely in their own thoughts.

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Cal was staring in disbelief at the fact that his wife was in a state of submission, six hours ago, would of never imagined it was possible? Yet there it was! The stimulation he received, was more invigorating...than even the twins engaged in sisterly love. He smiled thinking, “What fresh treats will Sara bring next?”

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John thought, “Son of a Bitch, she has completely dominated this woman” The best part was that Carla wanted to be. He turned slightly red at the thought. Looking at Sara, “Shit make me your cub!”

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Stanley thought of the woman before him with growing interest. She was entrancingly captivating. Driven by a tempo only she heard. Everything seeming so spontaneous...only with the perfect choreograph. His son was literary drooling. He laughed watching the old goat beside him. Reading his thoughts, “Your thinking wife number five” But knowing in his heart, Charles could never control her or handle that package. Thinking, “When you figure out the music, she'll just change the song!” He looked at the other couple, having no clue of their names. Knew they sponsored her once, now though she sponsored them. Thing where never dull when she was around, the gift that kept giving!

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Livingstone gazed at Osa thinking, “Wife number five?” it just went from question of if, “To how?”

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Tee looked around oblivious to the happenings of others thinking, “Where's Therry?”

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Sara was led through a large archway into another large holding area. Her face broke into a excited smile exclaiming, “How wonderful, a petting zoo” Looking at her host asked, “Can we touch?” Wondering at the meaning behind the looks?

WARNING.........

When writing do not use a story-line; just characters. Most the time clueless to where it's going, until reaching the moment. Therefore tags are useless! This story took on a morbid air....why you ask? Simple, found it funny somehow! If ya find it distasteful? Your best coarse of action is to stop reading. Or go to the last chapter...

 

Chapter 11

Part 1-Petting Zoo

The floor was lined with pens & cages depending what they contained. Sara now realizing where everyone went. One section held larger animals. Both domestic & non-domestic. There were horses, pony's, goats & rams. She saw pigs that didn't stink. In one pen was the biggest rat she could imagine. Livingstone said it was from South America & called it by a different name. To Sara call it whatever, but it still looked like a rat....knowing it'd produce nightmares. “Zombie rat eats mid-western woman!” Chills ran up her spine seeing the snakes, both large & small. Both a camel & zebra. Sara looked around to her disappointment saw no monkeys...so asked why? Livingstone smiled saying, “It's hard to explain an arm being pulled off. In it's excitement!”

Sara thought for a moment on the answer, when realization hit. She instinctively said, “O, Ooo, for that” Still having difficulty in putting one plus one, equals three in this case! She blushed thinking over her earlier remark, “Can we touch?” The ramifications of their looks came home to roost. She had to admit to herself, the thought of having sex with either a rat or snake was repulsive...but still was it possible? Shaking her head thinking, “Curiosity did indeed kill the cat” At the same time found it fascinating. Sara began to study her surrounding in a different light.

A few people joined their little group with introductions made. Sara soon found none of them impressed her. All being narrow minded with only one goal in mind. To suck up to the upper echelon. Sara once again began to wander only this time under her own devices. The large group now broke into two. Tee made a shriek that sounded like, “Therry” clueless to it's meaning. Watching her make a bee-line to an stall containing a half-dozen or so German Shepherds. Sara followed fascinated. Looking back saw Carla...she had an unsure look. Sara mouthed, “Come with us”

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Carla found herself in an particular state, having worked so hard to stand with the elite. Now she wanted to be elsewhere. Both Gerald & Charles now knew her name. Young Gerald squeezed her tits. As an added bonus she was sitting at the kings table. Being escorted around the pavilion by the same, for all to see! Yet as Sara walked away she had an unquenchable hunger to follow. Carla stood rooted in dilemma. Sara cast a spell that washed over her with the words, “Come with me” She could no more deny that, than a drowning man reaching for a flotation device. She hurried to Sara's side. Now she wanted a place at Sara's table! She leaned in close to the woman whispering, “Mistress” This time she knew...in her heart she meant it....

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Sara stopped dead in her tracks when Carla whispered in her ear. She momentarily forgetting about Tee & her surroundings. Focused on that one word, “Mistress” Sara figured it was another game, Carla was playing. So Sara decided to play along by saying, “We'll see? Tee can be a hand full & your not very good at taking instructions” Looking down at the button Carla had redone. She looked remorseful as she unfastened it. Sara looked for Tee...surprised to find her playing with a rather large dog & hurried over.

Part 2-New Friend

Tee introduced her to an rather tall distinguished man, “This is Sexyt” once again rolling the T & he seemed to get a kick out of it as his face lit-up. She continued talking to him, “This is my Mistress Sara” Sexyt looked amused. He took her offered hand with an graceful bow kissed her hand with a click of heels. Gently saying, “Herrin Sara” Sara wondered if he just called her a fish? Realized he was an foreigner thought, “Canada?” Asking, “Sexyt unable to roll the T, (pronounced it as Sexy T) where do you come from?” He said, “Germany” started to give his real name...stopped because he liked Sexy with a T better. The way these American women tripped over it. Sounded erotic! Sara looked around seeing no one listening said, “This is my new acquisition Carla” Tee looked bewildered at that. Carla smiled saying, “Yes Herrin Sara” Now Sara was sure she was just called a fish! Carla seeming to understand the look said in an excited voice, “Herrin in German, means Mistress”

Sexyt then gave a command & all six dogs sat as one. Opening the enclosure allowing them to step in. Sara marveled that the floor was covered in carpet. The dogs smelling freshly bathed. Each coat bearing an sheen created painstakingly with a brush. Not an animal stirred, under their advancements. Sara had to admit she had never actually petted a dog, because of a sister with allergies; when she was younger. Gingerly she reached out a hand, not knowing what to expect. A slight fear creeping up her spine. Praying not to be mauled, she touched it's nose, “Cold?”

A tongue sneaked out dragging across her palm, surprising her & it wasn't what she expected. The tongue wasn't covered in drool. Nor did it give the hand a sickening feeling of slop...but the complete opposite. Sara pulled her hand away in discuss when she thought, “What would that feel like elsewhere?” Her cheeks blossomed in red. Taking a deep breath, reached down again. Slightly ran her fingers through his hair. Coarser than a humans, but sensitive to touch. Sara blushed once again when the head of his penis appeared. Being clueless of the nature of dogs. Jerked her hand back thinking, “OMG, I just gave him an hard-on!”

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Sexyt watched the Herrin closely, she didn't look like one. Saw the devotion & obedience in the other two. One look at this woman, he knew she had no idea about animals, wondering, “Why she was in this place?” Others where gathering to watch. With regret Sexyt was forced to usher them out. The rules being none are allowed in the enclosures, save owners or handlers. Smiling he looked over to his large breasted blond companion thinking, “About a park on the Dutch border awhile back” Shaking his head, that's another story....for some other time! He returned to to this time now. A little disappointed that they misunderstood him. Seeing them wander to the next enclosure.

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Carla saw Sara in deep thought. They were now standing before a pair of magnificent Great Danes. She wasn't looking. Lost in some little world somewhere else. Then her eyes cleared & she led them to an quiet spot. As she was gathering her thoughts, both John and Cal strolled up. Carla stared in disbelief when Sara said to them, “Would you please give us a minute?” Shooing them away like one would a fly. Sara asked, “Am I your Herrin” pronouncing it “Herring” like the fish. Carla did everything thinkable not to laugh answering, “Yes Herrin, your my Mistress” A little surprised at how easy she fell into that role.

Then Sara's next question came unexpected, “So you can't lie. Neither of you?” Carla watch Tee nod yes, then added hers. Thinking with wonder, “I just put myself at the same level as Tee” Finding it arousing. Sara then asked, “Have either of you had sex with a dog?” Almost embarrassed for asking. Carla glanced at Tee. Saw her smile & say, “Yes Mistress” Carla decided to answer truthful saying, “Yes Herrin” Somehow finding that was easier to say than Mistress! Sara looked somewhat shocked at the revelation. To Carla's disappointment. Called the men back over.

Part 3-Grail

Sara only viewed the other four legged participants with distraction. No longer asking questions, but categorizing thoughts for the future. She found both Tee & Carla subdued in thought. Finding herself walking down a strange & dangerous street. Yet excited at the role she was taking. John interrupted her thoughts by asking, “Penny for your thoughts?” Sara held out her hand saying, “No penny, no thought” Both Stanley & Livingstone chose this moment to appear, but neither of them had one. So John hurried off in search of the holy grail. In the form of a penny! Only finding an nickle. Sara turned to the two older men for a ruling. The decision unanimous, “No” They both took Sara's arm leading her off...as John carried out the challenge!

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He hurried off thinking, “Who even uses pennies this day & age let alone keep change?” He asked a few people, they look at him as if daffy. He laughed out loud being reduced to a panhandler in the mist of penny pinching millionaires. Standing by a stall filled with German Shepard's. This man with a heavy accent said, “Here you go Mister” holding out a shiny new penny. John smiled taking the coin. Pleased at the man looking confused, holding a small fortune of bills. In exchange for one simple coin. John went back in a rush. Stood before Sara saying, “Your penny, now please pay me a thought.”

Sara smiled so sweetly, making his legs feel like rubber responding with, “My thoughts, was a question aimed at others” she looked at the penny then asked, “Do you still wish to hear it or get this coin back?” He wanted to know, glancing at his father & Charles. They were both also intrigued, so closed her hand & nodded yes. Sara smiled saying, “I was wondering how far the ones who call me Mistress would go?” Placing the penny in her jacket pocket.

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Each took the question different? The only thing they could agree upon, she used “one” in the plural form. After that all thoughts ran in other directions.

Tee, chirped, “Anything”

Carla wanted Sara's attention, so stroked fingertips casually down Sara's ass. Disappointed when she didn't respond, took a deep breath whispered, “Yes Herrin, anything” Knowing by their stares all three men heard.

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Cal took it with the most surprise wondering, “When the fuck did that happen?”

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Charles now wanted her more than ever. The word, “Cuckold” vibrating thru out his head. His other Exes unable to take that leap on their own!

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Old Gerald watch the woman shrewdly. He had underestimated Sara at every turn. For the first time in his life found someone he couldn't categorize. No box she'd fit in? Going as far as inventing one, “Sara's box?” He suddenly remembered. Reaching into his breast pocket retrieving an envelope. It containing the side bet & winning her pet made during contest so long ago it seemed. She smiled & it'd almost draw you in saying, “Wow I forgot” His last thought was, “Sweetheart, you forget nothing...only learn!”

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John's heart raced, he knew it...but Carla verified it! The room was now emptying. Everyone returning to the arena to take their seats so he hurried after the group.

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Sara walked into a loud excited arena, surprised the sound almost had an infectious quality. She wasn't entirely moved at the entertainment, but you couldn't help being caught up in the anticipation. Then it hit her like a hammer. Why the private tents outside. Then the crimson set in again thinking about asking for one. Sara looked at both Tee & Carla wondering & giggled thinking, “Only if they want” She whispered into Livingstone ear. He smiled whispering into Stanley's ear, who outright laughed saying to Diane, “Please show our other guest to their seats. While Livingstone, Osa, & I take a slight journey.” He laughed again at all the confused faces then added, “Diane please see that our small group stays intact.” then another thought came to him, “Please see if there's comfortable seating in Osa's tent for eight. A small buffet & beverage cart!” Sara was escorted back the way she came.

