Careful What You Wish For
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Kevin led me to the bathroom and we took a shower together. He soaped my body up and washed me all over. It was more a matter of being groped than washed. But he enjoyed it.
When he had finished sliding his soapy hands over my body I washed him just as thoroughly. I dried him off and then I dried myself and we went to his room for the night.
He ordered me onto his bed on my hands and knees, with my knees right on the edge. It was strange, being ordered around by a fifteen year old boy. He seemed very mature for his age though. And he certainly knew what he wanted. He didn't seem hesitant at all about ordering around and sexually abusing an adult female.
He began applying lubricant to my asshole and I just groaned in dismay. But I reminded myself that he had already done this to me and it hadn't been so bad. I had, after all, had an orgasm. I leaned my head down on my arms and waited helplessly for what was about to happen.
Actually it was much better than when he had fucked my ass earlier. He greased me up and stretched me out and took his time. I was thankful that his cock wasn't all that fat. Being fucked in the ass by Kevin just wasn't all that unpleasant.
He ordered me to play with myself while he fucked my ass and soon I found that I was getting very turned on. As he fucked me I thought about my daughter in the other bedroom and wondered what they were doing to her. I hoped they didn't hurt her. I had to admit to myself though that the idea of them using her was turning me on.
I was just starting to get an idea of how sick I really was. It was one thing to submit to this kind of abuse. But to allow your teenage daughter to be used this way, that was really low. I was fully aware of that. But it still turned me on.
It turned me on so much that when Kevin started plunging his cock into my ass harder and faster I began rubbing my clit furiously and I came before he did. He came seconds later. Then he pushed me out of the way and stretched out on his bed and I sucked his cock and balls clean.
When I had finished he ordered me to stand on his bed and straddle him and squat down facing him. When I was in position he ordered me to catch his cum as it was draining out of my ass and eat it. I suppose he thought that would gross me out. It should have, I suppose. But I had swallowed so much cum from so many places already today that I really wasn't that upset about it. I wouldn't have done it of my own volition. But it wasn't as gross as some of the other things that I had done today.
I did have one request before we went to sleep. I really wanted to brush my teeth. I asked Kevin if I could run over to my house and brush my teeth. At first it looked like he was going to say no. He probably liked the idea of making me spend the night with the taste of his cum in my mouth.
He seemed to reconsider after thinking about it though. He probably thought about how bad my breath would be. He said, "You have fifteen minutes. If you aren't back in that time you will regret it. Go just like you are now."
That gave me pause. I would have to go to my front door. My back door was locked and I didn't have the key with me. It was not yet ten o'clock on a Saturday night. There was a good chance that someone would be about. I had to do it though. I had put my mouth in some pretty nasty places this evening. And I have had some pretty nasty things put in my mouth. I was one of those people that was pretty compulsive about oral hygiene. I would have stayed awake for hours worried about brushing my teeth. I was just a little desperate. I decided that it was worth the chance.
I went to the front door and looked out. I didn't see anyone around so I made a run for it. I was all the way to my front steps before a car came down the street. I don't know if they saw me or not. I struggled with the key before I realized the door wasn't locked. I went inside and locked the door. Then I brushed my teeth as quickly as I could. I went out through my back door and made my way through the gap in our fence. I arrived back at Kevin's room with minutes to spare.
He pulled me down into his bed and wrapped himself around me and went to sleep quickly. He must have been exhausted. He had fucked both my daughter and I and been sucked off by us any number of times. I had lost all track of how many times we were taken this afternoon and evening.
As I lay in bed awake with Kevin holding me tight I suddenly realized that for the first time in my life I was actually going to sleep with someone! I was twenty-eight years old and had never actually slept in a bed with anyone in my life.
I found it difficult to get comfortable. I am sure that a lot of that was due to all of the flashbacks I was having of the day's events. I thought about what had happened to me, and to Lynn, and about the fantasies that I had explored as I read dirty stories on the internet. I was all too aware that my fantasies were now a reality. My life was now totally out of my control. It was very scary. And it really turned me on.
It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. Even so, I woke up long before Kevin did in the morning. I was forced to lie there with his arm and his leg draped over me and wish desperately that he would wake up so that I could go to the bathroom.
He finally woke up and let me up. I rushed to the bathroom and just as I sat down he came in behind me and watched curiously as I emptied my bladder. He pushed my legs further apart and stared at the stream of urine that, even though I was terribly humiliated, I could not have stopped if I tried.
He smiled and said, "I never saw a girl pee before." Then he squatted down and watched in fascination. Before I was finished he ordered me to hold my pussy open so that he could better see where it was coming from.
