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Collected by Djian
updated jan 20 - 2010
Clair's New Toy, part 1
Throughout the evening the clink of glasses and low conversation had
gotten progressively louder as the more conservative - and less
politically motivated, people had left and those that stayed indulged
in a bit more alcohol. Ann wished that they could leave. She didn't
feel comfortable with these people, but knew her husband Michael was
trying to climb the political ladder here at his new University job.
Since the party was being hosted by Richard, the president of the
University, and his wife Clair, Michael didn't want to bail too early.
He wanted to be on the inside of this clique, not the outside, as
he'd explained to her when she asked if they could leave. She was
used to letting Michael take the lead, making the decisions for the
both of them. He made good money, and didn't demand much of her - in
or out of the bedroom - so she played the dutiful wife, attended
theses functions and made sure that her husband and 12 year old son
Devon always had a clean house and good meals to come home to.
Usually she handled herself better, but their hostess Clair, had done
little to make her feel comfortable. The redhead's attention, when it
had been on the couple at all, had centered on Michael. Ann tried not
to be jealous, on top of everything else. She sighed looking around
when Michael, deep in conversation with one of the other profs, turned
and asked her if she'd refill his drink.
"Yes honey," she replied as she began to walk toward the small bar.
She had the glasses filled, white wine for her, and a scotch and soda
for him. The bartender had spent more that a little time looking at
her cleavage, and as a result, both glasses were quite full. She was
skirting behind a small group of women, trying to see where Michael
had disappeared to, when someone from the other side almost backed
into her. She stumbled a bit and the wine spilled over - right onto
the legs of her hostess. There was dead silence from the group. Ann
was mortified and almost turned pale. She was almost completely
unprepared for the reaction she got.
"Oh, my, I'm so sorry Clair. I didn't see..."
"Shit!" Clair said loudly.
Ann was stunned at the anger in the other woman's voice. "I... I'm
really sorry! Let me get a towel to..."
"Shut UP you idiot. A towel? Do you have any idea how much these
shoes cost? They're hand made. Custom fitted!"
Ann recoiled from the tone in Clair's voice. She put the drinks down
on the table, picked up some napkins, and turned back to Clair.
"Here. I'm really sorry, I'll clean them off."
"Christ, you're stupid," returned Clair.
Some of the women who'd been standing in the group snickered, and by
now, the confrontation had gotten the attention of everyone else in
the room. Clair bent until her face was close to Ann's. At five six,
the woman was only an inch taller than Ann, but the very high heels
she was wearing made Clair much taller than Ann.
"You can't use a paper napkin on this kind of leather," she said in a
menacing voice, "it'll scratch the shine, you moron." Clair
straightened and got an evil smile on her face. "In fact, there's
only a few ways that they can be cleaned off. And since I doubt that
you have the right kind of cloth here, you'll have to do it the hard
way." She paused, the nasty grin getting wider. "With your tongue."
Ann recoiled as if slapped. This was going too far. Michael, who'd
been following the conversation, was also surprised and began to
consider going over there to help his wife. He'd just come out of the
bathroom when the altercation started.
"Well? Did you hear me you stupid cow? Get on your knees and start
cleaning my shoes."
Ann was still too stunned to say anything. She couldn't believe that
someone would talk to her this way. "M..maybe I should just go," she
said as she tried to back away. Clair's hand shot out and grabbed her
arm, her fingernails digging into Ann's soft skin.
"Maybe you should do what I said and start cleaning my shoes. "
Ann tried to remove her arm from Clair's grip, but Clair was too
strong and she found herself being forced to her knees. That's when
Michael decided enough was enough and started toward the women to
extricate his wife.
"That might not be a good idea, Michael," came a voice from behind
him. He turned around to look at the speaker.
"What? Richard, I can't let Ann be treated like that..."
Richard chuckled. "Look, I won't stop you if you really want to go
over there. But Clair's not going to hurt your wife - she's just
pissed off and a little drunk. If you go over there, she might start
in on you. Or one of her friends might. No matter how well
intentioned, if it gets physical, it's not going to look too good.