Sara started off being frustrated with the two men as they demonstrating a devilish side. Always with the questions? “What breed? Large are small? Experienced?” knowing full well she knew nothing about animals. Even going as far as making her talk to the vendors. Until she understood their true meaning. They wanted her to speak a little naughty. So Sara granted their wish asking, “How do you know which dog has a big penis?” With all the prodding & poking they done, Sara was pleased to see them emotionally surprised. As she asked questions, finding it encouraging. So she messed with them, giving them specific instructions to her needs!

They stood blank faced & speechless as Sara said, “Tee's my whore. I'm thinking Therry over there. She likes him so we'll use him as a treat if she performs with distinction. He'll get sloppy seconds” She paused for a moment being tickled at their open disbelief. Then continued, “The first dog must be big” She winked at the men saying, “I mean really big! The size that will choke her when he climbs up” Winking again, laughed saying “You know what I mean, am I right?” They both nodded yes. Still in a state of bewildered shock. Sara loved what she'd done to them so held nothing back. Becoming more aroused with each spoken word. The arousal do to the fact...that she was able to shock them....

She rubbed her chin attempting to look deep in thought said, “Now Carla” Sara paused with purpose. As the men hung on her every word. Leaning in to soak up each syllable, leaving her with the feeling of empowerment continued, “Carla I've yet to attain complete dominance. The animal must be compellingly irresistibly beautiful, any suggestions?” Sara slightly touched the arm of each man. Facial features begging the question. Sara stood alone in the middle of the room. Small smile playing across her lips, as Stanley & Livingstone. Quested for the perfect beasts. Taking the matter entirely out of her hands. Job completed to her satisfaction....they returned to the arena.

Part 4-The Arena

Two young men, one rolled a small piece of carpet out. The other placed a small bench down, before hurrying away being replaced by a middle aged woman. She was a petite woman with streaks of colors, red, blue & green. A virtual rainbow splashed haphazardly throughout the hair. Breast small & puffy topped orbs. They blossomed on the tip. Slender legs ran into a boyish ass. Her build holding splendid grace. Sara received a chill seeing the snake, slithering around her neck. It's body larger than the woman legs. She was holding it, letting the flickering forked tongue plant kisses to her lips. Sara wanted to run. Envisioning it's escaping & feeling it's cold body touching her leg. Only it's evil yellow eyes mesmerized her. Holding her to helpless to move or even break contact. As woman sat on the bench.

Sara knew it was silly thinking. Snakes are one of the top things on her list to fear. That woman on the other hand showed little concern. The snake unwound down her arm it's head always stretched out a foot from her limb. It's body always intertwined. Coming to the woman's fingertips, it'd slowly weaved back. With fork flicking. The pale thick snake made way over her small puffy mounds. Head disappearing as he slithers around the woman's back. Then the wide flat menacing face made another guest appearance. Only under the bench. Seeming to hover with face moving right to left, back & forth. It's movements widening with each directional change. Until finding her left leg, lingered then wrapping.

Someone touched Sara's knee. Instantly she let out an involuntarily squeal. Rising half-way to her feet before she realized it wasn't a snake. Not the least bit offended at being the butt of a joke. Took the laughter with good humor. The back end or tail? Of the snake receded from the woman's neck. Now having one complete coil around her upper body & three around her leg as it darted up. She parted her legs. The snake peered into the V, she had created. Head pressed next to the inter-thigh it advanced. The snake touched flesh at the natural Y of the woman. Hesitated then seemed to attempt to burl. Seeking the warm cavern of her pussy. The woman opened her legs wider. The snakes head disappeared from view. It's body wiggling & knotting, sliding in further. Her slight moan unmistakable.

Hands wrapped around the body of the snake. She pulled him back removing the snake from her nook. Once she held it's body. Like a whip coiling around the offensive arm, before she let him go. Attempting to reenter her warm moist haven. Soon they worked like an well oiled piston. Her pussy being the sleeve. In & out, over & over again. Momentum building, faster & faster. Her cries of pleasure admitted in waves. Her body shook as she moaned, before she screamed in ecstasy. Her body covered in a shiny slick sheen. The woman slumped in exhaustion. Sara's skin still crawled even with the snake removed.

The same two men returned. Removed the bench & carpet. One climbed on a cleverly hid forklift & fired it up. He made a quick circle, spewing cedar chips from under a spinning wheel. Dropping the forks, lifting a weird looking device. Spinning he hit the gas, the forklift shot forward. The other man had rolled out fresh carpet. At the last moment the driver hit the brakes. Dropped the load & catering off in reverse. They had changed the stage in a matter of minutes. So impressed the audience clapped.

Part 5-Unorthodox Denial

The contraption was ripped from the 15th century. Some twisted mind...added 21st century technology. It stood three foot high with a hole in the center. Topped with a platform, maybe four foot wide. Then wrapped in green vinyl filled with foam. The side had what looked like a seat jutting out higher than the platform. At least a few foot further out. It was covered in the same fabric as the top. For the the life of Sara, she remained clueless to it's function. There was a stirring of activity & she saw two individuals enter the arena. They were a complete contradiction to each other.

The woman was a tall Amazon in appearance. Standing at least 6'1” muscular & broad shouldered. Long raven black hair set off by the white heavy cloth toga she wore. It was held up by one wide strap over her shoulder. Somewhat baggy. The bottom flaring out in a pleated leather skirt. Similar to what the Roman soldiers wore. Around both elbows was a leather strap. Its end split hanging with shiny pieces of metal woven in. Dancing & swaying with her movements. Her feet were encased in sandals. With leather thongs wrapped around the calf. The flat soles fitted with long slender spikes, illustrating a menacing track. The Amazon held a leash hooked to a man following in obedience.

The man was 5'6', stout built like a fireplug. He eluded strength. Making his captivity all the more bizarre. Almost as if he was a captured soldier being led into the gladiators arena for slaughter. Dressed in a tattered loincloth. His head was covered with a shock of wild untamed hair. His body covered with matted coarse black tangled fur. The only phrase Sara could come up with was, “Beast Man?” The woman draped the leash over the seat. The man just stood in token submission. She pulled a pin, lifting the top & the hole became two half's. The man laid across the seat. At the waist, upper body along with arms in the hole. Grabbing two heavy belted ends. secured him to the seat. The top made an ominous sound of finality as she dropped the lid....restoring the pin.

Sara watched coming to the conclusion by the way the man's ass pooched skyward, he was going to be spanked. Sara lost all interest in this part of the show. Having already seeing it before. Not finding it erotic. The the woman picked up an metal cylinder. Unscrewed the top. Reached in removing a big glob of paste. Changing her mind quickly thinking instead, “Grease?” Watching her smear the glob between his ass cheeks. Once again finding herself lost to it's meaning? Thinking, “Does that make spanking hurt worse?” turning to asked. Her eyes bugged out, seeing an animal led in. It was a rather large horse. Sara became alarmed finding a small bit of relief when the man walking it...stationed the horse by the mans head. Stanley leaned over saying, “A brood mare” but she didn't know what that meant? Thou people did get a little flustered.

Another cowboy led out a different horse. It was small white, & hairy. She had never seen one before with so much hair. It sort of reminded her of a circus pony ridden by a monkey. Only this one didn't have the saddle or monkey. The pony was jumping around like he was excited. She knew it was a boy, seeing a dick almost dragging on the ground & wondered, “If they ever stepped on them by accident? Or if they were just very careful were they walked?” The cowboy led the pony behind the man she thought, “No way!” her butt cheeks involuntarily pinched. Thinking of the, “Glop of grease” still she found herself in a state of denial.

The third man entered carrying another length of rope, snapping it into the halter on the other side of the pony's head. Helping to hold him in place coz he was kicking up such a fuss. Livingstone clapped saying, “The mare is driving him crazy” Sara put it together, “Mare must be a girl!” pleased with herself for figuring it out without help. Brood? The girl horse didn't look depressed? Did they have horse shrinks? The Amazon grabbed a handful of pony cock. Causing the small horse to shy left & buck. She was quick & graceful skipping out of harms way. The two cowboys looked to be straining. Holding the animal in place. They pulling his head down as she reached in again Only this time, she pointed the dick up yelling, “Give him his head boys!” Sara became enlightened by the padded platform on top! The cowboys fed out rope & the pony reared up. Hoofs landing on the platform protecting the mans back & pony's legs. The Amazon's aim was true...the Beast man howled. As a humongous cock entered his ass....like an runaway locomotive. Sara was unsure how much he took of the dick? Figured even a fraction of an inch would be more than she'd wanted. The Amazon started jacking the dick.

Sara unable to look any more. Taking an opportunity to look around. Everyone seem so engrossed in the show. Some men & women openly masturbating. She realized there was no taboo associated with the act...almost a natural order for them to engage in. Less of coarse you captured an unwilling victim. Most individuals had a glassy gaze in their eyes. Completely oblivious to their surroundings. The sound of awe broke out of many lips. Sara turned back to the show. Wondering what the fuss might be?

The two cowboys, made the pony rear again. With practiced ease pulled him back. Clearing the bent over man by a wide margin. The pony pranced around. His dick now somewhat shriveled. Still hang down...now dripping. They led him out of sight. The girl horse led in another direction. The mans ass with scrotum hanging...had turned into a gushing geyser. Spewing out white thick liquid, that pooled & puddled. A large dark stain spread on the carpet below. The Amazon left him hanging. Leaving the faucet running. Sara excused herself, dragging two hesitant women from their seats after her.

Chapter 12

Part 1-Decisions

Once in the lobby ever faithful Diane appeared by her side. Updating Sara on the progress of her little soiree. With hesitation broached the subject of entertainment. Putting Sara on the spot. Hoping to have more time in which to ready Tee. Sighed turned & said, “Tee you will entertain in our tent tonight” Giving Tee no opportunity to respond. Carla was unlike the other woman. Approached the subject differently saying, “Carla I'm unable to make that decision for you, but have extra dogs” Carla looked disappointed & almost depressed. Sara was only concerned with her standing in public. The look given by the woman crushed Sara's very heart so she relented. By taking a few steps away. Stopping turned saying, “No, I've changed my mind” She paused letting the words she spoke sink in. Saying, “Everyone that will be in the tent knows your my bitch. Stanley & Livingstone went to great length choosing a dog for you. So you Will have sex with it, understand” The protest she half expected never came. Instead Carla's face lit into an smile saying, “Yes Herrin!” Sara took a deep breath & they reentered the arena.

Once seated Sara beheld the giant rat or Capybara as Charles called it. Sara figured you could give it an fancy name....it's still be a rodent. It's body was almost four foot long. Hair a reddish-brown. Standing a good two foot tall, with a yellow-brown underside. Stationed between a bored looking woman's legs. Wondering how they taught it to eat pussy without biting? Coming to the conclusion it was nothing but smoking-mirrors...an Magicians illusion. She had shoved a carrot up her muff. And the rat was munching merrily away. The crowd was growing restless with the deception. The woman was booed...then hurried out!

