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Another Mattwatt stories

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.


M+/f, D/S, humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, spank, rough

Vanessa and the White Knights
By Mattwatt

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Vanessa and the White Knights
Chapter 1
It took a long time, with items arranged on her bed like a lingerie store, but Vanessa finally chose green. “This was to be,” her thoughts ran, “A memorable night," and she wanted to be dressed exactly right for it. She was going out for dinner with John Flood, that gorgeous man, and this was also going to be the night that she went to his bed. So, all the trappings needed to be exactly right.

That’s why the decision about the green underwear. It would include a pair of green, shimmering thigh high stockings, a pair of green lacy panties, that didn’t do its utmost to hide her secrets, and a matching green bra. The ensemble smoked, of that she was sure.

She started the slow ritual of putting on her green finery, and when she was finished, she looked herself up and down in the mirror.

“The girl has class!” she said, putting her green spike heels on also.

She then grinned lewdly at the mirror and said: “The honkey don’t have a chance!” She laughed at her own outrageous parody of who she was. She’d worked extra hard for her education, and now was assistant dean of admissions at a modern university, with a bright future.
“Not bad for this ghetto girl!” she grinned again, slipping into a black pleated skirt--not too long in the length, to get his eye and keep it where she wanted it. She twirled. It showed the top of her stocking and the beginning of the pussy panel of her panties.
“No twirling!” she said to herself with another outrageous grin.
Next came the green silk over blouse that was belted at the waist. The blouse hung down covering the first upper half of her skirt, but not the important part.
She’d been out with John Flood, that gorgeous man from the chancellor’s office, twice already. But she knew in her bones that tonight was the night.
And Vanessa was determined that tonight would be the night, “And just you wait John Flood, when I start to take off these clothes and show you lovely, light chocolate Vanessa. You gonna squeal!”
She had the sudden thought that she was enjoying this all too much but they’d had such a good time, when they were out together in the past.
Finally, she was ready, and John, gentleman that he was, was on time for her. He came to her door to pick her up. He appraised her with appreciation, and said with obvious relish:
“Vanessa, you look delicious.”
She grinned at him and said: “Well, first dinner and then the delicious.”
She took his arm as he led her to the car. They continued their sexual banter during the ride to the restaurant. He turned to her and one point and said:
“Hey, I have to drop a file for the chancellor off at one of the athletic buildings. You don’t mind, do you?”
She smiled at him: “No, John, you’re well worth waiting for.”
They made it to the athletic part of the campus and he pulled into a reserved spot. He smiled a charming smile at her and said: “Lovely evening! Walk with me.”
“John Flood,” she said with mock seriousness, “You just want to watch me get out of your car.”
“Guilty in one,” he grinned back at her then.
They got out and walked to the building together, arm in arm. Inside the building, they went down a flight of stairs.
He said, as though unsure of himself: “It’s 102 and should be around here some place. Ah, here it is.”
He held the door open for her, and closed it behind them.
Vanessa was taken up short. She couldn’t believe her eyes. There in the room were four students with whom she’d just had a great deal of trouble over a panty raid kind of stunt. Very rich and used to getting their way: Chris Demming, Alex Wayworth, Randall Benton, and Richard Carr.
Vanessa turned, and said: “John?”
“Well, here she is, guys,” John said, ignoring Vanessa and speaking to the guys. “Just as I told you. I’m trusting you on this one and when she’s turned out, like you promised, I want to have one of her first evenings, and I want her looking as good as she does tonight.”
“JOHN!” Vanessa fairly screamed then.
They were in the room by then and now the four students were between Vanessa and the door.
“Now what about my payment?” he wanted to know.
Vanessa just stared.
Chris said: “Your bitch for tonight is already.” He made a phone call and said into the phone: “Cunt, it’s me! John Flood is coming to pick you up, be ready and refuse nothing.”
All this took a few seconds to negotiate and John simply left the room.
Vanessa screamed one more time: “JOHN!” Then the futility washed over her and she said to no one but everyone:
“Tonight I wasn’t going to refuse him anything.”
The despair washed away immediately.
“You vermin,” she shouted, “What is the meaning of this? I’ll see you thrown out for this.”
She strode toward the door and a few things happened quickly disorienting her:
She was grabbed from behind by the hair. Two separate hands grabbed the lapels of her silk shirt, breaking the black belt loose, and ripping the shirt off of her altogether, exposing her lacy green bra, and Chris Demming, in front of her punched her in the stomach. She folded to the floor.
“Now you listen to me, bitch,” Chirs said, “You have a little bit to learn here. But let me introduce us to you. We call ourselves the White Knights. We turn out bitches like you and make them work for us. But lately we’ve wanted to branch out to the administration with our little efforts at providing certain kinds of entertainment for friends. And that little stunt with the suspension over our prank, made you a natural.”
“I am no fucking natural,” she spit at them, “And you weasels are not going to turn me out tonight or any time soon.
Right then Vanessa learned something. Each of them by then had a belt in their hand and they started to beat her with the belts. The room was interior and made of cinder block that was filled with concrete, and very sound absorbing.
The beating went on for an improbable five minutes. The blows landed everywhere, with Vanessa cringing on the floor, her arms covered her breasts.
“Okay, you cunt,” Chris continued then, “The first thing is that by the time that we’re through with you tonight you will be our sex slave, because we will turn you out. We’re good at it. It’s what we do. Every effort where you block us in any way will bring on another beating, only as the evening goes on, the beatings will be more severe. And every time you cooperate in any way, you will be taking a step toward sexual slavery for us.” He grinned at her, when he finished.
“And another thing, Ms. J,” he said it with contempt, “Every single time that you try to protect a certain part of your body from us, we’re going to beat you there especially next."
Two of them hauled her from the floor, and held her in their grips. She just stared at him, as she stood between the grips of two of the guys. She decided that she would at least inflict some damage, and that as soon as he was near, she give him a kick or a knee.
“You know, Vanessa,” he said, “One of the reasons that we’re so good at this is because I’m good at anticipating what you’ll do. Like right now; you’re probably waiting for me to get close enough for you to knee me or kick me. Right?”
She just stared at him but was chilled by the fact that he did in fact know what she was about to try on him.
He moved quickly then; quicker than she could anticipate and punched her in the stomach again. They simply let her collapse to the floor, where she lay panting for breath.
“Now, where were we?” he said brightly, “Oh, yes, the principle that we’ll beat you especially wherever you protect yourself or hide yourself with your hands. That means that we have to pay a little attention to your tits here, right, blackie?”
He sneered the last at her. Then continued:
“Oh, this entire process is going to be fun; having you in our stable is going to be fun!”
“I will not be in your ‘stable’ as you put it.”
The blows descended on her again. From every possible angle they came. She rolled into a kind of ball and let them beat her. It was all that she could do. The pain was increasing, and she was now beginning, despite her dislike of doing so, to cry out. This made the guys cheer.
They picked her up again. She was limper now than before. Chris continued to talk to her:
“You know who John London abandoned you for to us tonight?”
She stared at him, and said nothing.
“Speak, when you’re spoken to, slut!” he said slapping her face twice. It shot her head back and forth, and made her see stars.
“Who?” she said quickly and carefully then.
“Barbara Getty, from Physics.” he said with a smile.
She was incredulous. “But she’s a . . .she’s fat!”
“No,” he said conversationally, “She is, naked, in fact quite what the Germans would call ‘zaftig’. And she sports a ‘White Knights” tatoo on her left tit. And, of course, what John London was interested in, she will do anything sexually with anyone that we tell her to. If he tells her to get naked with the bulls in the pasture, she’ll do that. Old John gets a good time tonight, and remember, I’ve promised him you, when you’ve come out.”
She just stared at that one, and she bit her tongue.
“You’re learning, Ms. Administrator but we’re forgetting those lovely tits. Here just allow me to let those pretty puppies free.”
He reached over and grasped the front clasp of her bra. She reacted as he reached toward her.
“Now don’t be getting so paranoid; I’m not going to hit you; at least not right now,” he said with a grin.
Her bra was taken away and her tits swung free.
“Look at these, guys; our administrator is built like a brick shit house. Nice tits, Ms. J!” he said, and ran his hands over the surface of her tits.
She winced again. He laughed, and said to Richard Carr, holding her legs from behind:
“Richard, now no looking up her skirt. We’ll get to that magnificent ass soon.”
Carr complained back at him: “You’re no fun!”
But Chris replied to him with a grin: “As a matter of fact I am fun, and here’s how I’ll prove it.”
He took then the tip of the belt that he had in his hand again and lashed at one of her nipples. She stiffened and screamed but the scream was swallowed by the room. He gave her no chance to recover. He continued to assault her nipples one after another for the next five minutes.
Vanessa had tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. She was courageous until now but was beginning to feel that she was not going to win this encounter at all. It frightened her.
“Beginning to catch the fright, Ms. Administrator?” he wanted to know then.
It was the second time that he’d guess what she’d been thinking.
“This is my only warning; I’m not a warning kind of guy,” he said to her, “Answer me or I’ll slap you again, and begin to work on these nipples all over.”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m frightened. I don’t know what you’ll do.”
He laughed, “Or what you’ll do either, I suspect. Now, you see you just cooperated, and every time you cooperate you take one step closer to becoming our sex slave. I want you to say exactly that, whenever I tell you, when you’ve shown some cooperation. Understand me well; I will disfigure you, if you don’t do what I tell you. Then you’ll end up in the bayou with the gators. I suspect you do believe me?”
The look of fright on Vanessa’s face was palpable. She shook her head ‘yes’ but in order not to make him mad, she said “Yes, I do.”
“See you’ve cooperated again. Now, say it twice. Say that you understand that little phrase.”
She knew that there was no option for her at all. She spoke up.
“I know that I’ve cooperated with you once and every time that I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
“And I know that I’ve cooperated with you a second time and that every time I cooperate I take a step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
She whimpered and added: “But I won’t! I won’t!”
The beating this time was concentrated on her naked back and chest. Someone yelled at her to put her arms up in the air and she tried to do that and not protect herself. She failed and the beating just went on.
Vanessa was in terrible pain, excruciating pain. The continuous beating of her tits with their belts was excruciating for her. She was beyond pain. Tears in her eyes and on her cheeks and still they beat her tits.
“Let me tell you,” Chris said, stopping the beating, “Who else is in our little stable of whores. Old Barbara you know; then there’s Wanda Wilting from Music; Adrienne Bonnie, from History, Lily Meyer from Math, Susan Armitage from Education, Sylvia LaBrunna from English, and Millie Welty from PE.”
She was shocked, especially by the last two. Syliva was her good friend and she had a mutual dislike with Millie Welty.
“Every one?” she asked incredulously
“Every single one went through the same process as you are going through now. Every single one will do whatever we tell them to do with whomever.”
He continued his uncanny reading of her mind and intentions, saying:
“Your shocked, aren’t you, Ms. J?”
“Yes,” she said simply.
“See how easy it is to cooperate, Vanessa? Now say your little piece for us.”
She went ahead with it: “I just cooperated, and I realize that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to being your sex slave.”
Then she bit her tongue to keep from getting into more trouble. “If only they’d relax a little,” she thought, “I could go through that side door and look for a way out.”
She wasn’t winning here and that was the only possible way out.
He gave her more incentive right away, when he said: “But I noticed in our recent little beating that you were covering your tits again.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she just groaned.
She felt them relax a little as they laughed at her groan. She broke from their grasp and headed, scuttling on her high heels, for the door on the side. She made it through the door, with them in pursuit. There was no lock on the door, she discovered, and the door only led to another inner room with no doors or windows at all.
They were in the doorway, grinning at her. She hung her head and cried.
They advanced on her then, Chris saying as they went: “Beating time, Vanessa! Then those tits need more attention.”
She felt the despair sweep over her. She gave in, if only for a moment or so. She shook her head ‘yes’, and then said, without being told:
“I know that I just cooperated and that every time that I cooperate I come one step closer to being your sex slave.”
But this was the first time that she felt that what she said might be true; they were pushing her in that direction.
They got to her and the belts were flying. They seemed to enjoy it immensely. She was once again hit from every possible direction. She kept her hands in the air this time without actually being told. One belt wrapped itself around her face for a second time. The pain was getting to be too much.
She looked up at Chirs who simply nodded his head.
She spoke her piece to them: “I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
“And how did you cooperate, Ms. J?” he wanted to know politely.
“I kept my hands in the air, while you were beating me, without being told to do it.”
“Tits again, Ms. J?” he continued conversationally. She looked at him and with tears on her face shook her head ‘yes’.
Without hesitation, she continued: “I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
“Good girl,” he said, “You’re learning, and we’re making progress here.”
She hoped not but the despair was too much to fight so continuously. She actually wondered then if they could in fact do by sheer terror what they could accomplish no other way. She was afraid that they might.
“Beginning to have doubts now, Vanessa?” he asked sweetly “but don’t bother to answer; we have business.”
Then they grabbed her and he beat her nipples again. It went on for five more minutes and at the end of the beating, her swollen nipples were plum sized. Vanessa felt a buzz from her cruelly beaten nipples. That thought she simply cut off; this would not be about her being turned on by this terrible treatment; it simply would not. She was determined about it but the buzz from her nipples was there and only increased.
Chris picked up his conversational tone with her again, and said:
“You know, Vanessa, each one of our girls has at least one characteristic to make her stand out. For instance, Betty has he “White Knights” tattoo , and your pal Sylvia has tattooed just under her left tit, which is big, by the way---did you know that?”
She shook her head ‘no’ before she realized it, and launched right into her piece:
“I know that I just cooperated with you and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
“Well,” he continued, “she has the words there ‘I’m Syliva and I’m a cock sucker for the White Knights’.”
He smiled at her and asked quietly: “Does it kind of make you wonder what kind of sign we’ll make you wear?”
She was shocked by the very thought, and dismayed that it added to the buzz in her nipples.
She shouted at herself: “YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE TURNED ON BY THIS, YOU BITCH!”
Chris Demming laughed: “Kind of like that thought, Vanessa, do we?”
She would be in control; she shook her head ‘no’. They began to beat her immediately. They left her at the end of this beating just a kind of puddle in the floor. She took little effort to even protect herself from the belts that were beating her that time.
She had a thought and spoke up, once she could think straight:
“Okay, I’ll do anything sexual with you that you want! Anything! Anything at all! Just please don’t beat me any more! But it’s only for tonight!”
Then they beat her again.
Afterward she lay there in the pain, still with the buzz. She didn’t know what to think or do. There only seemed to be the beatings. She could hardly believe that she’d offered sex but she did.
“Kind of scared that you’ve opened a door here?” Chris Demming wanted to know. “I mean we already know that you dressed in your whore’s underwear for good old John, with whom you decided to do everything tonight; and now there’s this tiny glimpse that if you act the right way all this will stop? Unsettling?”
She shook her head ‘yes.”
Chris slapped her face. She immediately said “yes” to him. And she added as quickly:“I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
They left her for a moment or so; she was sitting by the wall. They went to a bag that was just inside the doorway.
They took something out but Vanessa wasn’t watching. She was busy fighting being turned on by this ridiculous situation.
Chris Demming smiled at her: “Things are going to change now. The pain is going to get worse, for one thing. You’re not going to like this.”
As he spoke, he swished a leather riding crop through the air. Each one had one.
“You see, Ms. Administrator, we want to raise some welts now. These will do the trick.”
Vanessa forgot about her struggle immediately. She simply let the feeling of buzzing alone to grow or go away on its own. She was really, really frightened by the presence of these new types of whips.
They came half way across the room to where she was softly weeping. Vanessa was bare chested but still wore her heels, her black pleated skirt, her stockings and her green panties. She didn’t even bother, especially didn’t bother to cover anything up.
“Now, Vanessa,” Chris said to her from above her. I’m going to ask you an extremely, extremely important question here. Listen carefully and think before you respond.”
“Yes, I will,” she said, and added solemnly: “I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
Chapter 2
Chris smiled and continued. He knew that their crisis point with her was pretty much at hand. He also knew how to handle it. He said:
“We want you to get up and take your skirt off.”
She looked at them; she hadn’t been expecting this. She struggled for a moment; her mind groping through the hurt, and the sexual buzz, that refused to go away. She also wondered idly if it was getting as sexual for them as it was for her. She shook herself mentally, and got up. Slowly, from the hurting, she released the side button of her skirt and unzipped it. She let it fall to the floor, and took it off, and stood there.
“My, my, my, my, what a package,” Chris said, the others agreed.
Then without think at all, her modesty taking over, she covered her pussy, which had been in plain view, with her hands.
“What a disappointment!” Chris said vehemently.
She reacted immediately: she was on her knees pleading:
“I didn’t mean that; I didn’t really mean to do that at all. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t.”
They came closer. It was going to happen.
The situation had been changing for a bit for Vanessa. She knew that, even if she only had time to deal with it in a fleeting fashion, due to the incessant bombardment of the beatings.
Those beatings seemed to become her whole world. She realized at one point that they were so effective that she gladly, willingly offered herself for the night.
“After all,’ her thinking had been, “I’m horny, and they are . . .but what was the word. She didn’t want to use ‘masterful’ because it was so corny. But they certainly were in charge.”
So, she’d offered herself, and they hadn’t taken the answer. They had even, though she was in their power, not made her take the rest of her clothes off. This also had been a powerful fact that pulled at her.
These impressions were fleeting and led to insecurity. But they were present and Vanessa didn’t ignore them. And to think that they did, indeed, want more than just the use of her for the night was just frightening. It was just frightening. And in that tiny corner of her mind reserved for her ‘dirty bitch nessa’ it was becoming a turn on.
The beating added the buzz, and the temptation to give in for the night. The push of their obvious intentions, and their control seemed to get her to the point where they were going to ‘roll’ her, or ‘turn her out’, as they said.
She had shouted at herself but it didn’t seem to do much good. In her own lifetime Vanessa had experiences with ‘nessa the dirty bitch’. She was attracted by doing disgusting things that people demanded of her. The personality seemed, at such times, to explode outward and simply take her over. The damn bitch loved to have cum on her, to actually be pissed on and beatings turned her into a kind of slavering animal. This much Vanessa knew. And Vanessa was afraid that they were moving in that direction. From this point of view, the offer of herself for the night was really calling up a kind of personal salvation.
“Fucking four white boys to keep myself in check is an okay bargain, even a good bargain for me.” was her thought.
She came out of the reverie and there they were; she knew that she'd covered her pussy and was in despair. She had tried to plead with them.They listened but it didn’t seem to make a difference. They walked toward her. Chris had his whip ready. He stared her down. There were tears on her cheeks. She was just so afraid of what would happen, including being afraid that she’d all out love it, and lose the game totally.
“You know what you did; you know the rules; you know the payment,” he intoned. “Take your panties off.”
She shook her head ‘yes’ frantically, hoping that it might just appease them, but really knowing from all of this that had gone on before that it wouldn’t.
“Yes, yes, I will . . .” then she added, “Yes, sir, I just will.”
She took her panties off, and dropped them on the floor.
Immediately the mantra came to life again, and she said: “I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
He was grinning at her fiercely; they all were.
“Yes, sir,” he mocked. He turned toward the others and said: “It sounds like our Ms. Administrator is coming around.”
They all laughed and agreed.
“On the floor,” he ordered.
She lay down on the floor with another outburst of ‘yes, sirs’, and her mantra: “I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
It all just kept pushing the situation, pushing the situation and she couldn’t seem to be able to stop its motion.
She was having thoughts now that ‘maybe being someone’s sex slave for a time period would be, could be a really, really exciting thing.’
She tried to pull herself up short, after that frightening, suddenly delicious, serious thought but couldn’t quite make it go away.
Chris waved to the others: “No need to hold her down; Vanessa, the bitch, isn’t going anywhere now; not anywhere that we don’t approve, at least.”
Her chin was wrinkling with her crying, and she said: “No, sir, Mr. Demming she just is not, this bitch just is not.”
They mocked her about that also. She was getting so much in hand; this was always the fun part.
She was on the floor; she wore only her green thigh highs and heels. She spread her legs wide for access, and she put her arms above her head. She felt that surrender here, now was her only salvation.
Chris’ hand reached between her legs. “Ohhhhh, Ms. J is so, so wet between the legs; she must be enjoying herself. Is she?”
She almost shook her head ‘no’ but stopped herself at the last second and said a quiet: “Yes, sir; she is.”
“And . . .” he prompted her by kicking her in the side of the ass with his shoe.
“I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
“Let’s do this,” he said with finality. “Now tell me, Vanessa, and answer truly; what did you do immediately after you took your skirt off?”
Through her tears but with her pussy streaming, and her beaten nipples as stiff as dark plumbs, she said: “I covered my pussy, sir.”
“And . . .? He said with another kick to the side of her ass.
“I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
“And what do we always do for such an action down here?”
“We always punish the part hidden by beating it directly.”
“Right in one!” he said and then Bellowed, positively bellowed: “And . . “
He emphasized it this time by hitting the side of her thigh with his swagger stick. She squealed and immediately came up with:
“I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
Then the world turned all red, all bright colors; it was all pain; it was all the strange wailing of some kind of wounded animal nearby. Vanessa was there in the middle but absolutely lost in it. The blow from the swagger stick on her bare pussy had caused all the glowing, all the lights, all the pain, all the mental smoke, all the strange wailing that came from her mouth.
She lay panting after that first blow and couldn’t even think if there was something for her to do, so she mumbled to them:
“I know that I just cooperated and that every time I cooperate I take one step closer to becoming your sex slave.”
And then she added a mournful: “And I am; and I am; and I am; and I am!”
Then he hit her again! The explosion happened again. Only this time there was not time for thinking in between blows. Now they rained down on her pussy with no stopping.
She gave herself over to the animal inside, and she bellowed. Someone had produced her panties and stuffed them into her mouth to calm the sound.
The other guys, watching with intent, as Chris did the work, commented:
“She sounds like a fucking sheep or a pig with that unearthly wailing. She has a future.” They were giggling about it.
To get into the act, they began to use their own swagger sticks on her sides, her exposed ass, and her tits.
Vanessa was in a world all her own! She was there with all the commotion, and the colors and the pain. She found it all joining together somehow; it was all becoming one: the pain being inflicted, her throbbing, wet pussy, her stiff, sore, beaten nipples, and she herself.
The tiny head voice inside her spoke to her: “It’s good for you, child; you just give in an enjoy these nasty white boys; you just do. You were planning to whore yourself for that London tonight, and these strong boys are showing you a way to whore yourself that includes this large wave of pain and sex. You just do this now.”
Her responding thought was a clear: “Yes, nessa, I guess that I need to.” But it was suddenly cut off. She simply gave into the overwhelming heat of the beating and she came; her orgasm was thunderous. She wailed into it and writhed on the floor.
The four of them watched with smiles on their faces, knowing that their stable had just increased by one.
When she was finished cumming, Chris was smiling at her. She moved herself with what seemed like great energy and landed at his feet. She actually was allowing herself to kiss his shoes.
She was crying, she was running her lips over his shoes, and she was babbling to him at the same time:
“Nessa hasn’t ever had that kind of feeling, Mr. Demming; just never.”
Then she wailed and wailed wailed: “I’m so sorry!” as she pissed herself.
The boys laughed. But Chris cut them off quickly: “No, nessa will clean it up, won’t you, nessa?”
He’d caught the name that she’d used for herself immediately.
“Yes, sir, nessa will clean up her own mess,” she assured him.
He turned to the others and said quietly: “We’ll use the mop handle.”
They approved the idea. He turned back to the kneeling assistant dean, now naked except for her thigh highs and heel.
“Now, nessa,” he was treating her with gentleness but firmness at this point. She seemed to be totally gone somehow. The orgasm experience had been a fairly mind blowing one for her.
“Now, nessa,” he went on, “You just crawl over here to the corner of the room.”
“Crawl? Sir?” she asked. It was almost as if she were feeble minded. She was certainly in their control now. Their tactics had accomplished at least that much.
“Crawl,” he assured her, “After all you’re a slave here and slaves don’t walk with their masters, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” she said. She certainly might regret lapsing into he alter ego persona later but at least for now it was comfortable for her.
She went with the four of them. They walked across the room and she crawled.
“Have you been told lately what a magnificent ass you have, nessa?”
“No, sir, I surely haven’t, and I thank you for saying so.”
“Stop a moment,” he said.
She did as she was told. He tapped her on the upturned ass with his whip. She almost by instinct put her head on the floor and raised her naked ass into the air.
They guys chuckled. They got to the corner where their bag was located. Standing in the corner of the room was a regular mop handle. It was painted black and a new one.
They were quite a sight, as they stood there. She was a proud, well educated, black woman, an assistant dean. They were a group of rich boys, who were also trouble makers. They were casually dressed but totally dressed. She was almost totally naked among them. Her shapely ass, and still heaving tits, with their large, beaten nipples were on display for them. She seemed at ease with that too.
“Now, nessa,” Chris Demming began, “I want to talk to you to make sure that you are aware of what’s going on here.”
“Yes, sir,” she said; then thinking, she asked with concern in her voice: “Should I say the phrase, the mantra like phrase?”
“I don’t think that we need that now,” he said. “But what is it?”
“I have just cooperated with you and I realize that every time I cooperate with you I take one step toward being your sexual slave.”
“Right,” he answered her, “And what has happened here has changed you?”
“Yes, sir;” she answered slowly, “My name is nessa, and I like to do what I’m told.”
She had indeed turned into the wild, eager thing; the tiny head voice was present.
“And just what is it that occurred here?” he wanted to know.