You being a man and them being women. What are you going to do if you
get slapped? Hit them back?"
Damn, Michael thought. Clair's husband was right. If he got
involved, things could get really ugly. He turned his attention back
to the group of women as several of the other men made noises of
agreement with Richard.
Michael had a thing for Clair - not that he'd ever let it show.
Making a pass at the President of the University's wife was a fast
track to unemployment. Still, her long, beautiful red hair, narrow
waist and full ass really turned him on . And those tits! God, they
were huge. His own wife had great tits, 37 D's and even though they
had some sag, they were great still fun to play with - when he could
get her to fuck around, which, of late, hadn't been very often.
Still, they were a lot smaller than Clair's.
Currently, Clair had her hand in Ann's hair and was holding her on her
knees, telling her what a stupid cow she was. The other women were
laughing and Ann had tears in her eyes as she tried to loosen Clair's
grip. Oddly, rather than pissing him off, the whole scene was turning
him on. He wondered if Clair was really going to make his wife lick
her shoes clean. Hell, he'd almost do it himself. Clair was wearing
a pair of black leather heels, that had to be at least 5". Her
stockings, the seams perfectly centered in the backs of her legs, were
translucent black with some kind of pattern on them. Just wondering
if they were panty hose, or real stockings was giving him a hard on.
Richard, for his part, wasn't watching the scene. He was watching
Michael to see what he'd do. He saw the man's gaze go from worried to
interested and wondered if perhaps Clair had found herself a new set
of toys. He was older than his wife by over fifteen years, and while
he still loved to fuck her four or five times a week, he knew that she
enjoyed having sex more often than that. If she wanted to fuck
around, he didn't have a problem with it. God knew she'd helped him
get more than his share of little coed toys. Plus, she had a real
dominant streak and that was something he couldn't help her with. He
was anything but submissive! Smiling, he caught the eye of the man
tending bar and nodded. The man nodded back and turned to a small
panel on the wall. Once he opened it, he punched in a code, then gave
a thumbs up to Richard.
The sound of a slap rang through the room.
"Listen bitch. Don't mouth off to me," came Clair's menacing voice.
"You start using your tongue on my shoes, or I'm going to slap the
shit out of you. "
Ann was at a complete loss. Where was Michael? She couldn't see him
anywhere. Of course, now that she was on her knees, she couldn't see
much of anything. But why hadn't he come to help her? Was he not in
the room? Her face stung from the slap - she hadn't been hit since
she was a child, and knew her face was bright red. It was obvious
that Clair was going to make her lick her shoes, and Ann couldn't
think of a way out of it. None of the other wives were making an
attempt to stop Clair, and she was too strong for Ann fight. Ann,
unlike Clair, spent her days doing minimal housework and some
gardening. It was obvious that Clair spent a lot of her time in the
gym. Slowly, her body bent as Clair forced her head closer to the
shoes. Tears dripped from Ann's face as the black leather and
stocking clad leg filled her vision.
"You'd better start licking, or I'm going to get really pissed."
Ann couldn't bring herself to do it. The smell of leather - and the
wine - was making her sick. Normally, she liked the smell of leather,
but she was frightened out of her wits by this situation. She hoped
her asthma wouldn't start up. It sometimes did, when she was under a
lot of stress.
She heard the sound before she felt anything. The grip on her hair
tightened at the same time pain exploded in her ass. Someone had
slapped her ass!
"C'mon, you fucking cow. Start licking." Slap. Slap. "If you
don't, I'm going to get a belt and use that on your fat ass."
Tears streaming down her face, Ann finally gave in. Her pink tongue
emerged and tentatively touched Clair's shoe. Her ass was slapped
again, much harder this time, but Ann was unable to protect herself.
Clair had a very firm grip on her hair, and Ann needed her hands for
balance.
"You call that licking? Is that how you lick your husbands cock?
Come on, bitch, stick out your tongue and get busy."
Clair couldn't believe that this woman was letting her do this to her.
