Hot Mom An Uber Driving SlutChapter 11
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It wasn’t uncommon for Brock to let the girls know that a regular was at the trailer hoping to fuck them. He usually stayed out of it and let them do whatever it is they were going to do for money with the guy. The only difference was this time he had to retrieve them from the backyard and un-cuff them.
Brock hadn’t left the girls to fend for themselves outside. He may have let them think that but he had periodically checked on them through the back window of the trailer. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if someone was full on fucking them or trying to hurt them. Brock just felt a lot better about watching over his mother and girlfriend.
He hadn’t been privy to their conversation though. He would have been flattered if he had been.
“Does he want to fuck us both, Sir?” Melanie asked her son, politely. It wasn’t uncommon for Melanie to call her son Sir either. She wasn’t required to use the term for anyone. She did periodically but almost always after she had her ass kicked by the guys, or after Brock had just given her an order.
Savannah rolled her eyes because she realized Melanie was testing the waters for the rules she just suggested.
“He didn’t say,” Brock shrugged. Brock planned to go into his room and give the guy space. He didn’t want to creep him out hovering around and scare a paying customer away. He also had no interest in talking to the guy.
“Would you mind walking us inside on all fours and asking him what he wants to do with us, Sir?” Melanie smiled invitingly as she stood up and rubbed some of the piss off her stomach with her hand.
Brock shrugged, and Savannah rolled her eyes again. Melanie and Savannah went down on all fours and wiggled their butts playfully like they were tails. They followed Brock around the side of the trailer. It was broad daylight, and they were completely nude. A lot of people in the trailer park had seen the girls like this. Even for a trash-hole like the Buckman, this was pretty scandalous. No one had reported them for indecent exposure. If they had the cops probably wouldn’t have taken it seriously. “Two hot women sunbathing naked? I’ll get right on it!” the redneck dispatcher in this rural county might have told them.
Girls notoriously wore skimpy skirts and tube tops in the trailer park. It was how they caught a new boyfriend! Or their friend’s boyfriend! This was the kind of trailer park that producers at the Jerry Springer show would call a “gold mine.”
Today there were at least three other women sunbathing topless somewhere in Buckman park. Most of them were discreet in the backyard, but no one had privacy fences.
The local swimming pool had way too much chlorine and hadn’t been properly maintained in weeks. That didn’t stop women from showing off around the pool in skimpy bikinis while they drank cold ones with their boyfriends and winked at other guys.
Melanie and Savannah were still scandalous for a trailer park that was so passe’ about skin being on display. Many younger boys and older men made it a habit to walk slowly by their trailer and try to catch a peek around this time of day once the rumors circulated.
“Fucking grass itch,” Savannah mumbled as she tread through the grass and wiggled her delicious but sore ass.
“Brock, Sir?” Melanie asked if he would make them crawl like this to and from the backyard going forward.
“You are lower to the ground so people can’t see you,” Brock shrugged that the idea was tactically sound. The girls crawled around the trailer frequently, and it didn’t dawn on him what his mother was really asking him to make her do.
Melanie was apprehensive about explaining the fantasies she had discussed with Savannah until she had worked it all out in her head. She was still eager to test the waters.
“I just thought it might be good for our attitudes. We are getting huge egos now that all these men are showing up to fuck us. They treat us like stars. It will help if you keep us from being put too high on a pedestal, Sir” Melanie didn’t want to come right out and ask him to treat her like a dog.
Brock shrugged. He didn’t see the point. He enjoyed bossing the girls around and fucking them, but the newness had worn off a little for him. The girls crawling on the ground took more time to get to the front door and that didn’t seem efficient to Brock.
“She wants you to treat her like a dog. Make her bark, fetch a ball, sit up and beg, eat off the floor,” Savannah explained bluntly.
“Oh? Wow! That sounds weird but interesting. Why? Like later after this guy leaves?” Brock looked down at his mother crawling on the grass next to him like a bashful puppy. Melanie blushed.
“No, like all the time from now on. Whenever you can,” Savannah explained while they crawled. “She wants you to be much more strict too,” Savannah said.