“Oh, here you gave me my sexual self back, sir,” she smiled.
“And what will you do with it?” he asked.
“Whatever you tell me to; I want to be the slave of the White Knights.”
“Well, nessa, you see, it’s not that we don’t believe you but tonight we’re going to put you to a series of tests that will test the truth of what you’re saying. You don’t mind, do you?”
They would have, normally should have been shocked, had it not been for the fact that they’d seen this method that they devised for ‘turning women out’ work so well in the past. Through their S & M tactics, they essentially reduced the woman in question to her basic animal, sexual self. The woman in return, rewarded them with an amazing kind of allegiance. It was strange but it was happening and working for them.
“Well,” Chris went on, “The first thing that we want nessa to do is to clean up the mess that she made over there.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“And what kind of mess is that, nessa?” he asked patiently.
“Nessa, pissed herself, sir; she’s really sorry.”
They all grinned at the way this was turning out for them.
“We’ll help you, kind of guide you.” he said then.
“Thank you, sir,” she said humbly.
They made nessa bend over with her head on the floor. Then the mop handle, greased for the purpose, was carefully shoved into nessa’s asshole. She squeaked, when they did that.
She turned to look at them and laughed at the sight of the broom handle coming from between her ass cheeks.
“You like that, don’t you?” another one of them asked.
“Yes, sir, I do; it feels nice, the pressure.”
They pushed on the broom handle, sticking out of her asshole, and moved her to the right or left by manipulating it. They led her to the wet floor, where there was still a puddle.
Alex had taken a camera out of the bag, and was now taking a movie of the assistant dean, almost naked, with a broom handle pushed up into her asshole, being led across the floor to lick up the puddle.
“Lick it up,” Chris said.
She looked up briefly, as though she didn’t understand. It was almost as if she were reverting to her natural character. But a sharp slap from his whip on her naked ass set her to her task quickly.
She ‘yipped’, when she was hit on the ass, and then, lowering her head, she licked up the piss puddle from the floor. She slurped at it loudly and stuck her mouth and lips down into the yellowish puddle. Alex filmed it all. She sat back and looked at the puddle for a moment, and then she leaned down and sucked up the last of it.
The embarrassment of it was becoming apparent to her. But she simply and waited to be told what was next.
“Now watch, nessa,” Chris said, as the broom handle was removed from her asshole.
The four of them went to the door leading out of the room. They each began to strip. They were soon naked, with nice sized erect cocks standing out in front of them.
“Ohhhhhhhhh goddddd,” she wailed. “I was looking forward to only John London tonight and look what I get! Look! I get four.”
She was almost mesmerized, as they strolled toward her.
“Listen to me, woman,” he said. It brought her up short.
“You don’t touch these with your hands or your mouth tonight, and you don’t get to be fucked by them.”
There was a painful look on her face, when he said that.
“No, there are other things that we want to do, and places we want to take you. Tomorrow, you will get these pricks all day long.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, “I’d like that.” She made no comment on his words about other places.
“For now, just kneel there, and look up at us.”
The four of them began, as they stood around her, to jerk off with their cocks aimed at her face. She never looked away for a moment.
“Put your hands behind your head,” he ordered her. She hastened to do that.
She interlaced her fingers as though she were their prisoner, and watched as they began to cum. They sprayed her face; came in her eyes, now closed, came on her chin; came on her tits; came in her hair. Vanessa was covered with it.
Alex Wayworth went to the bag by the door and took nessa’s picture covered with their cum.
“Wipe it off and eat every bit of it.”
She did as she was told; wiping all the parts of her face. Her body was shiny with the film left behind by the cum. But she ate all of it.
“Now,” Chirs’ voice broke in again, “Get yourself ready; we want to do another thing here.”
They still stood there. When she heard him say to ‘get ready’ she put her hands behind her head again, interlacing her fingers and looked at them.
“Open your mouth!” he ordered, and nessa did as she was told.
Chris first, but then each of them in turn began to piss in the assistant dean’s mouth. Nessa gagged but swallowed as much of the piss as she could, although some of it ran down onto her tits and down her belly to her pussy hair.
When they were finished, he said “Stay there.” and they walked off to get dressed again.
When they were dressed, they came back to her. He knelt down in front of her and said:“What do you think, Ms. J? What do you think? Here you are covered with the cum and piss of four of the students.”
“I don’t know what to think,” she said simply. “I do what I’m told.”
“Yes, you do,” he said, “You certainly do that. But do you know what you are now? Do you?”
She hesitated, and he slapped her face. It brought her up to the point again quickly:
“Yes, I’m the sex slave of the White Knights!”
“And since you’re our sex slave, what will you do?”
“Anything you tell me,” she answered; there were tears in her eyes but she seemed to know what she was saying.
“With whom?” he asked then.
“With anyone you tell me to!”
“Good girl!” he said stroking her face, although she winced as his hand came into contact with her face.
“We have one more small thing to do down here and we can all go. Come with us.
One of the guys had gone into the next room and brought a wooden chair from it. They told her to sit in the chair, and when she had, they tied her legs to the legs of the chair and her hands behind her back.
She simply stared at them then. She was anxious but determined to make sure that they were pleased with her.
“I want you to repeat after me,” Chris told her:
“I have cooperated in all these things with you and so, I am now your sex slave.”
She didn’t hesitate this time at all: “I have cooperated in all these things with you and so, I am now your sex slave.”
“And to show that I mean it,” he went on.
“And to show that I mean it,” she repeated.
“I want you to hurt me.”
She looked at him wide eyed. Then she started to cry.
“I’ve cooperated,” she cried miserably, “Please don’t hurt me more. Please . . .”
But her words were cut off by another rain of the crops; she was tied to the chair and couldn’t do anything but take it. They came at her from all sides, slashing at her tits, nipples, and thighs, raising new angry welts everywhere. The beating was one of the most furious of a terrible, terrible night.
She screamed out at the top of her voice to be able to be heard over the fury of the sound of the crops hitting her flesh:
“I have cooperated in all these things with you and so, I am now your sex slave, and I want you to hurt me now.” The last phrase was shouted out by Vanessa with all the strength she could manage.
The beating stopped. She sighed and said: “Yes, yes, yes, hurt me now, just hurt me now. “ And then barely audible due to her bitter weeping, she finished: “It’s what pigs like me deserve; hurt me now.”
“Better,” Chris said, “More sensible. Say it one more time now to be sure.”
She hesitated for only a fraction of a moment but his had came up to slap her, and she winced but she went on quickly:
“I want you to hurt me.”
They all smiled. They got the black bag. From the bag they extracted cigarettes, and a lighter.
Chris lit the lighter and each of the others had a cigarette.
“What do you think we’re going to do?” he wanted to know.
The assistant dean was now still crying. “I don’t know!” she wailed.
“Do you think that we smoke?” he wanted to know.
“I don’t know,” she wailed again.
“We don’t; so what do you think these cigarettes are for?”
“To use on me?” she asked in a small quavering voice.
“Precisely,” he said, and continued: “Now open your pissy, black mouth for your panties and we’ll get on with the party.”
She opened up for them and let them insert the panties into her mouth again. As soon as she’d done that, Benton touched her right tit with his cigarette. She straightened up, and squealed into the panties, which were gagging her mouth.
“Lovely sound,” someone said, and then a cigarette was touched to her other tit.
They all joined in then for a short time. They put burns on her ass, her thighs, her, and her tits. She was a welter of tears and hoarse from her screams. But the screams had brought back all the passion for her. Because, when Chris touched her pussy with his hand, she came immediately with great shaking, goose bumps, and quivering.
She panted, and simply stared at them, as the knelt by her. Chris flicked the lighter then and showed her the lighter. Her eyes became huge and round, and she ranted into the panties in her mouth. He just grinned.
“You know, cunt,” he said softly, “Part of this is for causing us trouble. You do understand that, don’t you?”
She shook her head ‘yes’ in compliance.
“You probably agree that we owe you this too, don’t you?” he continued.
Again, she shook her head ‘yes’, absolutely fearing to say no in any way.
“You probably think that a nigger cunt like you needs to be hurt don’t you?” He wanted to know then, a calculated cruelty in his use of the word.
She shook her head ‘yes’ immediately.
“Take the panties out of her mouth,” he said, “Let her say it.”
The panties were removed and she didn’t hesitate, since the flame was still there in his hand:
“Yes, sir,” she said with conviction, “This nigger cunt needs to be hurt; she knows that.”
“By your betters!” a voice said.
“By her betters!” she agreed, “Yes, sir.”
“And what happens tomorrow or the day after, when I come into your office and tell you to take your fucking clothes off, that nigger cunts need to be naked?” he wanted to know then.
“Then this nigger cunt takes her clothes off there in her office, like she should.” She said with conviction again.
He grinned at her then and started to use the flame; he ran the flame up along the inside of one thigh.
Her reaction was the same: she screamed, and jumped constantly, with the panties back in her mouth now.
He ran it over her pussy lips, and down the other inner thigh. He stopped again.
Looking into her pleading eyes, he asked her softly: “Nipples?”
Vanessa was absolutely afraid to say ‘no’ to anything at all. She started to cry again but shook her head ‘yes’.
“What a gal!” one of them said.
“Won’t turn her out, she told us,” another commented.
Vanessa only screamed as the flame came into contact with first her right nipple and then her left.
Nessa was frantic with the pain of it now. It was only then that they stopped.
“Okay, guys, we’ve got her now,” he said, “Let’s pack up this stuff and get going with her. We’ll take her to McAuley’s and wash her off first.
They packed their bag, put the chair back and put her clothes into the bag. They took the thigh highs off of her to preserve them and led her out of the back way of the building.
There was a car parked there. She walked with them still naked. They took her to the trunk, and after putting their bag into the trunk, forced her naked into the trunk also, shutting the lid.
“Get in,” Chris had said.
“Here?” she answered in a small but meek voice.
“Here,” he said with finality.
She crawled into the trunk, and looking up at Chris Demming said softly:
"Sir, nessa is scared."
He smiled at the transformation in the assistant dean; "It worked again," he said to himself, and allowed himself to stroke her cheek to comfort her before closing the trunk lid.
Then they went with her to the outskirts of town. There was an old building there but it did have a hose. She was stood around the side of the building, her arms stretched into the air, the panties no longer in her mouth, and the hose was turned on, cold water, and she was washed off.
She jumped around a great deal and tried not to scream, as they did it. They loved the effect that the extremely cold water had on her. Then they let the cool night air dry her. Alex got a pair of plain, white, nylon panties out of the bag in the trunk and they told her to put them on.
She did as she was told and then got into the trunk again. They piled into the car and drove off.
They didn’t drive for very long, but even by then nessa was nervous about what this latest part of their ‘indoctrination’ would be like. She played, in the dark trunk, with visions in her own mind of what the evening had been like. It continued to turn her on and be a source of almost sexual joy. She just never would, she was sure, get over the explosiveness of the orgasm bought on by them whipping her pussy directly. That still defied her understanding. But here she was baggage in the trunk of a car, wearing only panties, going she wasn’t sure where, and yet she was content because they knew.
After a bit, they stopped the car, piled out and opened the trunk. They hauled nessa out of the trunk. She stood blinking around. There were are a kind of rural ranch-like home. There were pens to the left that seemed to have barking dogs in them. ‘Her boys’ had been met by three other men. They were talking.
She stood with her eyes gazing downward. She certainly didn’t want these strangers to think that she didn’t know how to act. She didn’t want to bring discredit on ‘her masters.’
This was what was going through nessa’s mind, when the three men stepped nearer.
“Well, look at what we have here!” one of them said.
“A healthy black girl with really nice tits and ass; you boys have taste. How in hell do you accomplish this steady stream of lovely women, who agree to serve you?”
Chris Demming laughed: “We have developed good methods, Tony; but let me introduce you.”
Looking at nessa he said: “These are the Hernandez brothers, Tony, Mannie and Pedro.”
Then turning to the brothers, he said: “This is assistant dean Vanessa J.; she is better known as ‘nessa’, and she’s our newest sex slave; aren’t you, nessa?”
Nessa came out of her reverie and answered quickly, so as not to shame the boys:
“Yes, I am; nice to meet you, sirs.”
“Shit,” one of the brothers said. “An assistant dean; you fuckin’ guys are amazing.”
“Thank you,” Chris said, then he handed them an envelope. “Here is the payment.”
The brother thanked him for that.
Chris then turned to nessa, who was watching this; he laughed:
“What do you think, nessa? Would you have thought even yesterday that you be out here, way out in the country, with seven young men, all who are dressed, and you almost totally naked?”
“No, sir, nessa would never have imagined that.” she said quietly.
“And what do you think about it?” he persisted.
Nessa gulped; she was getting emotional:
“I think . . .uh . . .that it’s exciting.”
“I thought so,” was Chris’ response laughing; he was joined in the laugh by the others.
The laughter also sent shiver up and down nessa’s spine.
“Well, let me explain, nessa,” Chris continued. “The Hernandez brothers complete the training that we require, so you will be with them for the night.”
“The night?” nessa asked in a tiny voice.
“Problem?” Chris asked, staring at her with hard eyes.
She didn’t hesitate; she sunk to a knee and kissed the back of Chris’ hand, saying quickly: “Oh, no, no, no, sir; no problem for this nessa. She was only asking.”
“Fine,” he concluded, leaving her on her knees there. “You will do whatever they tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, I surely do; I won’t disgrace you at all; I promise.”
“Well, we’re going to watch just a little bit, and we’ll see that you don’t disgrace us.”
“Oh, thank you, sir,” she crooned. She was now completely lost into this fantasy of her own lust. The fight was long over for her. She was simply trying to grasp the reality of it now. The present reality of it. Nessa had taken over for the completely shell shocked, and totally beaten Vanesssa totally. The latter certainly wouldn't have approved but the former was now surely in charge.
Chris turned to the brothers and said: “She’s all yours.”
One of them stepped forward and took nessa by the hand. She looked at him shyly and stood, as he pulled her up.
“Okay,” he said, “Let’s look you over; turn into the light, so that we can see you.”
The outside of the buildings were lighted. She stood into the light to be on display for them.The three men moved up to her and surrounded her. The four boys watched. They first of all took a flashlight to inspect her. They looked into her ears. They had her open her mouth and looked into her mouth.
One of them made a comment about how nice and wide her mouth was. He took his fingers and pulled her cheeks aside to open her mouth really wide. She grunted at the treatment. Then he formed three of his fingers into a king of knot and forced them into her mouth and toward her throat. She took the fingers, even though it made spit run down her chin. He wiped her chin then with his handkerchief.
“Nice wide mouth,” he said, “Do you like sucking cock, nessa?”
“Yes, sir, this nessa she does,” she replied fairly brightly.
“Into the throat?”
“Not sure about that,” was her next reply.
He turned to Chris and the guys, who were standing and watching. He asked, in a business like fashion:
“Do you want us to work on that tonight?”
“Yes, we do, thanks,” Chris answered, “It’s such an important skill, and her mouth is so deliciously big to begin with. She should be really good at it.”
Nessa smiled that they were complimenting her so. She actually found it exciting to be naked among all these gorgeous men. The fleeting thought in her mind was that she hoped that soon someone would fuck her. She knew that she’d like that.
Chris Demming had been observing; he was that way.
“What are you thinking, pretty one?”
Nessa blushed but told him: ‘Well, sir, this nessa is kind of hoping that she’ll be fucked soon. Pardon my language, sir.”
Chris laughed, as did the others. It caused her to grin too, not even knowing what they were grinning about.
He said to her, in a kind of explanation: “Tony, Mannie and Pedro will certainly see to that, sweet one.”
“Thank you, sir; I’ve been scared but you do take care of nessa so well.”
“That’s something that you will find,” Chris said back to her, stroking her cheek with his hand, “We do take care of you; all the women will attest to that.”
Tony Hernandez stepped in then. He said: “Okay, just a little more here, and we’re ready to get going.”
He turned to nessa and said: “Now take your panties down, girl,” referring to the white, nylon bikinis that she'd been outfitted with.
“Girl!” she thought to herself. “Girl! It was inappropriate; it was insulting; it was probably one of the most wonderful things she’d heard. My god, he called me girl! Woooo! This is really the deep shit.”
Tony grabbed the musing black woman by the chin, he shook her face a little:
“Focus, girl, focus.”
“Sorry, sir, mind was wandering.”
“Well, you’ll want to stay with us now, and for a little while to make sure that you understand everything.”
“Yes, sir, this nessa will pay good attention,” was her conclusion.
“Take your panties down,” I said, he repeated with some exasperation.
She hastened to comply this time. Her white, nylon panties were down around her knees. He moved up to her and positioned her so that the house lights, on the corners of the house, would shine on her exposed ass.
“Good girl,” he said.
Chris and the guys always snickered a bit at the kind of treatment that the women received here. It seemed to fulfill the process of putting them in their place automatically. It had not crossed their minds to use politically incorrect language with her. It simply hadn’t. Yet, from Tony Hernandez it seemed natural. And nessa herself seemed to react to it strongly, in a positive sense.
“Bend over,” Tony said next. His two brothers were also standing by with flash lights, which were now putting nessa’s lovely dark brown ass in a kind of bathing light.
Nessa bent over to push her ass into the lights that were shining. She waited for their next order. Her mind was pulsing with the excitement of this. Her pussy was wet, really wet; she was sure that they could smell her.
“Reach around with your hands and pull apart your ass cheeks next, girl,” was Tony’s next command.
Nessa reached around with her hands, and with a great sigh, noticed by everyone, she pulled apart her ass cheeks, exposing her asshole to the lights.
“Why the sigh, girl?” Tony asked.
“Nessa is sighing, sir, because all you white men are making me so horny, and it’s been a goodly long time, sir.”
Tonly laughed and slapped nessa’s exposed brown ass; it caused a loud crack in the night and also produced a ‘yip’ from the bending woman.
They all laughed at her reaction.
“We’ll soon mend that, nessa,” Tony said, “In ways that will be wondrous”
“Nessa says ‘thank you, sir’ in advance,” was her next simple statement, as she still held her ass cheeks apart.
Tony’s finger now probed her ass hole, causing more grunts and sighs. He inserted one finger and moved it around; then he inserted another, and another, until he had three fingers stuck up her asshole. He pushed them in and out a bit.
“Flexible,” Tony said, “Shall we work a little on that?”
“Please,” Chris said, and Tony and the brothers noted his wish.
“Straighten up, girl,” Tony told nessa, who did right away.
“Here,” Tony said, putting his fingers in front of nessa’s face, “Clean these off; they were in your asshole.”
“Yes, sir,” nessa said, and began to lick his fingers. She ended sucking on the fingers to make them as clean as possible.
“My, my,” Tony said, “She’s hot; let’s get on with this and use some of that heat.”
Chris and the guys nodded and then Tony told nessa to sit on the car hood and hold her legs out at a wide angle, in order to show them her pussy.
She did as she was told, and displayed her hairy pussy. Tony went through the very same kind of examination with his other hand.
In the process, nessa began to groan, grunt and sigh, pushing her hips into the direction from which the hand was coming. She pouted, when she wasn't brought to an orgasm by his hand.
"Soon, nessa," Tony said. "Soon."
They repeated the ritual of her sucking off the hand that had been invading her pussy. She stared at Tony with smokey eyes, as she sucked off his slimy fingers.
When he took his fingers out of her mouth, she said:
“Oh, thank you, sir, that felt good.”
Chapter 3
“Okay, girl,” Tony began then, “Pull up your panties.”
She did, until they were snug around her waist. They were the kind that had lace at the waist and that some people insisted on calling ‘granny’ panties. It was true, however, that nessa looked enchanting even in this style of panty.
Tony continued: “We’re going to show you why we had you put on this specific style of panty. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” nessa said; she was paying good attention.
“You see,” he continued, “This first thing that we always do here is kind of our leveler. It doesn’t matter who you are, when you arrive here. Once you’ve been through this, you’re just one of the women that these guys handle and that we help to train. Are you following me?”
Nessa said that ‘yes’ she was. She was also wondering where it was going. She soon found out.
“You may be, at the university, a dean; you may be a lovely, shapely, gorgeous black woman, but here, with us, and with the way we do things, you’re, like the others, meat and meat that we use. It’s the lesson to learn. Once you realize this, you will obey your masters, and the relationship will be good for you and for them. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” nessa said, and glancing at the four guys, a she said it. Then she said: “Meat.”
They smiled at her. She was so lost in her fantasy world that it hardly mattered what they’d do to her next. This was the world she wanted to be living in but against which she fought tenaciously. This was the world that contradicted her entire outlook. This was the world of the slave, and, heaven forgive her, she loved it.
“Then let’s get on,” Tony said, taking nessa by the arm, and walking her toward a fence. They got to the fence and saw that behind the fence were three large, and eager dogs. They barked and growled. It was obvious that they were fierce.
“Nessa,” Tony went on, “There are only four persons who can go into the pen with those dogs and survive. Are you listening?”
She shook her head ‘yes’ instead of speaking. She was afraid of the dogs. They let it go.
“Good,” Tony said, “But in the future make sure that you talk to me, or I’ll have to do something.”
“Yes, sir,” nessa hurried to say, “I’m just afraid of the dogs.”
“Then listen carefully,” Tony continued, “Only four persons can survive, after going in the pen with the dogs. Me, Mannie or Pedro or a woman who is wearing a pair of panties like those that you are wearing. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” nessa said in a tiny scared voice.
“You’re going to crawl in there on your hands and knees . . .”
Nessa began to cry at that point; it took a few moments before they could get her calmed down.
Finally, she was quiet.
“Now listen,” Tony said, “They won’t hurt you because of what you’re wearing. It’s the way that they’re trained. Once you’re in there, crouch with your head near the ground and your ass in the air, showing your pussy; the biggest one will come to you. You just stay still. He’s trained to take a hold of the panties and make sure that they’re ripped off.”
Nessa, tears on her cheeks, nodded her head, and then, remembering, said: “Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Once he’s got your panties off of you,” Tony continued, “He’ll go behind you and sniff for your pussy. He’s going to lick it until he’s got you ready and then he’ll fuck you!”
“Fuck Me!?” nessa almost shouted.
Chris stepped up but Tony gestured him back with a hand. He put a hand out to slap nessa’s face. But before he could, she apologized to him for her outburst. She thought for a second and then, taking a deep breath, she said to all of them:
“This nessa is scared but she’s the slave here and you just tell her what to do. Just please don’t let those dogs hurt me.”
“We won’t, nessa,” Tony said, “Thanks for being such a good girl.”
Nessa bathed in the compliment, and Tony went on:
“Once the big one has found his target, he’ll mount you and fuck you. You’ll love it. Then one of the others will come to your head. He’ll just sit there. When’ he’s there, you reach out and softly touch his cock with your hand. The red head will spring up. When it does, you just suck his cock, girl. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, nessa understands.”
“When the big one is finished with you, he’ll go away and the one you’ve been sucking off will come around to fuck you. Then the third one will come and sit at your head. You do the same, and eventually all three will fuck you. You just do as you’re told and you’ll be fine. All the women have gone through this, and are fine. You will be too.”
“Yes, sir!” nessa replied, tears still on her cheeks.
Tony looked at Chris, and Chris nodded his head. Tony took nessa to the gate by the arm.
“Down on your hands and knees now,” Tony said.
Nessa began to snuffle but got down on her hands and knees, as she was told. Tony pushed the gate open and said to her:
“Now just crawl in there.”
The dogs were stirring around, as nessa entered their compound. She went in a little ways and stopped. She bent her head almost to the ground, as she’d been instructed, and waited.
It began quickly and all happened fairly fast after that. The guys watched from the gate. This was a spectacle that they never tired of. Here they’d be, ladies from the math department, the science department, phys ed department, english department, and now actually from administration, and every single one of them went through the gate on her hands and knees, and bent her head waiting to be fucked by a dog.
The largest dog bounded with a bark and a growl toward nessa. She was shaking but determined to stay still, as she’d been told. There were grins on the faces of the guys as the dog moved in and took the waist band of the panties in his teeth. He began to ‘worry’ the fabric with his teeth back and forth.
Nessa was surprised by the ferocity of his assault. She felt his muzzle on her ass and felt it, when he had the fabric of her panties between his teeth. He backed away and moved her even an inch or two. The fabric gave way, as he continued to snarl, and pull, and shake his head with the fabric in his teeth. The panties split down a seam running down the seat of the panties. He pulled until the panties were torn and tattered down the back. Then nessa felt his teeth grab hold of one of the leg bands of the white nylon panties. He did the very same to the leg band and finally the panties were out of the way, just flopping on one leg, with one leg band still attached.
Nessa waited, the guys stared silently, as the dog moved around to be behind nessa. She felt his cold nose first as it ran up her thigh to find her pussy. He stuck his nose in her pussy and took a deep breath. Nessa let out an exhalation of breath at the sensation.
When she first crawled into the dog pen, she was simply terrified. But soon she just waited. And she found herself kind of tumbling into a void of feeling and allowing things to happen to her. It had been her direction, since they first grabbed her and took off her blouse in that room. It had been her direction all night. It was her direction now. And that direction meant that she'd do things, allow things to be done to her that she would certainly regret but which she also did and allowed, once her alter-ego, nessa, took over.
She was frightened and excited as she was buffeted by the dog who was ripping her panties off with his teeth. Simply the phrase excited her: ‘ripping her panties off’. She loved it. She stayed in position. She knew that the panties were now torn and tattered but she still wasn’t ready for the tongue.