She started wondering just how far she could push Ann, before the
woman really started to fight back. Clair's pussy was a swamp, her
juices soaking her panties. Of course, those juices were mixed with
the cum of one of her friend's husband - they'd fucked just an hour
ago. It had been somewhat unsatisfying, since she and Ed hadn't had a
lot of time. Still, he had a nice, thick cock. Now she was wondering
if she'd be able to get the woman at her feet to suck his load out of
her. Hmmm. Probably not tonight, but perhaps in the future. The
near future. Even as she continued to berate the woman, Clair looked
around the room to see if she could spot Ann's husband. Sure enough,
he was there. And from the look on his face, she had a good idea why
he hadn't put a stop to it. She'd noticed Michael on a number of
occasions staring at her and wondered if he'd be interested in a go in
the sack. She knew that there weren't many people into the kinds of
things that she liked - her husband was, but he had his own toys, and
she wasn't one of them. She doubted that Michael was either, but
from the look on his face, perhaps he could be... persuaded.
Turning her attention to the sobbing woman at her feet, she began to
direct Ann's head where she wanted her tongue to go. Ann ended up
licking far more than just the small amount of wine that had dribbled
on the shoes. Clair had her give her shoes a complete tongue bath,
and despite the harsh words she rained down on her - and the
occasional slap to her ass, Ann was doing an excellent job. Clair
finally got tired of bending over, and motioned to Linda, Ed's wife,
to get her a chair. It was brought to her and she sat down, her tight
grip still controlling Ann. She could see down Ann's blouse from this
angle and saw the points of her nipples poking through her rather
utilitarian bra. Hmmm.
"I think that you got some on my stockings, you clumsy bitch. Better
start cleaning those too."
Ann was beside herself. The heat from the slaps to her ass were
sinking into her pussy, and she was mortified when she realized that
her nipples were hard. How could this be turning her on? When her
mouth was forced onto the stocking above the shoe, she didn't think to
struggle, she just continued licking.
"That's it. See? Even someone as stupid as you can occasionally do
something right. Don't forget the other one now."
Ann thoroughly licked her way around each ankle before trying to pull
away again.
"Please, I've done as you asked. Let me go," begged the teary eyed woman.
Clair, however, was having none of that. "You're finished when I say
you're finished and not a second before. Now get back down there."
Ann once again tried to resist. She struggled and squirmed, but now
someone else had her arms and was keeping her from using them. Not
only was Ann unable to free herself, but Clair, who was getting tired
of her struggling, pulled her up to a kneeling position and slapped
her face. Ann was once again forced down, this time with her face
pushed to the floor. Michael, observing all this decided that it was
time to intervene, if only for appearance sake. In truth, he had a
raging hardon - he couldn't actually remember the last time he'd been
this hard, and wanted to see where Clair was going with this. As he
stepped forward Richard grabbed his arm and leaned toward his ear.
"Son," came Richards deep voice, "I think that you should reconsider.
I have a lot of experience in situations like this and trust me, at
some level your wife wants it. Otherwise, she'd be screaming her
bloody head off and clawing like a cat." Michael turned and looked at
the older man. Richard was in great shape for someone in his sixties,
but Michael knew he could take him apart, grab his wife and get the
hell out of there. In fact, he knew that's what he should be doing.
He didn't move though and Richard smiled. Meanwhile, Clair had had
enough of Ann's struggling.
"Maria, could I borrow your belt?" asked Clair. At that Ann started
struggling even more, but Clair had no trouble holding her. "Thanks.
I think that you could wrap that around her wrists... perfect."
Once again, Ann found herself kneeling at Clair's feet. "Now since
you made such a fuss, and didn't follow my directions, you're going to
have to make it up to me. So I want you to put that dirty tongue of
yours where I want it for as long as I want it there. Do you understand?"
Ann, surprisingly, continued to struggle. It did her no good though,
especially with her hands fastened behind her with a belt. Tears
streamed down her red face.
"Please, haven't you done enough? Just let me go! Please. I won't
even tell my husband."
Clair slapped her face again, and this time she grabbed the end of one
large breast though her dress. Ann gasped in shock and pain as Clair
expertly zeroed in on her nipple and twisted it.