I reached between my wide spread legs and gently pried my pussy open just as the last few spurt of pee squirted out. Then I wiped myself and stood up.
As soon as I moved out of the way he lifted the seat and for the first time I watched a boy pee. It seemed so much easier. I was almost jealous.
We took another quick shower and then we went down to the kitchen. Both of us were still naked. Kevin sat down and told me where to find the coffee and I got it started. When it was ready I served us both a cup and then we sat and sipped our coffee and waited for his parents and my daughter to come down.
While we were waiting he looked at me and asked, "How about a time out?"
He could see from my expression that I didn't know what he meant.
He said, "I would like to talk to you about yesterday. Not as Master and slave. I want to talk as friends. Can we do that?"
I was nervous about that. I could imagine what he wanted to know. He would want me to analyze myself. Explain how I could let this happen, especially how I could let it happen to my little girl. I nodded my assent, but not without reservations. I reasoned that he could order me to tell him those same things if he wanted to. At least this way I could relax for a few minutes.
The funny thing was that as soon as I agreed, he seemed to get nervous. He hesitated briefly and then he said, "I took part in the discussions that my parents had for several days before they, I don't know, I guess they enslaved you yesterday. I listened to them talk about you and what they had planned. They explained to me what a submissive was and a dominant and they told me what they were going to do. They asked me if I wanted to join in the fun. Hell, I'm just as horny as any other teenager! Of course I wanted to play! Mom and dad had another slave girl once. It was a long time ago and I was too young to even know it. At least I didn't know about it at the time. They told me about it though. I thought it sounded hot. It is hot. I love it! But I can't help wondering what it's like for you? Do you really like being treated that way?"
This was so hard. I didn't really understand it myself. I didn't know how to explain it. I didn't know why I was this way either. I tried to make him understand that I had these submissive fantasies almost since puberty. I told him that, although I had the fantasies, I never expected to experience them. I didn't necessarily want to experience them. They were just exciting to think about.
"When I am being made to do things," I said, "when I am being used and degraded I hate it. I am embarrassed and humiliated. But for some reason those things excite me. It excites me more than anything ever has. I don't know why I am this way. But now that I have experienced it in reality I have learned that the reality is even more exciting than the fantasy. My feelings about what is happening to Lynn are more complicated. I was probably just as excited by being forced to surrender my virgin daughter to you and your parents as you guys were. It really turned me on to watch and even help as you all used her. It was exciting. But I am not so stupid that I don't know how wrong it is. And my conscience never stops bothering me."
"When you are doing things to me I don't have that conflict. Even though I know that what I am doing, what I am allowing you to do, is wrong, my conscience is quiet. It is different with my daughter though. I feel guilty for allowing you to use her like that. I can't help it."
Kevin smiled and asked, "You know she is a submissive too, right?"
I shook my head and said, "No. I had no idea. I haven't figured out how your parents knew that I was. I don't know what I did or said that gave them that idea."
Kevin said, "I don't either. Whatever it is, they saw it in Lynn too. They started undressing her not long after she started coming over here to use the pool in the evening. They made her swim in the nude and wait on us in the nude. Dad made her pose for hundreds of nude pictures. We played around with her a little. But there wasn't really any sex until last night. I got to play with her tits and her pussy a little. We both made her lick and suck on our cocks a little bit. But mostly they just made her be naked from the time she got here until she went home. She got embarrassed. But she loved it. She is just like you, just younger."
I was relieved to hear that, I think. But I was smart enough to know that what I was allowing them to do to my daughter was still very, very wrong.
Speaking of my daughter, just then Steve, Carol and Lynn came into the room. They had showered. But it looked like they had had a long, hard night. Lynn looked my way and smiled. It was a tired smile. But she didn't seem to be upset with me.
The Crosby's sat down and ordered me to make breakfast. Lynn sat down with them and had her first cup of coffee ever. It was just another in a long line of firsts this weekend.
I made breakfast and served my new Masters and Lynn at the table. I just had my coffee.
I cleaned up after breakfast, this time with Lynn's help. Then Carol took me and Lynn to our house to pick out something for us to wear when we went out. She went into my closet and I heard her slamming things around. Then she came back out and said, "God you are a stodgy dresser! How did someone as sexy as you end up with this pile of shit to wear?!"
Carol made us lead the way to Lynn's room. Lynn's wardrobe wasn't much better than my own. I wouldn't permit her to dress very sexily. She was much too young. Her dresses were shorter than mine though. And her tops were more stylish. I figured that Carol would find something here to satisfy her. I was wrong.
She looked through Lynn's clothes and turned to me and said, "Jesus, Mandy! This is child abuse! How could you make a teenage girl wear this shit?! I should call Social Services and turn you in."