The dog began to lick her pussy lips furiously. Nessa was almost totally overcome. She wiggled her ass cheeks a the dog, who responded by putting a paw on her ass and growling. She settled into it, as the tongue began to take in more and more of her pussy with each lick. She moved her legs out a little to give the dog more room, and then felt the pressure of his mounting. She couldn’t believe how exciting and erotic this was. She was going to be fucked by a dog, who had ripped her panties off and licked her pussy. She was in a kind of erotic heaven that she didn’t even know existed.
Then it was that she felt some pressure at her head. She looked up and was looking directly at the cock of the dog sitting patiently in front of her.
She was lost, she was just gone and knew that she was going to follow this slavery thing for all that it was worth. There was just nothing like this that she could ever even have sought for herself.
She reached out tentatively and her hand took the furry sheath of the dog’s prick. The dog shook and growled a little but then seemed to settle down. Next she reached out her head and licked the red shaft that had emerged from the furry sheath. The dog shook again.
Then she simply took the dog’s cock in her mouth and sucked on it. He laid a paw on her head.
The guys were absorbed in the situation. Nessa, the administrator, was now being fucked by one dog and sucking the other one off. It was a scene beyond the possible. They were also filming her little session with the dogs.
Nesssa continued to suck up and down on the dog’s cock in front of her until finally, the dog behind her was gone. Then the one in front moved away, and next she felt the cold nose first and then the tongue and then the dog mounting her.
She received this next dog cock in her pussy with a grunt of appreciation. And then she noticed the third dog was standing in front of her. She repeated her action of holding onto the furry shaft of the dog’s cock, and then sucking on the red prick as it came up out of the dog’s furry shaft.
Nessa was in a kind of erotic heaven that she hadn’t even been aware of before. The dog behind fucked her until he too was finished and dismounted. Then the dog was gone from her face, and her mouth was empty. She would have relished another cock to put into her mouth, any cock. But she knew that she’d get more of that tonight.
She felt the dog grinding into her, and pushed back with her own weight to increase the force of the cock that was in her. The third of her dog ‘lovers’ finished, and went to lie down on the other side of the pen also.
She simply sat back on her haunches and waited. The three brothers came into the pen then. Two of the tended the dogs and Tony simply led nessa out of the pen by holding onto her neck.
“It’s as if, I’m a dog too,” she thought, “His dog, their dog!”
It was a strange thought. “But maybe,” she mused, “It’s true. But if they can supply me with that kind of mind blowing experience, then I will be their slave.”
The guys all stood around her now. Tony was smiling at her, and said:
“Good girl.”
The compliment struck her as one that you’d use for your dog also. She approved of that too.
She leaned against Chris’ Demming’s leg, as they talked for a few moments. Assistant Dean Vanessa Jefferson was now totally, completely gone. Only the nigger slave nessa was left behind.
Christ said to Tony: “Thanks, Tony, this is going to be even better than we thought. Here’s the list of what I want written on her.”
She just looked up at him at that point realizing that she was going to be marked for her masters. She smiled at them.
“Will you want her pussy shaved?” Tony inquired.
“Yes, I believe that we will,” Chris replied.
Then he added: “We’re going to go now.”
And to nessa he said, stroking her cheek: “We’ll be back for you in the morning.”
She merely kissed his hand, as they left.
The four guys were back early in the morning. As they pulled into the clearing where the Hernandez brothers had their home, they saw nessa in the front yard. She was kneeling naked with her arms stretched above her head. Her hands were tied and the rope stretched over a tall pole with a cross bar that stood there.
Pedro Hernandez was standing in front of Vanessa, and from the view that the four guys had initially, he was feeding his rather large stiff cock into her mouth and down into her throat.
She had her head thrown back and her eyes were closed with the effort.
“No,” Pedro said, slapping her cheek very lightly, “You look up at the eyes of the guy whose cock you’re swallowing.”
Nessa opened her eyes and made a ‘yes’ motion up and down with her head to acknowledge Pedro’s point.
The four guys were now at the fence. Pedro waved to them, and they waved back again. He kept his other hand at the back of nessa’s head guiding his large cock into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he said, “That’s the way to relax. Now here comes the last of it. If you can take this cock into your throat, you won’t have trouble with anyone.”
She smiled at him around the prick in her mouth; she seemed really pleased by his praise. It was a kind of sign of how lost Vanessa was at this time, and how much nessa was simply in charge. But nessa didn’t care. They’d been nice to her, and it had all been exciting, all of it.
“Yes,” she thought to herself, “Even the dogs!”
Then she opened her eyes again, at the gentle urging of Pedro.
“Babe,” he said, “I know how tired you are; but we’re almost finished here, so stay with me and we’ll be done.”
She opened her eyes to make an extra effort. It was then that she saw ‘her four guys’ standing at the fence watching.
It woke her up; it changed her attitude a bit; it made her less sleepy for the time. She pushed her head forward to meet Pedro’s lunge and, breathing through her nose, felt his pubic hair with her nose.
“Great!” Pedro shouted with excitement. “Tony, Many, come here,” he called out then.
The two brothers tumbled out of the ranch style house and clapped as they watched Pedro feed his huge cock down into nessa’s throat, and guided her nose into the nest of his pubic hair.
They guys applauded the results also.
Pedro seemed finished with her then. He pulled his slimy cock out of her mouth, and began to stroke it. She paid attention to him, as he started to spurt onto her face and into her hair.
“Thank you,” she said meekly, when Pedro was finished.
It was Tony who spoke up then: “She’s ready, guys,” he said with a bit of pride. “Nice night we had from her too.”
“The dogs?” Chris enquired.
“We gave her to the dogs one more time during the night,” was the answer. “They seemed to have a ball, and she wasn’t as scared the second time either.”
His saying that caused a kind of flash back to nessa. They’d been ‘working’ on the ‘deep throat’ thing, and she thought that she was getting better. They also stopped the process periodically to simple fuck her, either singly, two of them or all three at a time.
It was a time period with her senses on full alert. Gradually she got sleepy beyond sleepy, and couldn’t seem to keep up.
They took a break early in the morning. She was kneeling on the floor. Tony took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He held out his hand, and Mannie put a pair of white nylon panties in his hand.
“Here,” he said to her, “Put these on.”
Her head shot up; her eyes went wide, and she wasn’t sleepy anymore at all.
“Dog!?” she almost wailed.
“Dogs!” Tony confirmed.
They took her out to the fence, and with pressure on her shoulder, Tony forced her into her crouch.
“You remember?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, sir, I remember!” she assured him.
And she had remembered, and it went the very same sensual, wonderful, semi violent way.
After that, they worked a while longer.
All through the night she was made to feel like, and treated like a slave; it was ingrained in what they did to her. And it kept inflating the image that she had of herself, making it more and more real.
Her reverie broke then and nessa turned her head to where the four of ‘her guy’ were waiting.
“Good morning, masters,” she said in a tired but bright voice. Then she continued: “I’m sorry that your nessa is such a mess to greet you this morning.”
They gathered around her, while she still knelt in the grass with her hands tied over her head. The drool from her recent practice was running down her chin and onto her large tits, whose nipples stood still at attention. There was cum on her face, her chin, in her hair, on her tits. She was dirty from scuffling around in the dog pen with the dogs. She was a sight.
Chris turned to Tony and asked: “Hey, Tony, got a cold water hose?”
Tony laughed, as nessa cringed, knowing what was coming next.
Many had gone around the side of the house and came back with a huge hose roll. They guys all stood back as the hose nozzle was opened and the jet of cold water trained on the kneeling, naked black administrator. She squealed at the jet of cold water against her tits and her face. The dogs howled.
When Mannie was done, nesssa knelt and shivered. Richard had gone to the car and came back with a towel with which he began to dry nessa off. She gradually stopped shivering.
When Richard was done drying her off, they untied her hands and stood nessa up.
“Let’s see,” Chris said. Then addressing himself to nessa, he said: “Turn around, girl, slowly.”
Again, nessa was struck by their use of ‘girl’ with her. The world, her world of the duties of assistant academic dean were really far away. She didn’t know if she cared or not. She was now living in this world of the senses, senses that she didn’t need to bother denying at all.
She began to turn slowly to display herself to them. They commented favorably on the bareness of her pussy.
“You look lovely with a bald pussy, nessa,” Alex said to her, expressing the idea of the entire group of them.
Nessa smiled with the pleasure that she derived from the compliment.
She turned around a bit more, and was then told to bend over at the waist. She did as she was told. There, on her ass cheeks, was her mark. It had been put there with an indelible ink marker. Certain solvents would take it off but that was all.
(The guys, the White Knights, didn’t like the idea of tattooing their ‘girls’.)
The sign, done in a very fancy and very legible hand said:
(On the left cheek: “I’m nessa a black cock sucker.” On the right cheek: “I am a sex slave of the White Knights.”)
“Fantastic,” Chris said and the others agreed.
He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and gave it to Tony. Here’s a bonus for an extra good job with her.
Tony thanked him, and stepped up to nessa to give her a ‘farewell’ hug. She hugged him, and then each of them, and laid her head against their chests in the process.
Then the four guys took her by the arm and led her to the car. When they got there, they opened the trunk again but before putting nessa into the trunk, they wrapped her in a large blanket. She nestled into the trunk with a sigh, and prepared to snooze, while they were going back to town.
They took her to her own house, which was on a small side street and semi secluded among its trees. She and her neighbors were extremely private in this small area. The drive wound up and to the side. There didn’t seem to be anyone about, when they arrived.
One of them went with her keys and opened the doorway next to the garage door to let them in. After looking around, and seeing no one about, they hauled nessa out of the trunk, still wrapped in her blanket, and went into the garage with her.
Chris sent both Alex and Randall to walk into the woods up at the edge of her back yard. They took field glasses with them in order to be able to scout the neighborhood and check to see if anyone was watching. The woods were fairly deep and they saw no sign of anyone who was watching the house.
“Ohhhhh,” nessa said, cooing to them, “Home! Nessa’s home.”
She turned to Richard and Chris with a big smile that radiated through her tiredness, and said:
“Welcome to my home, masters; I’m tired but I’ll still serve you.”
“Hush,” Chris said, “We’re going to take care of you for a while now. Then you can serve us.”
She smiled again, with an affable look on her face, and said: “How nice! I mean that you’ll take care of me.”
Under normal circumstances, our Vanessa was an easy going and very, highly competent person. When the nessa personality was ‘unleashed’ she was no less affable but just much more pliable. She found herself to be extremely content in this new sequence of events in her life. She smiled inwardly and walked across the garage with the two boys.
The other two came in shortly and mentioned to Chris and Richard that they hadn’t, indeed, seen anyone or any movement in the homes in the area. This was not a huge surprise, since the homes were mainly of families where both partners worked. There weren’t many children in the area either.
A flight of short stairs led from the garage into the kitchen.
Nessa seemed kind of groggy. Richard, the biggest among them, kind of swooped down and picked nessa up. She smiled at that kind of treatment, and put her head against his shoulder.
It didn’t take a huge amount of searching around to find the master suite upstairs. Richard gently laid nessa on the bed, and Alex went with Randall to start a hot bath for her.
When the bath as ready, Richard again picked her up, without the blanket now, and carried nessa’s naked form into the bathroom. He stooped with her and let her slide slowly into the tub.
He turned and smiled at the other three:
“Who the hell could have told us a week ago that today we’d be here in Dean J’s house putting her naked into her tub. This goes beyond coolness!”
The others agreed with him.
Nessa sighed as she slid into the hot water of the bath. She let her head go back against the rim of the tub and gave herself up to sensations, as one of them took one leg, one took another, one of them washed her from the shoulders down and one of them washed her face, neck and hair.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she crooned into the air, “This is heaven and beyond. Why didn’t you boys say that you could do this a month ago, I would have made all that unpleasantness go away.” She smiled a goofy smile, when she said this.
“We’re telling you now that we can do this,” Chris said.
“And it’s grand,” she said in a soft voice. Then she added: "Sleepy, so sleepy!"
They took her by the arms and hauled the almost sleeping dean out of her tub. The four of them combined to use the towels on her, getting her dry and ready for her bed.
Richard picked her up again and now took her into the bedroom. He put her down on the bed, and they wrapped her in her blankets, letting her drift off to sleep.
She slept a long time, and she woke refreshed. She slowly and tentatively opened her eyes, wondering about the strange, wonderful and disturbing dream that she’d had.
The first thing that she noticed was that she was naked in bed. She almost never slept naked. She found that, and the ‘dream’ idea both intriguing. Then she opened her eyes and looked around.
She immediately saw them; they were all there, all four of them sitting around her bed.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she said in a tiny voice.
“What time is it?” she asked still a bit asleep.
“After 6 PM,” Chris Demming said.
“Oh, good evening, masters,” she said with a smile. “Forgive me for being such a bad hostess, and sleeping while you were visiting my home.”
Then it struck her. All of it came back, and she found herself grinning.
“But you did that . . .I mean . . .all of that . . .how . . .how . . .delicious it all was!”
She was certainly still not ready to face the blackness of what she'd been turned into, and had allowed, and had participated in, and had done or been forced to do. Not yet at least.
They were smiling at her, as she went on and on about it. They also exchanged smiling glances with each other.
“But . . .but . . .the dogs . . .uh, the dogs . . .were they real? I mean, was that real? Did I do that?”
“Yes, nessa, you certainly did and they certainly were,” was Chris’ answer.
She kind of squealed with laughter at that, holding her hand up to her mouth as she giggled.
Then a thought struck her: “Does this mean that all this will come out and I’ll lose my job?”
There was some panic in her voice.
“No,” Chris spoke back to her, “It means nothing of the kind at all. It means that, like early this morning, when you were so tired, we’ll take care of you, and nothing like that will happen. We promise that.”
“Come,” Chris said then, “Out of bed!”
“But,” she replied in a coy voice, “I’m naked under here.”
“We know,” Randall said, “We put you to bed.”
“After we brought you home,"Alex put in.
“After we gave you a bath.” Richard concluded.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she enthused, “I remember the bath, and I remember that, uh, you, Richard, were carrying me around. It was so reassuring.”
She looked at them from under the covers still, and giggled.
“Yes?” Chris asked.
“And no one woke me up to take me to the dogs,” she said with the giggles.
“And did you like the dogs?” Chris wanted to know.
“They were funny! And they fucked so well.” she said.
“And did they taste good too?” Alex asked.
Nessa squealed then, and said, in an outburst: “Ohhhhh, that’s right, I did that; I sucked the dogs' cocks.”
She looked around seriously at them, and said: “You know, I didn’t mind the taste at all. I’m good at cock sucking, you know.”
“Yes,” Chris said, “We saw you taking on Pedro Hernandez. “And though none of us is hung like Pedro, nor is anyone else that we know; we don’t think you’ll be disappointed. So, get your naked ass out of bed, assistant dean J; you have some students to entertain with your talented mouth.”
In a sweeping gesture, nessa, shot the covers away from her with a loud: “Ta Da!”
They clapped, and hands were helping her out of bed.
“Now look at this,” Chris said, backing her up to the mirror.
“Ohhhhh,” she squealed, “My mark.”
“Yes,” Chris said, “Your mark. Here’s a picture of it.”
She looked at the picture and gave them a kind of goofy smile and said to them:
“It’s time for me to pay you back now.”
They gathered around her until she was kneeling on the bedroom carpet at the foot of her bed.
They left her there, and she watched with smiling interest, as they each began to take their clothes off. When they were naked she shook her head, and said:
“Oh, yes, I remember those pricks; I remember them now. Can I have them now? Can nessa have them now?”
Instead of answering her, the four naked students advanced across the room where the equally naked assistant dean of the college was kneeling and waiting for them.
Nor did she hesitate. She filled her hands and her mouth with cock. She took them, each of them in turn, deep into her mouth, and with no trouble, into her throat so that she could bury her nose in pubic hair.
She performed the act on one after the other of them.
She noticed but didn’t care that Chris was taking digital photos of her sucking off the students.
And she didn’t finish until each of them had deposited a load in her mouth and down her throat.
She settled back on her heels, beaming, and said: “That was wonderful.”
She looked around just then and mused: “I just can’t get over this change in me that you’ve wrought; I can’t get my head around it. These kinds of things I love to do in fantasy but this isn’t fantasy. This is so real, so real . . .” he reverie trailed off but she knelt there with a smile on her face.
She came out of that reverie and said, with still a smile on her face: “Fucking?”
“Oh, yes,” Chris said, “And sometimes, dean, we’ll do you all kind of at once, in a huge pile. But this time we get to fuck you one at a time. Just pick someone and the rest of us will leave to give you privacy. But the other three will be waiting.”
“Oh, thank you for being gentlemen,” nessa said.
She could still hardly understand her good fortune in falling into such gentle hands.
“If this slave thing was going to be, then this is a wonderful way to have it expressed,” she thought.
She simply held out a hand to Richard, who’d carried her into the house from the car.
The others walked toward the door, getting their clothes. As they looked back, from the doorway, they took in the picture of Richard Carr, with the assistant dean of the college, Vanessa J., in his arms. He had one arm around her waist, and the other arm extended downward and he had captured an ass cheek in his hand. She, the assistant dean, was grinding that ass cheek against his hand.
The following encounters were revelations to nessa. Richard, it turned out, loved to eat pussy, and did it very well.
Alex wanted to take nessa anally, and paid specific, wet and careful attention to her asshole in preparation for it. He even out did Mannie, who was passionate about the very same kind of fucking the night before.
Randall loved to pay attention to nessa’s nipples, and did so for a long time. And Chris Demming simply turned out to be a marvelous lover.
Nessa was spent by the time the four boys were done with her. Chris was the last one with her, and told her to clean up and come down stairs, when she was done.
She spent time in the shower lost in thoughts about the previous day and night, and what had just transpired. There was a sense within her right then and there that made her feel no regret about the turn that the situation had taken. They’d taken her to a place that she realized she simply wanted to be. She was a little nervous about work but she felt that she could handle that too.
Out of the shower, she did her hair, and then went into her drawers. She choose a set of pink tinted thigh highs, pink heels, a pair of pink, nylon bikini panties and a pink bra.
It was dressed with these things that she descended the stairs with all three of them watching. She was greeted with whistles,and calls and clapping, as she stood and modeled for them.
“Dinner?” she said to them. After a conference, they decided on ordering pizzas.
Close to the time that the pizza man was due, nessa nervously asked what she was to do about paying the pizza man, since she wasn’t dressed. It was a kind of a sign of the newly established relationship that she didn’t make an independent decision but rather asked about it.
Chris agreed to greet the pizza man and pay.
All of them, the guys and nessa were tired that evening and had an early night of it. Last to leave, Chris assured her that she’d hear from them at work.
Her response was just to put her arms around his neck and kiss him ‘good night’.
During her morning preparations, her light breakfast---mostly coffee and toast, and all of those ‘normal’ kinds of things, it struck Vanessa that this is what she was most nervous about: that is, recognizing the ‘normal’ in her life.
She seriously didn’t know if the normal had shifted ground; she seriously didn’t know if this new association had taken over in her life as the normal. She didn’t know how she’d react on campus to seeing her ‘masters’ at all.
She was all a flutter with it, the speculations etc. She knew what her history was with this kind of thing. She had been ‘around’ and had developed various careers, as she matured and went off into the work world. She had always been highly motivated, and succeeded in what she tried.
But always there was the periodic descent, as she thought of it, into the character ‘nessa’. It is true that the thoughts and feelings associated with nessa frequently dominated Vanessa’s waking, personal alone time. She gave into those kind of ‘dirty thoughts’ as she viewed them. They were the center piece of her sexual thinking, and the center piece of her attempts to satisfy herself by masturbation. She sought out what others might consider disgusting web sites that dealt with submissive black women covered with cum, and being the sexual target especially of groups of white men, who would use the girl, and cum all over her.
But Vanessa also knew that she usually had a reaction to these ‘pleasures’ that she allowed herself. Sometimes it made her physically sick. She would periodically reflect back on some of the situations she’d gotten herself in, through what she saw as her ‘twisted’ desires, and then she’d be excited all over again.
But the strong reaction was always there. It was this that was on her mind during that long night after the four of them left her home. She knew herself well enough to know that the bubble was bursting now, and depression would follow. She sat in the dark that night for a while, drank some wine and eventually cried herself to sleep about what had happened. She was tempted to call her secretary, Carrie but didn't want to drag her into this yet, until she was more settled with it. She was honest enough with herself to know that the evidence that they had of her cooperation was damning enough that she could not report them to anyone. It was with this black sense of having no choice that she went to bed.
That made it even more astonishing that in the morning her blackness, with the dark of night, had, indeed, gone. She'd come back from such blackness of the soul, provided by the notorious 'nessa' before and she knew that she could now also.
She felt more light hearted that morning than she could remember. She pushed the darkness of dark thoughts into the far reaches of her mind and got ready for work. She wondered how she'd approach her job now, if it would be different and how. It was on her mind more and more this morning, as she finished her final preparations for going to work.
But she realized, as soon as she entered the building and went down the hallway, with familiar people greeting her kindly, that she needn’t have bothered with the worries about whether her life would have a ‘normal’ or not.
All the past few days seemed to settle merely in the back of her head, and kind of stay there. The almost longed for remorse didn’t settle in and keep her from being ready to pay attention to her job. It was another day at a job that she liked,and did really well.
“Even if you’re now a sex slave for white male students,” a voice in her head reminded her.
She surprised herself by smiling at the notion that was whispered, and going into the office.
Her ‘assistant/secretary’ Carrie was already there. She put her trench coat in the closet that they shared and turned to Carrie.
“Hey, Carrie,” Vanessa said brightly.
“Boss,” Carrie cooed in a loving way.
“I’ll Boss you, missy,” Vanessa shot back at her.
They had a spectacularly close relationship. There were even times, when Vanessa thought that Carrie had a crush on her. It came in the hugs that they frequently shared, and in many of the simple contacts.
Carrie was young, and tall, and kind of an athlete in background. She was very outgoing also.
“How was the weekend, Boss?” Carrie asked, passing a cup of coffee to Vanessa.
“Very nice,” Vanessa said, shutting her mind down before it began to throw up details of her being fucked by dogs, or sucking off dogs, or being tied up to a post outside of a house in the boondocks and being fed a huge cock.
She smiled at the thoughts.
“Must have been nice,” Carrie said, “To bring on that kind of smile.”
Vanessa just grinned at her, and changed the subject:
“What’s up today?”
“Well, light day, really,” Carrie replied, “Mainly we might have some students stop over to talk to you about the volunteer positions for our office that you’ve set up. I don’t know who just, yet but I believe that there are some names in the pipe.”
“Fine, Carrie,” Vanessa said, “Just let me look over all this stuff on my desk, and let me know if and when anyone shows up.”
“Rightie O, Boss,” Carrie said, as she turned on her heel and went toward the door.
“Brat!” Vanessa spit out after her causing Carrie to shoot a smiling glance over her shoulder at Vanessa.
Vanessa also watched the swing of Carrie’s ass under her skirt in a way that she certainly had never done before.
“Gee,” she thought to herself, “Is that an extension of what my weekend has brought?”
She thought about that a little but couldn’t come to a conclusion about it. She did, however, admit:
“But she does have a nice ass.”
This caused a giggle and she went to work.
She was intent on clearing a number of small items from her desk, when she had a call on the inter office phone from Carrie.
“Vanessa,” Carrie said, almost assuredly showing her that the news wasn’t all that good.
“Yes, Carrie,” she answered.
“We . . .uh . . .have a couple of applicants here for the volunteer job but you won’t like it.”
“Why is that?” Vanessa wanted to know.
“Well,” Carrie continued, “It’s two of them; the trouble makers.”
“Trouble makers?” Vanessa asked slowly now.
“Yes,” Carrie said, “It’s Chris Demming and Richard Carr.”
“Oh, I see,” Vanessa said, her heart fluttering now. “Send them in; I’ll deal with them. Maybe if they work here, we can change them a bit.”
This was the point, she knew; this was the time. Would she explode in a rage or just acknowledge the truth of what she’d learned over the weekend. These thoughts were coursing through her mind, when the door opened and the two smiling guys came into her office, shutting the door.
She sat at her desk and tried to calm her beating heart, and also tried to shove out of her mind the string of emotion laden scenes that were very much present just then. It caused her to be inert for a few seconds. But she shook herself free of the scenes, and found herself standing at the desk.
“Found yourself thinking about it, didn’t you?” Chris asked.
Vanessa was not sure why she said what she did next, except for the fact that she was just following her inner instincts, and maybe needs at that point. But she answered quickly:
“Yes, sir, uh, yes, sirs, I was.”
Chris laughed: “I thought so. You see, today’s the difficult day. Get you past today and you’re just fine.”
“Oh,” was Vanessa’s only sound at that. But she did think that he may just be right about that. Then she added: "But I had a really bad night."
"Thought you would," Chris said. "It's what's normal; but like I said, get through today and you'll be fine."
He stared at her then and began to give orders:
“Out from behind that desk, and stand in the middle of the floor.”
She didn’t hesitate; she didn’t think; she didn’t prevaricate, she just did it. She moved from behind the desk, and stood in the middle of the floor, where the two of them circled her and looked her up and down.
She was wearing a gray pin striped suit that morning with a lacy camisole that peaked out from the lapels. This was accompanied by thigh highs, and heels. Early in the morning she’d known almost instinctively not to wear pantyhose.
“Fine,” Chris said, “Very, very fine indeed; one of our best, and most brilliant choices.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said but she realized that they were still kind of stalking each other about all of this.
“But tell us about your panties, we’re interested,” he continued.