"Are you deaf *and* stupid? You'd better get your tongue moving, or
I'm going to pull this useless thing off."
Ann was gasping as the pain spread through her left breast. She
didn't resist even a little as someone pushed her head toward Clair's
stocking covered calf. She continued to lick, her saliva spreading
over the other woman's leg. Ann was in a daze now, the fading ache in
her breast adding to the warmth between her legs. She absolutely
refused to even contemplate that she might be getting turned on. She
was a respectable woman! A wife and mother and even though she
couldn't protect herself from Clair's cruelty, she refused to believe
that she could be even remotely turned on by it.
Clair was now really enjoying herself. This stupid bitch didn't even
realize that her husband had been watching the whole time! She
decided it would be better to tell Ann about that sometime in the
future. And yes, she and Ann *were* going to have a future, that was
for sure. She doubted that Ann would like it though. Clair continued
to direct the hapless woman at her feet until finally she'd reached
the hem of Clair's short skirt. Clair decided that it was time to see
what else she could get Ann to do.
"Do any of you other ladies need something cleaned?" asked Clair. "I
can recommend an excellent cleaner."
The other woman laughed and Ann just sat on the floor with her head
down. Where was Michael? Why hadn't he saved her?
Ann was pushed over again, her head bent almost to the floor and
another shoe presented itself. She balked, but not for long, because
when she didn't start licking, there was a stinging slap to her ass.
More tears leaked from her eyes as once again she began to lick
another shoe. There was a lot of giggling as several more shoes were
presented to her lips. Ann's arousal was growing, but she steadfastly
refused to admit it. Finally she was pulled to her knees again. She
wanted to faint when she saw what was in front of her.
Clair had pulled her skirt up to her hips and presented her ass,
fortunately covered by panties. Ann's mind refused to believe that
she was going to be forced to, literally, kiss this woman's ass.
"Hey bitch, did I tell you to stop? Cut the crying crap and start
licking. Make sure you do a good job, because if you stop before I
tell you, you're going to regret it."
Ann couldn't do it. She just couldn't. Even if they'd been alone,
this was just too degrading.
Clair waited, her ample ass thrust out and occasionally wiggling.
Would Ann follow her orders or would she resist? Finally, Clair
realized that Ann was not going to do as she was told. In some ways,
that was good. She let her skirt down, and turned around.
"Well. That wasn't very nice of you now was it? I go out of my way
to give you something nice to look at - and taste, and you ignore it.
I find that very insulting. And when someone insults me, I get
angry." The looking in her eyes convinced Ann that Clair was indeed,
getting angry. She almost wished that she'd just stuck her tongue out
and done what she was told. But she just couldn't.
Clair smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She stood over Ann, her
legs slightly spread and stared down at the other woman. Ann had to
drop her eyes. They came to rest on the beautiful black leather heels
that she'd just licked clean. She found herself wondering, oddly
enough, if she could ever wear anything like that.
"So," said Clair, "You're still not listening." Ann looked up and
felt her heart speed up as the smile on the woman looking down at her
got even bigger. Before the woman realized what was happening, Clair
had bent and ripped open her blouse. Ann's boring, white, padded bra
was in full view of everyone and her entire upper body blushed.
"You'd better start licking or the bra comes off next. As ugly as it
is, it's a wonder you wear it anyway. No doubt because those cow tits
of yours sag to your waist."
That comment drew laughter from the group of women, which embarrassed
Ann even more. Embarrassment quickly turned to anger. Yes, her tits
sagged a bit - but not too far. They couldn't be that big and not
sag! Plus, she'd had a child; slightly sagging breasts and a small
belly were just what happened when you had kids. She wasn't proud of
these defects though and always dressed to hide them. However, the
last thing she wanted to happen was to have her bra ripped off. It
wasn't cold in the room and she didn't want them to see her hard
nipples. They'd gotten a lot bigger when she nursed her son and she
could see the points they were making even though her padded bra.
From the look on this crazy woman's face, she'd better do what she was
told, otherwise her bra would be removed.