We followed Carol back to her house and up to her room. She went into her closet and came back out with a tiny sundress for me. She watched as I struggled into it. She is a size smaller than I am and it fit pretty tight. After I had it on she walked around me and then she untied the halter top behind my neck and retied it, with far too much slack. I was going to have a lot of trouble keeping my breasts under the material that only just barely covered them as it was. I was also going to have to be very careful sitting down. I had never worn a dress this short in my life.
When she was satisfied with the way that I was dressed, Carol went back into her closet and came out with a miniskirt for Lynn. Lynn put it on and modeled it. It was very short. But it wasn't short enough for Carol. She rolled the waistband under several times and when she was done the hem was less than two inches below Lynn's crotch.
When Carol was satisfied with the skirt she looked through her tops for something slutty enough for Lynn. She had some pretty scandalous tops, but apparently nothing that was appropriate for a slave girl.
She gave up and stood staring at Lynn for a moment. I saw her eyes light up and I watched nervously as she went to a drawer and pulled out one of Steve's wife beater style t-shirts. She put it on Lynn and stepped back to see the effect. It was horrible! Only a narrow strip of very thin cloth came up to cover her nipples. The shirt was far too large and hung down so low that both sides of her breasts were exposed. Her nipples were only just barely covered.
It made her look like a prostitute. But Carol wasn't finished. She went to her nightstand and came back with a pair of scissors and cut the shirt off just under Lynn's breasts in a ragged cut that allowed the bottom curve of her breasts to show in places.
It looked terrible. Carol loved it.
Carol selected a more stylish outfit for herself. It was sexy, but more appropriate than the outfits that Lynn and I were forced to wear. When she was dressed we went back downstairs. The guys whistled as we came into the room. Then they went upstairs to dress. It was kind of interesting, watching guys walk around naked.
They were back soon and we went out and got in the car. We drove to a store on the other side of town that I didn't even know existed. It was a large store standing all by itself called Sweet Nothings. It seemed popular. There were already several cars in the parking lot. We got out and as we neared the store I could see from the display windows why it was called Sweet Nothings. The windows were full of sexy lingerie and even sexier outer wear.
We went inside and everywhere I looked I saw beautiful, stylish, but very revealing clothing. The kinds of clothes I had never had the nerve to wear. I noticed something else right away too. I looked to the right and along the wall there were a dozen small changing rooms. The last four didn't have doors on them! I came to a sudden stop as I noticed a woman trying on clothes in one of the rooms with no door. Several people had gathered around and were openly watching her. She ignored them until she was dressed. Then she stepped out and modeled the dress she had put on for one of the men watching.
Just then I got a hard slap on the butt and Steve said, "Let's get moving, Mandy. We need whole new wardrobes for you and Lynn. We want to make sure to get one of those booths with no door. So get moving before they fill up."
We followed Carol up and down every aisle in the store. The three of them picked out one revealing, slutty outfit after another for Lynn and me. Most of the tops were sheer or semi-sheer. To go with them we were handed tiny little skirts and finally an armful of revealing dresses. Everything that they selected had the effect of emphasizing rather than covering our bodies. I was relieved when Carol picked out a half a dozen tiny, lacy little slips. I thought they were to be worn under those sheer blouses. It wasn't until later that I learned we would wear them as outer garments.
In one corner was a large selection of crop tops, tank tops and sexy t-shirts with suggestive writing on the front of them. They picked out a half a dozen of them for Lynn and another half dozen for me. They said things like, "Have you seen Mike Hunt?" and "hello, I'm horny" and "I lick" and "Slippery when wet." A lot of them, especially the halter tops, had strategically placed cut outs that revealed an awful lot of flesh.
Lynn and I were now carrying all that we could hold in our arms so they started loading Kevin up. Steve picked out a couple of sexy panties for special occasions. But other than that we weren't permitted underwear. They looked at the swim suits. They had a good selection of incredibly revealing suits. But since we were to remain nude from now on it was decided that we could skip the suits.
We returned to the front of the store and hung all of the clothing on an empty rack near the changing rooms. There were more customers in the store now. When people saw us getting ready to try on clothes in front of the booths without doors I saw them start to drift over to watch.
I was sent into the booth first and ordered to undress. By the time I had removed my little sundress there were five couples and three or four men standing around watching me.
I was handed each item of clothing, one item at a time, to try on and model for my audience. At first I was embarrassed about undressing in front of all of these people. But I realized that the more embarrassment I felt, the more aroused I became.
To make it even worse, Carol chastised me loudly for getting so wet just from trying on clothes. She looked around and selected one of the single men that was watching and handed him several tissues. She asked him to dry me off so that I didn't stain my new clothes.