Sara watched with interest as the two men reappeared removing the carpet, replacing it with an 20'x20' gray tarp, staking each corner down holding it tawny. Livingstone leaned over saying, “Almost intermission. Time for audience participation” That left Sara somewhat perplexed. One man returned to the forklift. Lifted an device placing it in the center of the tarp. Sara immediately recognized it as an mid-evil stockade. Hole for the head & two on either side to detain hands. The nature of it's immediate use still a mystery? She didn't even wish to guess!

The Amazon warrior returned leading an tall gangling limed man, shuffling behind her. Opening the device she secured him. Made a full circle around him in inspection. Pleased with her handy work. Sara was confused seeing the two cowboys enter each carrying a bushel basket. Sara was ready to run if they contained more snakes! Much to her relief they held eggs & soft tomatoes. Still in denial thought, “No way” Never losing that thought until the crowd hurried down & the first egg flew! Sara stood in disbelief flanked by Stanley & Livingston. Tee, Young Gerald, Cal & Carla down in the arena chucking both tomatoes & eggs at the man. Laughing like maniacs. When the artillery ran low....the cowboys returned bearing more. Soon the gangling man was juicy & dripping. Sara left returning to the lobby, with the two older men.

The lobby now contained an improvised wet bar. Five sections fitted together. Attended by four bartenders mixing drinks in an efficient manner. The bar was at least six deep with guest calling out orders. Sara becoming amazed again seeing the two men walk up & the crowd parted. Giving them access next. Smiling she thought, “Even the elitist have Elites among them” sipping the ginger-ale handed to her.

Part 2-The Eagle has Landed

An older woman began to chat with her named Opal. She was a sweet pleasant woman. Frail frame with a rock on her finger weighting her hand down. Sara had to wonder, “Is that diamond real?” Her hair was mousy brown. Losing all luster with age & to many chemicals over the years. She stood 5'7” Sara estimated ninety pounds soaking wet. Dressed like an old woman, in an heavy fabric dress. Opal was charming, had a soft voice forcing you to lean in to hear. Opal introduced her husband. A man Sara estimated to be half her age. He had slicked backed black hair & wearing a three piece suit. His eyes were shifty & he spoke belligerent. The first thing that left his mouth was an insult aimed at his wife. Sara took an immediate dislike towards him. Turning her back on man. She refusing to even acknowledge his presents.

Opal's husband Alex, began to sound annoying. Similar to a skipping record asking the same question that she chose to ignore. Only louder with each asking. Finally pissed grabbed Sara by the arm, twisting her to face him. Sara had swore the day she dropped that lit match. That no one would touch her again without repercussion. He yelled, “Whore, you will look at me when I speak!” Win or lose...she hit him on the side of the head with her helmet! His face turned the color of a beet. The vein on forehead thumped...with pulsing blood. Sara steadied herself thinking, “Awe Crap!”

Then a shiny eagle landed on the top of Alex's head. It wasn't a love tap. But one applied with passion! Alex resembled a sack of rice. Making a heap on the floor. This grinning silver headed devil stepped over the carcass. He apologized to Opal. Before turning his attention to Sara saying, “Thank you, my fair Lady” She was confused so asked, “Why are you thanking me? It's I who should thank you!” He grinned even bigger saying, “Names Arthur & I've been wanting to clot that clod for some time” Sara responded, “Arthur, like king?” The man gave a throaty laugh saying, “Heavens no! As a king everyone whats your crown, with your head in it. More of an Earl!” Sara giggled over his good nature asked, “Earl of Cane. How may this lowly maiden reward you?” His laughter boomed! Looking around speaking in an conspirator tone, “It would help, the Earl of Cane, if you'd allow me to introduce you to my wife Mildred!”

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Mildred was an ancient woman. One of the few founders of this organization still kicking. She viewing herself as royalty in the world of uninhibited sex. She watched the woman standing before her with eyes that screamed shrewdness. Blue set in steel! She had been interested in Sara since she first appeared. A woman of her standing didn't solicit a meeting Instead did, what an woman of her means did, “Hire an Investigator!” She sent him to the small town Sara hailed from asking questions. The report was simple...no criminal activity. She was a millionaire...barely counted in mere hundreds. The woman was well like, almost loved. Married to an abusive man. One thing that was surprising. Was that her Detective came in contact with four others doing the same job. Looking around the room could only speculate who employed them, but process of elimination. Gave her a fair idea. The last piece of information was, “Sara most likely started the fire” After reading the report on Sara's husband. Became disgusted that none rendered aid. Mildred decided she would of burnt his ass too. Only a lot sooner!

When introduced Sara showed the proper respect. Calling her, “Mrs Mildred” Not being given a last name. Looked her in the eyes & framed every answer with thought. Her husband was charmed by the girl. Completely smitten by the title she'd bestowed him, “Earl of Cane” That showed quick wit & a fun loving nature. As long as it wasn't taken to far! With the little talk, plus the report. The woman came to a snap judgment. Mildred was old with no legacy in place. She looked at this woman, as the best candidate to become her prodigy. Next in line for the throne. Handing Sara a card. Mildred instructed her to call at precisely at 1:15 pm in two weeks from today. Sara impressed her when she wrote down the time & date, before making the promise. Putting it all back in the bag. Mildred watched the woman leave. Had her driver bring the limo around. Deciding the evening was very productive after all.

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Charles took in the meeting between Sara & Mildred with interest. Dying to know what was discussed? He was mildly irritated when fist-a-cuffs broke out. Horrified seeing his “Precious Sara” caught in the middle of the fray thinking, “Heads will roll” Finding out Alex had assaulted Sara in an unprovoked manner swore he'd destroy the bastard! Then he saw Sara hurry over to Opal & the woman's face once filled with shame...broke into a smile!

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Opal was leaving. Alex had went to far, even if she wanted to...would be unable to save him. Though she had no plans to. She wondered how to over come this? Then the woman approached her apologizing for causing a scene. Asking for forgiveness? Began chatting like nothing even happened. More so when she confide in her about being worried about the private party tonight. That was one thing Opal understood so said, “Sara it's important to delegate preparations, but you must always check their work” She found out Sara hadn't, so insisted they do it now!

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Leaving the pavilion they were assaulted with the humid night air. Sara became concerned when the tent flap lifted Surprised at being enfolded in cold air “Air conditioning in a tent?” Finding the once bare interior had underwent a transformation in such a short time. To the right held an long table. With silver covered dishes emitting a tantalizing odor. A chef lifted each cover for Sara's inspection. Having to admit she didn't recognize most the food. Still the fragrance was divine. On the left of the room was a bar fully stocked, presided over by rather heavenly looking man. Sara took a moment to fantasize, before continuing her inspection.

Opal asked Diane, “Who's presiding?” Diane went to the back of the tent saying, “Simon, will you please come here” The Amazon warrior entered. Sara blinked changing her mind. The woman had changed. Gone was the wardrobe of the arena only now......Her raven hair was put up in little ringlets. Crowned in an small reef of wildflowers fashioned by her own hands. Simon still wore a simple white toga that dropped to the floor. Only this time starting at the knees. The bottom was cut into one inch strips. Each one weighted down with a small lead weights. Each time she moved, they'd sway & swung. Giving glimpses of ankle as they peeked through. The only jewelry she wore. Was an armlet on either side. Molded in the image of two dragons standing watch...awaiting her very command. Sara was convinced if ever there was a “Goddess of War” Simon was her very image!

The first question Simone asked, “Entertainment?” Sara had been thinking about that. Each act had betrayed a commercial quality, packaged in the same wrapping. Sara took Simone, Tee & Carla aside explaining what she wanted. For her part Tee became excited. Carla was unsure of the first part, but when Sara said, “I'll handle it” She too became animated. Simone had a faraway look before saying, “Tricky, but doable” She then said, “I know Gerald's taste, I've brought a girl especially for him. With your permission we'll add her too?” Sara asked Diane if Simone could act as hostess too? One looked confused, the other concerned. The later Diane Sara asked, “Would you honor me & be my guest tonight?”

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Diane's first thought, “Sara's disappointed at my arrangements” From the start had no idea of her tastes or wants. Pretty much just playing it by ear. Shocked when she heard the woman's request. Putting her in an dilemma. Sara smiled warming her heart when she said, “Don't worry, I'll deal with Stanley & Livingstone” Diane actually believed her so agreed. Watching the woman leave to fetch the men. Insisting among protest, that another should go. Sara wouldn't relent!

Part 3-New Era

Looking down into the arena, her first thought was, “Boring” a woman copulating, with a long haired red dog. She didn't know what kind, but he did look beautiful. The woman performing was attractive. Only to Sara's ears the moans sounded fake. Sara received the image of an woman laying there smoking a cigarette...while the man humped away. He might as well be reading the Sports Illustrated. The special Swimsuit addition. One just wanted it over. Then a young woman interrupted her thoughts saying, “Mistress Simone sent me” She was simply a beauty. Sara not the least surprised in Stanley's taste. Sara filled her in on the performance. What she expected. Finishing with, “If you do it right, he will feel like the only one in the tent!” The woman gave a brilliant smile & had a look of eagerness. Sara caught Livingstone's eye. Motioning him to come. Soon the small group began migrating in her direction. Unconcerned of the disruption they caused.

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Stanley was surprised when Sara extended her arm saying, “I must apologize in advance, please forgive me?” He heard the old goat say, “Anything my Dear” He took an more subtle approach asking, “What are you in need of apologizing about?” He listened as she explained about inviting Diane as a guest. Looking into her face finding pure innocents in a persons place in the hierarchy of things. His next question related to the immediate need of Diane asking, “Who could possible host in her place?” Thinking, “Got you!” she simply said, “Simone” He couldn't remember the last time his orders were countermanded? He gave it one more try before blowing up saying, “Then pray tell who will oversee this entertainment?” pointing to the arena. Sara looked thoughtful before answering, “Isn't it the nature of the lady, to oversee to the Kings comfort before others?” He opened his mouth. The vein never popped. Conceited to being out foxed. Patted her hand saying, “Your forgiven” Becoming quickly distracted by the young woman standing in the background. His desire stirred! Stanley continued giving off hand glances at the woman, until they entered the the tent. Seeing Opal in pure amazement. Even after the altercation, Sara had somehow folded her into the group. Creating yet another formidable alliance. Once more being forced to open, “Sara's box” inserting this tidbit of information.

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Sara saw Stanley's open lust to her new arrival. Smiling informing the girl to always be in his view, but remain at a distance to retain the orb of mystery. Knowing it'd be beneath his dignity to approach in solicitation. Sara saw to her guests needs. A genial touch to the arm, small chatter to each individual. Seeming to be everywhere at once. Once fed & seated...each comfortable with their favorite beverage. Sara announced, “Entertainment will now be served” Soft contemporary music changed to an soul thumping beat, catching everyone off guard. The bass reverberated & bouncing off both people. & canvas. That quickened the pulse. Tee slowly rose, swaying to it's tempo, never approaching the front. Always weaving between seats. The audience always having to twist & turn creating a slight challenge keeping her in view. With an erotic slowness, began to shed her cloths Her shirt here, the skirt there. Clad only in g-string panties. She danced her way in a provocative manner to the front. A little tease here...before moving off.