Clair made it easier for her. She told one of the other women to hold
Ann's head and she turned her back and pulled up the skirt. Once
again, Ann was presented with the panty covered ass.
The shear black cloth spread over Clair's large white ass. Ann tried
to keep her mouth on the outside of the full, firm cheeks, but the
person directing her head had other ideas and kept pushing her towards
the center. Ann kissed and licked until the woman holding her was
sure that she'd gotten every spot. Finally Clair seemed satisfied and
Ann hoped that her humiliation was over.
"Is there anyone else who'd like to have their ass kissed?" There
was laughter from the other women and the comment seemed to break the
spell of silence on the other women.
"Yeah," said a small blond that Ann didn't recognize. "I'd like to
have someone kissing my ass for a change."
Ann finally tried to get to her feet. She was not going to continue
with this. Clair just slapped her face again.
"You must like being hit. Otherwise you'd do what your told. If you
try to get up again, I'm going to strip you, then tie your feet. As
it is, you've lost your bra privileges. Not that wearing that
abomination was much of a privilege."
Ann's struggles got her exactly nowhere as two women held her upper
arms. Clair didn't even bother to untie Ann's arms. She just
unsnapped the bra, loosing Ann's heavy breasts, then grabbed a knife
from the bar and cut the upper straps, removing the thing completely.
"Jesus Chris," said the little blond. "She really is a cow, isn't she?"
The other's laughed and continued to make nasty comments as Ann hung
her head in shame. She knew that she'd do anything they told her to
do though - if they pulled off her panties, they'd see how wet they
were and then who knew what they'd do to her?
"OK Linda," said Clair, "Your turn. And Ann, since you were such a
little bitch about this, I think you should start at the bottom."
Ann didn't resist as her head was pushed toward Linda's feet. She'd
removed her pumps and Ann found herself sucking on each of the nylon
clad toes. When she finished both feet she began to work her way up,
kissing and sucking Linda's legs while the other women snickered and
made comments about her hanging breasts. At one point someone
wondered if, since they looked so much like cow tits, they still gave
milk. Ann was horrified to feel fingers roughly pulling on her large,
fully erect, nipples. She grew more aroused by the treatment and just
as determined to hide it. Her nipples were squeezed and pinched as
she worked her way up the backs of Linda's thighs. The woman was now
kneeling on the chair with her dress flipped over her back. Ann
wanted to faint when she realized that Linda was wearing a thong.
The women continued to make amused comments about Ann's looks while
Ann tried to ignore the slightly salty taste of the other woman's
skin. She ran her tongue everywhere her face was directed, but was
able to avoid the crack - mostly. She thought she could smell the
other woman's arousal, but wasn't sure.
When they finally pulled Ann back to a kneeling position, she hoped
that her ordeal was finally over. It wasn't. Clair sat back in the
chair with her skirt pulled to her waist, and spread her legs. A
large wet spot could be seen on her panties, and her bright red hair
could be seen escaping from the crotch.
"Start licking, bitch. You missed my thighs earlier."
Ann began once again to lick and realized her jaw was actually
getting tired. Her nose was full of the smell of the nylon stockings
that covered Clair's legs. They were held up with a nice garter belt
- something like the kind that Ann herself used to wear, years ago.
She was able to admire the sheer black sheaths over Clair's legs, even
though she knew she should be hating every minute of this. Actually,
she was hating it, she told herself firmly.
Finally, she couldn't avoid it any longer and had to begin to lick
the skin at the top of Clair's thighs. She could easily smell Clair's
arousal - not that the large wet spot wasn't a complete give away
about how much the domineering woman was enjoying this. Still, the
smooth skin felt good on her tongue, at least compared to the slight
roughness of the nylon.
Someone had started in on her breasts again. This time they were
grasping the hanging orbs at the base and squeezing. That hurt, but
also made her tits feel full and firm. It made her hard nipples pop
out even more and fingers were pulling and tweaking them as well. Her
head was starting to spin and by the time she realized the final act
that Clair had planned for her, it was already done.