“My panties?” she repeated.
“Is there a problem?” he asked in a threatening kind of voice.
And then she took one step in their direction mentally:
“Oh, no, sir, no problem,” she hastened to add; then continued: “My panties today are a soft sky blue; they’re nylon bikinis, and . . .”
“And?” he prompted her.
“And they feel funny and nice rubbing against my shaved pussy.”
Vanessa was tumbling into it again. It was as though it were all set. Forgotten was the long night with its wine and weeping. Nessa was taking over again, and more easily than Vanessa had ever thought.
“Well,” Chris continued, “We’re here just as a reminder, you know. Each one of you girls have needed a reminder on the first day of work. Normally, that is fine. If not, it’s back to the Hernandez brothers and their dogs for sterner measures.”
She was just shaking her head in acknowledgement of what he was saying.
“Then,” he went on, “Here’s your reminder: take your clothes off! Now! Ask no questions! Just do it! All your clothes; every single item.”
And she did! No prevarication from the Assistant Dean, none at all.
Her hands flew to the task. It was exciting her now. Here, here actually here in her own office, she was unbuttoning her suit jacket, taking it off and putting it on a side chair. Next went her camisole and then her soft blue bra, as they watched..
They smiled as the simply lovely nessa began to emerge from that cloud of professional clothing. They smiled at her, as she stared at them, while releasing the clasp of her skirt and letting it skin down her legs. Next went her half slip and then she hesitated at her panties.
"All?" she asked softly.
“All!” he said in acknowledgement.
She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down past her hips and ass, and then off. She sat to unroll her thigh highs, letting them join the pile. Her shoes were the very last thing.
“How do you feel now?” he wanted to know. Richard just looked on and grinned.
“Nessa feels just fine now, sir,” she said, adjusting her way of talking just a bit to fit the way that she felt.
“Well, she looks fine,” he said.
“Thank you, sir,” she smiled at them.
“Here’s the point, nessa;” he went on, “This is our reminder; we’ll give them periodically. We’re going to leave now but we’ll take your clothes with us. We’ll leave you naked in your office. You and your secretary can deal with it. Shut the place up and just wait for us to return. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” she said quickly but with turmoil inside.
“Good,” they both said, loading her clothes in a bag and taking the bag with them.
When they’d gone, she sat with a sigh in her desk chair and thought of the sensuality of it, the down right dirtiness of it. She fought off panic thoughts and black thoughts, and let the sensuality of the situation wash over her.
“This is really erotic,” she thought, “Sitting here naked absolutely naked because they told me to get naked.”
But she knew that she had to do something. She breathed a great sigh and called Carrie on the inter office phone. She promised herself that she wouldn’t panic either.
“Carrie,” she said in a quiet voice, “Come in here please.”
“Yes, Vanessa,” Carrie said.
Then she heard a movement next door and waited. Very soon the door opened,and Carrie came in only to stand and stare.
“They took all my clothes,” she said simply, “They told me to take my clothes off, all of them, and I did, and they took them.”
Carrie was standing and staring at Vanessa, who was still seated in her chair.
“ What? Shall I call security?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“No, no, don’t do that; please go and lock the door; I need to talk to you.”
Carrie went and did as she’d been told. She turned back only to find Vanessa now standing out in the open.
Carrie’s breath caught in her throat; finally, struggling she said:
“Vanessa, you’re . . .you’re gorgeous!”
Vanessa smiled at her secretary, who was coming ever closer to her naked boss.
“You’re shaved!” Carrie said next with some wonder in her voice.
Vanessa said simply: “Over the weekend; it’s the weekend that I need to talk about. I’m going to turn around and I want you to see what’s there.”
“There?” Carrie said.
“Yes,” Vanessa assured her, “I mean to see what’s written on my ass.”
Carrie came close as Vanessa turned around, presenting her secretary with the expanse of her lovely, naked ass, and the writing on it.
“Ohhhhh dear!” Carrie said, “That’s sooooo erotic! Is it true?”
“Yes, dear, it’s true; it’s what the weekend was about. I’ll tell you.”
But then her voice halted because she sensed that Carrie was now kneeling behind her. She felt Carrie’s hands on her naked hips, and then she felt Carrie’s tongue running up and down her ass crack.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” Vanessa said, “Lovely, lovely!”
She turned around and Carrie grasped on to her by her hips again but this time, she buried her tongue into the folds of Vanessa’s naked pussy.
Vanessa felt strange about this encounter because she knew that she was in charge here, unlike those many encounters over the weekend.
“Carrie,” Vanessa said.
Carrie looked up at her boss and waited to hear what she had to say.
“Stand and take off your skirt and blouse.”
Carrie said a brief: “Yes, ma’am,” and stood to do as she was told.
She soon stood in front of Vanessa wearing a red bra, and a pair of red bikini panties with pantyhose over them.
Vanessa then said, as if to herself: “Carrie, no panty hose; they’d surely not like or allow that.”
“They?” Carrie said.
But Vanessa simply looked back at her and said: “No pantyhose, Carrie.”
Carrie nodded and hastened to take the pantyhose off. Vanessa took them put them in her drawer.
Then Vanessa rolled her chair out from behind the desk. She was determined to do this. She sat with Carrie standing in front of her, wearing her red panties and bra.
“Now this,” Vanessa said, “Now this, Carrie; come kneel here.”
Carrie did as she was told. She knelt and put her face into Vanessa’s lap. Vanessa stroked her secretary’s hair for a bit, and then reached down for the clasp of her bra. Carrie shrugged it off of her shoulders.
As Carrie continued to explore Vanessa’s pussy with her tongue, Vanessa now played with Carrie’s nipples, squeezing, pulling, and doing some pinching.
“Oh,Oh, Oh,Oh,” Carrie huffed, “Good, . . . Uh . . .gooooooooood!”
Vanessa grasped Carrie by the back of her head, as she neared her own climax. Finally, Vanessa was singing into Carrie’s head, as she bucked her hips and filled Carrie’s mouth with her fluids. Carrie licked and sucked on her boss’ pussy until she was sure that she was quite done.
Carrie knelt back on her haunches, and said to Vanessa:
“Vanessa, I . . .I don’t know what came over me; I just don’t.”
Vanessa, however, put a finger over Carrie’s lips and pulled the younger woman up to where she was standing. She reached around and grabbed Carrie by the panty waist band and pulled her roughly against her.
“This is what happened,” she said quietly, fitting her lips to Carrie’s waiting, open mouth.
The kiss was one of the sweetest that Vanessa ever remembered.
When they broke off the kiss, Vanessa said to Carrie:
“Okay, now get dressed but no pantyhose, and bring me my trench coat. I’ll make some excuse if anyone happens by.”
Carrie did as she was told. When both of the women were dressed more or less, Carrie looked at Vanessa and asked:
“You’re not upset with me, Vanessa?”
“Upset, of course not!” Vanessa said with a smile that caused Carrie to smile also.
Then she continued: “I just hope that it’s not the last time.”
Carrie blushed, and said: “Oh, I guess it won’t be; you just need to tell me, you know?”
“Yes,” Vanessa said, “I understand; I’ll tell you. But sit here; I want to talk to you.”
Carrie sat in one of the office chairs in front of the desk, and Vanessa sat in the other. Vanessa went over the details of her weekend with the boys, the White Knights. She talked about her getting to them under false pretenses; she talked about the way they dealt with her. She talked about spending the night with the Hernandez brothers, leaving out the part about the dogs.
“Wow!” Carrie said, when Vanessa was finished. “You’re okay with that?”
“Strange,” Vanessa said, in answer, “I just think that I am. Last night I had a black black time of it; in fact I almost called you.”
"Oh, you should have," Carrie said.
"I decided to face it alone," Vanessa said, "And it's worked pretty much okay. After all they have all those pictures of me and films doing stuff voluntarily. And that part of me, that part that I try to keep buried, at bay, away from me in any way that I can, has just surfaced and taken over; just taken over. What do you think?"
“I don’t know,” Carrie mused, “It does sound kind of exciting though.”
Vanessa laughed, “It is being that,” she said, "It's the craziest thing imaginable, and I would have never ever given any cognizance to the possibility even a week ago."
Then she laughed: "But a week ago my 'nessa', that inner, dirty demon, was under control and then this happened and they knew, they just knew how to bring that out, to bring her out and she's kind of taken over."
Then Vanessa hugged Carrie again, with Carrie saying: "We'll get through this; you'll see."
“ Well, it looks like it'll be exciting; that's for sure," Vanessa continued. "But look we have a bit of work to do. I hope they’ll be back soon. Tell me, when they are.”
Carrie got up to walk out of the office.
Vanessa stopped her with the words: “And, Carrie,”
She turned to her boss and said: “Yes?”
“Thanks!”
Carrie’s answer was a smile and a wink. She raised her skirt to her waist, showing Vanessa the sight of her wiggling ass cheeks, as she sauntered toward the door.
“Slut!” Vanessa shot at her.
“For you, my love!” Carrie said, lowering her skirt and blowing Vanessa a kiss.
About a half hour later, Carrie came to Vanessa on the inter office phone:
“They’re back, ma’am.” she said.
“Please send them in,” Vanessa said.
She waited. She was pleased that no one came to see her and she didn’t have to make elaborate explanations about why she was dressed in her trench coat.
They came through the door, Chris and Richard.
“Hey,” Richard said, smiling, “The babe looks like a private eye.”
“Hey, nessa,” Chris chimed in.
Nessa stood at her desk and shrugged the trench coat off.
“Sorry, sirs,” she said, “I had to wear something in case I was visited.”
“We understand,” Chris said, “But tell us how the morning has gone with you naked in here.”
Vanessa sat with them and explained it all, including every single detail about what Carrie had done.
“Hmmm,” Chris said, “Call her in here.”
Nessa went to the inter office phone and called for Carrie to join them in her office.
Carrie came in and stood inside the office area with a puzzled look on her face. She blushed, when she saw that Vanessa sat with the two guys, although they were both dressed and she was totally naked.
“You like the way she looks, Carrie?” Chris asked in a soft voice.
Carrie looked at Vanessa, who nodded her head ‘yes’, and Carrie answered:
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“Hmm,” Chris said, “I like your attitude. But look, Carrie, it will be easier if you just answer me, when I speak instead of looking to nessa for guidance. Understand?”
Carrie shook her head ‘yes’, and stood.
Chris looked at nessa and said simply: “Tell her.”
“Carrie, dear,” nessa said, “I want you to simply do what you’re told here; do you understand that?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” she said, “If it’s what you want; I will certainly do what they tell me to do.”
“We just want to make it clear,” Chris said with a soft voice that had all sorts of authority in it, “If you don’t do what we say, then it’s easy, we hurt her.”
Carrie got a horrified look in her face: “Please don’t do that; you don’t need to; she’s already told me to do what you tell me to do, and I will.” She had a determined look on her face, when she finished the sentence.
“Good, Carrie,” Chris said. “Is the door to the office’s locked?”
“Uh, no, sir,” she answered, "It’s not but I can go and do that now, if you wish.”
“Please,” Chris said.
Carrie hurried away and locked the outer door to the office, and put out the lights in her part of the office. Then she returned.
The two boys were now standing and waiting for Carrie; nessa was also standing, still naked and looking, especially to Carrie, magnificent in her nakedness. She just never thought that this day would arrive, as much as she wanted it to.
But then Chris’ voice got her attention again:
“Now, Carrie, we want you to just walk over to that chair,” he pointed at a chair where they had previously been sitting, “And take off your clothes, all your clothes, every single bit, leave nothing on at all, understand?”
Carrie nodded ‘yes’ to that but it was then that nessa spoke to her:
“Carrie, love, it can be seen as a sign of disrespect that you don’t actually answer, when you’re spoken to; will you please do that and not only nod your head?”
She had walked up to Carrie, as she said this, and suddenly had Carrie’s head on her shoulder.
“Yes, ma’am,” Carrie said, “I will certainly answer specifically.”
Nessa stepped back away, and they all watched Carrie, as she took off a suit coat, and then a burgundy slip. This showed them her red bra.
Chris and Richard were smiling, when they saw the red underwear:
“Very nice, Carrie,” they both said.
“Thank you, sirs,” Carrie said, as she stepped out of her skirt.
“Nice,” Chris said, “No panty hose.”
Carrie smiled: “The boss won’t allow me to wear them.”
“Did she?” Chirs asked, “Why? Did she say?”
“Yes,” Carrie continued, “She said that you wouldn’t like it. I didn’t understand it then; I do now.”
Now she had taken off her bra, and, smiling again at nessa, she slipped the panties down her legs, past her hips, past her ass, and off. All her clothes were now on a pile on the chair.
“How does it feel, Carrie?” Chris asked.
She shivered just a little and said: “Actually exciting.”
“Now the little show that we want,” Chris commented next.
Turning to nessa he said to her: “Nessa, dear, I want you to lie down on the floor on your back.”
“Yes, sir,” nessa said, getting down on the floor, as she’d been told.
Then Chris turned to Carrie and said to her:
“Carrie, now you just get down and lie on top of her but do it so that your pussy comes in contact with her face.”
Turning to nessa, he said: “Get ready for her; here she comes.”
Nessa held out her arms. Carrie got down on her knees first, with a knee on either side of nessa’s face. Then she felt nessa’s hands grab for her hips and she settled her hips down until her pussy hair was directly over nessa’s mouth. Carrie was blushing, while she did this but was dripping wet from the excitement of it.
Carrie looked down then and smiled as she saw that her own face was about to come into contact with nessa’s bald pussy.
“Great,” Chris said, “Now I want you to do each other; do it well, pussies and assholes included.”
Carrie lowered her hips, and then lowered her face. Nessa strained her face upward, and pushed her pussy at Carrie’s face.
Then the silence was replace in the room by the wet, wet sound of lips on pussies. Chris, and Richard both had cameras that they were using to capture the scene. Richard took movies, Chris digital photos.
Carrie and nessa seemed to be lost in each other, as they lapped at each others’ cunts. Nessa moved her head up and began to lick along the line of Carrie’s ass crack, prompting Carrie to do the same thing. Then they both spent their time on the clit of the other, until soon enough Carrie was bucking down into nessa’s face, and nessa was bucking up into Carrie’s face. Carrie collapsed onto nessa with a huge sigh, when they’d both finished.
Then each woman caught a glimpse of a cock just above her face. Chris had stripped and clambered behind nessa, so that he could fuck nessa, and also fuck Carrie’s face at the same time. Richard had gotten behind Carrie so as to present his prick to nessa’s face and Carrie’s pussy at the same time.
Both women squealed, when they saw the next step in their little sex act. Carrie raised her head and took Chris’ balls into her mouth gently, as he proceeded to fuck nessa.
Richard bent his cock down to fit it into nessa’s mouth before he plunged it into Carrie. When Richard’s cock was finally in Carrie’s pussy, Richard’s balls slapped against nessa’s face, giving her a chance to suck on them also.
The wild foursome went on for a while, until each of the boys was ready to cum. Each pulled out of the cunt that he’d invaded and proceeded to deposit his cum on the face of the woman there: Richard on nessa’s face, and Chris on Carrie’s face.
Richard and Chris both got up then. Chris said to the two women on the floor:
“Clean the cum off of each other.”
They did as they were told using hands and especially tongues.
The boys dressed then, while the two women lay on the floor awaiting orders from the boys.
Finally, Chris said to them: “Get up now, both of you and dress each other.”
Carrie and nssa were up off of the floor then, and Carrie, with a sigh, began to dress nessa.
Nessa did. Then nessa performed the same bit for Carrie. In the process the boys wouldn’t allow Carrie to wear her slip on again.
“Put it with the pantyhose,” Chris said.
The two dressed women stood side by side and looked at the boys not sure of what to do next.
“Carrie,” Chris said, “Just give us a minute here, and then Richard and I have to leave.”
Carrie went to her office, and went through the process of opening the office again.
Chris turned to nessa: “That was wonderful, pet;” he stroked her cheek as he said it.
“Thank you, sir,” she answered meekly.
“We have a job for you tonight.”
“Oh,” she squeaked, “I’d forgotten.”
She nodded and then said: “Yes, sir, it’s written on my ass; a job, tell me.”
“Nervous?” Chris wanted to know.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Well, this first will be easy; one of us will pick you up at 8 pm. It’s for John London. He does us favors now and again but he still is a paying customer, though he gets a discount for helping.”
“John?” nessa said in a strange voice.
“Yes,”Chris said, “Dress sexy, and do whatever he wants.”
“Yes, sir, dress sexy and do whatever he wants; I can do that.”
She knelt then and kissed the back of his hand, and then the back of Richard’s hand. Richard ran his hand through her hair, as she kissed his hand.
“Yes?” Chris said.
“It’s just, sir, that it’s strange that finally all of this will be really, real.”
“Yes, it is, nessa,” he admitted, “But we’ll make it fun, safe and profitable. We promise.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, as they left.
Carrie came in as soon as they’d left. She went to where nessa was still kneeling.
Nessa got to her feet and hugged Carrie, who was sighing.
“I hope I didn’t get you into trouble,” Carrie said.
“Not a bit,” was nessa’s answer, “Didn’t you think it was fun?”
“Ohhhhhhhh, yes,” was Carrie’s enthusiastic reply.
Then she continued: “What else?” she wanted to know, reading the shadow on Vanessa’s face.
“It’s silly, I guess; I mean knowing that I’m in this and will be doing this and all, it seems silly but it’s there.”
Carrie went to her then. She put her arms around Vanessa, who put her head against Carrie’s shoulder.
“You just tell me,” Carrie said fiercely, “You just tell me.”
“It’s John,” Vanessa said, “Tonight is John. And, you see, it’s the first ‘date’, and it makes it kind of real instead of play or fantasy. It just does, I guess.”
“Of course it does,” Carrie said.
Then she went on with, for Carrie, uncharacteristic determination. But this was Carrie speaking out to protect Vanessa, and for Carrie, Vanessa was the greater part of the world.
“Here’s what we’ll do, and you tell me, Boss, if this doesn’t suit you; you just tell me.”
Vanessa looked up at Carrie and said with a strangled smile: “And don’t call me Boss!”
They both grinned at that.
“I’m sorry, Carrie,” Vanessa said, “Please tell me, maybe it will help me out here.”
“It’s easy,”Carrie said, “I’ll be your context; you go out on a ‘date’ for them, and I’ll help you before and then I’ll wait for you to call me after.”
Vanessa was taken aback by that; she became very emotional:
“You’d do that for me?” she said with tears in her voice.
“Of course,” Carrie assured her, “It’s how we’ll deal with it.”
“Oh,” Vanessa said breaking up even further, “Ohhhhhh,” she reiterated, “That would make it so much easier. I mean, to know that you were going to be there, when these were over; to know that . . .”
Then Vanessa started to cry. Carrie held her, as she cried. It took a little bit but all the while, Carrie held the shaking Vanessa.
“Don’t know how I got into it,” wailed Vanessa, teetering on the blackness, that periodically invaded her whole world again.
“Sure you do,” Carrie said still fierce in her outlook, “It was John, and he’s up for tonight.”
“Yes, John,” Vanessa said, “Probably a good idea to do it with him and get it over. And I’m ashamed to admit that there still is this interior part of me that wants to do this, I mean . . .wants to do these kind of things.”
“Yes,” Carrie said, “But you and I can or could be wanton without having to be controlled by others and do it for pay. That much I know.”
Vanessa looked at her with a kind of enlightened look on her face:
“Never thought of it that way,” she said, “Gee, at times you make such good sense, and you look so nifty with no clothes on!”
Then they giggled together.
“Okay,” Carrie said next, “Let’s get this day underway here; we’ve already had our morning eye opener. Come on into the bathroom and get yourself fixed up; then we’re off.”
The day went slowly enough; they chose to eat companionable in the office, after Carrie went out for sandwiches. They talked and giggled a lot.
The more that Vanessa thought about it, the more she realized that maybe Carrie was right. Using Carrie as the context for these ‘acts’ might just make it all bearable. This was combined with her realization that nessa would be there, when it came right down to ‘fucking.’
Vanessa was preparing to leave for the day. Carrie came in and asked in a subdued voice:
“What time tonight?”
“I’m supposed to be at his house at 8 PM.”
“Can I, uh, come over to your place at 7 to maybe help out and see how you look? I really don’t mean to be a pain about this, Vanessa.”
“Oh, that would be nice,” Vanessa said, leaning into Carrie for a kiss.
Then she left the office.
Carrie showed up at Vanessa’s house at 7 PM, as she had promised. Vanessa opened the door dressed in a short white silk robe.
“Hey,” Vanssa said, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Carrie just kissed her in response. Then Vanessa stepped back a step, shot her arms outward and sang ‘Ta Da’, letting the robe open on her nakedness.
Carrie laughed and said: “Hey, none of that ‘ta da’ stuff or I’ll start in and you won’t get to John at all, and then there’ll be some kind of hell.”
Vanessa sighed, “You’re right, love; so, I’ll wrap it up and you can come join me while I dress for this foolish stuff.”
They went companionably to the bedroom.
“I’ve decided to wear the same outfit that I wore, when he dumped me off with ‘the White Knights’. I don’t know, maybe it’ll induce some guilt. I certainly know that it’ll make him horny.”
Carrie looked her up and down; she shook her head ‘yes’ and said:
“Yes, it will surely do that. So, let’s see you get dolled up, doll.”
Vanessa got serious for a moment, and said:
“Carrie, I can’t tell you how much this means to me; I mean to not be doing this all alone. I really can’t. And,” she groped here for words, “And that it’s you that is helping me out. Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying.” She ended in anguish.
Carrie said slowly and clearly: “But I do,” hugging Vanessa as she said it.
Then they were in each other’s arms, and Carrie was saying:
“Now, don’t cry or I’ll cry also. It’s simple, you’ve got a date. He’s handsome; you’re going to be horny; you’re going to get laid; then you’ll contact me and we’ll get together and wash him away like he never existed at all.”
“Yes,” Vanessa said with determination.
With a quick glance, she made one more reference to it:
“You’re making this bearable, love.”
“It’s what I want,” Carrie said.
Vanessa continued then dressing. She put on the green bikini lace panties, the matching bra, green tinted thigh highs, a black pleated skirt with a green silk over blouse that was belted at the waist. The bra was soft, allowing her nipples, already taut and stiffened by their contact with the silk material, to stand out freely.
“Oh, my godddddddddd,” Carrie said involuntarily. “You are so sexy.”
Vanessa turned and grinned at her: “You like, sweetie?”
“Like!? I love!” Carrie said with enthusiasm. “I just can’t understand why John would have passed you up in the first place, that’s all.”
“Well,” Vanessa mused, “I guess you need to think of it this way: then he would be taking a chance on me being ‘friendly’, whereas now, once he’d committed himself to this course of action, he is certain of the way that I will respond.”
“But you are ‘friendly’,” Carrie cried.
“Yes, and I was intending to be ‘friendly’ that night; but he didn’t know that.”
“But what if you decide not to be friendly tonight?”
“Then I’m in trouble, love;” Vanessa said, “Don’t forget for a moment what’s written on my ass; I surely don’t, and I don’t forget how it got there either. If I screw this up, then it’s back to the Hernandez brothers and the dogs, and I’m sure that they can be really unfriendly if they need be. No, this is where I’m at, and it’s what I’m going to do.”
“Dogs?” Carrie wanted to know.
“Oh,” Vanessa said, “I guess I didn’t tell you that part.”
It was obvious that this is something that Vanessa was nervous about.
“Okay,” spill it, Carrie demanded, “I want to hear that part of it.”
Vanessa looked at the clock and decided that she had enough time. She told Carrie the story, this time the whole story, the dogs included. When she finished, Vanessa had an obvious worried look on her face.
Carrie squealed in obvious delight!
“You didn’t?!” she insisted.
It made Vanessa grin with relief. She looked at Carrie with her own smile and said softly:
“I did; you see, I did what I was told; I tried to learn what they were trying to teach. The dogs were part of it.”
“But what . . .what was it like?” Carrie wanted to know.
“I’m not sure how to describe it,” Vanessa said, “I mean the insistent, long, hot, wet tongue; I’ve certainly never felt anything like that. And well, the other part . . .you had to be there to understand.”
Carrie grinned again: “You sucked off the dogs! You did! You did that! It’s wonderful!”
Vanessa just looked at her.
Carrie went on: “For years now I’ve thought that you were hardly human, and certainly not approachable by me. This is wonderful news, and you make it sound so erotic!”
Vanessa grabbed Carrie and clasped her in an embrace:
“You are just such a wonder,” she said into Carrie’s ear. “Promise me that no matter how late it is, you’ll be available, when this evening is over.”
“I promise,” Carrie said, “I will be.”
“Thank you,” Vanessa said.
Just then the phone rang. It was Chris. He told Vanessa that John would know all about the payment and the arrangement. That she didn’t need to bother about any of that. He also told her that she should go into each of these encounters expecting that the ‘client’ would know who she was, who sent her and that she was ‘available’ for their sexual pleasure.
“There’s no need for fencing with them or anything like that, Babe,” he said. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, sir,” she said then, and added: “Thank you for the call and the reassurance and information.”
She explained to Carrie what had transpired. Then she said softly:
“I have to go now.”
“Of course you do,” Carrie said, “I don’t quite know what to say just now.”
Vanessa smiled: “Nothing, Carrie love, I know what I’m doing; I’ve chosen to go along with this and I will. It’ll be fine.”
She left.