All eyes strained to watch her every move. Being shifted once again as she moved. Gracefully to the back, surprise blossomed in waves when she was discreetly handed a leash. Sara smiled, by the effect that showed on each face. Stunned that the animal performed so well. The dog was large & formidable looking. Light-brown with white splotches. His chest wide & mighty. A pit bull chosen by the very men, watching in fascination. The animal didn't just walk in with the woman. He engaged in dance...feet skipping to the beat. They watch a new form of dirty dancing. He'd move between her legs, then spin back around. Tee would mimic his turn, before letting him pass unhindered again. Always she moved seemingly closer to the ground. Caressing his back as young lovers will. They continued to dirty dance, the audience soon forgotten. Leaving just two partners out on the floor.

Sara's breath caught in her throat, as the scene unfolded. Almost forgetting the dancers were an woman & dog. She glanced at the trainer with barely a nod. The woman pressed a whistle to her lips, giving a soundless blow. The animal looked then obeyed the signal. Sitting on his hunches before a still moving Tee. She still swayed & lightly wiggled. Becoming lower with each passing second until her butt bumped ground. The dog watched her legs part, with anticipation. Disciple prevailing sat like a statue. Everyone having different ideas running though their mind!

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Opal sat speechless, for years she had been an connoisseur of fine bestiality. Only this went above & beyond all expectations. It being the purest form imaginable. She looked at the young woman Sara thinking, “She's the Master of illusion. Creating such an performance” She found herself aroused. Her very senses stimulated before the act was even consummated. Looking over at young Gerald sitting on the couch next to her trying cleverly to hide his erection. Smiled thinking, “Your not as clever as you think” Opal was thankful she retained her dinner plate. That hid an wandering hand.

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Young Gerald caught the old Lady out of the corner of his eye being discrete thinking, “Shit is she masturbating?” Which in turn gave him hope, “If someone that old is able to be aroused? He had a lot of years of pleasure ahead!” This was something new. Almost like plucking someone from the audience.

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Livingstone marveled, he was in his own private world. Eyes closed he replaced Tee, with Sara! Imagining it was her dancing instead. Becoming more aroused with each article Sara removed. When she started to dance with the dog. That slow nasty grind of better things to come! He felt his dick began to tweak & jump. Beginning it's journey towards resurrection. Without thought his fingers started tapping in tune of the music. Giving little caresses to the hidden meat.

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Carla was mesmerized, hardly able to wait her turn. She knew to top this she'd have to become very creative. The plan like Tee's was already formulated. At first she had to admit hesitation, but the concept was was unconventional. Now she understood the full potential. She looked over at Sara thinking, “Right, for someone who doesn't enjoy bestiality, you sure have a flair for it's craft!”

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Diane couldn't believe the uncontrollable urge that was overtaking her. It laid heavy...her jeans felt tight & stifling. She played the game of squeezing knees together. Not only were her panties wet. They decided to take a stroll up into her crease making the situation all that more unbearable. Thinking, “Shit how long has it been since I last performed?” Glancing at Sara thinking, “Brilliant!”

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Cal looked at his wife, seeing a tit peek free, never believing someone could make her their bitch...yet Sara did! She had forbidden Carla from latching that button & he could see it irritated her. She'd fasten it, then hurry to undo it. Sara had taken him to the side making an request. He was instantly aroused. Still played hard to get. Extracting something in return. She had listened carefully, then smiled big saying, “That can be arranged” Now he thought, “If Sara can pull it off, he'll bow before her too” He set Tee's top on his wife's lap, she flicked it to the floor; not amused!

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Stanley was in awl, he had no use for the thumping music when it started thinking, “Just another striptease” When it started finding it somewhat sexy having to twist in his seat to watch. Somewhat startled when she paraded herself with the dog. Almost like they were dancing together. No handler or trainer. No Simone...just an girl & dog. The thought almost unthinkable. He had to ask himself, “Am I seeing a new era in entertainment? Will others try to reenact this?” Then thought, “Who's idea? Sara's, Diane's or Simone?” He looked at the faces surrounding him. Everyone was so engrossed caught in their own little fantasy. Looking at the woman before him decided her moans wont be fake. Smiled seeing the old goat discretely attempting to masturbate!

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When Tee's ass hit the carpet she simple forgot about all the people around. Instead having eyes alone for the dog. Nothing else mattered. She spread her legs slowly, inciting the beast driving him to an sex craved mind. Looking to the trainer nodded. The whistle blew, the animal moved. Into the parted legs he went. Permission granted not having to be asked twice. She emitted a fragrance of heat. The scent so tantalizing. The source cleverly hiding...concealed with a simple piece of fabric. The dog licked & prodded. To no avail...growing agitated from being denied.

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Sara stared in fascination, seeing Tee actually teasing the animal. Amazed that being bit never seemed to cross her mind. Sara was aroused, but told herself, “Not about bestiality, it was simply from the striptease!” She sympathized with the dog, being teased thinking, “Just take off your damn panties” Hers soon began to feel like a steel chastity belt. Cutting off circulation to her legs, with an tingling sensation. Moving & making a little squirm. Had an opposite effect. It acted like a vice...with the panties pinched her ass. Crawling inside her crotch. Forcing moister to seek an new path. Little trickles made there way down the crack. Sara was no longer concerned about exhibition. Being aroused at the idea of being watch. Now it seemed somewhat wrong, though her panties just bit in deeper!

Part 1-Follies

The dog pushed in further using his overwhelming strength, paw lifting attempting to remove the obstacle impeding his path. Tee lifted her legs, pinching knees against his neck moaning softly. He set his paws giving a tremendous shove. Tee's ass slid across the floor. The whistle blew, for the first time the handler was forced to give an verbal command. The animal reluctantly moved back returning to his hunches. Only this time the dog no longer resembled a statue, but a quivering mass of energy.

With legs still up Tee managed to lift her ass, slipping the string from beneath her painstakingly slow. The once pronounce V in-front was crinkled fabric, with a cleft down the middle, darkly stained in wetness. As the strings moved closer to her knees the very materiel, seemed to latch onto the lips. Struggling before losing the fight & peeling away from an wanting valley. Over the knees the panties move. Ankles then feet feet, the last obstacle to meet...before taking flight. The dogs stared intent as the panties flew, his head following their journey Gazing again at the woman before him.

Tee rolled over onto her belly, legs closed, and straight out. Her arms flaring out on either side, resembling that of a human T. Graceful and sure her legs drew up, propelling her derriere into the air, as it reached for the sky. Tee's back formed an arch, ass up, head on the ground. She gave a slight smile as she spread her legs. The dog now shaking in desire, forcing the trainer, to repeat the command, “Stay” Over and over! Tee gave the woman another nod, and with a word spoken. His reaction was that of a bullet leaving the barrel...heading straight for the target.

Sara startled a little as the dog engaged, hand jumping to her throat in fright. Seeing that the animal was only horny, became conscious of her arm grazing a nipple; thru the fabric. The caress was unmistakably arousing, feeling her panties tighten once again. With everyone distracted, took the opportunity to slip her hand under the skirt, then things went from bad, to worse. Catching the sheer material, she pulled it out of her crease. Causing the fabric to drag across her clit sending a spasm coursing within. Sara stifled a moan before it escaped, relieved none seemed to take notice.

With fugitive looks from the corner of her eyes, she hooked her panties with a finger & pulled, finding her ass in the way, and they wouldn't budge. Shifting in her seat, her butt lifted. Resting back down found herself in a worse predicament. Her elastic settling in an unnatural position, across her bottom. Sara sighed removing her hand. Now being more aroused & uncomfortable. Eyes returned to the show, once again surprised with the antics of the beast.

Part 3-Fair Play

All eyes watched the dog thinking, “He's going to mount her” but that didn't happen. Twisting his head he buried his snout deep between Tee's legs. Unhindered his long tongue worked. Tee let out an surprised yelp, soon changing into an chorus of moans. Each one seeming stronger than the last. Sara being closer than the last time, watch a pink tissue appear. It quivered then grew, and she could make out a pointed head. The dog lifted a paw onto Tee's ass, and everyone leaned forward, it soon returned back to the ground. Again munching merrily away.

Sara pondered the tongue, long, flat, and wide. Put it on a man, and you'd have, “Paradise found” The paw lifted up his weight shifted, anticipation heightened The dog went back to eating muff. The question begged to be asked, “Was this payback?” did dogs have a sense of fair play? It almost seemed he was teasing Tee, denying her what she wanted. Sara was mesmerized as he still grew, it almost resemble a real penis. Only it didn't have a knob on the end, and the dogs cock was pointed. Never seeing an uncircumcised male, naturally jump to the conclusion all men looked the same.

The dog went though the ritual. Acting like he was going to mount, being fooled twice, nobody bit. Up like a flash he flew, with aim that was true he struck. Tee squalled in surprise. Back legs dancing. Paws gripping her waist he slammed her back. Doggy dick penetrated her pussy, pulled back, rammed forward. Each time growing stouter with mass. Tee let out an gut retching moan. Sara gasped...in her heart she always felt it was fake. Sure that the video she watched was a trick of the camera, or fancy editing. When she saw Clair, being so far away & preoccupied. It had to be an simple illusion! But now. No! She saw with her own eyes, the dogs cock slide into Tee's now drenched twat. Sara leaned in closer, looked only to see that they didn't trick her? By somehow gluing a dildo to the dog.

The animal pounded away, his mannerism quick, hard & to the point. Almost hopping from foot to foot, with little wallowing movements. Tee's moans took on a chant like quality, each following with an more defined feverish pitch. The sound growing, as the animal did inside her. Then without warning Tee embroiled with an orgasm. Almost screaming, “Yessss” Sara blinked! Amazed in the speed in which it happened, two maybe three minutes? The dog went still. She wondered, “Do dogs have orgasms too?” He acted like a man would when shooting his wad.

The dog rolled off the side of Tee. His cock went into slow mo. In an unhindered withdraw from the cavern that held it. More shaft became visible, until the tip cleared the opening. Falling to hang swollen & thick. Blue veins still pulsing on the surface. Carrying blood in quantity to the head. The dog's head twisted, leaning in, began to lick his own cock. Tee on the other hand, pivoted on an hip. Plopping down on her ass, with slightly spread legs.

Sara saw Tee look directly at her, smiling inserted a finger back into her pussy. Once buried deep, she worked it like a scoop causing thin runny soup to dribbling out. Sara asked the question to herself, “Dog sperm?” then the next one, “Can she get pregnant?” The dog turned, cleaning the gooey discharge from between her legs. This time Sara was able to watch the tongue, with an unobstructed view. It looked almost pleasant, her friend moaned. Sara wondered, “If that was still classified as sex?” Once again feeling a chill of arousal!

Part 4-Knot?

Sara became conscious of the trainer for the first time. Before she had resembled a light switch on the wall. One knew it was there, but never thought about it, until you had to turn it on, or off. Tee resumed the position, of being on all fours. The handler reached under the dog grabbing his dick. Sara giggle almost uncontrollably, with the thought of, “Handler handling?” Then seeing an oversize bulb, her first instinct was balls?

Not aiming the question at anyone in particular said, “I didn't know the nuts fall out to?” Both men looked, with a guarded appearance on their face. Their first thought being, “She's kidding right?” Yet all they saw was an naive women instilled with curiosity. They both chirped, “It's a knot” thinking that explains everything. She savored the word on the tongue, examining it with her eyes, the name seemed apt.