He grinned from ear to ear and eagerly sopped up the flow of juices from my pussy. It took him a long time and required him to hold me in place with his other hand on my ass. He took his time and did a thorough job.
We ended up getting nearly everything that they selected. A couple of the dresses were deemed to be not revealing enough and Carol took them back to the rack. She often returned with shorter or tighter ones. It took a long time, but finally my ordeal was over. That was when Lynn's ordeal began.
I would have thought that someone would have objected to a girl so young being made to undress and model for the growing crowd. As I watched though, I realized that if you didn't know that she was only fourteen, you really couldn't tell. In those slutty clothes she looked older. She still looked young, and vulnerable. But you really couldn't tell how young she was. Her breasts were the same size as mine. Her pubic hair had grown in and she had trimmed it for her bikini. In fact, she had grown up enough that we could wear each other's clothing now. I was the only one that looked at her now and saw a fourteen year old girl.
Not long into her modeling session Carol selected another man from the crowd and handed him a few tissues and allowed him to dry her pussy off. He threw his heart into it, just like the man that had been selected to dry my pussy had done earlier. I watched as he stepped up to her, placed his hand on her ass and then rubbed the tissue enthusiastically over her pussy.
As soon as he touched her pussy she had an orgasm. It was obvious to everyone. I looked around and was shocked at how much everyone was enjoying the show. Even the women in the audience were flushed and staring wide eyed at my daughter's strip show.
After we had tried on all of the clothes we pushed the rack over to the cash register. While the woman was ringing up our purchases, Carol spotted a selection of slutty chokers being displayed on the counter. They bought four of them, "Fuck me", "I love cock", "Slave", and "Slut", all in wide black velvet bands with large rhinestone letters that would be visible at quite a distance.
It was nearly two o'clock when we left the store. Thankfully Steve paid for the clothes. I had been worried because I didn't have enough money in my checking account. The total bill was over fifteen hundred dollars!
We stuffed our purchases into the trunk of the car. We all got back in the car. This time Carol drove. Lynn was on her knees between Steve's legs in the front seat. I was kneeling on the seat in back with my dress up over my ass and my mouth working on Kevin's drooling cock.
Both men came quickly. I think it is safe to say that they had really enjoyed the show. I had assumed that we were going home now. But Carol drove to a large seedy looking house that was all by itself outside of town. We all got out and went to the door and a mousy looking woman answered when Steve knocked.
Steve asked for Smitty and we were directed to the barn out behind the house. The place used to be a farm. But that was obviously years ago. We went around the house to the barn. We had to walk around half a dozen Harleys to get to the door. The large front doors were closed so Steve went to a side door and knocked and went in.
We waited outside. Lynn and I were both pretty nervous. We didn't know why we were here but I had a feeling it was not going to be pleasant.
After about five minutes, Steve opened the door and waived us in. We were introduced to Smitty, a very large, very hairy biker who appeared to be in his mid fifties. There were a half a dozen equally unattractive bikers sitting around drinking beer. But we seemed to be ignoring them.
Steve guided Lynn over to a stool and she sat down in front of a blank screen. The biker took her picture, a head shot, and then he went to a desk and in fifteen minutes he handed Steve a driver's license that said that Lynn was twenty-one years old!
He looked it over and nodded and then I was ordered to take off my dress. I didn't like the sound of that. But the men who were sitting around began to pay much closer attention. There wasn't much involved in taking this dress off. I slipped the loose fitting strap over my head and slid the dress down off of my hips and stepped out of it. Carol took the dress from me and I was led to a nearby padded table. It was similar to what you might find in a doctors office.
I looked around and saw tattooing equipment and started to get really scared. I have always been deathly afraid of needles. I really, really didn't want a tattoo. I didn't say anything. I didn't dare. Not until they started strapping my wrists and ankles down. Then I looked around for Steve and all I could think to say was, "Please, Master, I don't want a tattoo."
He seemed to think that was amusing. Even the bikers who had started to gather around got a chuckle out of it.
I found out why when Smitty pulled a small side table a little closer and started opening little sterile envelopes and setting things out. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and started playing with my nipples. I realized what they had planned now and that was when I started to struggle. I begged them to let me go. I pleaded with them not to do this.
Steve turned to the watching bikers and asked, "Would one of you guys find some way to shut her up?"
The nearest biker stepped forward and began to unfasten his pants. He pulled out his hard, fat cock and moved closer. I was still struggling when he grabbed a handful of my hair. He leaned down and got right in my face and said, "Little girl, if I so much as feel a tooth on my cock, you will be leaving this barn with your teeth in a plastic bag to put under your pillow for the tooth fairy. Do you understand me?"
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