It didn’t take her all that long to get to John’s house. It was on a rural lane with a long driveway with fences on each side of the driveway. It was a sign that he was waiting that the porch light, a porch with victorian columns on it, went on, as she got out of the car.
She was nervous and didn’t know how to start this. She kind of wished that she had an attitude, just enough attitude to get her into this, just enough swagger but it wasn’t there.
She lectured herself: “It’s your first job as a whore; how do you expect to know how to act!”
The door opened at her first ring of the chimes, and John appeared, and suddenly it all fell into place.
He was not only nervous, John was deathly pale. She loved it. He was paying; he was the customer; she was the commodity here. And she was here because he’d kind of delivered her here but he was the nervous one.
She smiled, inwardly exultant at how calm she was now.
“Hi, John,” she said companionably.
“Vanessa,” he said, his voice not really under control.
They looked at one another for a few seconds during which he didn’t move at all.
“John,” she said faintly.
“Oh, forgive me, Vanessa, for keeping you waiting; I’m just so nervous about this.”
“Because it’s a paid arrangement?” she asked, secretly glad to be able to push in that knife.
“Well, no,” he admitted, “Because it’s you, and you know, our last time and all.”
At that point she just decided to take over. The swagger that she wanted was there at last. She knew how good a ‘commodity’ she actually was, how good she looked, and the fact that she’d dressed as ‘eating pussy’ for this date. She was confidant in all of that.
She simply reached out and put a finger on John’s lips, silencing him.
“No,” John, “No more of that; we’re not here to beat up on old history. We have a date here, and we’re both going to enjoy it. What’s more, John, the date’s going to go the way that you want it. So, now you need to tell me what you want; what are the fantasies that are ruling you now.”
“Ohhhhhhh, shit!” he said, “Language, sorry, Vanessa.”
She nodded.
“I’ve thought about this with you so many times. What I always wanted, what I always hoped against hope was that you’d somehow turn out to be so outrageously, and outwardly sexy, downright erotic, that you’d come looking almost the way that you’re looking now but you’d be, I guess, kind of slutty from the first.”
She smiled at him in encouragement. He was really tied up by this. She was glad.
Then he continued: “Maybe, I guess, maybe, you’d declare your slutty self right on the doorstep by, I don’t know, starting with a blow job right on the door step to get the evening off. I guess it’d be like that; then an intimate dinner. But you’d never forget who you are and you’d make eyes maybe at other men in the dining room, and all. It’s a jumble you see. Of course it ends with you coming back here with me and getting naked and then we’ll . . .you know.”
“Yes, John,” she said with a sexy smile, “I know.”
“But I’ve kept you here like a bore, Vanessa, I’m sorry.”
“No, John,” she intoned, “No ‘sorry’ now; let’s just get ready here and we’ll have a lovely time.”
He nodded his head. He was like a little boy who doesn’t know what to do with himself
“Now, John,” she began, “I’m going back out to my car; you put out the porch light, and then, when I’m ready in a few seconds, I’ll come back up here, and we’ll begin our night out.”
“Oh, lovely,” he breathed.
She went out into the night again; she was smiling. He was easy. She knew how to take care of this, how to do it, and a part of her even liked his idea about her flirting with someone else in the restaurant, flirting out of her outrageous sexuality. But the truth was, that sexuality was beginning to crowd her and kind of reach out for the upper hand.
At her car, she thought for a moment; then she acted. Her blouse was buttoned up to the neck. She unbuttoned the first three buttons. Now you could see the cleavage, and you could see the green lacy bra, when she moved at all.
In addition, she reached down and rolled the waist band of her skirt so that it rolled up a full inch. Just walking now would show the tops of her thigh highs. She was pleased with the effect. She knew that he would be.
A tiny voice said to her: “Let’s go, girl; let’s show the jackass how a whore acts.”
Nessa was ready and the evening was beginning.
She stalked up to the door, just in case John was watching. She rang the door bell and it was only then that the lights on the porch came on.
John opened the door and was wide eyed by the difference in the previous and the present woman on his porch.
Nessa spoke up: “John, sweetie,” she leaned in to kiss him lightly but with open lips in greeting.
He smiled. Then she went on:
“John, I didn’t know exactly how to dress for this occasion; I’ve been looking forward to it. I didn’t know if you wanted mature and sedate or just a little on the slutty side.”
She giggled then and said: “I chose for the little bit on the slutty side.”
He was agog, as she twirled for him. The twirling showed him not only the tops of her stockings but also her green lace panties.
“Oh wow!” he said involuntarily, “You look so hot, Vanessa.”
“Call me ‘nessa’, love,” she said, “I like it better. But, honey, do you like me sexy?”
She looked at him with an erotic smile and his voice was lost again. She did, however, see the bulge in the front of his pants.
“Of course, you like sexy nessa,” she said with a giggle, “Look at how this big man is already here to greet me. But, Johnnie, Johnnie, Johnnie, we can’t have you going out for dinner and taking this big ol’ stiff thing along can we?”
She knelt in front of him, on his own front porch, and, while he just stared at her, she unzipped his slacks, and fished his hard cock out of his pants.
“Can little nessa have this, Johnnie?” she crooned to him.
John was pleased, overwhelmed, shocked by the scene and what was happening; he shook his head ‘yes’ simply.
“But, John,” she protested, “Nessa can’t hear you!”
As she said this, she stroked his cock up and down, pre-cum gleamed at the head. For good measure she licked the pre-cum off.
He found his voice:”Yes, yes, nessa can have it!”
“You’re so good to me, Johnnie,” she crooned again, and lowered her head so that her mouth engulfed the crown and the head of his cock.
He sighed a long very loud sigh. For him this was the fantasy of fantasies: Vanessa here, kneeling, reeking of attitude and sex, and eager to suck his cock. He didn’t get very far into the thought.
And nessa didn’t get very far into the blow job before John, all wrought up, simply exploded in her wet mouth.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he wailed, “I came so quickly! But this has been my fantasy for so long.”
She hushed him with a finger on his lips again, and said to him, planting a quick kiss on his lips:
“That’s only tonight’s first, Johnnie, and it can be a quick and explosive one.”
John looked at her and smiled: “Vanessa, that was wonderful!”
Again, she stopped him: “Johnnie, Johnnie, it’s nessa, and this is the way our date’s gonna be; you just come along now and enjoy it, sweetie.”
He was all grins and smiles, as the got into the car to drive to the restaurant. He told her where they were going. It was an appreciable distance but it would afford them a measure of privacy. It was also quite a nice place.
She leaned back against the leather of his car seats and noticed that he was looking at her. She smiled back at him.
“Lovely car, John,” she smiled.
“Thank you; make yourself comfortable.”
That gave her a wicked thought, and she simply acted on it. She wiggled in her seat, as he watched her with one eye on his driving. Then she simply grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, folding it carefully around her waist.
“Oh, dear,” he said, as he saw the firmness of her thighs, and the delicacy of her green lace panties.
He glanced quickly but deeply, and she knew what he was looking for.
“You bad boy, John, you’re looking to see if you can see my pussy hair, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he admitted, licking his lips.
“Does this tell you what you want?” she asked, as she pulled down the front of her green panties so that he cold see her bald pussy.”
“Oh, my god, shaved!” he said, “You just get better and better.”
“Yes,” she said, “And remember that the real ‘better’ lies later in the night, and I think you’ll like it.”
He grinned never losing the edge of his nervousness.
In a while they got to the restaurant. He pulled into the front and, when nessa saw that there was valet parking, she kind of squealed in delight:
“Oh, young valets; someone’s in for a treat in a moment.”
She waited in her side of the car, as one of the valets opened the door for her. His mouth literally fell open, as he looked in and saw her with her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her green panties showing.
She accepted his hand and slid from the car saying, in a whispery voice:
“Bad boy, you peeked!”
The valet grinned, and she kissed him on the cheek. As John stood watching, she took the valet’s other hand and just for a second put it on her ass. He squeezed her ass cheek and said:
“Lovely, just lovely.”
She took John’s arm then and assured him that she wasn’t going to embarrass him at the restaurant.
“Uh, you’re doing fine,” he kind of sighed. She grinned at him, and they entered.
They were given a table at the back of the restaurant. It was the perfect place and kind of in the shadows.
They settled down into a lovely dinner, talking, finally to one another like they would have on other occasions. They had acquaintances to speak about and situations at school etc that they were concerned about.
As the evening went on, nessa notice an elderly gentleman at a nearby table. He was dining by himself. He had white hair well groomed, and was older.
At one point, when nessa looked at him, he simply inclined his head in her direction. She smiled at him.
She spoke to John: “I think that the old gentleman is flirting with me. Do you mind?”
“It makes you so sexy,” was his answer.
“Well, then let me see what I can do,” she said to him. “Excuse me, John, I’m going to the ladies.”
She turned in the direction of the elderly gentleman and let her napkin slip from her lap. She bent over, also in the elderly gentleman’s direction, to get it. It allowed her blouse to gape open and showed her down to her waist, with her large tits encased in the lacy green bra. When she straightened up and put the napkin on the chair, John was staring at her. She turned and the elderly gentleman was just sitting and smiling. He nodded to her again.
She went off to the ladies’ and returned in a little bit. She sat and John resumed eating his dinner. As he did, she took from her hand bag a small green bundle. It was her panties, that she’d removed in the ladies’. She made a gesture to prepare to give them to John, when in fact, she let them unfurl from her hand, showing the elderly gentleman that they were indeed her panties.
She glanced at the elderly gentleman who was now grinning. She then held her hand out to John, saying:
“John, dear, would you please hold these for me?”
He almost gagged, when he realized that she had handed him her panties. He grinned and put them into his coat pocket.
But nessa had one more thing that she wanted to do; she shifted around in her seat so that her legs were now facing the elderly gentleman. In a matter of a few seconds, she pulled on the hem of her skirt and forced her knees wide, showing the elderly gentleman that she was shaved and wore no panties.
Now it was the elderly gentleman’s turn to gape at nessa. She smiled in return.
She and John then settled to end their meal. She declined an after dinner drink, noting that eventually she had to drive home. John wanted to know if she were ready to leave.
She countered by asking him: “John, are you ready?”
He gulped and said that ‘yes’ he was ready.
At that point she tipped her purse just a little but enough for it to spill a few things.
“You go on, and I’ll be right behind you.”
He got up with the receipt and walked a little ahead of her.
She scooped up her things, and took one of the “White Knights’ Escort Service” cards in her hand. As she passed the table with the elderly gentleman, she bent down and said:
“My date will only wait for me 5 seconds; that’s all the time that you have right now.”
He understood and his hand was up under her skirt petting her bald pussy in that measure of time.
“Thank you, sir, for that,” she cooed to him. “I’m nessa.”
“Constantine,” he said to her, accepting the card from her, as she held it out to him.
Then she was gone with John. They exited the restaurant and John gave the number shield to the valet for the car. It was brought around pretty quickly. Nessa was pleased to see the valets standing around casually but all looking for a ‘show’ from her. The valet that had helped her out of the car earlier was there to help her back in now. He had a smile on his face.
Nessa looked up at him, and smiling in return, said: “Now, now, only one fanny pat for each visit.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She grinned back at him and said: “But you just watch until I’m settled in here.”
The small group of valets got a bit closer, as nessa settled herself into the seat an pulling on her skirt hem, raised it to her waist, as she had before. There were murmurs from the valets, as the door was closed.
John looked over at her, and said: “Gee, going out with you is an all out adventure.”
“See what you’ve been missing, John,” she said. Then she continued: “But you certainly won’t be missing it tonight.”
He grinned at her, as he drove away. She turned in her seat to address him, saying:
“But, John, there’s always something that I’ve wanted to do in a car; do you mind?”
“What is that?” he asked in a very tentative voice.
“Oh, John,” she said to him, “Your such a treat; it’s as though you’ve never thought of any of this stuff before.”
“The reality is a bit wonderfully overwhelming,” he said, “But tell me what it is that you want to do.”
“Well,” she began, “I know it’s naughty but I was just wondering if I could give you a blow job, while we were driving.”
“Ohhhhhhh,” was John’s immediate response.
“Now, Johnnie,” she said in a sexy voice, “I don’t want you to be so tired that you have nothing more for me, once we get to your house.”
“Oh, I don’t think that will happen,” he said, and then he was grinning broadly as her hand came across the seat and she opened his zipper.
As they drove through the night, nessa, surprising herself with her own boldness now, lowered her head to his lap, and took his cock between her lips. John concentrated on driving, and she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. He groaned periodically.
She lifted her head up and asked him: “You okay to drive, John?”
“Yes,” he said in a strangled voice, as her mouth moved down the length of his cock shaft, her lips tight dragging skin with them, only to release the skin and then bob her head up and down again.
She allowed herself the opportunity to suck on the underside of his cock head then, and that was enough to bring him. The car swayed just a tiny bit, as John came in nessa’s mouth. She kept her head in place until he was done cuming, and she’d cleaned him.
“My only regret,” she said, “Is that you couldn’t do that on my face; I’d love that.”
“Oh, nessa,” he said with conviction, “You are so much, much more than I ever thought you’d be.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re surprised, John,” she concluded.
They were soon enough at his lane. He turned into the lane and had gone half way up, when she asked him to stop. He did and looked over at her with a question mark on his face.
“Now don’t run me over,” she said, “I’m just going to walk from here.”
“Walk?” he said kind of stupidly.
“Just follow me, Johnnie,” she said to him in a low breathy voice.
She tumbled out of the car with him staring at her all the while. Then his eyes went wide, when she threw back into the front seat her black pleated skirt. He was still non plussed,when she followed that with her green silk blouse, her belt and her green lace bra. He already had her green panties.
Nessa waved at John and walked around until she was caught in the headlights of his car; she was wearing only her heels, her green thigh highs and a smile on her face.
“Fuck me!” John exploded.
Nessa laughed and said: “No, Johnnie, fuck me! But let’s go to the house first.”
She turned on her heel and sauntered in front of the car bathed in the light of the headlights. Her hips swinging with each step, and her ass cheeks wiggling with the effort of walking in the dirt ruts in heels.
She stopped, when she was almost all the way up the drive. He stopped the car behind her. Then she bent over from the waist to pick up some small stone or something like that, throwing it off into the dark.
John just gulped, as she bent to retrieve the stone, giving him a clear shot, in the head lights of the car, of her large, round and shapely brown ass.
“Ohhhhhhhh, geeeeeeez!” he moaned, as she straightened up and walked again.
She turned and walked the last little bit backwards. She was being very active, causing her tits to sway back and forth with the effort of her walk. Her belly, ending in the soft brown, clean, shaved plane of her pussy, with a view right down to her pouting pussy lips was clearly etched by the car lights. Finally, John stopped the car, and got out.
The entire scene now was bathed in the lights on the porch and side of the house that he’d left burning, when they left.
She waited for him. He moved to her with difficulty but she waited with her arms held out.
“Look at you coming up the lawn there with that huge cock sticking out against the front of your pants.”
His response was to grab at the belt of his pants; release it and let the pants slide down to his ankles. With some difficulty but without releasing the tension on his standing prick, he had his pants, shoes and socks off. He left them on the ground, as he went the last few feet to her.
Nessa was smiling now. She been ‘kick ass’ sexy tonight; she’d been just what John wanted, and she had actually enjoyed it.
“Now,” she thought, as her arms were out and ready for him, “I’m going to get laid and I like that just fine.”
They met and kissed. She came up from the kiss breathless but reached out and grabbed John by the naked cock, which had strayed out of his boxers. She just pulled him along toward the door of the house.
“Get those later,” she crooned in a low voice, “Now we go and fuck.”
“We fuck!” John said as though in a trance.
He opened the door, somehow amazingly having held onto his keys, and they went struggling inside.
They made it to the bed and John pushed her onto it, and began to climb on himself.
“No, no, Johnnie,” she said with a smile, “I ate you twice tonight now you get to return the favor and then we play the old game of ‘pick a hole for the salami’.”
He knelt in the carpeting and pulled her legs so that they were draped over his shoulders and down his back. His face was immediately in the middle of her snatch, and he began with is tongue to lick her out.
“Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhhhh,” she sang out as John ate her pussy.
All the night’s activities had pushed her to this moment. She grasped his head with her thighs and squeezed, as she tumbled into an orgasm quickly.
Then she was reaching out for him and crying out:
“Come, John, now, now; it’s now, John.”
Without thinking at all, John scooted up onto the bed and on top of nessa, sinking his cock into her pussy with one swift movement. He was thrashing and plunging against her for five minutes, when he stiffened and began his own orgasm. The strain on his face was beautiful for nessa to behold.
Then John sighed and plopped down on the bed beside her.
Neither of them knew how long they lay there. One thing was certain, and both of them knew it: John was done for the night. She brought him off twice with her mouth and this last time in her pussy and he was simply tired.
After a bit, she roused herself and got up. He looked up from the bed, and said in a tired voice:
“You have to leave?”
“Yes, John,” she said, “The evening has been wonderful but I have a schedule in the morning.”
He got up then and put on a pair of sweat pants that were nearby. He went outside to the car and brought in her clothes from the front seat of the car. He gave her, her panties back, and she dressed.
She could tell that he was morose again now.
He stood watching her. When she was done, she smiled at him.
“I’m so sorry, Vanessa,” he began to say, but she put her finger on his lips to stop him.
“John, what’s done is done; and we both enjoyed tonight immensely.”
“Yes, we did,” he sighed. “I’m awkward here but this is for you.”
She looked puzzled.
“It’s, uh, customary to give a tip for a really good time.”
She smiled a rueful smile at him, and simply took the envelope.
Then Vanessa kissed him. For John it was a kiss of regret. For her it was the end of that night’s ‘date’. And, she realized, her mind was already thinking ahead to Carrie.
Carrie answered her phone on the first ring. “Hello?” her voice was anxious.
“Done here,” Vanessa said, “And going home.”
“Can I come?” Carrie asked.
“Wish you would,” was Vanessa’s answer.
“Mind if I ask how it went,” Carrie continued.
“Sexy,” was what Vanessa said, then with a sigh in her voice, “Details later, once you get me, we get me cleaned up and human again.”
“I can do that,” Carrie assured her as they hung up.
She was waiting for Vanessa already, when Vanessa arrived home. Before anything else, they entangled in an embrace. Vanessa shivered just a little bit.
She whispered almost desperately into Carrie’s ear:
“Put your hands on me someplace; just make a physical claim and bring me back, make me yours more than theirs.”
Carrie sighed at the desperate words, and ran her hand down the plane of Vanessa’s back until she found the hem of Vanessa’s black pleated skirt. Then her hand skated up under the skirt until it encountered Vanessa’s ass cheeks. It came to rest there and kneaded and prodded the plumpness of the ass cheeks.
“Exactly!” Vanessa sighed at Carrie. Then she continued: “Demand anything of me you want; do this and demand anything and it’s yours. I’ll do anything to you or for you. Don’t hold back, you’re holding someone who’s sucked a dog’s cock. Anything. Oh, Carrie, I'm sliding into that blackness again. Just sliding into the muck of what's happening, and not being able to do anything about it.”
"Of course you are," Carrie said fiercely into Vanessa's ear. "Because you're beautiful, and you're sexy, and you're sensuous, and you have a sense of sexual adventure that is huge, and lovely but you're not a whore! God Damnit! You're not; and I won't let you be one."
Carrie leaned into the trembling woman, whom she loved, and licked Vanessa’s ear, and sucked the ear lobe into her mouth, sending shivers up and down Vanessa’s spine.
“Just be my love,” she said almost silently to Vanessa.
Then she grabbed her ‘boss’ by the hand and led her toward the house. They walked now arm in arm with Carrie allowing her hand to slide down Vanessa’s back again and rest on her ass cheeks. Vanessa wiggled her ass, once she felt Carrie’s hand resting there.
“You do that well,” Carrie whispered into her ear; then she added: “Boss!”
Vanessa giggled and said the required: “Don’t call me boss!”
Carrie whispered again: “What shall I call you then?”
Vanessa took a deep breath and said, reacting to the presence of Carrie’s hand on her ass, and speaking again from the edge of the darkness:
“Call me ‘eating snatch’, call me ‘your slut cunt’, call me ‘sexy slut’, call me ‘dog sucker’, call me ‘I’m going to piss in your mouth’, call me anything you want just do things to me. Do dirty things first, overwhelm my dirty things with dirty things that you make me do to you or for you; then clean me, make me yours and still do things: lovely things, painful things, hard things, dirty things, just clean me up and do them.”
“My god I like you like this,” Carrie said. “Would you really let me do things like that to you?”
“They’re to me and for me,” Vanessa said, opening the door to the house. “Once we’re in the house, strip me, make me naked, when you’re not. Then do the dirty things and clean me and do things to me and let me tell you about my date.”
Chapter 4
They entered the house, and Carrie stepped right into the situation:
“Okay, boss, it’s what I’m going to call you when I do things to you and make you do things to me!”
Vanessa shook her head ‘yes’.
Carrie had been around lately enough to snap at her:
“Don’t make me slap you, boss!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Vanessa said hurriedly, “I’m sorry; I’ll mind myself.”
“See that you do,” Carrie returned at her.
“So, Boss, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off. Sluts like you should be naked.”
“Yes, ma’am, we should,” Vanessa said with a sigh, and went quickly into the task of taking her clothes off. She was soon naked, totally naked now, and standing holding her clothes in her hands, waiting to be told what to do.
Carrie picked through the pile of clothes and picked out the panties. She examined them, turning them inside out and showed Vanessa that they contained, in the crotch, semen from her night.
“His?” Carrie asked.
“His,” Vanessa confirmed.
“Now, Boss,” Carrie said with almost a cruel quality in her voice, “Now it’s yours.”
As she said that, she rubbed the panties’ crotch around Vanessa’s face depositing amounts of the cum from the wet panties crotch liberally on Vanessa’s face. Vanessa gave almost a sob at that but it didn’t stop Carrie at all.
Carrie then reached down between Vanessa’s legs and began to rub her fingers into Vanessa’s pussy. She brought them out wet and covered with slime from John and her fucking, with goo from the sex.
She held up her fingers and began to rub the wetness, the slime, the goo all over Vanessa’s face, who received it with another sob. Then she presented Vanessa the fingers to lick off; Vanessa took Carrie’s fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. The look on her face, as she stared at Carrie was almost beatific.
“Shower now,” Carrie said, and as she said it, she spun Vanessa around and slapped her ass hard, telling her:
“March, Boss, shower.”
They went to the bedroom, and Carrie told Vanessa to dump the clothes on the bed, which she did. Carrie prodded Vanessa ahead to the master bath with another sharp slap to the ass. Vanessa made a noise in her throat but went to where she was told.
Carrie got the water hot enough and ordered Vanessa to get under it. She did.
Then, with Vanessa watching closely, Carrie shed her own clothes and stepped into the shower too.
Vanessa was struggling to say something but Carrie forestalled her:
“Say nothing at all until I’m done here, and then you may; I’ll tell you when. Now kneel, Boss!”
Carrie watched with satisfaction as Vanessa sunk to her knees. Carrie smiled a kind of superior smile, and she spoke to her kneeling Boss.
“When I turn my back to you, I want your head in place and your tongue active; I want you to lick my asshole; do you understand me?”
Vanessa shook her head ‘yes’, and Carrie slapped her face.
“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” Vanessa said.
Carrie turned with her back to Vanessa. The water was cascading down on both of them, as Vanessa leaned into Carrie. She let her hands snake around her secretary’s hips, and nestle in her pussy hair, as she began to lick from the bottom to the top, cleaning Carrie’s ass, as she’d been told. There was water everywhere, as she poked her nose and then her tongue and lips into the crack of Carrie’s ass. She pushed her tongue farther and farther up into the crack of Carrie’s ass, until she was forcing the passage of Carrie’s asshole with her tongue. Carrie bent from the hips to give Vanessa more room for her ass licking.
Then Carrie turned around.
“Open, Boss,” she said brooking no denial, “We’re almost home now.”
Vanessa smiled and opened her mouth wide, as Carrie put one leg over Vanessa’s shoulder and grasped Vanessa by the back of the head. She now had Vanessa’s face in place, and her mouth where she wanted it. In that position, Carrie began to piss in Vanessa’s mouth.
Vanessa gave a strangled cry in her voice and drank the strong liquid; giving in, taking it, and achieving a kind of contentment in the process.
The water continued to cascade down on them, when Carrie was finished. She pulled Vanessa to her feet and whispered into her ear:
“Here we are, my keen one, my beauty; here we are, where you want to be. Sing me your song, my beauty.”
Vanessa nodded then and began to speak a bit:
“Carrie, Carrie, you take me away so completely; the only thing missing was the pain.”
“Another time,” Carrie said, “Speak to me,”
Vanessa said closely into Carrie’s ear: “I was sexy, I was dirty, I was erotic, and I loved it. He didn’t have a chance.”
She finished with a wolfish grin on her face and her lips accepting Carrie’s in a kiss. Then Carrie cleaned her Boss up.
The rest was pillow talk. Vanessa gave Carrie the details. At times during the recitation, Vanessa simply slumped a little and placed her head against Carrie’s tits. She loved the sensation of the sharpness of the stiff nipples against her, as she snuggled.
She spoke about the arrival and how nervous John was, the new arrival and her giving John a blow job, the ride to the restaurant and the valet’s treat, the meal itself and her ‘flirting’ with the older distinguished looking man, taking off her panties in the ladies’ and flagging them at the same older man before giving them to John to hold.
She spoke with a giggle about stopping at the older man’s table to give him five seconds to feel her, and leaving the White Knights’ card. Her recitation of the ride home with its blow job, her walk up the lane leading to John’s house, and John eventually fucking her, was done with her face set next to Carrie’s face on the pillow.