Gripping the cock behind the knot. Pulled it back behind the dog under his tail, pointing out. Using drama Tee eased back on the shaft, taking great care. Allowing it to disappear, wishing for an mirror to gaze into. Her movements started slow, building into an frenzy of lust. Her cum filled pussy making a sloppy slapping sound. Moans once again broke forth. The dogs dick becoming frothy, until another orgasm erupted. Screaming in rapturous ecstasy, she pulled off the shaft. Laying on the carpet content. The handler left with the dog.


Everyone sat in a state of disbelief, after this performance, wondering, “Whats next? Sara stood, the one idea consuming her mind was, “Get out of these damn panties” saying politely before she left the tent was, “Please freshen your drinks, then we'll see, what we see” Hurrying out.

Diane, remembering the house dress in her car. Followed closely on her heels.

 

Chapter 13

Part 1-Element of Surprise

Sara returned after having a dog walker catch her removing her panties behind the tent. The woman seemed just as surprised as Sara. Entering though the back. The first time seeing all the dogs for her use...some rather large. They all started barking, the noise following her as she entered the tent. Everyone look to see what the commotion was. Simone immediately coming to her side. All the guest were now standing around. Without giving warning, gave the sign to Cal, who dragged a hesitant wife forward. Sara believing that illusion...would create an erotic scene.

No one thought to sit, instead watched in small groups. Wondering if Cal, caught in the moment acted? Standing behind Carla pulled the tails of her blouse, out of the shorts. Only two bottom buttons standing in the way. Instead of undoing the buttons, Cal slid his hands under the blouse, removing two ripe melons. Presenting his wife as an gift.

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Cal's breathing came out in great gusts, loving every minute of this game. Never in his wildest dreams, did he believe this moment would come! He decided to push the envelope. Reaching up seizing both breast, searching for her nipples, then tweaked violently. Carla squalled in surprise, then softly moaned. Finding the fabric on either side of the blouse, ran his hands down, then yanked. One button sailed like a missile hitting within a group of disbelieving onlookers. They watch the orb hit the ground, momentarily spin...before finding it's final resting spot. Cal gave another mighty yank! Only the sound of fabric ripping greeted his ears. Carla's facial features cringed, but she remained mute.

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As with the other guest, Opal was caught flat footed & unsure. It was unusual having a semi-prominent member as an pet, but not unheard of. Everything she thought was known about Sara was slowly evaporating. The woman was becoming an illusion in her own right. Sara now became her key to salvation. Opal now looked to Sara as a true follower!

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Diane eased next to Sara, wanting to be noticed. Taking a deep breath leaned in whispered, “I'm jealous of how easy you pulled this off” Purposely pressing her breast into the woman's arm. Diane was under no illusion...she was aroused by power & it emanated off this woman in massive waves. She was an stigma, people wanted to follow Sara. Just this simple contact lit her body up...like the sky on the Fourth of July. Incendiary explosions all but consuming. Sara whispered, “Are you trying to get me horny?” for the first time in years, Diane felt herself blush!

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Out in front, Cal had pulled the blouse over his wife's shoulders & down her arms. To everyone surprise stopped mid-way. Having everyone's attention, sleeves around her wrists. Took the tails bound them tight. Carla looked mystified, by the treatment. Sara having read, about all dominance last week Became aroused in the way Carla was displayed. Only concerned with the fact...that it was coming from Cal & not her. Sara not one to be the focus of attention, knew she had to act decisively now.

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Stanley watched undecided, sit or remain standing? Was this part of the entertainment? Too many questions, so few answers? In this short display. He saw Sara move. He was staggered by the revelation, “She's the dominate presents in this tent, at this moment even surpassing him?” That was a large pill to swallow...finding it quite unsettling. Looking at the three chairs in the center...for the first time seeing hers was the largest...by design or accidental? Then the thought crossed his mind, “Was Mildred, Queen making?” Deciding this woman must be kept close, as Sara moved to stand before the couple, with an dignified air.

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Sara had never been more scared in her life, as all eyes focused on her. She turned to the crowd saying, “Please sit” almost giggling at the mad dash that erupted. Sara felt the sheer power drape over herself. Looking into the eyes of all the guest. One by one, they broke contact first, until she came to the kings, Stanley, & Livingston. One looked morbidly fascinated. The other Sara realized, his features represented that of a love sick puppy? Forcing this new thought down to contemplate later, as she turned to face Carla.

The woman stood facing her, somewhat taller & looking down on her. Not in dominance, but still it wouldn't do, Sara ordered Carla to her knees. Where as Tee was graceful as a dancer, Carla proved to be uncoordinated & quite clumsy. Without the aid of her husband...would of smacked her face into the carpet. At least a half of dozen times. Breasts hanging, arms secured. She fell to her knees constantly moving her body in an wobbling fashion. Just to keep upright. Sara mustered inter-strength & outstretch her hand. The woman leaned in kissing it. Not knowing where the thought blossomed from. Sara whispered into Carla's ear, satisfied with the look with the look on her face. Hurried off to sit in fear of relenting.

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The whole situation was spiraling out of control in Carla's view. Under normal situations, she would of never let Cal take such extreme liberties. She figured Sara was testing her. Carla both loved, hated & worshiped this woman. Getting to her knees without the use of arms proved difficult. When Sara held out her hand...she automatically kissed it in submission. Finding it somewhat arduous in front of these individuals. Then Sara terrified the shit out of her whispering, “I haven't decided whether the dog will fuck you or not?” She actually used the word, “Fuck” finding it very discerning, then went on to say, “I swear if you don't perform well, so help me.... I'll stand you in a corner rest the night!” That was bad enough, but god help her. Sara wasn't finished, continuing to suck the will from her with, “You are now equal to Tee” When Sara next spoke, it sent an chill up her spine saying, “To get Cal to do this, I had to offer him a deal.” Sara smiled finishing with, “Naturally you'll pay” Carla watched the woman walking away, before she was yanked to her feet.

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Sara had grown accustom to the genteel mannerism of the two older men so waited until they stood before taking her seat. On cue they both popped up like a, “Jack in the box” More out of curiosity, than self-gratification. Purposely pressing her breast into Charles arm before asking, “Is this what you want?”

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Charles mind raced...like an Thoroughbred out of the gate thinking. “What did she mean by; Is that what you want?” His mind having difficulty concentrating on anything, but the soft full flesh pressed against him. Becoming paralyzed with embarrassment on uttering the words, “Marry Me” Sara's brow creased in thought. Seeming to stare into his very soul, before making the statement, “I believe dinner would be more appropriate” His thoughts turned to pleasure, “She didn't say No!” Charles gaze turned to Diane, perturbed that Sara gave her the night off. When he needed her to make arrangements! “Now” He felt a sudden nakedness, as the breast slipped away. Though its texture & couture still rested heavy on his mind.

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Turning back to the antics of Carla. Sara pondered the question, “Marry Charles?” for the life of her, unable to see the benefit in that.

Carla was back on her feet, with Cal looking in pure bliss. He started to unbutton her shorts, stopped with a big shit eating grin covering his entire face then said, “Stay” running off towards the back of the tent. He paused halfway yelling over his shoulder, “Stay” before disappearing from view. Sara thought, “This is new” Carla showed signs of being both irritated & confused. Cal returned standing behind his wife. To add insult to misery patted her head saying, “Good girl” For the first time Sara questioned her decision in making a deal with that man?

Along with everyone else, she watched with an growing fascination. Cal took out an clasp knife, and start sawing thru the shorts fabric. Looking somewhat of a maniac, when two halves hit the floor. Cal seemed very pleased with the garments malfunction. Carla's reaction was somewhat different.

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The woman held her breath with the flashing of knife. Her husband not being, what some would call, “Handy” After all did he not buy, an unloaded gun & still manage to shoot himself in the foot! The seller shook his head sadly saying, “I'm not going to charge ya for that lesson” Looked down at the blood bubbling from the hole in the shoe. Stating in his manner of fact voice, “But it'd behoove ya, to treat all firearms. As if loaded!”

The cold edge of steel slipped under her waistband. Beginning to hack away. It's tip leaving a prickly sensation on her skin. Carla's mind ran rapid, thinking of what could go wrong. Terror caught in her throat...yet she had an thrill of arousal also flowing within. One side cut from top to bottom hanging free. The knife whispered across her ass. Touched flesh on her leg, before slithering under fabric.

Cal resumed his ungraceful slaughter, only this time from the bottom up. All pressure eased, as the shorts split in two, leaving only the soft kiss of air on her ass. As the shorts fluttered down. In his excitement, Cal dropped the knife. It's shiny blade reflected off her ankle. He scooped the two halves up, presenting them over his head with an “War Whoop” like some kind of conquering hero. Carla watch a scarlet jewel form on her ankle. It slowly grew, before becoming an glistening trail, adding yet another staining spot on the carpet. Carla felt truly alive, for the fist time in years!

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Sara lost her restraint & outright laughed seeing Cal dance a little jug. Waving his trophies like a couple scalps, before letting them fly. One landed in the lap of Young Gerald, all eyes followed. Having ever ones stare, he soon grew uncomfortable being caught. Jealousy wiped the laughter off Sara's face!

Part 2-What the....?

Watch the display before her, new life pumped into Opal's normally dry old pussy. Feeling the stain spreading across her panties. She could see the bulge of an erection on the young man beside her. Thinking, “God, I'm old enough to be his Grandmother” Pinching her legs shut, she became conscious of the little wet bubbles escaping. He feet soon became trapped, encased in the heavy shoes she wore. Removing one, Opal felt the instant gratifying release, so kicked off the other. Out of the corner of her eye, saw Little Gerald placing his hand on his lap. To her delight, both thumbs began making secretive, fugitive movements. Attempting to caress the length of his cock.

Opal tried to pet her kitty, but her dress acted as an cast iron cage. Heavy & restricting. Her imagination soon running parallel to the youth she once held thinking, “Without relief soon, my kitty will start meowing” Her toe acted on its own violation. Sneaking over touching a sock covered calf, traveling up and finding skin. The big toe hooking a sock, dragging it down. Opal smiled knowing 40 years ago, this little act would drive a man insane.

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The Mighty white hunter was shocked still. With the playful dance the old lady demonstrated on his leg. He blinked thinking, “Shit, if that doesn't feel sexy” His dick desperately trying to pierce the tight leopard print underwear he wore. An idea bounced in his head, “Grandma sex?” Opal's hand was still under the plate. Reaching over he removed it. Her hand endeavored to play nice. As it became still, but soon started twitching. Laughing removed his hand from his lap. Opal's eyes widened & the twitch turned to a hard pressed stroke. Then it was his turn for surprise, as the old lady moved with suddenness. Her grip grasped his dick. Fingertips tapping out some forgotten tune.

The young man had a strong desire enshrining him; wanting to see & taste puckered up pussy. Covered with a gray mantel. Not sure if it was an normal attitude...but boy did he ever want to! Thinking, “Holy shit” looked around, as her other hand joined the first. She undid the belt with a hunger. Button unhooked the zipper rasped...like a loud chainsaw. Filling his ears with a crisp ripping sound. Opal's legs parted, her knee touching his as an invitation to, “Come on in” Young Gerald was going to put a stop to this madness....until bare fingers slipped in.

