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Jolene
(Based, kinda, sorta, on the old Dolly Parton song)
Terry knocked on the door of the trailer, then gave an indignant huff as
it swung open. "Figures, she leaves the door unlocked," she whispered to
herself. "Probably easier than making extra keys for all those men."
Looking around the living room, she noticed a distinct lack of
furniture, not even a TV. "Probably doesn't use this place for anything
BUT sex," she whispered to herself again. She'd been talking to herself
a LOT lately.
The whole place was dark, except for a sliver of light coming from
underneath the door to the back bedroom of the trailer. Drawing a deep
breath, she walked up to the door.
"Jolene?" she called, after a bit of hesitation.
Nothing.
Just as she was about to knock again, she heard that voice. That ugly,
nasty voice she heard as she tossed and turned just about every night in
bed.
"Come in, dear, it's open."
Slowly, she pushed the door open and immediately put her hand up to her
eyes to shield her eyes from the bright light that radiated from an
extremely bright source in the far upper corner of the bedroom. Stepping
inside the room, she struggled to make out her surroundings.
"Oh, sorry, dear, is the light bothering you?" came that voice from
somewhere on the other side of the room. "Here, I'll turn it down a
bit."
As the light dimmed, her eyes adjusted enough to see most of the room.
Terry gasped. It wasn't so much a bedroom as it was a dungeon with a bed
in the middle. There were whips and chains and manacles and things she'd
never recognize in a million years scattered all over the room. Directly
under the light, which was still plenty bright, she could barely make
out the form of the woman she'd come to loathe.
"Surprised?" came that voice again. "You shouldn't be, honey, you OUGHT
to know your hubby is into some really strange shit."
"Please..." Terry started, on a speech prepared over a hundred sleepless
nights.
"Oh, STOP it, already!" the voice commanded.
And she did. "Wha?..."
"Oh, don't act so surprised, sweetie -- now, mind your manners and shut
the door."
Immediately, she turned and shut the door.
"Now kneel your big ass down over in front of the bed."
She knelt down in front of the bed.
"Well, now, that drug he's been giving you works even better than we
thought it would," the voice said with a giggle. "Anyway, we both are
getting really tired of this problem you have with us and tonight it's
all going to end."
"End?" she shuddered.
"Yes, darling, it's going to end," Jolene chuckled. "After tonight,
you're going to really be into this sharing thing."
"Never! He's all mine!"
Jolene laughed and crept up onto the bed in front of her. "We'll see,"
she said, smiling devilishly.
"Wha...what are you going to do?"
"Well, it's plain that you can't satisfy him the way I can," Jolene
whispered, twirling a lock of auburn hair between her fingers, "so if
we're all going to play together, we'll have to work on that."
"Wha...what do you mean?"
"Oh, I think you know what I mean, cutie pie, you see he tells me
EVERYTHING."
"Everything?"
"Of course, darling, like the fact that you always get undressed in the
dark," Jolene purred, running a long fingernail underneath her chin. "If
we're going to get along, THAT'S going to have to change."
"Whaaa...?"
Jolene suddenly jumped up on the bed and reached up to adjust the
spotlight on the kneeling woman. "Oh, yes, that's going to change right
now, isn't it?"
"No...please don't..."
"Oh, you can stop the whining, love and start on the buttons," Jolene
dropped to her knees on the bed. "Don't be shy, now, I want to see you
RIP those little things off."
"No!" Terry breathed, as her fingers grabbed her blouse above her
breasts and pulled violently, sending little white buttons flying across
the room. "Wh...why?" she whimpered, as she knelt there in her plain
white bra, the remnants of the shirt hanging about her waist.
"No woman of MINE is going to be afraid to show off her body to her
husband," Jolene giggled and pointed to her skirt. "Now stand up and
throw that skirt to me like a good little slut."
Ten seconds later, Jolene was running her nose across the fabric of the
skirt as she fixed her dark stare on the woman standing before her in
only her bra, panties and sandals. "Ooooh, I can smell you, my love,"
she laughed. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"
"NO!" Terry yelled, holding her arms across her breasts, as if trying to
slow her heavy breathing with her hands.