“Ohhhhh,” Vanessa then squealed, “He gave me a tip!”
“A tip?!” Carrie said, wide eyed.
“Yes, it seems that they can do that. They pay the guys but can tip us.”
“Oh, get it, get it!” Carrie said enthusiastically, “I want to see; I want to see.”
Vanessa bounded out of bed; she stood in the moonlight totally naked for another ‘ta-da’ at Carrie.
Carrie said in a bitchy voice: “You’re going to pay for that one!”
“Hope so,” Vanessa said, sliding back into bed with the envelope.
They were both astounded that the envelope contained $200 in crisp new bills.
Vanessa quipped: “Hey, not bad; I mean, I’m in this for the sex but this isn’t bad at all.”
They settled down again and Carrie said to Vanessa, again head on pillow to head on pillow:
“Is it okay, Boss? Is it?”
Vanessa sighed and said: “I’m just not sure; I just don’t know.”
“Hey,” Carrie said then, “Work tomorrow!”
“This first,” Vanessa said as she snuggled down, the covers having been kicked back, and put her mouth on one of Carrie’s extended nipples.
“Yes,” Carrie said, “This first.” She lay there and let it happen.
They were up and out the next day on time, since it was a work day. It was novel for both of them to wake in bed with someone that they’d spent the entire night with. Vanessa woke first, stretched, and looked to her left, seeing Carrie there. Carrie had the covers shoved off of her and her nakedness could be seen down past her waist almost to her pussy. Smiling, Vanessa kissed Carrie’s lips, causing her secretary’s eyes to flutter open, and a smile of satisfaction to spread across Carrie’s face.
Carrie was off to her place, after a morning cup of coffee with Vanessa to get ready for work.
Vanessa wasn’t sure what, if anything, had to be done about her ‘date’ of the previous evening. She thought that she’d just wait. They were both into a morning routine, when Vanessa got an inter office phone message from Carrie:
“Vanessa,” she said, “Mr. Chris and Mr. Richard are here.”
“Oh, yes, Carrie,” Vanessa said, “Send them in and hold everything for a while.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Carrie said.
By the time Richard and Chris entered Vanessa’s office, Vanessa was already taking her suit coat off. They smiled as they entered and saw the assistant dean stripping just because they were coming into her office.
The two boys stood looking at Vanessa, who, clad now in her skirt, hose, shoes and a black lacy bra, came across the room to meet them. They stood and she moved to them.
When she got to where they were, she sunk to her knees and said a very soft, affectionate:
“Good morning, masters!” While she said it, she kissed the backs of their hands.
“Lovely transformation,” Chris Demming said. Richard grinned and nodded his head in agreement.
“Continue what you were doing, when we came in,” Chris ordered.
“Of course, sir,” Vanessa said, moving very,very quickly into her accustomed subservient role it them.
She reached behind her and released the button at the waist band of her skirt, and then unzipped the skirt, letting it cascade to the floor and puddle around her ankles. She retrieved it and walked with it to her desk to put the skirt on her desk with her suit coat.
She turned and raised an eyebrow to them in question.
Chris said softly: “The bra too; leave the panties on, and stand in front of the desk. We want to talk to you for a bit.”
Vanessa did as she was told, removing her bra and shaking her large tits free, letting them sway a bit. The movement and action caused her nipples to engorge and rise in excitement and anticipation.
Chris laughed: “Nessa, nessa, you are so transparent; even your nipples tell us how much you love to be dominated. Isn’t that true, Assistant Dean?”
“Yes, sir, it is true,” Nessa replied, “It is the trigger, the key almost; I love to be dominated, and am glad to acknowledge it to you. I hope you’ll let me prove it before you leave my office.”
“All in good time,” Chris said, “For now, call Carrie in here.”
Vanessa went to the inter office phone and called for Carrie to come into the room.
Carrie was struck by the incongruity of the scene, and the erotic beauty of it, when she found Vanessa, and Assistant Dean at the college, standing in her own office in front of two seated male students. There she was, the tall, well built black woman now naked except for her shoes, thigh highs and panties, while the boys were fully dressed. The scene fairly took Carrie’s breath away.
“Carrie,” Chris said, “Doesn’t our girl look lovely in those black panties?”
“Yes, Mr. Chris, she really does,” was Carrie’s almost breathless reply.
“Well, come around here, girl, where we can see you.”
Carrie nodded to him, said a quick: “Yes, sir,” and went to stand in front of them too.
“Now, Carrie,” Chris said, “Don’t you think that it’s improper for you to be dressed in such a chic fashion, when your boss is almost naked?”
Carrie jumped just a bit at the suggestion, she was deeply into her contemplation of the flatness of Vanessa’s tummy and the pussy that was barely hidden by her black lace panties.
She said quickly: “Yes, Mr. Christ, you’re right; I’m sorry not to have realized it myself.”
She quickly started to remove her own clothing then, until she too was standing in front of the two boys wearing thigh highs, heels and red nylon panties.
“You know,” Chris said, “As luscious as you two look, I think we need some harmony here. I want the two of you to be dressed in exactly matching pink panties with some lace on them by 11 AM. Do you both understand?”
Both women nodded and said an earnest: “Yes, sir,” to the demand.
Chris continued: “Carrie, I want you to go shopping this morning for you and your boss so that, when we’re back at 11 AM for an inspection, you’re both ready.”
“Yes, sir,” Carrie said, “I’ll do that.”
“Now about last night, nessa,” Chris continued, and smiled at the inquisitive look on nessa’s face. “You certainly get high, high marks for your date with John. He’s been raving about you. It seems that none of our confidence in you has been misplaced.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said simply, “It was strange, a strange feeling I mean, but I enjoyed it.”
“Well, it sounds like you did. But I have a few questions: did you and Carrie get together after the date last night?”
The women looked at one another a second or two.
“No lies here, or I’ll get angry, and I don’t think you’ll want that,” Chris said.
“Yes, sir, we got together last night,” nessa admitted, “Carrie spent the night at my house.”
“Ah, I thought as much; kind of helping you decompress from the date, I suspect,” he said then.
“Yes, sir,” nessa admitted, “She was wonderful.”
“Then tell me, Carrie,” he continued, “What you did to help her come out of it.”
“I . . .uh . . .I took her into the shower and kind of matched a new set of dirty things that would top the dirty things she’d done with John,” Carrie said simply.
“Oh, do tell,” Chris said then to her.
“I, uh, made her kiss and lick my ass crack and my asshole,” Carrie admitted, blushing now.
“Very creative,” Chris said then, “And?”
“And then I, uh, I pissed in her mouth!”
“My, my, so our nessa does that kind of thing with her secretary; do you, nessa?” he wanted to know.
Nessa didn’t hesitate the way that Carrie had: “Yes, sir, this nessa does those kinds of things with Carrie.”
“And what else?” he prompted.
“Before we slept, I ate her pussy,” nessa admitted.
“Anything else?” he wanted to know.
“Yes, sir,” nessa continued, “While I was eating her pussy, I had a finger pushed up into her asshole.”
“I bet you liked all that, Carrie, didn’t you?”
Carrie blushed again, as she admitted: “Yes, sir, I really, really did.”
Then Chris turned to nessa and asked her for a tube of lipstick. When she’d gotten it for him, he wrote on nessa’s stomach the word “Pussy Eater” in bright letters. It caused nessa to blush now. And on Carrie’s stomach he wrote “Pussy Eaten”. Carrie just grinned at this point.
“But before we leave there is one thing that we need to tell you, nessa,” he said in a business like tone.
“Sir?” she asked.
“You see, we now and again stage a little evening with a cat fight; just two of our girls going against each other. It’s quite a lark, and we normally get a good high paying crowd. We’re going to do that tonight. And the really good news is that you will be there fighting our reigning champ Millie Welty.”
Nessa just stared at them for a moment, letting the note sink in that she was being ordered to have a cat fight that night with someone that she really disliked for an audience of men.
“Oh, and one more detail,” Chris said.
“Sir?” she enquired trying to remain calm.
“The loser is given to the men in the room to use, about 20 of them.”
Nessa’s heart sank. Her fighting days were so long ago that she hardly remembered the ghetto and the fights and all. She just stood and said an automatic ‘Yes, sir.’
“Now, before we leave,” Chris continued, “Here’s one last decoration, and make sure these decorations are here for the inspection at 11 AM.”
“Yes, sir,” both women said in unison, causing the boys to grin at one another.
Chris then wrote the words ‘cock sucker’ over the tits of each of the women. When he was finished doing that, he nodded at the two women, who understood immediately.
Both Carrie in her red panties, and nessa in her black lace panties were quickly on their knees in front of the boys. Carrie took out Chris’ cock and lowered her head and mouth to the task of giving him a blow job, while nessa did the same for Richard Carr.
The boys left once their cocks were licked clean of cum and put away.
Both women just looked at each other for a moment before going into each other’s arms for a hug.
Carrie leaned back and said with the ghost of a smile: “Sloppy blow job, boss.”
As she said it, she licked some cum off of nessa’s chin. Nessa chimed in with an expected:
“Don’t call me boss.”
“Oh, what are you going to do?” Carrie wailed then.
“Try to remember my ghetto days and the fights I used to have; I was good at it once but those days are long past.” Then she continued on another thought:
“But hey, you’d better go shopping for us; you know my panties size?”
“Yes,” Carrie said, “You wear the same size 5 that I do.” Carrie left then to do the needed shopping, and nessa sat down to think a bit.
While Carrie was gone, the phone rang. Vanessa answered it herself.
“Vanessa?” the familiar voice said.
“Yes?” Vanessa answered.
“It’s me, Barbara Getty.”
“Yes,” Vanessa said in a kind of frosty voice.
“Vanessa,” Barbara continued, “I know we’ve never been the best of pals but the word is around among the girls that you’re one of us now.”
“Us?” Vanessa said trying to be obtuse.
“Vanessa,” Barbara urged, “There’s no time to get into this nicely; I know that you’ve been recruited by the Knights.”
“So?” Vanessa said.
“It’s just this, Vanessa,” Barbara continued, “I fought Millie the last two times and lost both times. I just wanted to tell you what she’ll do.”
There was a silence, so Barbara went on:
“The very first thing that she’ll do is try to rip off an article of your clothing. It’s intended to start you off startled. Once she has you off balance with that, she’ll get her hands in your hair. Don’t let her get that far or you’ll lose. She’s strong and fast. Her hair is short and can’t be pulled. I just wanted you to know. If there’s anything you can think of to do before she gets her hands in your hair, you have a chance.”
Vanessa’s voice had changed, when she asked: “Barbara, why are you telling me this?”
“Because,” Barbara answered, “The last two times I’ve been given to all those men for their sexual satisfaction and it’s no picnic; I’d just like to see her get her due once, and I’m sure you could do that.”
“Barbara,” Vanessa said in a soft and friendly voice: “I do appreciate this; it might help; I’m just not much of a fighter.” She struggled to put those ghetto days behind her and the fights that they used to have in the streets and alleys.
“Oh, I think you are,” Barbara said with some conviction, “At least I hope you are; I’m rooting for you.”
With a special word of thanks then, they rang off, leaving Vanessa to think some more about it.
Carrie came back shortly after that with the lunch sandwiches and two pairs of pink nylon bikini panties. Vanessa watched with a smile on her face, as Carrie pulled her skirt up and took her red panties off in favor of the new pink ones. Vanessa snagged Carrie’s red panties and held them to her nose, grinning at Carrie all the while.
Then it was her turn. She walked over so that she stood directly in front of Carrie and pulled her own skirt up. She skinned her black lace panties down her legs and stepped into the new pink, nylon bikinis. Now they did match.
Over their lunch they took time to talk about the phone call that Vanessa had had from Barbara Getty. Together they even worked out a plan. Carrie said that she’d go home with Vanessa to make sure that she was all ready for the night.
It was in mid afternoon that Carrie came over the inter office phone and told Vanessa that Mr. Chris and Mr. Richard were both back. Vanessa got up and went to the door. She opened it and greeted the two boys.
Chris smiled and said: “I am assuming that by now you’ve done what you’ve been told both of you.”
“Yes, sir,” both women said at one time.
“Good,” he continued, “We’ll give you 5 minutes to get into the inner office and get your clothes off so that you can show us. I’m counting now.”
Carrie scurried into Vanessa’s office, who had turned around and went quickly into the depths of her office.
By the time the two boys entered the office five minutes later, both women were standing calmly in front of Vanessa’s desk wearing only their heels, thigh highs and a pair of matching pink, nylon bikini panties. They had lace around the waist band and a panel of lace at the leg bands.
“Very nice!” Chris said, with Richard nodding his agreement.
“You two make quite a pair. But there’s something that Richard and I want to see for ourselves.”
“What is that, sir?” Vanessa answered uneasily.
“Into the bathroom and you can put on a show for us. We want to see exactly how you worked things out last night.”
The Assistant Dean and her secretary looked at each other. It was a sign of how these relationships were progressing that they never, ever thought of saying no. They simply trooped into the bathroom ahead of the two boys.
Once they got there, Vanessa began by kissing Carrie long and hard, with her mouth open and her tongue active.
The guys were smiling appreciatively. Then Vanessa sunk down to her knees and placing her hands on Carrie’s hips turned her secretary around until she was staring at Carrie’s ass cheeks directly.
Vanessa worked Carrie’s pink panties down past her ass and hips, kissing her with every movement of her panties. Finally, the panties were down to Carrie’s ankles and Vanessa leaned her head in toward Carrie’s ass, at the same time she used her hands to pry Carrie’s ass cheeks apart and began to lick up and down the outside of Carrie’s ass crack. Carrie began to groan.
The guys were silent but staring intently at the show that the women were providing.
Soon, Vanessa worked her tongue into Carrie’s ass crack; she licked up one side cheek on the inside of the cheek and then down the other, until she had buried her nose and tongue deep into Carrie’s ass crack.
The boys moved closer to watch as Vanessa used her tongue and spit on Carrie’s puckered asshole, trying to push her tongue into Carrie’s ass. She did succeed a bit in getting her tongue into Carrie’s ass before Carrie exploded with an orgasm, bucking up against Vanessa’s face, as she held onto her shivering and shaking secretary.
Vanessa sagged against Carrie’s ass waiting now for the next instructions from the boys who were so obviously in charge.
“One more act to play before we leave,” Chris said. Then turning to Vanessa he said:
“You, onto the toilet.”
“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said in compliance and moved in that direction.
Before she’d gotten there, Richard had taken the opportunity to put the toilet seat up, forcing Vanessa to straddle the toilet and hold onto the porcelain sides with her thighs. She strained to be in place.
Both women knew what had to be done. Carrie moved forward, still trying to think about last night. She snuggled up close to where Vanessa was sitting and straining to not sink into the toilet. She took Vanessa’s head and tilted it upward so that she could put her own hairy pussy up against Vanessa’s lips. Vanessa opened her mouth wide to accommodate Carrie’s pussy.
“Look at this,”Richard said with awe, “She’s the Assistant Dean and she’s about to let her secretary piss in her mouth because we told her to. How cool is that!”
Carrie concentrated to get this over. Soon enough she felt her flow coming and, holding Vanessa by the head, she began to piss in her boss’ mouth.
Vanessa’s sigh caught in her throat and she began to gulp to make sure that she didn’t lose any of the stream that Carrie was directing to the back of her mouth. It was all that she could do to manage it.
When Carrie was finished, Vanessa licked her clean, not having to be told to do so.
The guys actually clapped for the two women’s performance and moved into the office itself.
“Very nice,” Chris said.
Turning to Vanessa he said: “Don’t forget 8 PM tonight.”
“No, sir, I won’t,” Vanessa said, “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
“No, you won’t do that no matter if you win or lose tonight,” he said with a grin.
“And, girls, from now on, when we come into this office and do an inspection, I want you to be wearing matching panties. Understand?”
Vanessa said: “Yes, sir, understand.”
Carrie was a little slower with hers; she said: “Yes, sir but why, I’m wondering?”
“I’ll allow that, Carrie, because you’re not one of our girls; but the answer is easy: I’m telling you to do that because I can.”
With that the two guys stalked out of the office.
Carrie turned to Vanessa and said slowly: “Sorry!”
“Not your fault,” Vanessa said.
Then Carrie leaned in and licked Vanessa’s chin saying to her:
“You missed some, boss.”
“Don’t call me boss,” Vanessa intoned then and the shared a laugh and a hug.
By the time work was over that day, Vanessa was nervous about the coming event; she even hated to acknowledge that it was going to be a fight that she was going to be in.
She and Carrie went to her house. They took a short, black pleated skirt and cut it all the way up the side. Then they stitched it back together in a very loose and flimsy way.
Carrie said simply: “You have to wear a sweater that has a kind of a crew neck. That way the only thing that she can get a hold on to tear to get you off balance is the skirt and it will give way immediately. That’ll give you an edge right then.”
They kissed before Vanessa left, and Vanessa promised to call Carrie once the evening was over.
She met Chris and the other three in the parking lot of the building they were using. They told her that Millie was already inside. They went in themselves. Vanessa was nervous about the fact that there were about 20 men there all eager for what was about to happen.
Chris introduced the two women as Millie and Nessa. He asserted the rules that there were no rules, and that the loser was the private sexual property of the men that night. Then the told them to begin.
Mille was wearing workout pants, running shoes, and a tee shirt. Vanessa had chosen the black pleated mini skirt, a red sweater with a crew neck and sensible but heeled shoes.
As she suspected, and as Barbara had told her, Millie made the first move. She fainted at Vanessa and grabbed hold of Vanessa’s pleated skirt. It tore away with no effort at all. It left Millie holding the skirt and Vanessa still balanced.
The men reacted with pleasure as Vanessa was so quickly reduced to her pink panties. They cheered lustily.
It was then that Millie moved in with her hands raised to get a hold on Vanessa’s hair. It was the one thing that Vanessa had been thinking about all day.
And she remembered: she remembered the alleys, and the fights and the struggles for survival of that long ago settlement. When Millie’s hands went up for her hair, she brought up an unsuspected knee and caught Millie directly in the mid section with it.
Millie grunted and began to bend over but she was still alert enough to move to the side to prevent that knee from doing it again. Vanessa couldn’t believe her eyes; it was as though Millie was doing exactly what she wanted her to.
She sunk into a kind of place where instinct simply takes over. Millie’s movement had moved her into the path of Vanessa’s other knee, which came crashing to Millie’s mid section next.
This time Millie crumbled to the floor. Vanessa was on her in an instant. She had a belt around her waist, and used the belt immediately. She pulled Millie’s hands up in the air, and then her tee shirt and fastened her belt around Millie’s elbows immobilizing her hands and arms altogether.
Millie was on the floor struggling for breath. Vanessa bent down to her and one after another she punched Millie in the stomach, taking all of the fight out of the prone PE teacher.
Vanessa savagely grabbed Millie by the bra and ripped the bra off of her altogether. She held it up with a cry, to the delight of the men watching and cheering. Now Vanessa scooted down and grasped the waist band of Millie’s running pants and hauled the pants down her legs and off of her, taking Millie’s running shoes with them.
Millie was wearing pearl white, nylon bikini panties, which Vanessa now tore from her also, raising them as a kind of banner and waving them to the cheers of the crowd. She threw the panties into the crowd of men.
Mille was almost totally naked and her face was still covered. She struggled and then Vanessa hit her twice again in the stomach and made her stop struggling.
Vanessa grabbed one of the running shoes and sat on Millie’s thighs, pining the thighs and legs. She began to savagely beat Millie’s naked ass with the running shoes. She continued for the next 5 minutes as Mille howled.
Vanesssa got up and spun Mille over onto her back. “Spread your legs, bitch,” she growled at Millie. Mille didn’t react quickly enough so Vanessa took a swipe at Millie’s exposed tits with the running shoe. Mille howled again. Vanessa then noticed that Millie’s nipples were pierced. She grabbed one of the piercing rings and pulled Mille up by a nipple ring and her pussy hair.
Millie was crying and begging for mercy at this point. Vanessa shouted at her all the more:
“ I said 'Spread your legs, bitch.'”
Millie complied and Vanessa began to beat Millie’s pussy with the running shoe. Millie’s response now was to simply squeal!
The crowd of onlookers were delighted by the way the cat fight was progressing. They were now standing and cheering.
Vanessa continued to beat Millie’s inner thighs and pussy until she asked if Millie gave up. Millie said readily:
“Yes, yes, I give; please stop.”
Vanessa threw the shoe away. She released the belt from around Millie’s elbows and pulled the tee shirt over her head.
Vanessa threatened Millie only once, it was all that was needed:
“If you make a false move, bitch,” Vanessa said, “I will kick your white ass!”
“No, ma’am,” Millie said, loud enough so that all could hear it, “I’ll be good, I swear it.”
Millie’s face was strained with the pain and streaked by tears, her chin was shriveled with the effect of her crying.
“Okay, hands behind your head,” Vanessa ordered, “Let’s show the guys here those lovely tits of yours.”
Millie hastened to do as she was told, putting her hands behind he head, like a prisoner, and thrusting her tits forward. Her nipples, with their gold ring decorations, were swollen.
“Millie,” Vanessa said quietly to her then, “You look a fair treat. I’m sorry about this.”
Millie looked up at Vanessa with just a hint of wonder in her eyes, and shook her head ‘yes’, in acknowledgment of the implied kindness of what Vanessa had just done.
“Come on now, Millie,” Vanessa said with mock sweetness, knowing that the men were now on the edge of their chairs, “Let’s go meet your boyfriends.”
Having said that she slid her thin black belt through the loops of Millie’s nipple rings and began to use the belt as a leash to pull the defeated, naked woman forward.
The crowd was ecstatic! They loved the fight; they loved the sight of Millie reduced to tears and groveling, they loved the way Vanessa, herself clad in those sexy pink panties plus her sweater and heels, almost dragged Millie toward them. Millie scuttled along on her knees to keep up with the pressure on her tits from the nipple rings.
Vanessa got Millie to the edge of where the men were sitting and waiting for her. She turned to Millie then and whispered to her. Millie spoke up immediately:
“Gentlemen, I am Millie and I’m a naked cock sucker, and I’m your date for the evening, courtesy of Vanessa, my mistress!”
The cheer from the men then was deafening, as the men gathered around the still kneeling PE teacher, who knelt in the middle of them and opened her mouth for the first of many cocks that she’d have to entertain.
Vanessa walked away. She carried her black skirt with her, and was just about to gather herself to leave when a voice, a cultured voice said to her:
“And you’re a gladiatrix also! My, my, don’t you have talents.”
Vanessa turned and found the elderly gentleman from her restaurant date with John sitting and smiling at her. He was sitting in a special chair that had been brought in for him.
Vanessa grinned at him, and was, she realized, genuinely pleased to see him.
“Oh,” she gushed, “You’re here! It’s, uh, Mr. Constantine! It’s . . .it’s grand to see you; I apologize that I look like such a wreck but . . .” She trailed away.
“But, nessa, you were fighting for your honor and just seriously kicked some ass,” he finished for her.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, “That’s so.”
“Well, then, can I offer you a ride home?” he said next.
Vanessa colored just a bit, and said: “I’m really sorry to have to say ‘no’ but I have my car here.”
“No problem,” he said with the wave of his hand, “I’ll have one of my associates follow us in your car.”
“Lovely,” Vanessa said, and moved to pull her black skirt around her hips, though it was torn now and wouldn’t cooperate.
“Leave it,” he said simply, “It’s fine. I want you to know that I’ve paid your, uh, masters for your time tonight, so that this is all legitimate.”
“Oh,” she said simply, but then she went on, “I would have gone with you anyway, sir."
“How nice of you to say,” he smiled at her. Then one of his men brought a wheel chair that they put him in and took him to the car. Vanessa climbed into the car behind him. She stood bent over not sure exactly what to do next. He simply indicated the seat across from him.
He spoke up, as they began to move, once Vanessa had given the driver the directions:
“I admit, uh nessa, that I’m not much of a sexual being any more but I do love beauty and your sexual beauty is one of the most powerful that I have ever run across.”
“You’re making me blush now,” she said truthfully.
“Charming but you have nothing to blush about. Would you please indulge an old man’s fancy and remove your sweater?”
“Of course,” Vanessa crooned to him, pulling on the bottom of her crew neck sweater and pulling it over her head. She had worn a utilitarian bra for the fight.
“I’m truly sorry, Constantine, that I am wearing such shabby clothes tonight; I was dressed for the fight.” Her voice trailed away then.
“Not another word about it,” he said waving her hand. “Give me the sweater,” he continued.
She handed it to him and he folded it neatly, putting it on a pile with her skirt. He looked at her intently then and said nothing but smiled as she reached around to unhook her bra and hand it to him.
“So lovely,” he said in a dreamy voice. “The perfect woman; a lovely color to your skin, long legs coming out of a pair of exciting pink panties, beautiful tits with large dark, excited nipples; Ah, nessa, you are as close to the total package as I’ve ever seen. Please come closer, will you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, as she slid in her seat toward him.
“Call me Connie,” he insisted.
“Yes, Connie,” she continued, as she was now right in front of him.
“As I said,” he told her then, “I’m not much of a sexual man any more but there are things that I am simply pleased to do. You don’t mind, my dear?”
He had leaned forward and was groping with his mouth toward nessa’s nipple. She sighed a great sigh and pushed her tit into his face, and the nipple into his mouth. It wasn’t so much sexual as it was comforting. They drove through the night and she reveled in the fact that he was sucking on her nipples, one after the other.