Melanie was mortified that Savannah had come right out and asked for this. She didn’t disagree, though.
“All the time?” Brock was clearly open to the idea.
“Yeah, but mostly when we are pissy and rude to people,” Savannah offered like it was not that big of a deal.
A kid on a bike rode past and saw the two girls. He was leering at them and had obviously ridden past several times hoping to catch a glimpse of them. Melanie and Savannah recognized the boy as one of the regular kids who peeped on them in the bushes on the weekends.
Savannah glared at him and almost scared him away but then smiled like this was funny. “Woof!” she barked at him playfully. The boy on the bike rode away with a big grin on his face after he became nervous.
“You are pissy and rude all the time,” Brock warned Savannah that he’d have to be harsh to her all the time.
“Yeah, your mom has this wild hair to be polite, considerate and patient all the time,” Savannah said.
“Is that what you want?” Brock said.
Savannah didn’t want to tell him yes. On some level, she wished she could be a good girlfriend and overall person. She also believed the cards she had been dealt meant she could not really change her core Personality.
“No, I am just doing this so I can tell your Mom that I told her it wouldn’t work” Savannah was half-joking. “I am a shitty girlfriend. You can make me be polite to everyone if you want, Sir. You don’t have too,” Savannah said. It wasn’t lost on Melanie that Savannah had voluntarily called her son Sir.
“You are a fantastic girlfriend!” Brock was happy that what started as a joke to humiliate Savannah was now a real relationship. It wasn’t a typical boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, but Brock had been overjoyed and loved to show her off to his friends.
“You just say that because I let you fuck me up the ass,” Savannah chuckled.
“Yeah,” Brock giggled in agreement.
“I am shitty to your friends when they meet me. I make them feel six inches tall,” she admitted.
Brock didn’t have any friends before he was with Savannah, but he didn’t disagree.
“You can make me strip naked and suck all their dicks while I apologize if I even look at them wrong. You can make me call them Sir and when I fuck up spank the shit out of me in front of them if you want,” Savannah suggested.
“You are okay with this too?” Brock asked his mom.
“It was my idea. Sir” Melanie felt a quiver in her asshole and a tinge of fear in her stomach. She was afraid this was simply too over the top.
“You would even act like a puppy in front of my friends?” Brock was confused. Brock’s confidence had recently increased when Savannah moved in. That translated into him talking to other boys at school and making friends for the first time since they moved here. He invited them over without asking his mom one day. He didn’t think she would mind since she had so many strange guys over at the house.
She paraded around in lingerie in front of the nerdy boys that Brock brought home from school and politely offered them snacks. They thought she was hot but they were too bashful to do more than giggle amongst themselves. His mother seemed to be waiting for them to take control of her like Billy, Damien and Elbert. They didn’t and Brock didn’t tell her what to do. It was awkward and the guys got nervous and left.
“All you have to do is order us to do it. It will teach us obedience and humility,” Melanie said with a trace of uncertainty in her voice. She was past the point of no return, though. She had made the offer to Brock, and he knew what she was asking him to do.
“You can even make us act like kitties if it tickles your fancy,” Savannah volunteered a playful meow.
She remembered meeting Brock’s friends. He was so nervous to introduce her as his girlfriend. The entire point of the nerdy boys visit was just to confirm she was a real girl.
Brock had been missing a lot of school lately watching over his mom, but he hadn’t quit like Savannah.
“Can I make you piss and shit in the yard like a dog?” Brock asked her as he tried to get his head around the strange request.
Savannah looked over at Melanie with a glare that read “See what you started, now?”
“Yeah, if you want. Just don’t get us kicked out of the park. We’ll have to bag it up afterward, Sir” Savannah said. She imagined shitting in a box of kitty litter on rainy days and laughed to herself.
“What will you use for toilet paper?” Brock asked as he reached the door.
Savannah was about to tell him that she didn’t fucking know. This was all his mother’s idea. She was just the one who laid it out on the table for him.
“We’d probably air dry, and then you could hose us down in the driveway once a day, Sir,” Melanie said as she considered the question. There were at their front door, and the girl’s bare asses were fully exposed on their front lawn.