"Oh, you can't lie to me," Jolene slid off the bed and stood next to
her. "Now I want you to smile your best smile and slide off that bra
like a good stripper would," she whispered in her ear.
"I can't...believe..." she started, as she forced a smile and ran her
one finger up underneath a shoulder strap, "...I can't believe you're
doing this." She slowly slid the other strap down and ran one hand down
to the clasp.
"Oh, I'm NOT doing it, dearie," Jolene moved behind her and rubbed three
fingernails across her butt, "that's the beauty of it all, isn't it?"
She stood back a bit and watched as Terry removed one bra cup and then
the other. "Now be a good little slut," Jolene laughed and pointed to a
pinpoint of red light under the spotlight, "and throw those shoulders
back and shake those titties for the camera!"
"CAMERA?!" Terry gasped, her body vibrating violently as she shook her
little boobies into the light.
"Of COURSE, sweetie, now we'll all have something to get us in the mood
for all those cold evenings we'll be spending together!" Jolene grinned
as she snatched the bra away.
"This can't be happening," she shook her head and sniffled.
"Oh, my dear, but it is, it IS, and you can pinch yourself if you don't
believe me," Jolene tittered, "or better yet, I'll do it for you!" She
reached down and pinched the smaller woman's butt.
"Owwwww!" Terry covered her face with one hand and covered her breasts
with the other arm.
"Now," Jolene cackled and looked into the camera, "what next? Oh, yes,
that's right, you NEVER play with yourself. Well, when he can see you."
"What?"
Jolene grabbed the other woman firmly by the shoulders and wiggled her
heavily painted eyebrows at the camera. "It just drives him CRAZY that
you won't play with your pussy for him," she giggled and sat her down on
the bed, "but I'll bet you'll do it for ME, won't you?"
"No, PLEASE!!!!!" Terry pleaded, but found her hands reaching down
between her thighs.
"Do I have to do everything for you, little cunt?" Jolene slapped her
hard on the rump. "Now get up on that bed and spread 'em WIDE!"
With an almost inaudible whimper, Terry slowly climbed onto the bed.
"And smile like you're having the time of your life, slut!" Jolene moved
to one side of the bed and leaned her head out until it was a few inches
from the tormented woman's face. "I want to see those panties get
soaked," she said as she worked one of her hands down Terry's arm as she
worked her pussy. "Maybe when we're finished here, we'll put them up for
sale on the Internet along with a copy of this tape," she whispered.
"That way the whole world can see what a little cumslut you are."
Terry's eyes had closed, but shot open at that. She started to say
something, but Jolene cut her off. "But first we'll need a good slutty
name," Jolene giggled, and ran her fingers across Terry's stomach.
"We'll have to think on that one later, though, 'cause right now you're
having way too much fun to think."
"Yeah, baby, that's it, keep rubbing that clittie. Be a good little slut
for Jolene and she'll take good care of you and your hubby. Soon we'll
be having lots of fun, the three of us. Or maybe I'll invite all of my
other men over to see what a little prick tease you're going to turn
into. Yeah, that's it, I'll turn you into a good little cumslut just
like me. Just think about all those cocks...hmmm... yeah, that's it, get
those fingers deeper." Jolene moved off the bed behind Terry and lifted
the woman's head up with her arms so that it faced directly into the
camera.
"So quiet, dearie?" she purred. "All my sluts tell the world how much
fun they're having."
"Nooooo...please..."
"Oh, yes, that's another thing that drives him crazy, isn't it?" Jolene
laughed loudly. "You're just a fucking stone cold deaf mute, aren't you?
Well, THAT'S going to change right now, isn't it?"
"...please...no..."
"Oh, yes," Jolene pinched one of her nipples, then propped Terry's head
up and pointed to the camera, "now tell hubby how much fun you're
having.
Terry closed her eyes tightly. "I...." she stammered, as a wet hand came
out of her panties and up to her mouth.
"No, no no," Jolene laughed as she grabbed the hand and brought it up to
Terry's lips. "Now tell him how good you taste."