As he did so, he let his hand creep toward her ass, covered by her panties and stuck his hands down inside her panties caressing her ass beneath the nylon fabric of the pink panties. It simply had Vanessa sighing.
“Give me your panties,” he said in a kind of choked voice, “I want to keep them until our next time.”
She smiled as she slipped the panties off down past her ass cheeks and thighs and held them out to him.
He smiled at her, motioning for her to sit back in her seat again, and said:
“There are other things that I’d love to do but not in a car, another time.”
“Another time,” she said quietly back to him. She genuinely found him charming and a lovely companion.
“I’ve spoken with your ‘masters’-----here he made a ‘quotes’ sign in the air to show his contempt for those about whom he spoke-----we will come to an agree
ment that I will have your company exclusively, while I am here, I think.”
“Oh,” she said happily, “I would like that, sir.”
“I’m glad,” was his response.
“But certainly, nessa, a lovely healthy woman like yourself must be brimming over with needs, after so strenuous an evening. Shall I make arrangements for one of my gentlemen to go home with you to allow you to let off some steam?”
She reached out and caressed his face, after he’d asked that.
“You are so sweet,” she said with conviction, “I really would like to try those ‘other things’ that you spoke about but please don’t bother about me, I promised to call my, uh, girl friend to end the evening.”
“Girlfriend?” he said with a grin, “How delicious, how unexpected.”
“Yes, I agree; she’s also my secretary/assistant and we’ve become very close.”
“Call her now by all means,” he said then, “I’ll be pleased to deliver you into her hands at your home.”
Nessa called Carrie, who picked up the phone on the very first ring. “Vanessa?” Carrie said with some worry in her voice.
“Yes, love,” nessa said, “The conquering heroine is coming home; getting a ride, as a matter of fact from my good friend Constantine, you remember from the restaurant.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” Carrie wailed, “Good for you, boss! I’ll be there, and I’ll thank Mr. Constantine for bringing you myself.”
“Don’t call me boss,” nessa quipped to Carrie.
“Yes, boss,” Carrie replied and hung up.
When they arrived at Vanessa’s place, Carrie was waiting.
“What will she do for you, if I may ask?” he said to nessa.
“I’m not sure,” nessa answered, “She’s the less dominate one but after these occasions she just takes me in hand and I do what she wants.”
“Delicious,” was his answer. Then he added, “I’ll be in touch with you for dinner very soon.”
“I’ll like that,” nessa said, and leaned in toward him. She kissed his cheek and then for one last moment, fed her tit and nipple into his open mouth. He suckled on it again with content.
“You do know how to please,” he said.
“Thank you, Connie; please call me; I’ll wait for it.”
“Oh, I will,” he assured her.
Carrie whooped as Vanessa came out of the limo naked except for her shoes.
“Hail the conquering heroine!’ Carrie said in triumph.
They embraced, and then went toward the limo door. Vanessa introduced Connie to Carrie, who bent to kiss his hand, and thanked him for taking such good care of her ‘boss’.
He replied that it was more than his pleasure, and he’d be in touch with them soon. Then he got the man who’d driven her car and they left the two women standing by Vanessa’s house.
“Well, look at you, boss,” Carrie said, running a hand down Vanessa’s back and letting it rest on her naked ass.
“Looks like you’ve been having a good time.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Carrie,” she answered, moving toward the house, “He’s so interesting. He also said that he’d made arrangements with Chris and the boys to have me as his sole companion, while he’s in town for about 5 days or so.”
“That’s cool,” Carrie said, “Takes some pressure off of you.”
“Yes, it does,” Vanessa admitted, “But tell me, what’s up now? And don’t call me ‘boss’.”
Carrie grinned at her: “I think that we’re going to plunk you into the bath tub and then put you to bed. A fight and a contact with Mrs. Constantine is probably enough for the boss for one night.”
Vanessa sighed, and put her head on Carrie’s shoulder.
“You a phenomenon,” she said, sighing again, “Last time you overwhelmed me with your dirtiness and captured my own sense of dirtiness; and now you’re surrounding me with your goodness. Wherever did you come from?”
“No matter where I came from,” Carrie replied, as they walked through the house toward the bathroom, “I’m here now but tell me, tell me about the big fight. Did you cream her?”
“Yes,” Vanessa smiled, as Carrie ran the bath water, “As a matter of fact I did ‘cream her,’; the fighting turned out to be a vivid memory from my formative days.”
Then turning to Carrie she said with conviction: “And no matter what they do to me, I will never fight for them again.”
“Okay,” Carrie said, “Into the tub and give me a blow by blow.”
By that time, Carrie had taken off her own clothes and wore only her version of the pink panties from that day.
“By the way,” Carrie said, “I went shopping so that we’d have panties to wear tomorrow and beyond.”
“Oh, you think of everything,” Vanessa said with a smile.
“I try,” Carrie said, “But tell me, tell me.”
Vanessa lounged in the tub, while Carrie bathed her, and told Carrie of the evening’s battle with Millie and how she’d done Millie in. She also mentioned that she apologized to Millie just before delivering her to the men.
In the office the next morning Carrie stalked around as if something were radically amiss. Finally, Vanessa, in almost exasperation, cried out to her assistant:
“What is it, Carrie?”
“Well,” Carrie almost exploded, “Where is the gestapo this morning? I mean, it’s a clear and provable pale blue panties morning, and no inspection team, no ‘get your clothes off and stand here so that the students can look you over in your underwear,' no, ‘now get on your knees and do your woman’s work, sucking out cocks!' I’m just saying ‘where is it?’”
By the time she was finished with her little speech, Vanessa was laughing:
“Maybe we shouldn’t say anything at all and just take a break from the morning meat parade today and be thankful about it.”
“Well, I guess so,” Carrie said.
Just then, they heard someone come into the outer office. Vanessa looked at Carrie with a rueful smile and said:
“See, sweet one, you shouldn’t have said anything; now we get to have the meat parade after all.”
“I’m sorry,” Carrie said with a real sense of regret as she went to the outer office to greet whomever it was.
In a few seconds, Carrie came over the inter office phone and said quietly to Vanessa:
“Ma’am, it’s Millie Welty to see you.
“Really?” Vanessa said not trying to disguise the surprise in her voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” Carrie said.
“Good, Carrie,” Vanessa said, “Bring her in.”
In a few seconds, the door opened and Carrie stood there with Millie Welty next to her. Millie was wearing a pair of running pants, a tee shirt and a running jacket over it. She carried a bag in her hand.
“Hi, Millie,” Vanessa said acting as calm as she possibly could.
Then Millie did something that surprised both Vanessa and Carrie. She simply took off her jacket and folded it on the floor next to her. Then, never taking her eyes off of Vanessa, she removed her running shoes and socks, next came her tee shirt, skinned over her head and added to the pile.
Vanessa broke in at that point: “Millie, you don’t have to do this!” she asserted.
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” was Millie’s simple answer.
She continued by pushing her running pants down showing a pair of white, nylon bikini panties that did almost nothing to hide her pubic hair. The rings in her nipples gleamed in the morning. Finally, the white panties were pushed down and off, Millie Welty stood in Vanessa’s office totally naked.
She then reached into the bag and brought out a dog collar. To the continued surprise of both women watching, she slipped the dog collar around her neck; she then pulled a dog leash out of the bag, and attached the leash to the collar. She handed the leash handle to Carrie and said softly:
“Take me to her, please.”
Carrie led Millie, who was now on her hands and knees crawling across the floor to where Vanessa had gone to sit in one of the office chairs in front of her desk.
When she reached the place where Vanessa was sitting, Millie bent down and, to Vanessa’s great surprise, took her foot out of her shoe and began to kiss her foot. She continued doing this, with the women simply looking on.
Millie continued to glance up at Vanessa as she sucked Vanessa’s toes into her mouth, and then licked along the length of the sole of Vanessa’s foot.
Millie looked up from the foot that she was making love to and said very clearly:
“Mistress, I love you! Let me serve you.”
Vanessa only nodded at that point. She spoke up to Carrie:
“Please close the office until we’re finished here; but come back.”
Carrie did as she was told, and when she came back, the scene had changed just a bit. Millie had lifted the hem of Vanessa’s skirt and was now planting kisses just above Vanessa’s thigh high stockings. Vanessa had her head thrown back just a bit.
Millie was crooning as he kissed and worked: “So nice, so nice, so tasty, so lovely, my Mistress.”
The kisses then ranged higher, and Vanessa moved her hips so that Millie could push her skirt all the way up to her hips. Millie now had her face and lips buried in the crotch of Vanessa’s pale blue bikini panties.
Mille cooed to Vanessa at that point: “Will you stand please, darling Mistress?”
Vanessa rose to her feet with Millie holding the skirt above her hips in place; then Mille was pulling Vanessa’s panties down to give her lips access to Vanessa’s pussy with the hair growing back. She stuck her nose and lips into the pussy fold and licked up and down.
Vanessa was panting at this point. Millie scuttled around to the back, and got a huge sigh from Vanessa, as she pried Vanessa’s ass cheeks apart and inserted her nose and lips into the crack of Vanessa’s ass. She stabbed at Vanessa’s asshole, and then licked alternatingly. She forced her tongue up inside Vanessa’s ass, while her hands were out front working on Vanessa’s pussy.
Finally, Vanessa exploded in an orgasm, clutching Millie’s face to her ass and holding her hand over top of one of Millie’s hands.
Vanessa’s legs were shaking then, and Millie said in a kindly voice: “Please sit, Mistress.”
Vanessa sat now with her panties and skirt in place.
Millie turned at a movement to her side only to find Carrie there with a moist wash cloth and a towel. She smiled and thanked Carrie and proceeded to wash her face. When she was finished, she turned to Vanessa one more time and kissed her foot again.
“Thank you for letting me do that to show my devotion,” she said with sincerity.
“You are welcome, Millie, I’m sorry about last night.”
“Please say nothing,” Millie said, “Only know that I love you.”
Millie turned to Carrie then and said: “Please take me back to my clothes.”
Carrie led the naked PE professor, via the leash, back to her pile of clothes. When she got there, Millie dressed and, before leaving the office, actually curtsied to Vanessa. She left.
Vanessa just sat there. Carrie expostulated a loud: “Wow!”
Vanessa agreed with her: “Wow indeed! And unexpected.”
“You’re like royalty now, I guess,” Carrie said.
“A lot of good it’ll do me,” Vanessa said ruefully, “The inspections will probably begin again tomorrow the boys’ ‘panty and blow job shows’ in the assistant dean’s office.”
Then she added, “Well, as difficult as it may be, it’s back to work now.”
It was only a little later that the inter office phone rang and Carrie said quietly to Vanessa:
“Mr. Constantine van Dyn is here to see you, Ma’am.”
“Oh, how nice,” Vanessa gushed, “Bring him in please.”
She was on her feet advancing toward the door to greet the elderly gentleman, as Carrie brought him into the room.
“Mr. Constantine,” Vanessa said with genuine warmth, “How nice to see you.”
“My dear,” he said taking her hand and kissing it, causing her to blush, “You have no idea how nice it is for me to see you; both of you!”
“Yes,” Carrie said with some relief in her voice, “We thought you were the inspection team.”
“Carrie!” Vanessa said,
Carrie answered nevertheless: “Well we did.”
“The inspection team?” Constantine asked with great curiosity.
“It’s this way,” Vanessa said with a sigh, “But I hate to get you involved in our petty problems.”
“You are my friends,” he said, “That makes me already involved.”
“Well,” Vanessa continued, “Every morning two of the boys show up here for an inspection. I don’t know if they inspect everyone but they certainly do inspect me, and now Carrie.”
“Inspection?” he asked politely.
“Yes, Chris Demming said that we two would have to wear matching panties every day; if we missed a day, one of us would be beaten savagely. Since then we’ve complied.”
“You have?” Constantine said with a grin.
“Yes, but you see it’s our problem not yours, sir.”
“I think it’s a marvelous, a delicious idea,” he said with a grin, “I think the boys are bores and bullies that need to be dealt with but in this instance they had a great, great idea.”
He finished grinning from ear to ear.
Vanessa then simply looked at Carrie and said quietly: “Carrie, can I talk to you for a minute in here?”
The two of them went into the room next door, which was the bathroom. In just a few moments, the door opened and with a loud mutual ‘ta-da’ the two of them stood in the doorway wearing only their heels and their matching light blue bikini panties.
Constantine laughed and clapped for them. “I thought you were going to do a song and dance,” he said, “I was sure that I was in for some ‘All That Jazz’.”
Without hesitating or even talking to one another, they broke in to a line from the song “All That Jazz!”
Constantine was clapping and laughing again. “I don’t know, I just don’t know,” he said to them, “But I haven’t had this kind of fun for years and years. The two of you are one of the greatest finds imaginable.”
“Thank you, sir, thank you” Vanessa said, making no movement to put any clothes on but rather sitting in one of the available chairs, while Carrie took the other.
“What is the reason for the pleasure of your visit, Constantine?” Vanessa asked.
“Oh,” he began, “I’ve arranged with your ‘masters’ to have you for my escort for the next five days, until I have to leave town.”
Vanessa smiled, she said: “How nice; I’ll love that.”
“And,” he continued, “The arrangement is that during that time period, they will simply leave you alone, both of you. Thus no inspection.”
“Oh,” Vanessa replied, “But we are having an inspection and one that is just lovely beyond words.”
“Thank you, Vanessa,” he said, careful to use her full name. “Can I count on you for dinner at the Weston at 8 this evening?”
“Yes, sir, of course,” Vanessa said, “I’ll be there.”
“No, no,” he continued, “I’ll send my car for you.”
Turning to Carrie he said: “And will you join us one of these days, maybe the day after tomorrow?”
“Gladly,” Carrie said.
Then he smiled at Carrie and said: “I’ll deliver her back to you in lovely condition.”
“You’re a gentleman, I trust that you will,” Carrie said.
He got up to leave, and Vanessa interrupted him:
“Constantine, you know that a blow job is a normal, usual part of the inspections.”
He smiled, and said: “Yes, I do; but maybe some other time. We older men don’t need that kind of stimulation often.”
With a kind of sob in her voice, Vanessa almost threw herself onto him, clasping him in her arms.
“You’re too too good by half,” she said, sobbing.
“Please, my dear,” he said soothingly, “We will, after all, work this out. You’ll see.”
“Thank you,” Vanessa said, as he left.
When he’d gone, Carrie popped through the door and spread her arms, instinctively Vanessa joined her in the phrase from “All That Jazz.” It left them both giggling.
“Oops,” Vanessa said, “Better get dressed; work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Carrie said, “But nice for you with dinner to come with him.”
“Yes, indeed, nice!” Vanessa sighed.
After work, Carrie went to Vanessa’s house to help her get ready for the evening. Vanessa took a bath, with Carrie fluttering around as a kind of bath attendant. Vanessa luxuriated in the feeling of having Carrie bathe her. They had a conference about what Vanessa should wear for the evening, and decided on a simple black frock. It came several inches above Vanessa’s knees, and was accompanied by smokey black thigh highs, a lacy black bra and black panties.
“Divine,” was Carrie’s assessment, when Vanessa was all ready.
The car was on time, as they expected. Carrie kissed Vanessa’s cheek, and Vanessa promised to call her, when she was coming home.
They dined in Constantine’s suite at the Weston. It was a lovely large suite, and the food that he’d ordered for them was wonderful.
The two of the settled down to talk, once the dinner was cleared away by Constantine’s ‘man’ Alfred.
“Tell me, if you will,” Constantine asked, “Just how these boys got women to be their ‘stable’.”
“Well,” Vanessa said, “It’s fairly embarrassing; it shows a kind of side of me that is really less than admirable.”
“My dear,” he replied to her, “I sincerely doubt that.”
“Thank you, Mr. Constantine,” she said with conviction, “You make me feel so nice; it’s hard to describe.”
“No,” he came back at her, “That’s only because you are. But tell me.”
Vanessa then went into the story of her own ‘initiation’ into the ranks of being a sex slave for the White Knights. She gave him the details of it. She made the comment that they had reached, in her, and played on a kind of deep need for sexual submission.
She was crying, by the time she’d told that part of the tale, the blackness of it again all around her.
He gave her a handkerchief, and said quietly: “Your being disposed that way is not the issue and can be a truly positive thing in a relationship; the issue is that they have behaved toward all of you so badly! I mean! Beating you into submission and keeping you there through threats.”
Vanessa had calmed down by then and apologized for losing her control.
“Never apologize for being as sensitive as you are with me please,” he said to her.
In reply she kissed his hand, smiling at him broadly.
“There is something else; I’m afraid,” she said then. “I hesitate to tell you; I know you’ll think less of me for it.”
“Listen, Vanessa, my dear, you have been made a kind of dupe by these boys that used almost unspeakable methods to get you under their control. This is not your fault or the fault of your love of submission, as you term it.”
She continued then to the part of the story of the ‘initiation’ concerning the Hernandez brothers and the dogs. When she was done, she was crying outright giving in, finally, to all of the darkness.
He simply went to her and surrounded her with his arms, and let her cry.
“Your reaction to that kind of stimulus, after all that beating, is neither here nor there; their culpability is the issue.”
He waited until she was calmed down to continue.
“That’s the story, Constantine,” she said, “I’m sorry that it’s so sordid.”
“Not a bit of it; you’ve met people who have been ready, willing and able to take advantage of you, that’s the issue here. I refuse to think of you as anything but the lovely, wonderful woman that you are. Why don’t you go into the bathroom now and fix yourself up. Come out when you’re all ready.”
She kissed his hand again, and went to the bathroom.
After just a little while, she was ready and came out of the bathroom, only now she was dressed only in heels, thigh highs, and black lace bikini panties.
“Mmm,” he crooned to her, “Look at you now! Now let’s talk about that submissive side of you that was mentioned.”
She smiled at him: “Constantine for right here and right now you are my knight in shining armor; you simply are.”
“Come and sit by me,” he said to her.
She snuggled on the couch near him, smiling at him.
“Gorgeous,” he said absolutely gorgeous.
“Tell me what you want,” she fairly cooed at him; “Tell me and I will certainly do it.”
“What a lovely prospect,” he said in return with a smile on his face. “At my age a great many of the stimuli are no longer as important as once they were. But I would love to watch a gorgeous, mature woman like you play with herself and bring herself to an orgasm.”
“Hmmm,” she said back to him, “You think of such wonderful things.”
She stood up than and faced him, standing directly in front of him, as she pulled her panties down past her hips and completely off.
“Would you please hold these for me, sir?” she asked politely.
He took the panties from her and held them to his nose, sniffing them with a certainly glee, as he never let his gaze stray from her.
She settled down at the end of the couch. She raised her left leg so that it was bent at the knee, and the let her right leg drape off of the couch. She began a slow progression with her fingers then. They began with her sticking a finger from each hand in her mouth to wet it. Then the wet fingers went sliding down the front of her stopping only when they had reached her nipples. These she circled, leaving wet marks, and causing the nipples to respond and stand out even more than they are currently were.
Constantine watched her with a contented look on his face, as she played with herself. Her fingers continued their journey then down the panel of her belly and began to delve into the cleft between her thighs. She ran fingers up and down the outside of her pussy lips. At first she used both fingers with one doing one side of the pussy and the other doing the opposite side. But then she shifted her hips a bit, gave him a sly smile and snuck one of her fingers into the cleft of her ass cheeks, seeking her asshole. The other finger continued its journey around and into her pussy.
Her head was back now; her mouth was open; her breath was coming in hard and fast rasps. She used her hands, her fingers faster and faster at their destinations. Then she felt a mouth at her nipple. It sent a shock, a thrill all the way through her and she bucked and writhed into her orgasm, as Constantine continued to suck a her nipple, biting them ever so slightly.
Her eyes opened again, when the shuddering orgasm was finished, and she smiled at him an openly sexy smile. He was grinning back at her.
“Please tell me what I can do for you!” she almost pleaded with him.
“I’m just not sure, my dear,” he answered, “It’s like being the kid in the candy shop at a time when you just don’t need as much candy. But if you’d like to sit . . .”
She picked it up from him: “Where do you want me, love?”
“Here on the table,” he said a kind of strain in his voice.
She moved then to sit naked on the table, her long thigh high clad legs dangling from the table edge. He simply moved his chair so that he could sit between her outstretched legs, and lowered his face to the wetness of her pussy.
“Oh, you wonderful, wonderful man!” she said breathlessly, as he began to lick at her pussy lips and seek out her clit with his tongue.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she chanted as his lips found their goal, and one of his hands went back with an outstretched finger to seek out the same goal between her ass cheeks that she had previously sought. He worked on her, with her until she was flailing around on the table and coming again with panting and groaning.
“Ohhhhhh dear,” she wailed, “You know how to treat a woman.”
When he was finished, and she had calmed down a bit, he gathered her back to the couch, and cuddled her into him. She sank into him, molded into him with a quiet abandon.
It was only a bit later that she roused herself, looked at him and kissed him quietly.
“Thank you, Constantine,” she said, “It’s been such a grand evening. I hope we can do it again. You said the day after tomorrow again.”
“Yes,” he replied, “It’s not even polite for me to tell you that you need to see me every night because I’ve paid those boys off. Will you go home to Carrie now?”
“Yes, she’ll be waiting; does that bother you?”
“No,” he said with quiet conviction, “It’s such a lovely thing that you have so warm a home coming waiting for you.”
“You lovely, sweet man!” she said, kissing him again.
“My dear, you made an old man’s evening!” he smiled back at her.
“Oh, I’m so glad,” she said with real conviction.
“I’m going to have Alfred drive you home now, and I’m going to bed.”
They kissed as they parted, and Alfred took Vanessa home. She called Carrie on the phone so that Carrie would be waiting for her.
The two women processed the evening via their pillow talk that evening. Vanessa was pleased, and Carrie was pleased that Constantine had been so good to the ‘Boss.’
Chapter 5
The next morning began in the office as a slow kind of morning. It was about 9:30 AM, a couple of hours after they’d started, that Carrie called Vanessa on the inter office phone telling her that Mr. Constantine was there.
Vanessa met him at the door with a smile and a quick kiss. They were both smiling at seeing each other.
“It was my intention to not bother you today,” he said gallantly.
“But today is . . .it’s a beige day,” Carrie burst out saying.
“Beige?” he asked, and then he smiled and sat, while the two women piled into the bathroom. He was grinning outright, when they came out wearing heels, stockings and beige panties, panties that matched each other. They threw their hands in the air, as they had yesterday and paraded around the room for his pleasure. They had him laughing at their antics after just a little bit.
“What you said last night about not taking up all my time was wonderfully gallant,” Vanessa said to him, “But Carrie and I would like to invite you to dinner tonight as our guests. I mean, no paying the going rate to the boys; just you and us.”
He laughed, “I’m not sure that I can handle the two of you for an evening but I’m sure willing to try.”
Carrie clapped and cheered, and Vanessa grinned. They made their arrangements for Alfred to pick them up at 7:45 PM, and they insisted that they were indeed paying for the evening.
In preparation for the evening both of the girls took pains to be dressed in as sexy a fashion as possible. They were going to go all out as his escorts. He whistled softly, when Alfred brought them, and joined them in the limo grinning.
“Where to, girls?” he wanted to know.
Vanessa gave instructions and they were off for their evening on the town.
They regaled each other during dinner with tales of their lives and the time slid by very quickly. He was having a last glass of wine, and asked them what else they had in mind for the evening.
Vanessa blushed and hesitated but Carrie was more forthright:
“Mr. Constantine, we thought that if we could go back to the Weston with you, we’d like to have you watch us make love.”
“Ohhhhhh dear!” he said a startled but pleased look on his face. “You do know how to treat an old man right. Let me get the check.”
“No,” Vanessa said, “This is our treat tonight.”
“Well, well,” he commented, “A kept man!”
They got to the Weston suite and settled down, chatting for a while. After a bit, with a bright look on her face, Vanessa asked Constantine:
“Constantine, are you ready for the evening’s entertainment?”
“Of course,” he said with a huge grin; “Two beautiful ladies at my beck and call; it way beyond wonderful.”
Carrie looked at Vanessa and and said coyly: “Ain’t he sweet?”
“Verily, he is,” Vanessa said.
“Verily?” Carrie said with wide eyes.
“Don’t start with me, missy,” Vanessa shot back at her.
“Yes, boss,” Carrie said with a smile.
“Don’t call me boss,” was Vanessa’s expected next remark.
Then she continued: “Hey, let’s go and get ready for the great man.”
They began to walk together toward the bathroom. But Constantine’s voice stopped them:
“Look, girls,” he began.
“Girls?” Carrie said with giggle, and both Vanessa and Constantine ignored her.
“Look, girls,” he then continued, “I really, really like the ‘All That Jazz’ routines, especially in your office but I am a man who is visual in his old age. So, don’t deprive me of the pleasure of watching you take your clothes off.”
Vanessa smiled at him and said: “Of course, you’re right.”
Turning to Carrie she said: “The man wants a show and the man gets a show.”
Carrie went and sat with Constantine, snuggling against him, while they both watched Vanessa unzip her dress to below the waist. Then she held her arms up in the air and shimmied in a kind of dance, as the dress floated to the floor. Carrie whistled and Constantine clapped.
Vanessa stepped out of the dress and put it aside; she twirled around and in the process had her bra removed. She ended in front of Constantine and shook her loosened tits in his face. He managed to grab one of the tits and feed the nipple into his mouth.