The sensation was unbelievable. Her grip belied that of an old lady...strong & sure. His trousers played the part of a sheath. Her fingertips coaxing the fellow out. First the head of the snake appeared, followed by shaft as it burst forth. It didn't take long, for the whole cock to become exposed. Only the scrotum & balls remained concealed. Standing his cock straight-up. Finding sheer bliss in the age spots. As her hand jacked his dick. Young Gerald was finding difficulty, in watching the crowd...while this magic hand played. He, “Wondered?” Then put a palm on the top of Opal's head. It was all the encouragement needed. Her head followed his hand. Wrapping strong lips around his shaft, going down unbelievably slow. She made a slight gag, before sliding back up. Dick covered in slobber having no choice, but to respond with a moan. The young man's eyes slowly slid shut. She continued to deep-throat his cock. Down then up, with a slurp in between.

Opal's knee lifted, her skirt creating an gaping dark cavern showing more leg, than he ever saw before. His hand touched a pantyhose clad thigh...she moaned. The higher his fingers roamed...the more expertly, her mouth worked his cock. Then The White Hunter, caught movement out of the cornier of his eye. Taking the shape of white materiel. It drifted in an high arch. All eyes following its descent. To drape causally over the old ladies head. Then startling silence pursued, interrupted only by an, oblivious woman; gagging & slobbering on his cock. The hunter, really wanted to be somewhere else!

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Stanley thought, “My son's turning into one perverted individual” Not that it distressed him much. Smiling at an inside joke, “The apple doesn't drop far from the tree!”

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Charles chanted, “Fuck, fuck, fuck” in his mind, truly believing he was going to watch,the young buck fuck Sara tonight.

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Opal sat up, wiping the slobber off her chin. The only thing troubling her, was an unfinished job. Half a of pair of shorts now covered the Cubs privates. Much to his horror, she was still jacking his cock. The up & down motion plainly visible, even with the draped fabric. The young man groaned, then splashed into the material. The cum dripping from it, onto her hand, by virtue of gravity. Removing her hand, she momentarily watched the warm thick substances trickle down her finger. Without hesitation popped the digits of delight into her mouth. Sucking the savory treat clean thinking, “I may be old, but not out!” Deciding some how, some way; “I'm going to fuck tonight!”

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Cal ceased all activity to watch the old lady suck the cum from her finger thinking, “Ya I'd probably do it too”

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Simone was horrified thinking, “This can't be happening!” knowing in her heart she'd be blamed. All her hard work going down the tube, because some amateur decides to play, “ Fuck Master” She admitted to herself, it might be arousing to the common folk. Only these people had sophisticated taste.

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Diane had eyed the old lady from the start. Somewhat surprised when she attempted to seduce the young man. She often wondered if old pussy felt the same to an young man, as really old dick felt to her? Sometimes old cock was good, but lets face it; most the time after 70, it's mostly soft, and gooey. Two grunts equal a mess. Being much more than that....your stepping into heart attack country.

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Tee loved this place, still nude she had no intention of dressing anytime soon. The go juice pumped into her by the dog, still dribbled. The way she saw things, every woman in this place, rich or poor was a whore...no exceptions! Tee found herself turned on watching that old cunt working the young dick. Carla? “Holy shit! Who knew that bitch was a first class slut?” She giggled uncontrollably imagining Sara sandwiched between two aged cocks fastened to wrinkled bodies. Tee thought with a laugh, “No, no, they'll do it by proxy!” then climb a rooftop screaming, “Look at my manhood!” Tee almost fell off the chair in a fit of hysterics.

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Her mind was filled with an blinding hot rage thinking. “Who the fuck are you?” Carla had been performing her ass off. Then this stupid bitch, sucks a dick & steals the limelight. “It's just not fair” she whispered............Her humiliation felt complete! She cringed, staring into the corner, as it seemed to be beckoning.

Chapter 14

Out of respect, all eyes returned to the front of the tent, but none could quite shake the image of “Grandma sex” Sara finding her confidence eroded by the actions of granny. The entertainment seemed to have stalled. Cal seemed bewildered, & confused. Sara knew something drastic needed to happen, but what? She remembered an old adage, “What can go wrong, will go wrong. After all it was some kind of law.” Anger mollified, Sara found she needed a shot of adrenaline or better yet instant courage. Taking the tumbler from Charles fingers. Pored the dark amber liquid into her mouth. The liquor sheered the back of her throat like battery acid. Not even close to the warm fuzzy felling described by others. Eyes bulged, then water restricting her view. As oxygen was ripped from her lungs. Gasping for breath, Sara realized she had now become the spectacle.

This warm glow soon filled her tummy. Sara felt the agonizing death of a few thousand brain cells. Filling her mind with stupid thoughts; that she perceived as being clever.

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Stanley shifted his drink to the other hand. Making it more difficult for Sara to attain. Surmising this was probably her first drink ever. With overwhelming curiosity he waved the Bartender over. Ordering something sweet & sugary for her.

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A tall cold glass was pressed into her hand. With the texture of a smoothly. Long straw & capped with the cutest miniature umbrella. It tasted of coconut & beach, One sip more cells died! Overwhelmed by the lack of action Sara stood announcing, “What my new pet needs is a pony” All eyes strayed to Carla. Half expecting an rebellion to unfold. Clearly in awe when the woman submitted. Sara gave instructions to the pet before deliberately turned her back. Moving her gaze to the young woman, in a strong steady voice said, “Come dance for Gerald”

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Simone had entered the twilight zone...finding herself leading a nude guest by this leash though the pavilion. Other guest tried to engage her in the meaning behind the display. Her only answer, “You must consult with Sara” soon the name was on ever lip.

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Carla found herself pleased with the impersonal treatment by Simone. She became aroused being led though those, a moment ago she found were equals; Now....Soon they had a following. She had to admit Simone was efficient. Into the stables they went. Finding the top man placed her order. She was very curt with the gentleman when he led her to a few small horsed saying “What part of pony did you not understand?” Guilt stretch across his face as he hurried to a stall of three Shetland ponies. Carla almost laughed when Simon next said, “Show me their dicks” the man protested, “Now see here lady” her gaze never budged! With reluctance he reached down.....Simone never said another word.

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Old Gerald was losing his composure. She was almost lap dancing on him. He gave the orders....Yet....Damn if she wasn't everything he loved in a woman. Dark ebony. Her skin glistened with oil. Her hair had a weave filled with small beads, tinkling as she moved. Breast full & meaty. Tipped with large dark orbs, slightly hanging thou not from age...but weight. Flat tummy accented with a slight protruding belly button. Leading to round hips & muscular thighs. Old Gerald was so caught up in the woman...the others soon became irreverent.

Gerald thought back to his first wife & the moral outrage she exhibited at meeting his mistress. He outright laughed in her face before divorcing her. Wife number two he put a clause in the, “Prenuptial” she protested...but signed just the same.

The woman moved with fluid grace & he just had to ask. “Love what's your name?” She gave him a sultry smile showing perfect teeth. Answering in a sugary voice, “Honey call me what ever you wish”

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Sara looked on in captivation. Watching the art of seduction in it's purest form. The woman's hands moved. Always touching with small caresses & lingering movements grazing here...the next moment a gentle stroke. Each one seeming so accidental.

Sara's arousal evolved into a heat that rushed to her cheeks, lighting them up with a brilliant glow. The warmed & dampness, she felt earlier became, a wet spot. Spreading out pulsating with a unquenchable fire. Filling her mind with unrestrained thoughts. Shifting in her seat, felt a dribble as juice over flowed. Finding the path of least resistant. The drop wiggled & wormed. Traveling down the perineum. For the first time finding hindrance with the cheeks. It gathered...built, then dripped onto her skirt. Sara once more pinched her knees together only.....Instead of stemming the flow.

The opposite happened....Drip..drip..drip! The liquid made small kisses as it wandered down the skin. The woman leaned in to whisper into Old Gerald ear. Steadying herself with a hand on his leg. The other, softly touch Sara's knee. It drifted up! The warmth was shocking! Creating tingles, Sara resisted the urge...Yet somehow her body overrode the mind & legs slightly parted.

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Naomi move with caution thinking, “These people are not the type to piss-off.” Her fingertips found smooth shaved lips. After that the legs magically opened. Taking the response as consent. Never breaching the opening, her digit soon glowed with the wet substance of heat. Whispering into the old mans ear, “Ya want this black pussy?” He groaned! Encouraged she slipped her hand between her leg. Dipped then wallowed, before trailing them across his lips saying, “Black pussy” with a soft tinkling laugh. Taking that opportunity to penetrate the woman. Rewarded with both a moan & another groan.

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The room was in a state of confusion...To all's disbelief it seemed that Gerald & Sara were now performing?

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The young man watch his father with new eyes. Never had he seen the man engaged with lust. He knew the man was a whore dog, but actually seeing it; Put it in a different perspective! His erection returned with a vengeance. When the woman shifted wiping glistening fingers. Straight out of Sara's pussy across his dads lips. God he wanted to be him! Feeling a hand begin to stroke his shaft once more. He looked over. Some how, the old woman had hiked her dress up. Hose down saw a mat of gray covered pussy. His last true thought was, “What the hell” as he leaned in towards it.

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Cora found Nirvana as the young mans lips kissed her netters. Strong hands parted her fur, as a long tongue tested the area. Satisfied, it began to explore...Searching for the magic spot. She had never relinquished her hold on his cock. Stroking as the blood surged constantly pulling it higher! He's shift then adjust, but always closer.

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Tee watch Diane in agony smiled, then moved!

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Diane turned to the right, blinked to clear her vision, then looked again. The old lady Cora's legs were spread, & bent in a way that defied nature. Young Gerald was smack dab in the middle & slapping her pussy with his dick. He'd plunge it in attempting to wear it out. She moaned, setting her claws into his back. Only serving to encourage as little specks of red mingled with perspiration. It didn't matter where she glance everyone seemed to be engaged in something. Deciding to join them she stood. Push the fabric off her shoulders & let her dress fall. Stepping out Diane sat. Drawing the bottom of her feet, up onto the edge of the seat. Next she scotched her ass until it touch the heels...Then opened wide. Diane's pussy was wet. With little coaxing became drenched. Eyes showing surprise as Tee took position between them.

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Charles saw the red of rage seeing the bastard taste Sara without his permission. It evaporated when Naomi fixed on his gaze...Smiled mouthing, “Want some?” Taking a seat on the old bastards lap. Pressing an humongous breast in Gerald face freeing her hands. He watched with interest as the woman slid her hand back under...Only this time Sara parted her legs willingly. Sara moaned! Using the free hand...ever so slowly began undoing buttons. Charles semi-erection grew as more flesh was reviled. Sara's hand mover to intercept the unfastening of the belt, but relented as the other hand made piston movements.

The skirt, draped open reviling two fingers buried to the last knuckles. Sara was squirming! She took the wrist into her hand & started making a humping motion. Grinding with her hips. Never idle the other hand made it's way up, a black button unlatched the navel showed. Another bottom boob, last freed the breasts. Charles watched mesmerized as one arm became free then the other. Sara's shirt, became just another garment on the floor. Extracting her fingers. Charles's savored their delightful sweetness....Popping a premature nut.