“That makes sense,” Brock was surprised by the strange request but he happily went along with it. He had seen so much in the last few months that the things his mother did no longer shocked him like they first had. He was secretly pretty excited about where this was going. It turned him on that his Mom and Savannah were such unrepentant, extroverted sluts.
Brock led the girls inside and introduced them to their visitor. Savannah called them tricks or johns. Melanie called them Clients. Brock saw him as a guy who wanted to pay for sex with his mom and girlfriend.
The man was more than a little surprised to see the two girls crawling on the ground into their own trailer. They knew him as George although they were pretty sure that wasn’t his name. It was hot outside, and the girl’s sun-kissed bodies were pink from the many spankings they received as well as the sun.
He had been meeting them almost every day at Denny’s for a ride for the last week. He liked fucking the two of them a lot. He thought Melanie was a single mother and believed Savannah was her daughter. He was divorced, and Melanie told him she was divorced too. George’s wife had been a stick in the mud. He thought Melanie was just being daring when she offered to fuck him the first time. He was hoping they might eventually start dating even though he was paying for sex right now. He loved the idea of a sexually promiscuous wife and her slutty daughter.
This was George’s first time at their trailer. It had taken him a lot of courage to show up after they gave him their address. He hadn’t made an appointment.
“I wasn’t sure if this was the right place. I thought maybe you gave me the wrong address,” George said.
“Why would we do that, Sir?” Melanie asked apologetically.
Savannah knew why. She always wrote down the wrong address for weird men that didn’t look like they had much money when Melanie told her to provide them their address.
“You guys just seemed a little too good to be true. I thought maybe Chris Hansen would be here,” he chuckled.
“Have a seat over there,” Brock said in a funny voice, but nobody laughed. George was staring at the two naked women that had just crawled in their own front door.
It is kind of a rough neighborhood,” he looked them over. He was trying to make sense of why they were on the ground.
“Yes Sir, it can be, but we like it rough” Melanie answered him sweetly. She didn’t get up. Savannah wasn’t going to stand up if Melanie didn’t.
“Can I ask why you are crawling around naked outside?” George seemed puzzled. He had only ever had vanilla sex with the girls in the back of Melanie’s car.
“It is a long story, Sir,” Melanie answered dismissively. She felt stupid at his feet because George looked so puzzled.
“Mom wants us both to learn to be more polite. I know it sounds crazy, but she has us spend time acting like house pets, so we don’t get big egos, Sir,” she explained.
“Outside?” George asked what the neighbors think.
“Most of the neighbors are cool with it. If we are rude to any of them, then we beg forgiveness, and Master Brock punishes us,” Savannah shrugged like this was already an established rule. It was the first time that Brock had heard himself called a Master.
“Master Brock?” George considered Brock to be an ordinary boy. Brock looked much younger than Savannah because he was so scrawny and nerdy, but they were close to the same age.
“That’s my son, Sir” Melanie admitted.
“I didn’t know you had a son” George looked uncomfortable with the young man standing in the living room. “He is your master?” he asked Melanie.
“He is one of our Masters, Sir. We have to do what he tells us. We can’t stand up until he gives us permission,” Savannah hinted that Brock should give them permission.
“Oh! Stand up!” Brock commanded.
The two naked women rose up off the floor and looked George in the eye. Melanie stood with her shoulders back and tits sticking out.
Savannah can be competitive, and she was having fun with this game.
She interlaced her fingers behind her head. Spread her legs wide, stuck her tits out, clenched her ass cheeks, and stuck her head up.
When Melanie saw Savannah do this, she was a little confused, but she followed along and imitated Savannah’s rigid and exposed position.
Savannah had to hold that position during her initiation as a bunny while grubby bikers ran their greasy fingers all over her body and looked her over.
“This is our inspection position,” Savannah explained. She was making this up as she went. “Master Brock will check our mouths, under our tits cunts, and assholes to make sure we haven’t hidden anything on our bodies. You are welcome to make yourself more comfortable while you observe, Sir,” she said. Savannah had been strip-searched in jail. She based her idea on what the handsy guard had done to her while she was in lock-up.