"Oooohhh," Terry moaned, a finger still in her mouth, her wet pink nails
glistening, reflecting the light, "I taste...."
"Louder, sweetie," Jolene whispered, moving cheek to cheek with the
woman, popping two of the fingers in her own mouth.
"I...taste...good."
"LOUDER."
"Oh, GOD, I taste GOOD!" she screamed, her head falling to one side,
away from Jolene's face. "Ohhh..."
Jolene leaned over Terry's left breast and took a nipple in her mouth.
"Oh, yes, you do, my little cumslut," she purred as she moved her tongue
over to the other breast. "Now whose slut are you again?"
"Ohh...please..."
Jolene clamped down softly onto a nipple with her teeth. "SAY IT!" she
hissed.
"Yours..." Terry whimpered softly, her hips bucking slightly.
"LOUDER!"
"YOURS!" Terry's head whipped back towards the camera and her eyes shot
open as she gasped for breath.
Jolene turned her head towards the camera and smiled as she slowly moved
her tongue down Terry's stomach towards her belly button. "And don't you
forget it," she wiggled her eyebrows again and reached to one side of
the bed and came up with a pair of scissors. "Now comes the REALLY fun
part."
"Whaaa...?" Terry could only utter a few syllables now, so intently were
her fingers working.
"Oh, there's that OTHER thing you won't let him do," Jolene slid the
cold metal of the scissors slowly across Terry's thighs towards her
panties.
"Uhhhh....no....please....uhhhh..." Terry's hips buckled wildly.
"Oh, YES," Jolene purred as she slipped the scissors underneath the wet
fabric, "all my cumsluts LOVE to feel my lips and tongue EVERYWHERE on
their bodies." With a snip, the panties fell away. "Now, slut, tell
everyone how you want me to eat your sweet little pussy."
"I...." Terry stammered, both hands now speeding up. "I..."
Jolene's hair fell down and tickled Terry's stomach as she repositioned
herself and peered down at where the woman was frantically fingering
herself. She looked up at the camera and licked her lips.
"Yummmmmmm...."
Suddenly, just as Jolene's tongue was nearing its ultimate destination,
Terry's legs tensed up and her toes curled and her back arched and one
of her hands grabbed the bedspread and pulled it with force as she came.
And abruptly slid off the bed, landing on the plush carpet with a dull
thud and a low moan.
"Oh fuck!" Jolene gasped as she stared in disbelief at the woman laying
on the carpet. "You all right?!" she asked as she slid off the bed next
to Terry.
After a moment of awkward silence, Terry's eyes watered up and she
laughed loud and hard.
"Oh, c'mon now, it wasn't THAT bad, was it?"
"Hehehe," she replied, wiping some of the tears away from her eyes, "did
you HAVE to, hehehe, wiggle those...hahaha...damned eyelashes...the
right one is, hahehaha, falling off."
"Sorry," she answered her voice falling an octave, pulling the lash off.
"Kinda ruined the illusion, huh?"
"Oh...heheh...listen to me," Terry brought the other hand up to her
eyes, "you were GREAT. You SURE you haven't done this before?"
"Hey, that's YOUR website, sweetie, not mine," he said, pulling off the
wig.
"Hehehe," she caught her breath as her laughter trailed away. "Oh, Joe,
they're NEVER going to believe this," she smiled as she wrapped her arms
around his neck.
"Neither will the folks on Fictionmania."
"It's gonna make a GREAT story," she added, drawing him closer.
He started to kiss her, but she put a hand up to her lips. "Except for
the part about the drugs. I'm gonna need to flesh that part out or no
one's gonna believe it."
"All right you," he said, pushing her hand away. "Shop talk can wait,
I'm hard as a rock here."
"No, really, Joe, I'm gonna have to get some of it down now while it's
fresh in my mind," she started to pull away.
"FREEZE, cumslut!" he said, his voice raising up again as he fished his
rigid cock out from beneath the skirt.
"HEHEHEHEHE, did I ever tell you how much I love you," she laughed just
before she dove for it.
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