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Cal stood in the middle of the room, dick in hand & no one cared. Sara was completely nude. Having just lifted her ass so the skirt could be removed. He thought, “What to do? Sara?” Immediate crushing that thought. The young man was pounding away at granny...so that wasn't an option. He turned his attention to Diane, but realized, “She scared the shit out of him” Lastly was Tee, head between Diane's legs. Merrily munching away. Tee's tanned ass caught the light & flashed. It reminded him of a lighthouse beckoning to a lost sailor. “Why not” he thought, “I'm standing here lost with my dick in hand!”

Cal moved in behind her lifted her waist. She raised freely. He penetrated! The sensation of leftover dog dripping made an squishy sound....Becoming music to his ears!

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Simone & Carla approach the tent. Confused at the small flock congregating on the outskirts. The sound of moans & groans sprang from it's interior drifting on the nights breeze. The sound came from many, not just one. The others forbidden to enter. Milled like lost sheep without direction. Soon the ones that followed mingled. Softly add their bleats of displease to the chorus.

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Simone enter the tent gasping at the temperature change. Outside was oppressing heat, immediately hit with an arctic blast. Then a chill ran up her spine not produced by cold. Simone was greeted by pure lust & sex! Old Gerald trousers around his ankles straddled by a woman. His dick looking usually white...as it penetrated into a black pussy. Next to him sat Sara. Totally nude, legs spread & masturbating. Simone caught that gleam of lust twinkling in her eyes thinking, “This opportunity may never come again!” Giggling almost uncontrollable she removed her dress. Becoming like the rest. Sara didn't disappoint her.

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Carla was the last one in....Wondering, “What the fuck?” Thinking, “My moment in the limelight is gone” She became aware of the pony she was forced to lead.

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Sara was so aroused, only everyone was predisposed. She had never seen a black woman's pussy before. Leaning over to watch the old man have intercourse. Amazed by the color scheme. She wanted sex, turning towards Charles somewhat disappointed. He was holding a shriveled wrinkly cock between a finger & thumb. They both glistened from a sticky substance. Sara's foggy mind giggled at the word cock. Her brain taking up the chant, “Cock...cock...cock. We want cock” She began masturbating once more to Charles incoherent muttering. Sara cringed knowing she'd orgasm...but it'd only make the need for physical contact greater.

Simone then walked in followed closely by Carla. Their faces were etched in bewilderment. Sara had unhealthy thoughts for the Amazon! Her breath caught in her throat as she removed her dress & stood nude. Simone smiled, turning slowly in display, before beckoning with a finger. Sara completely forgot her nudity, as she rose and met Simone. They embraced. The kiss lingered slowly she felt herself being pulled to the carpet...in the middle of the room.

Sara hesitated when her butt touch a cold wet spot. Her mind refused to speak the words so thought, “The essence of dog?” lifting her backside slightly. Simone lightly nibbled the lobe. Laying gentle kisses on her neck & cheek. With a soft touch bit the lower lip & tugged. Sara moaned. Simone smiled saying, “Hmm dog cum” Sara was unsure how to respond. Her nipples felt tawny & ready to burst. Simone's mouth moved lower. Tongue flickering on her swollen orb. A hand began seeking drifting down the abdomen. Sara parted her legs anticipating the touch. Simon paused fingertips still making lazy circles. Between the small kisses & nibbling bites she softly muttered in a voice laced with passion! “Sara I smell your heat, mixed with the scent of dog” Simone paused then added, “It'd driving me utterly insane! Surely you can smell it?”

Sara found herself confused, her mind began playing tricks & then she caught the scent...Muskiness tinged with a pinch of salt! Fog wrapped around it, seeming to enhance it. Sara felt as the fingers pressed down on her hip. She desperately tried to resist. Lips crab-walked continuously on a downward path Hovering over the navel tongue teasing the oval crevice. Pressure once again applied to the hip & Sara caved easing her ass back down.

All reason fled and imagination took the lead. The damp spot took the form of a puddle. That splashed in all directions seeping into every pore glazing her skin in a thick frothy lather. The lips moved down. Sara's pussy shook with a spasm in anticipation. Soon screaming frustration; as they past by continuing their trek. Thigh, knee, calf, ankle, caressing the foot until lips engulfed the toe. Moist & warm, suction with a gentle tug. Shifting...then making the return journey up the other side. Sara enter into the state of delirium. Slipping further into the arroyo of pleasure.

With lingering kisses playfully planted on her inter-thigh. Simone's hair tickled & teased her clit. Hands moved up on the outer legs pausing at the hips. Sliding around gripping the buttocks with a hasty squeeze. Sara lifted slightly to insure unrestricted access. Sara's mind's imagination had reached it's limits. Whispering little lies into her ears & thoughts. She swore Simone's hands began tapping out the game of patty-cake in the puddle. Sara cringed, but the head moved up & she failed to remember that which troubled her. The hands moved around. Horrified as they left a glistening trail of dog on her tummy, then a nose nuzzled her pussy. Once again that thought fled like mist.

The lips moved closer to her sanctuary. Brushed then parted releasing the joy within...The tongue. Just a bit of it's tip. The sensation was magnificent as it's wandered along the crease. Arms outstretched Sara tried to snatch a handful of carpet, only the heavy fabric eluded her. Instead finding thick manageable hair on the head down below. Grabbing two handfuls unable to be gentle. She pressed the succulent lips closer...Screaming an unsuppressed moan as they took the hint.

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Young Gerald losing sight of the two women as they fell to the floor. Scooped the frail lady up. With care pushed her to the end of the couch. Without removing his dick from her aged pussy. Until the women came back into view........

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Cora was no longer dry, the young Cub had pumped his youth in. She smiled when he caught sight of Sara. His sexual arousal hitting a peak. His manhood swelled then flooded her dead womb. With the sticky building-block of live. Cora slumped in content after an orgasm shook her senseless......

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Charles watched & drooled.......

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Diane's body trembled with an orgasm, but Tee refused to relinquish her position. Skyrockets soon exploded in her brain......

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Old Gerald watched Naomi on her knees cleaning the mess she wroth. The blue pill in his breast pocket weighting heavy, surprised it wasn't required. Gerald glanced around finding everyone engaged in their own state of bliss. His uneasiness of Sara flew. Leaving the idea, “Maybe it's time for a new Queen?”........

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Simone was so aroused by Sara's response! Yet she wanted more for herself. Should she? Could she? Plunging her fingers deep. She hear Sara moan again & arching her back. Looking towards the back of the tent, saw a man peeking. “Sexy...something?” Raising then slapping her ass to draw his attention. Beckoned with an come to me look. The man looked around, pointed at himself before entering. He grinned starting to drop his slacks. Simone wagged her finger no! Slapped her ass again, then barked......

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Sexyt6 turned crimson as he redid his zipper realizing it was the dog she was after. He laughed at the erection swelling down low thinking, “Just as good” Fetching the Shepard!.....

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Sara had just enter the state of euphoria. Pulse racing; breath coming in short gasps. She slightly bit her tongue with the next orgasm. A shadow passed over. Prying her eyes open saw a man. She arched her back once more pressing her pussy towards the wanting mouth. Signaling exception. Only something strange happened. Sara's mind worked feverish working out the details, “Dog over Simone's back?” Sara shook her head in denial. Another orgasm hit uncontrollably uttering another string of moans.

The dog stepped on her foot attempting to gain access. This time it was Simone who broke the silence with a moaning scream, “OMG the dogs in me!” Simone drew her legs up, pressing them to her own waist. Only Sara the felt paws wrapped around Simone. The paws started telegraphing ever move he made. The end-ward thrust, followed by the retraction, then a slam. Simone doubled her efforts of pleasure. Surprising Sara when she unwillingly emitted another moan. The dog was looking over Simone's shoulder grinning puzzled at what looked like a, “Shit eating grin?”

Simone started making little chanting sounds, “Yes fuck me, yesss” The words buzzed throughout Sara's mind. Another orgasm! Her body now covered in a sheen of perspiration. Sara fought the next wave of pleasure, but somehow lost. As it racked her body. Somewhat shame faced she scooted out from beneath the rutting woman....relieved that no one even noticed!

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Conclusion

Debt Payed....

Carla stood staring into the mirror. The image that greeted her, was that of a common hooker! Sara had took Tee & herself to the same shop...where Cal had took Tee. Sara immediately went to the section labeled, “Club Wear” An assortment of the gaudiest outfits to wear. Cringing at the idea of putting other girls in these outfits! Her reflection boasted neon yellow! But by god she looked good!

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Officer Grady thought he had seen everything the Boardwalk had to offer. Until his partner poked him with an elbow pointing. It wasn't unusual seeing three men in black tuxedos, with a looker in a red evening dress. Only the other two seemed out of place. His first impression was a couple street walkers. Harassing the well to do...in an attempt to make a buck! He moved over to put a stop to this Tom foolery. Somewhat surprised when the women didn't bolt.

As Grady closed the space between. He mind soon became fixated with the woman in red. The dress was crimson & his mind jumped to his youth. Thinking of “Elvira Mistress of Darkness.” One couldn't take their eyes off it. Expecting a nipple at any time to make a guest appearance. Both sides slit clean to the hip...showing generously portions of creamy leg. On any one else it'd scream slut! Only like Elvira she wore it with class. The older gentleman stepped forward. Eluding arrogance...in his experience that meant trouble! The woman in red gently placed a hand on the mans arm saying, “Charles allow me to speak with the charming Officers”

Her voice was soft like chimes. Compelling you to lean in to hear. She broke all the rules as her fingertips gently touched the fabric on his sleeve. Grady imagined their warmth on his flesh. The young rookie seemed to edge closer violating his space. Grady for the life of him couldn't remember why he approached them? Feeling a tremendous loss...when a Royal Royce Limousine whisked them away. Two rather large & dangerous men stepped out of the shadows. Entering a second car. He immediately thought, “Bodyguards?” Thankful he didn't ruffle any feathers.....

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Cal was somewhat disappointed when both Charles & Young Gerald showed up to the beach house. He natural expected to take the girls out alone. He had no idea where they were going? Or for that matter hadn't seen his wife all day. Sara said, “It's a surprise!” They were having a cocktail when the girls entered the room. Cal almost creamed his shorts...seeing his wife....

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Sara smiled at the way Tee & Carla were crunch into the seat. Almost three weeks to the day since she became Carla's Mistress. At first she was hard on the woman. Figuring Carla would revolt...only that didn't happen? It was the complete opposite! She was never cruel. Finding instead the silent treatment & sending them into exile for a day worked wonders. As they pulled into a dive on Chestnut...she knew it'd fulfill one of Cal's fantasizes. Looking at the other two men, knowing full well...they'd get some cheap thrills too!

Two men entered the establishment. Moment later the third opened the car door saying, “Miss Sara we're ready!” Sara smiled at the confused looks he was given. He was rather tall & brawny. His face showing signs of a prize fighter in the past. Flatten nose broken more time than he could remember & the cauliflower ear. His demeanor informed caution to those around him!

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Zack was a onetime street thug! Given a choice of jail or the military...naturally he took he last. Where he found a home! Later becoming a corporate bodyguard...much in demand. He worked for Mr. Charles & by chance ran into Miss Sara one beautiful day. Later Charles called him back saying, “The woman you met in the hall...has a job for you” No details, just said as a statement. Zack almost died laughing at her request.