The girls sometimes got searched at the strip club if the Manager thought they were holding out on paying out the house with their earnings. Those were often brutal and savage affairs that usually ended with the bouncer sticking his dick in their ass.
Brock knew Savannah was introducing new rules and followed along. He stuck his finger roughly down her throat. He lifted her tits. He put his finger in Savannah’s pussy and then held her ass cheeks apart while he finger fucked her butt for 10 seconds. He loved Savannah’s ass.
“What could you possibly be hiding?” George asked as he sat on the couch and crossed his legs.
“I could have a razor blade, money, weed, food, you name it, sir! Trust me. This is for my own good. If Master Brock isn’t strict, then I’ll steal you blind,” she admitted.
Brock was puzzled. He continued on to inspect his mother. The first thing he did was stick his dirty finger in his mother’s mouth. The guys expected them to use their mouths to clean sex toys, dicks, and anything else. He didn’t even think about the fact it had been in Savannah’s mouth because it seemed so normal to him that the girls didn’t seem to mind the taste of their own bodies.
“You stuck your finger in your mother’s mouth after it had been in your sister’s ass?” George said.
“Yes, Sir, she needs to clean it thoroughly before he searches her cunt,” Savannah suggested. Melanie could barely contain herself as she giggled on the dirty finger. The boys had frequently fucked them with dirty fingers and cocks in every hole. George was fascinated but highly confused.
“You let your son treat you like this?” George couldn’t believe little Brock was inspecting his mother even when he saw it with his own eyes. Brock tried to lift Melanie’s tits, but they were so rock hard that they didn’t wobble. He slapped them a little and let them jiggle.
“No sir, I don’t let him search me. I beg him to search me and thank him every day for his continued vigilance,” Melanie played along. “If he doesn’t, I’d be tempted to hide some of the tips you give me from him,” she said.
“It is your money,” George didn’t see the problem with the girls keeping their tips and added, “you earned it.”
“Yes, sir, but only because of our Master’s constant discipline. If not for them we’d sleep all day and never make any money. We’d be irresponsible with it and spend it on coke,” Savannah admitted. Savannah had done coke before with her biological mother. She hadn’t done any drugs since she arrived at Melanie’s trailer and didn’t feel the need. She hated to admit that she had been enjoying this adventure. She enjoyed being able to talk to Melanie and she had grown to see her as a surrogate mother. She also saw Brock as her first real boyfriend. Their trailer felt like a home to her.
“Why isn’t he talking?” George was skeptical that they weren’t pulling his leg. Brock was just as confused. The girls did have to do what he said, but there were no inspection rituals before.
“Master likes us to answer our betters in our own words so that you can see we are not being coerced. This is for our own good, Sir!” Savannah was really good at lying, and now she wasn’t sure if she didn’t believe her own lie.
“You weren’t acting like this when we met before,” George was still bewildered.
“Yes, I know, sir, and I apologize. I wake up and hate seeing the crabby, lazy monster. I truly am looking back at me in the mirror. My mother and I are unsupervised when we drive Uber. We can make fun of people, ridicule them and steal whatever we want from them. We know what we are but we felt powerless to stop ourselves on our own. We both recently realized we were such insufferable cunts that even we couldn’t stand looking at ourselves in the mirror. We asked Master to take charge of us and punish us,” Savannah was enjoying the look of shock on George’s face. He was a nice guy who was just a little lonely. She loved seeing how extremely turned on he was listening to her admit these things.
“Did you ridicule me?” George was sensitive, and he didn’t want to hear that they did.
“Worse, Sir!” Savannah lied and said she took ten dollars out of his wallet when he wasn’t looking. She admitted apologetically that it was her mother who called him a walrus faced pecker head who would never miss it.
Brock finished with his inspection of the two girls.
George was offended that they called him names and stole from him. He didn’t notice ten dollars missing because Savannah had never stolen it. She was just admitting to it so she could apologize and be punished. George was very mild-mannered, though, and he didn’t think what they did was really that big of a deal. He knew they were trouble when he met them because they were very sassy and flirtatious when they first picked them up.