Clair grabbed Ann's head and forced it into her pussy, then closed
her legs, trapping the housewife's face in her crotch. Ann struggled,
but was held there by several hands and her nose was overwhelmed with
the strong scent of pussy. Clair was rubbing Ann's face in her crotch
and someone was slapping Ann's hanging tits. Ann was unable to make
much noise since any sound was muffled by Clair's crotch. Finally,
Ann found herself sitting, naked from the waist up, on the floor. The
smell from Clair's cunt was still thick in her nose as she sat there
and panted, looking down at her reddened breasts.
The heat from the abused globes spread through her body making her
nipples throb in time with her heartbeat. Her nipples weren't the
only thing throbbing and Ann began to pray that this wouldn't go any
further. Her cunt was an absolute swamp. The smell of Clair's pussy
was think in her nose, but it only made her more horny. Her husband
would have been very surprised to find out that his demure, prudish
little wife loved the scent of pussy. Of course, it was usually her
own when they made love, but Ann loved it none the less - it was what
she considered her personal secret kink. She found, much to her
humiliation, that she liked Clair's scent as well.
"Well, bitch, I think we're finished with your services. At least
for the moment. You should go get yourself cleaned up before," Clair
added with a meaningful look at the other woman, "your husband sees
what an embarrassing mess you've made of yourself."
The other women got the hint and made no mention of the fact that
Michael had been in the room the entire time. Richard, as soon as he
saw Clair was done with her new toy, ushered Michael out of the room
so that he wouldn't have to explain to his wife why he hadn't aided
her. As soon as her hands were released, Ann rose and, clutching her
blouse to her chest, ran with her head down to the bathroom.
Once there, she closed and locked the door, sobbing almost
uncontrollably. She couldn't believe how horrible she'd been treated.
Her blouse was ripped, although she was able to use a safety pin from
her purse to keep it closed where there was a button missing. But her
bra was a total loss and her big tits were clearly outlined though her
blouse. Thank god that it wasn't a sheer blouse!
Meanwhile, Richard and Michael were talking in another room.
"I hope you aren't too pissed about what Clair did," said Richard.
"She does get a little carried away."
Michael, who was still thinking of how hot the whole thing made him
was a little at a loss for what to say.
"It's all right," continued the man. "I'm sure that Clair will find
a way to make it up to you. And who knows? Maybe it wasn't too bad
for Ann either. Certainly she didn't fight very hard."
Michael wondered what Richard meant about Clair making it up to him.
It wasn't like Claire'd done anything to him. Could it mean what he
thought it meant? Now that all the excitement was over - not that he
was any less horny, he started feeling guilty about how he'd let his
wife be treated. Still, he didn't want to piss Richard off. And if
he played his cards right, perhaps he and Clair...
"I don't know, Richard. Ann's pretty reserved. I probably should
have stepped in or something, but as you said, I didn't want to make
things worse. I suspect, that it's going to take a lot of roses to
get me out of this, if she finds out I was there."
Richard suspected that by the time Ann found out that Michael had
been there the whole time, she wouldn't have much to say about it. If
he knew Clair, Ann would be waiting on her and Michael hand and foot.
"Well, I'm sure that it'll all work out. Perhaps we should have
dinner, just the four of us, to try and patch things up between the
ladies," said Richard. Of course he was thinking that a nice dinner
and some arraigned time alone between the women would give Clair
another shot at Ann. "Anyway, here she comes. I suspect you might
want to think about leaving now."
Michael turned and looked at his wife. Interestingly, aside from
some redness in her eyes, and the somewhat disheveled look she had,
she didn't look much worse for wear. Hmmm. Maybe Richard was right
and Ann did like this.
Ann was pretty quiet on the ride home. Michael tried to draw her
out, since it was obvious that she was upset,. but she resisted all
his efforts. Once they got home and paid the babysitter, they went
upstairs. That was when Ann fell apart. She sobbed and clutched to
Michael and told him everything that had happened.
"Don't worry honey," Michael soothed. "I'm sure that things got
carried away because people had a little too much to drink." He
looked over at his wife. "I suspect that Richard will be a bit upset
with Clair," he lied, "and I'll smooth things over tomorrow."
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