Opening the door waiting for Miss Sara to speak. She looked at the two girls saying, “Zack will be your pimp for the night.” As she paused he saw the look of surprise cloud everyone's face. She finished with,”You will obey him as if it was me...Understand! Now get out of the car!”

Part two...No nonsense

Buddy was working the bar when the threesome walked in The large black man stood momentarily with the bouncer talking & swore passed a few bills. He dwarfed the two girls, temperamentally blocking them from view. This hush descended on the dwelling as the clientele rubbernecked to catch a peek. Buddy almost gasped at his apparel. As if he stepped out of the seventies! Long fur coat, flashy silk shirt & even bell bottom pants. He had a gaudy gold chain around his neck...that a lesser man would have difficulty holding up. His eyes surveyed the crowd as if saying, “Go ahead say something...Make my day!” All eyes broke contact first.

Buddy felt intimidated as the man stepped up to the bar...looking down on him with eyes of a predator. Swearing the man himself was the grim-reaper in disguise. He laid a hundred dollar bill on the counter. In a harsh raspy voice said, “My hoes are going to work this joint....You have a problem with that?” Buddy stammered, “No” after all this is where the hoes hung out. He turned looking at the crowd once more...shaking his head at the wannabe pimps & hoes. The pimp headed to an occupied table putting the wall to his back. The men sitting didn't challenge...just moved! The pimp sat rasping, “Bitches get me a drink!” they both scurried to the bar! Buddy got his first real look at the merchandise.

They were dressed like twins only different colors. Both wearing pigtails jutting out the side of there heads. Tied in bows of the others color. Make-up so heavy it made them look ageless...yet the same. Their outfits were of neon so bright you'd almost see spots staring into them. One as yellow the other orange & it advertised the goods! The wearer of yellow was large breasted. Stuffed into a tube-top two sizes to small. Both bottom & top breast visible. Dark orbs constantly appeared. Peeking above or below. Depending how she adjusted it...always working it's way out. The smaller one in orange he swore she was just wearing a headband in a loud color. Her orbs were a rich brown & small. Leaving most her breast exposed. Keeping only the nipples in check!

They both wore a mini of the same fabric of color. It was nothingness in it's finest. Pulled so low that clit was on he horizon. The hem so short cheek peeked. Buddy had a shocking revelation...neither wore panties! He saw unbridled lip...seeming to wink at him! Even their legs & feet screamed hoe. Bright stocking adorned their legs as if a beacon to look higher. Their feet in laced up sandal. He blinked seeing two dicks hanging from a cord...tinkling like bells! As Buddy's cock grew hard...he looked at the pimp in awl! The hoes had no money. So spell bound he gave just gave the drink over. They both seemed to blow kisses as they walked away...never using their mouth. Buddy was momentarily distracted when four people walked in...completely out of place!

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Carla had never been so turned on as this moment. Never in her wildest fantasies dream of playing a prostitute...Yet here she was & she attempted to play the part well. It was so perfectly planned. Every detail orchestrated with perfection right down to her pimp. Sara walked in with her escort never once paying her no mind. Both Her husband & the cub were staring with lust written all over their faces. Finding it excited her much more! She set the drink carefully on the table, fearful of spilling it. Wishing Tee would of took it! He pimp roughly grabbed her wrist plopping her unceremoniously on his lap. She felt the mini ride high. It's top almost touching her navel. Doing the same thing to Tee on the other side. He rasped, “Are my hoes ready to make me some money?” She knew the tables around the all heard him. Somewhat disappointed when Tee responded first.

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Charles was uncomfortable walking into this place thinking, “I'll have to burn this tux come morning” He felt a bit better seeing his two bodyguards watching from a close table. Amazed that only Sara retained a regal pose...as if this place was hers. He almost died when she walked up to the table of the two bodyguards. Pointing at Young Gerald saying in a clear strong voice. “My brother is a virgin & I'm here to get him laid...Any ideas?” Charles could tell everyone in the room was shocked silly! Then Zack stood up beckoning them with, “I got some mighty fine white pussy here!”

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Gerald felt himself turn as crimson as Sara's dress. Not being something a man wishes to have broadcast...whether true or not. Then forced to hurry after Sara as she made her way to the table. The pimp jumped to his feet in one fluid motion. Dumping two startled girl to the floor. Giving the room unrestricted view of pussy. The man grinned & Gerald heard, “My man like the hoes?” As he pulled the chair out for Sara! Then he was dismissed as negotiations commenced.

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Sara had a hard time not laughing as both her girls went sprawling on the floor. Never one to miss an opportunity she smiled sweetly asking Zack, “Would it be overstepping my bounds to ask the hoes to get me a drink?” Zack grabbed their arms saying, “Take their orders!” Sara smiled when Zack waited for her to give them money...

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Tee listened in disbelief. Not because of the discussion...it just was a side she never saw from Sara. It was almost as if she was buying a slab of meat...Tee grew aroused!

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Charles took a sip of something they pawned off as scotch? He watch Sara negotiate finding himself impressed! Her words were trashy, yet with a refined accent. Asking questions such as, “How many dicks have they sucked today? Have they been used till wallowed out? I have no clue on the size of my brother....but would be disappointing if he fell in!” Charles soon became thrill when Zack got caught up in the game. He pushed Carla in Gerald's direction saying, “Go ahead boy...put your finger in her pussy & tell me that shit ain't tight!

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Carla couldn't help herself. Planting a foot between Gerald's legs. She hiked her mini up, flashing the whole room saying, “Go ahead big boy! It don't bite...much!” The look on the cubs face was priceless. Wondering if in some way Sara was punishing him? Carla had found Paradise! When Cal jammed his finger in saying, “For a fucking hoe...This shit is tight!” Carla almost creamed herself....

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Sara finally got the price right...group rate! The hoes will service the two men. Placing her hand on Charles arm saying, “It took me a long time to pussy whip this one...so the hoes can't have him!” Almost laughing at the relief in his eyes. She watched Zack stand...heard a commotion breakout in the men's john. Bodies exited in haste. He returned to the table saying, “Your suite is waiting!” Sara watch Gerald hesitate then said in an irritated voice, “Be a man!” Gerald looked at Cal...as both girls pulled him to his feet!

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Buddy along with everyone else watched the man disappear. Wishing they as a sister like that! The noise that came from behind the closed door made every dick hard.....

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Carla felt as if she was in heat. The moment the door started to swing shut. She was all over Gerald. Tee played her part well getting the cub off balanced. The sound of his body made banging off the stall was joyful music! They pushed him to the door pressing him tight. Both dropping to their knees. Dragging trousers down as one began working the shaft. The other would lick his balls as the other engorged on the throbbing member. His ass constantly making bumping sounds on the door as he tried to gag a woman...

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Cal had a hard time not jacking his dick. The sound of sex moved as waves around the room. The idea of his wife being used like a common hoe behind that door was sheer bliss. When Sara openly handed the cash over to the pimp was exhilarating. Wondering how she actually found a pimp? Asking himself, “Did she Google. Pimp for hire?”

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Charles found himself in heaven when Sara whispered, “My kitty's meowing. Will ya find me a man for tonight?” She smiled sultry saying, “Will you stay in the room & watch? I would feel safer!”

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Sara smiled when Charles hand removed the phone & it was shaking in anticipation. She knew he was calling his ever faithful Diane! This was their thing...a man or woman only a phone call away. She pressed her finger to his lips saying, “Wait! I don't want to see him just feel the dick. Have her bring a blindfold. PLEASE go make the arrangement over there...so I don't know.” Sara could tell as he walked away. Charles was in “Novena” Glancing once more at the closed door. When the racket grew louder.....

Sara smiled thinking the night was still young for her girls!

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Gerald thought, “Fuck me if this isn't perfect!” As he latched on to two pigtails. Attempting to skull fuck Carla. She had gag & choked then almost puked. With Tee chanting, “I'm next. I'm next! When Tee latched onto his dick. It was Carla that wanted more. He couldn't control himself splashing his goo on the girls...without so much as a fuck! God he felt somehow he had stepped into “NAVONA!”

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Carla figured a good hoe would hurry out to make her pimp more money. As she left the bathroom she was in the processes of rearranging her mini. The tube-top still around her waist. She stopped in the slight hallway. To stuff her boobs back in. Knowing full well everyone was watching! It thrilled her that the other whores in the place. Were looking at her with daggers in their eyes. She giggled to herself thinking, “Their whores. I'm a hoe!” At the table she sat back in her pimps lap & Sara smiled slightly. She knew that look & waited respectively. Tee came next, followed closely by the cub. Sara stood & clapped saying, “To my baby brother, no longer a virgin! Drinks on the house. He's buying!”

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Sara knew both Carla & Cal well. He in some ways was like Charles a voyager content on using a sloppy wife. So whispered to Zack, “Take your hoes into the suite & use them. Then send your friends in one at a time if you wish?”

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Zack couldn't believe his ears? The woman's husband face glowed with anticipation. She wanted them used-up before he got them. Miss Sara stood saying, “Please see that everyone gets home safely...but well used!” Without another word payed the bar tab & left the building. With the two bodyguards on their heels. Zack was confused, unsure what to do? When the two men returned grinning like wolves. Declared, “How much for the hoe?” Muttering to himself grabbed the big breasted one. To his surprise she started rubbing against him. Looking at her husband....swearing the little bastard was jacking his dick under the table! She was half-way nude before reaching the men's room.

When he penetrated her....found himself in “NAVONA”

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Charles found everything perfect. He knew you could count on Diane. He changed into silk pajamas as Diane helped his Sara change! In moments she'd be out & he'd blindfold her. The little guy jumped...waking up in “NAVONA”

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Sara felt somewhat silly at the outfit Charles picked. Realizing the white corset & garter complete with stocking. The panties were near to nothing. Sara giggled when a veil topped her crown! She was to be the blushing bride...that someone else consummate. One could never say Charles was dull! Sara had to admire that it was romantic. As a finale touch slipped a ring on her third finger. The stone was huge & glittery...but had to be fake. Out of curiosity ran the stone down the surface of the mirror...shocked at seeing it marred in it's wake...Shaking her head thinking, “Tomorrow need to nip this in the bud!”

Entering the room found Charles holding a white blindfold. He masked her...light turned to darkness! Diane help her to the bed, then she heard the door quietly open. Senses heightened she heard the whisper of feet as they glided on carpet. Weight found the side of the bed as it pressed down. Sara instinctively knew it was a large man. Fingertips gently played across her skin....

Sara drifted into the world of, “NAVONA”
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Cal jumped his cum crusted wife the moment they hit the car. She smelled like a cheap hoe...grunting with irritation as he penetrated her. Her pussy was sloppy making squishy noises as his dick rushed in

Cal found a small slice of “NAVONA”

End of Book One

 

Abej what a cast of characters you have chosen for this story, and put each in some very pervockitive positions.
Then there's Sara just an amazing woman, she's just the sexiest woman in the story!

Great story and great read !

 

Moving it back to the front of the line

 

Bravo, looking foward to book two!!

 

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I am a new fan, second story so far, I need more, I am going to continue my reading and edging. The cum I have once I allow it, is going to be tremendous.