“May we kneel before George and beg his forgiveness?” they begged Master Brock together.
He told them they could, and without removing their hands from behind their heads, they both fell on their knees before George.
“Why would you admit to this now? Brock would never have found out,” George thought the girls were over-reacting by kneeling before him.
“Master Brock is very vigilant and watches us over us. The ten dollars is hidden in my panties drawer in my old bedroom, Sir. I knew you would never look there because I don’t wear panties anymore,” Savannah said.
This lie was so monumental because Savannah didn’t have a room in the trailer much less a panty drawer. “Please go check after we are punished before Mister George!” Savannah begged him.
Melanie felt that Savannah was laying things on a little too thick and that George may not buy it if she did. She wondered if this was Savannah’s way of proving to her that the idea wouldn’t work.
“Don’t demand things of your brother! He’ll check in his own good time, Savannah!” Melanie tried to hide a devious grin. Melanie had mastered role-playing the dimwitted bimbo. The angry but obedient mom who wanted her daughter to be punished just like her was a new character for Melanie’s repertoire. One she enjoyed role-playing just as much!
“We are equals now! You can’t tell me what to do!” Savannah pouted that neither girl had any authority at all now that it all belonged to Brock.
The girls restrained themselves from acting too angry. They were trying to seem competitive and reluctant but willing to be disciplined if it meant they would be better people in the long run. They were essentially play acting themselves just in a much more distilled version to get a rise out of George.
Savannah begged Master Brock to punish her for talking to him that way and to let George spank her for stealing from him,” She begged.
“I get it now,” George thought he figured it out. “You want me to pay to spank you?” George pulled out a stack of twenties. “I can do that,” it wasn’t his favorite thing, but he was more than willing to pay to spank their asses.
“No sir, we genuinely robbed you and insulted you behind your back. You don’t have to pay to punish us. I owe you ten dollars! You would be doing me a favor by taking it out of my ass, Sir! The only way I will learn to stop feeding my dirty, dirty impulses is through consequences,” Savannah assured him. Savannah had NEVER refused money for sex in her life. She was puzzled why she had so eagerly said that. She quickly added that he could tip after they pleasure him with what he came after.
“You should know that Savannah has had many spankings and it hasn’t helped adjust her bitchy attitude, Sir” Melanie chimed in. “She has a big dumper like mine,” Melanie shook her sizable butt cheeks.
Savannah said “Your ass is all flab! Mine is hard as a rock!”
The girls loved to be competitively playful with one another about who had prettier body parts. It gave them an excuse to flash it to a guy and then bicker when he was diplomatic and said they were both hot.
“Your head is harder than your ass. You won’t learn with your head, so maybe you can learn when a paddling is applied to your ass! Mister George needs to put a heavy ka-thunk-a-thunk on your ba-dunk-a-dunk-dunk and improve that attitude, Savannah!” Melanie’s alliteration was cute and George chuckled at the suggestion he slap Savannah’s ass extra harder because her head was thicker than her ass.
“I think everyone can be reasoned with!” George said optimistically but continued to spank.
“We are way past reason and logic. This is a last resort after we tried everything else and failed. Trust me, if there was an easier way I would have asked for it. You’ll have to spank her hard on the ass if you want to get her attention and see her show even an ounce of remorse!” Melanie reiterated. She said that Savannah was just like her and it was the only way either of them could ever be made to listen.
“He can spank me on the cunt or tits if he’d prefer!” Savannah insisted.
“You like being spanked on the tits and cunt though!” Melanie smiled at her.
“Yeah, I know! That’s why he should make me stand in the shower and get my skin soaking wet and then use a flyswatter!”
Savannah explained that a naughty bitch like her had to really feel pain to accept a correction. She begged him to make her really feel it.
“I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you want to feel pleasure?” George wasn’t cruel and he didn’t see the point in hurting the girls if they didn’t get off on it.
“I want to feel pleasure and I will after you are done punishing me, Sir!” Savannah winked at him seductively. “I’ve been naughty though and if there punishment is too light I’ll just keep being naughty. I’ll save people a lot of time and trouble giving me weak punishments if you just kick some sense into my ass right the first time, Sir!” Savannah couldn’t help sounding a little aggressive. She was annoyed that George was so concerned about her pleasure.
He wasn’t playing along with the game that she and Melanie were playing the way she wanted him too.
“A flyswatter is nothing!” Melanie often became playfully competitive when she was around Savannah. The two sluts were revisiting their conversation outside. “Master Brock has a curtain rod that will beat a little sense into her. Shove that rod straight up her ass if she doesn’t mind her manners!”
The two devious sluts were increasing the stakes of the dares by suggesting to George he beat the other one a little harder. They were daring George to be as brutal as he could to one another for their own good.
“You could stick that curtain rod twelve inches up my mother’s ass and she would still be a bitch!” Savannah suppressed her smirk.
“You could pull it back out and shove it down my daughter’s THROAT and she’d just laugh and ask if you would do it again!” Melanie promised George.
They were doing this under the guise of punishment adjusting their sour attitude and proving their commitment to a steady life of domestic discipline. The humiliation of having to beg for something to be inserted into their most intimate private parts and then the subsequent removal was supposed to teach them that proper ladies don’t behave as they do. They were making this philosophy up as they went but parts of it rang true to both of them.
They often had tranquil feelings after the most brutal beatings. They had become more sensitive to other people’s pain the more they experienced it. They were able at times to suspend their egos and become filthy little sluts and surrender all their choices to someone else. Thoughts of self-doubt, rage, anger frequently went quiet in their heads after they behaved submissively or humiliated themselves at someone else’s orders. They would return after the session ended and it left them craving it again.
The girls had been roleplaying with George but so much of what they were saying felt like the truth to them that the lines became blurred.
“I’d really like to spank Savannah on her behind,” George didn’t want to go nearly that far with the girls. He asked Brock if that would be alright.
“Okay, yeah” Brock played along, “I think that is a great idea!”
Savannah was trying her hardest to resist the urge to say something snarky about George calling her ass a “behind”.
Brock commanded Savannah to lay across his lap while he spanked her ass. It was a pretty weak command but it sufficed to make the point that she needed to obey her brother.
“I don’t want to hurt her. I just want to feel the flat of my hand on her rump. Is that okay?” George asked Brock.
“Yeah,” Brock shrugged. He was still adjusting to the fact that the older man was asking for his permission on how to handle his mother and girlfriend. It hadn’t quite sunk in to him yet that their constant reinforcement of his authority was the primary reason.
“If you won’t beat me hard sir, may I make a request?” Savannah asked sweetly as she laid across the grown man’s lap. She knew this position because she occasionally had men pay to spank her when she was working the motels with her mother. They liked her to play a rotten school girl who needed punishment. She usually didn’t have to do much acting to pull off that character.
“Sure!” George started patting her ass with his hand and rubbing all over with his hand. He was massaging Savannah’s pretty butt more than he was spanking it.
“Master Brock would you order Mom to get on the floor and spread her ass cheeks in my face. Make Mom put her asshole right in my nose while Mister George spanks me? That will keep me focused,” she said.
Master George wasn’t opposed to the idea but he wasn’t sure how it would focus the girl on anything other than Melanie’s bodacious ass cheeks.
“The added humiliation of being a little brown noser will help reinforce the lesson you are teaching my daughter. She is not to put herself above people or steal from them. There are more ways to teach a skanky little slut than just applying brute force, thank you for doing this, Sir!” Melanie pretty much obligated George to make the request.
Brock was happy to oblige everyone and agree. He didn’t feel like he was really in charge. He felt more like a Ring Master where the Lions ran things.
Melanie happily leaned forward with her tits in the carpet and stuck her entire ass right in Savannah’s face. She flapped her cheeks across the girl’s nose before centering her puckered asshole on Savannah’s nose. Melanie could feel the girl’s not breath on her pussy and the tip of her nose on her asshole.
“Your asshole puckers every time I touch it with my nose, Mom!” Savannah said.
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