She then backed off and, bringing her foot up onto the couch between his legs stripped off one stocking and then the other. Finally, she put her back to him and, wiggling her ass in his face, peeled her panties down and off.
Constantine and Carrie were left clapping in appreciation.
“Up and at ‘em!” Vanessa said to Carrie, taking Carrie’s place with Constantine on the couch. She snuggled her nakedness into him. He responded with a smile, as he took one of her tits by the nipple and began to caress the nipple.
“Pinch a little,” Vanessa whispered to him.
“Hey, no whispering,” Carrie said as she strode to the middle of the room.
“Your boss asked me to pinch her nipple a little,” Constantine said.
“Yes,” Carrie said with some conviction and a smile, “The boss is a pain slut for sure.”
“Hmmm,” Constantine said, pinching the nipple and sending a shiver up and down Vanessa’s spine.
At that time, Carrie moved toward where they were sitting; she unzipped now and shimmied out of her dress. She put it aside, and leaned in, releasing her tits too, to kiss first Vanessa, an opened mouth kiss, and then Constantine.
Before she dealt with her stockings, Carrie also took hold of Vanessa’s other nipple and pulled on it a little; then she twisted it and pinched, watching Vanessa’s face all the while. Vanessa had her head back and her eyes closed from the delicious pain in the nipple. It also caused her to groan.
Vanessa opened her eyes and smiled at Carrie as she stood in front of her and Constantine. She reached out for one stocking and rolled it down and took it off; then she treated the other stocking in the same way. It left Carrie with only a pair of panties on.
Vanessa smiled up at Carrie, and over at Constantine, and reached for the waist band of Carrie’s panties with her teeth. Carrie grinned. Constantine sighed.
Vanessa began the process of tugging Carrie’s panties down and off with her teeth. It was slow going but she got the panties down beneath the swell of Carrie’s ass. She stopped long enough to plant a kiss on Carrie’s naked ass, turning her around then to plant a kiss into her pussy hair.
At last, Vanessa had her head almost on the ground, as she tugged the panties loose of Carrie’s feet.
Carrie settled back on the arm of the couch with Vanessa still in front of her on her knees; she lifted a foot into Vanessa’s face, and smiled at Constantine, winking at him in the midst of the smile.
Vanessa took the foot, as she was supposed to do. She licked the outside of Carrie’s toes and then licked her way down the sole of Carrie’s foot.
“Oh my!” Constantine said as he watched.
Vanessa took Carrie’s toes into her mouth then and began to suck on her toes. She had her eyes lifted constantly up to Carrie’s eyes, and Carrie alternatingly smiled down at Vanessa and then over at Constantine, who paid strictest attention.
Then Vanessa worked on the other foot in the same fashion. When Vanessa was done with the other foot, she licked her way up the back of Carrie’s thighs.
Carrie moved so that she was standing immediately in front of Constantine now. Vanessa halted, when her tongue bathing of Carrie got to the edge of Carrie’s ass cheeks.
“Next, my darling?” Vanessa said breathlessly.
“Next, boss, you lick my asshole!”
“Yes, ma’am!” she said meekly, “The boss will lick your asshole next.”
Constantine sighed at this development, and watched intently, as Vanessa used her hands to pry Carrie’s ass cheeks apart and plant her mouth, tongue and nose into the cleft of Carrie’s ass.
The sounds for the next five minutes were wet and sloppy. Vanessa licked the sides of Carrie’s inner ass cheeks, she licked up and down past the roseate bud of Carrie’s asshole. She invaded the asshole with her tongue. Carrie was groaning now with the job that Vanessa was doing. Carrie reached her hand out and held Constantine’s hand as Vanessa continued to bathe her asshole with her tongue.
“Bedroom, bed,” Carrie managed to say.
She took Vanessa by the hand with one hand and Constantine with the other. In the bedroom, Constantine lounged on the bed and watched as the two beautiful naked women settled down next to him on the bed. They arranged themselves so that Carrie’s head was near his feet and Vanessa’s head was next to his head.
Both Vanessa and Carrie began to eat each other’s pussy. The sounds again were wet and sloppy. Both of them alternated between eating pussy and licking the other woman’s asshole, and ass cheeks.
Constantine leaned over and stroked Vanessa’s cheeks, as she ate Carrie. She moved her mouth from Carrie’s mound and kissed Constantine’s fingers. Then Constantine stuck a finger into Carrie’s pussy, causing her to writhe and buck against the invading finger. He slipped the finger out next and pushed it into Carrie’s asshole, causing even more movement. Next he leaned down and kissed Vanessa’s wet face. Turning his face then he used his tongue on Carrie’s upturned ass, as Vanessa used her tongue on Carrie’s pussy.
This was too much for Carrie who with a groan and a barely stifled cry, launched into her orgasm. As she did, she clamped her mouth down on Vanessa’s pussy and clit bringing her along with her.
The three of them rolled a bit and lay on the bed exhausted from their effort.
Finally, Constantine was able to say: “You two have provided me with a simply lovely night. But, darlings, it’s late and I’m old. I’ll get Alfred to take you both home.”
It was Vanessa who spoke next: “Constantine,” she said quietly, “We have a favor to ask of you.”
“Yes?” he asked, smiling down a the two of them.
“Can we sleep with you? Please?”
“Me here?” he asked in a kind of astonished voice, as though it had never been a logical thought for him.
“Yes,” she said, and grinned, “You’ve heard of it being so cold that you have a ‘two dog night’ well this will be your ‘two naked woman night’.”
“My god what a lovely suggestion,” he said, “It just never occurred to me that you’d want to. Will you wait while I get ready?”
“We’ll be here,” Vanessa said.
He used the bathroom and emerged wearing pj bottoms. The girls went into the bathroom and cleaned up. They came back out naked.
Vanessa said: “Look, Constantine, no nighties only naked girls!”
Then they went off into their ‘All That Jazz’ routine for him, and finally ended up in the bed. He snuggled down in bed with a naked woman on either side of him. He could turn one way for a kiss from Carrie, and the other for a kiss from Vanessa.
As he lay there smiling, Vanessa moved up a bit and, when he opened his eyes, he simply saw her tit. He opened his mouth and sucked her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it for a bit, falling asleep in the process.
They were up fairly early the next morning, since it was a work morning for all three. There were kisses all around, as Alfred took the girls home, once they’d had a touch of breakfast.
Vanessa and Carrie settled down to the office work, once they had arrived. They were all grins for each other that morning, being very pleased with themselves.
A few hours later, Carrie notified Vanessa via the inter office phone that Mr. Constantine was there.
“Oh,” Vanessa said, as he and Carrie entered the office, “Is it review time?”
“As much as I’d love that, my dear,” he said, kissing her cheek, “I have a business appointment this morning and I have simply no time. I hope you’ll forgive me and save the ‘review’ for later. Which brings me to the reason for my visit:
“Can I take the two of you out to dinner, as a partial thanks for last night and as a last little gathering of our band before I have to leave town tomorrow?”
Vanessa looked fairly stricken: “You’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” he answered, smiling ruefully. “I have business to attend to in Houston that won’t wait, I’m afraid.”
“Of course,” Vanessa said with a bit of a forced smile, “We know how busy you are.”
She paused then and said quietly: “Oh, Constantine, forgive me my crazy emotions; it’s just that I’ve, we’ve enjoyed your company so much these past days. I don’t mean to be selfish.”
“Well, thank you for the emotion,” he said caressing he cheek with his hand. “But dinner?”
“Yes,” Vanessa said, looking at Carrie, who was nodding ‘yes’ also. “Dinner and?”
“Well, the review and the ‘and’ we can fill in later, I believe!”
“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said, “As you wish.”
Constantine smiled at her very broadly, and said to her: “Thank you for these days, beautiful lady,”
Vanessa kissed his hand, with tears standing out in her eyes.
“Can I have Alfred come for you two this evening at about 8 PM?”
“Lovely idea,” Carrie said, “We’ll be ready, won’t we, boss?”
“Yes,” Vanessa said, and added: “Don’t call me boss.” They all laughed at that.
Carrie went to her and held her then. She cooed to Vanessa: “It’ll be all right; you’ll see, it’ll be all right.”
“Yes, I know it wasn’t ‘normal’, she sighed, but I don’t want to go back to our ‘normal’; you know: morning inspections, blow jobs, all of it.”
“We’ll find a way out,” Carrie assured her.
“You think so?” Vanessa asked.
“Yes, I do,” Carrie replied, but inwardly she wasn’t hopeful.
But they got to put it all off for one more night. There was at least that much. The two women were ready, when Alfred came for them that evening. They each wore different colored pleated mini skirts that evening, and over blouses.
“Almost different colored twins!” Carrie remarked to Constantine.
“Almost simple beauty in two different forms,” was his reply.
“Gallant!” Vanessa said to him with a twinkle.
Then she added: “But the review and our night together? Plans?”
“Well, yes,” he said, “Some tentative plans based on some of the things that went on last night. Please be assured that in refusing me there will be no repercussions on our friendship.”
“Gee,” Carrie said, “You make it sound dire.”
“Sorry, I don’t mean to,” he answered them, “It’s just that it is a kind of off beat request.”
“Well,” Vanessa replied, “We’re friends and adults, tell us what you have in mind.”
Constantine looked at the two of them with a smile and a gleam in his eye and said:
“I would dearly like to watch Carrie spank you with a whip of some kind; I’d like to see the marks, the stripes, I’d like to hear the sound of the whip landing on your lovely skin. I’d like that.”
Carrie was wide eyed and managed only to say: “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Vanessa stared at Constantine and Carrie for only a few moments and said very quietly:
“Constantine, Carrie, I’d like that too.”
“Lovely,” Constantine said.
They finished their dinner with a definite tension in the air. Vanessa felt like she was being looked at and looked over in a different capacity. She felt this night much more like ‘meat’ for the two of them. And, she discovered, she really liked it.
On their part the other two were already looking ahead to the encounter that would come.
They went to the Weston after their dinner. They sat for a little bit to get settled and talked with one another.
Finally, Vanessa said: “You two, I am at your service.”
“Good girl,” Constantine replied. “Here’s what we need. Tonight, for now, I want only you, Vanessa, to be naked. You are the prey here. We are the ones who will use you as we see fit.”
Carrie nodded.
“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said simply, “Yes, ma’am,” she added.
Constantine added: “You know that we love you enough that no real harm will come to you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I do, she remarked. “But I am yours tonight to do with as you wish.”
“Good, then get into the middle of the room and take your clothes off; I want you to show in your manner and your gestures that you are the subservient one here.”
“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said, going to the middle of the room, as she was told.
“Shall I begin to strip, sir? Ma’am?”
Carrie shook her head ‘yes’, and Vanessa did as she was told.
She stripped slowly, and asked permission at each state, with each article of clothing.
Constantine said with a sigh: “Enchanting!”
“Yes,” Carrie murmured, “The bitch certainly knows her place. Don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” Vanessa answered with her hands poised to unbutton her skirt. She let it flutter to the floor in a pile. It was taken from there and place with the rest of her clothes on a chair.
Now she stood in the middle of the room in her stockings, heels and panties. She wore white stretch lace bikini panties and her pubic hair was already filling in again.
“Next, ma’am?” Vanessa wanted to know, showing that it was obvious that Constantine wanted Carrie to ‘run’ this event.
“Heels, stockings,” Carrie said, “And be quick about it; we don’t have all night here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Vanessa said, a she peeled off the stockings and deposited them on the clothing pile. It left her only in her panties.
Carrie then spoke to her in a quiet but deadly voice:
“So, slut, do you get to keep your panties on?”
“No, ma’am,” Vanesssa hastened to reply, “No, this slut doesn’t.”
Constantine was bright eyed and engaged in the scene that they were playing out.
Now Vanessa stood in their midst totally naked, absolutely naked.
“Do you know what’s next, slut?” Carrie asked her boss.
“Yes, ma’am, this slut is going to be beaten.” Vanessa answered.
“Good girl,” Carrie said, “Do you like the idea?”
Vanessa spoke quickly then: “Yes, ma’am, this slut like the idea of the beating and the pain.”
“Good, then crawl to our friend Constantine and thank him for this opportunity and then ask me to begin the beating.”
Vanessa was on her hands and knees quickly, crawling to where Constantine was sitting and watching intently. She kissed his hand and said to him quietly:
“Thank you, Mr. Constantine, sir, for this opportunity to serve as a pain slut for you.” She leaned in and kissed his hand. He caressed her hair with his hand then.
Now she crawled to Carrie; again she kissed her hand, and said in a trembling voice:
“Miss Carrie, ma’am, your servant is ready for her beating; would you please help me here by using the whip on me? Would you please?” There were tears on her face as she said it.
Constantine was on the bed watching, watching.
Vanessa bent over from the waist to make her ass available to Carrie, who had the whip. She kept her eyes focused on Constantine all the while.
The first blow of the whip was severe. Vanessa could hear it whistling through the air and was somewhat prepared but not fully. She grunted with the pain, the burning pain in her ass cheeks that it left.
Then Carrie let her have another, and another. After the slow start with the first three blows from the whip, she laid it on to Vanessa constantly. Vanessa’s ass was red from the blows and the tears were running down her face.
Soon she was blubbering incoherently but then something happened to stop the entire proceeding.
Constantine said in a kind of strangled voice: “Vanessa please come here.”
Vanessa looked up and made a kind of surprised noise with her mouth. Carrie stopped what she was doing.
Constantine’s cock was sticking up out of his pj’s straight and rigid.
Vanessa went scuttling to him, and cried out: “Oh wonderful, Constantine, my darling,” she cooed, “Can I have that? Can your Vanessa have that.”
“Please,” was all that Constantine could manage.
Vanessa swooped her head down and encompassed the large cock with her mouth, eliciting a loud sigh from Constantine.
“Not for years,” is what he said, as Vanessa bobbed her head up and down on his cock. “Not for years,” he repeated.
Vanessa moved then with speed to get up onto his lap and sit on the stiff prick, establishing a fucking motion that was spreading absolute joy on Constantine’s face.
It was just then that Carrie entered the picture, now naked too, feeding a nipple into Constantine’s mouth. As she sucked on her nipple, he moved his finger and entered her pussy with it, seeking her clit.
The next five minutes were frantic until they all collapsed in a heap, holding on to one another.
They were quiet for about ten minutes, when Carrie raised her head:
“Constantine,” she asked in a quiet, almost little girl voice, “You’re leaving tomorrow; can we please stay?”
“Of course, you can stay,” he said with a smile stroking Carrie’s cheek and Vanessa’s hair. “You’ve treated this old man so well that I’d like nothing better.”
Vanessa sighed and settled down. Once again they were on either side of Constantine surrounding him with their warm nakedness. They hardly moved that night.
Early in the morning again they were up and out. Constantine was solicitous of the way that Vanessa felt:
“Are you sure that you’re alright, my dear?” he wanted to know.
She leaned in and kissed him for the question, and assured him that she was indeed all right and that next time she’d use the whip on Carrie. They all laughed at that.
Carrie said: “It’ll be my pleasure, boss.”
Vanessa quipped: “Don’t call me boss.”
Their work load was medium that day. There were morning meetings that they attended to and then, after a brief lunch, they settled down to the afternoon’s business.
About an hour after lunch, Carrie announced that Mr. Constantine was there.
Vanessa greeted him to the door. “How nice of you to stop to say ‘good bye’ to your girls,” she said to him.
“Well, I am doing that,” he admitted, "But I do have one item of business that I need to talk over with you. The business is pressing and will have me off this afternoon yet to Houston. I’m afraid that there’s no time for an inspection.”
“Drat,” Carrie said, “just when I’m not wearing panties at all.” They all laughed at that.
They sat in the office chairs with a small table in front of them.
“This is it,” he began. “I would like to employ you, Vanessa, as my agent to conclude the business that I’m setting here and in Houston.”
Vanessa looked interested and nodded for him to continue.
“You see,” he said, “I’ve purchased the assets and rights to the 'White Knights’ Society', and I intend to dissolve it. The gentlemen themselves, will be already moved to Houston, where I have agreed to set them up in one of my businesses there that will prove very lucrative for their future.”
Carrie and Vanessa looked at one another dumb founded.
He continued: “You, Vanessa, as my agent, will meet with the so called ‘girls’ in the White Kights’ so called ‘stable’. I have settled the assets of the company on those girls. You will find in here checks, cashier’s checks for the sum of $20,000 each for their trouble and humility. There is one there to for you.”
Vanessa’s eyes were now brimming with tears. Carrie held her hand.
He continued: “Part of what I want you to do, as my agent here, is to distribute these checks to the girls and also distribute the photos, and video tapes that I’ve brought with me. There are no other copies of these to be had. When I do business, I do it well and completely. I’ve made sure that there are no other copies, and the boys know what will happen, if they cross me in this.
Now Vanessa was crying. He held one of her hands, and Carrie held the other.
“I have taken the liberty to contact the Hernandez brothers and they are aware of this transaction. They are holding back no resources about this also. I have assured them also of other future employment, and will deal with them.”
He turned to the weeping Vanessa, there were tears also in Carrie’s eyes by then, he asked simply:
“Will you discharge this for me, Vanessa?”
She was in the chair with him instantly:
“Oh, Constantine, how much of the very best you are! I’m sorry that I’m all weepy here but I’m weeping for myself. These days have been so nice for me, for all of us, and now this! Of course, I’ll be your agent.”
“Good,” he said struggling with himself just a bit. “I have a check here for you to compensate you for acting on my behalf in this. I’m really, really sorry to be in haste but I have a meeting in Houston that I must get to. Will you forgive me for leaving so abruptly?”
Each in her turn embraced him and kissed him, as he took a reluctant leave of them.
When he was gone, they were silent only moment, and then they were dancing and embracing each other. They looked at the envelope that Vanessa had and saw that it contained a check for $75,000. Vanessa simply had to sit down, and she wept again.
They convened the meeting of all the women in Vanessa’s office later in the afternoon. Carrie had made the contacts personally. All the assembled women were wondering what it was all about.
Vanessa spoke to them. She said that she had news that concerned them all. All of them, she noted, were involved directly, except Carrie, who was there as her assistant.
She told that Mr. Constantine van Dyn had bought up the entire operation of the “White Knights Society.” There was deadly silence with that announcement.
Then Vanessa continued, telling them that she was in fact acting as Mr van Dyn’s agent in this business. She asked Carrie to pass the envelopes around, telling the group that these envelopes contained check that represented the assets of the “White Knight’s Society” and that those assets were being shared equally among them.
Now there was pandemonium, when the women saw the size of the checks in the envelopes. But Vanessa held up her hand, and silence rained once more.
Vanessa went on telling them that all the photos and videos that had been taken of them during their time with the ‘White Knights’ were being returned to them with Mr van Dyn’s assurance that there were no copies left over floating about. She also assured them that the Hernandez brothers were aware of this, and had surrendered any materials that they had.
The women were invited to remove the box containing her own material from the stack of boxes that were assembled.
The pandemonium returned to the room. It was broken after just a bit by Millie Welty, walking over to Vanessa she said, with obvious tears on her cheeks:
“Vanessa, you did this for us! I know it; I don’t know exactly how, nor do I care but you did this.”
Saying that she threw her arms around Vanessa, and was soon joined in the piled up hug by Carrie and all the other 8 women in the room.
The all stood talking with one another briefly, when the business was finished. They finally, with a last round of hugs, left.
Vanessa sat down; she looked over at Carrie, and said:
“It’s over; all of that is over. It’s almost worth losing the company of that wonderful man just to have it over. I mean, the inspections, the blow jobs on demand, their attitude. Pinch me, Carrie, these kind of things don’t happen; just pinch me.”
Carrie stood up and said: “I’ll do better than that, boss.”
Vanessa said: “Yes, today you can call me boss!” They both laughed.
“Come into the bathroom with me.”
Vanessa followed her with a questioning look on her face. Carrie produced a bottle of liquid.
“I knew that I’d need this and today is the day. So, turn around, boss, up with the skirt, down with the panties and let me see that lovely round, brown ass of yours.”
Vanessa looked at her questioningly but did as she was told. She ended up leaning against a counter with her skirt around her hips and a pair of yellow panties around her ankles. Her ass was sticking out into the room.
Carrie bent over and kissed Vanessa on the ass. “Lovely,” she said. Then she used an applicator and the lotion that was in the bottle and, as she applied it and rubbed, the black printing on Vanessa’s ass, put there for the ‘White Knights’ disappeared.
“Wow,” Vanessa said, “Talk about losing your history.”
“No,” Carrie said with vehemence, “Vanessa, this only removes the fantasy. It’s gone but always available. You can always call the fantasy back to enjoy it, to embrace its wonderful, sweet darkness. Because, Boss, the fantasy is not you! You only have access to it and it never, ever has to dominate you. You get to shut it up somewhere in a room or a mental closet until you’re ready to trot it out and enjoy the sensuality of it again.”
Vanessa wept, and clung to Carrie.
“Oh, Carrie,” she said, “I don’t know what I would have done in all this without you; I just don’t know.”
Carrie stroked Vanessa’s hair, and said: “Boss, you never need to find that out, as far as I’m concerned.”
Vanessa looked at Carrie brightly:
“Hey,” she said, “I’m rich, dinner is on me! Let’s celebrate. We’ll even raise a glass to our departed friend. Where shall it be? What shall we do first? How about a vacation for the two of us?”
“Hey,” Carrie said with a laugh, “Slow down; first things first. But the very first thing that I’d do, if I were you . . .”
“Yes,” Vanessa asked eagerly.
“Is to pull up my panties! I mean, some of us love the sight but people will talk.”
“Smart ass,” Vanessa quipped at Carrie, as she did what she was told, pulling her yellow panties up into place.
“There better?” she wanted to know.
“To tell the truth,” Carrie said, “No, it’s not but you’re much more proper now.”
“Shall we go now? Or clean up first?” Carrie wanted to know.
“Let’s only clean up here and then go; I mean, I don’t have any writing on my ass, and I want to celebrate that.”
They went out and had their celebration, a lovely dinner with wine to drink. Then they ended up at Vanessa’s place to make a night of it. There wasn’t so much passion that night because they were so tired from the sweep of events. They slept naked but arm in am.
The office ran pretty quietly for a few days. There was a slow but steady stream of women, from among the ’10’, who came in to express their thanks for any thing that Vanessa might have done to help them out of their situation. Vanessa was always gracious and truthful.
It was a few days later, when Carrie came on the inter office phone to Vanessa:
“Vanessa,” she said with a kind of shaky voice, “Uh, Alfred is here to see you.”
“Alfred?” Vanessa said non-plussed, “You mean Constantine’s Alfred?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Carrie said politely. From her use of ‘ma’am’, you could tell that she was excited or upset by the call also.
Vanessa met Alfred at the door. He was as polite as he was every time they met.
“Ms Vanessa,” he said cordially, “How nice to see you again.”
“Alfred,” Vanessa said, “It’s a true treat. But Constantine? He is okay isn’t he? Has something happened?”
“No, ma’am, Mr. Constantine is just fine; he sent me to ask if you and Ms. Carrie would join him for dinner tonight. He’s on his way in a day or so to Europe for an extended stay and wanted to see you first.”
Vanessa got on the phone and called Carrie into the office. She told Carrie what Alfred’s message was. Both women were pleased to say ‘yes’. Alfred promised to pick them up at Vanessa’s at 7:45 PM.
The found him that evening at a restaurant that they’d used before. It was a very fond, cordial greeting that was shared among them, when the women came in.
Constantine glowed with the pleasure of seeing them again. They sat down to glasses of wine, and Constantine assured them that the business with the ‘boys’ had gone well. Vanessa gave him her ‘report’ about the liquidation of the ‘White Knights’ Society’. He thanked her and indicated that maybe a bonus would be in order for doing the work so well, and quickly.
“That’s hardly necessary, Constantine,” Vanessa said, “Not after what you’ve done for me . . .for us.”
He set his wine down and gazed at the two women at the table with him. Then he spoke:
“It’s time for me to stop being a coward and speak up here. It’s because I, of all people, am nervous that I sent Alfred around to invite you.”
“Oh,” Carrie said, “We thought you were afraid we’d insist on an inspection and do our “All that Jazz” number again. This interrupted the conversation, as all three of them broke into a laugh.
“I assure you,” he said, “Nothing would please me more than a review.”
“Play your cards right, big boy,” Vanessa said with a swagger. They grinned, and she continued: “But we’re being rude; you have something to say and we’re running off at the mouth. It’s just that we’ve missed you, is all.”
“Thank you,” he said, “And I’ve missed you, both of you. But let me get on with this. I assure you that I am a man whose judgements are sound. I make, at times, quick judgements but they are always based on an estimation of persons and character that has never let me down, and has helped lead to my position in the world.”
He hesitated then but finally smiled at them both, but especially at Vanessa; he continued:
“Vanessa, I would like to ask you to marry me.”
Reactions: He was on pins and needles; Carrie simply covered her mouth with her hand; Vanessa dropped her fork and it clattered to the floor.
“Constantine?!” she said slowly but with great emotion, “I . . .I . . .I . . .”
Carrie spoke up like a sprite hovering over their shoulders: “Say ‘yes’, boss; say ‘yes’,”
Vanessa quipped at her quickly: “Don’t call me boss!”
Then to Constantine she said very seriously: “Constantine, do you really mean this?”
“Of course I do,” he said. “I haven’t been so happy in a long time, as I’ve been these last number of days. And there’s one more part of this that I have to ask.”
“Yes,” Vanessa said.
He turned to Carrie and said: “I’d like to hire you to be my wife’s companion and secretary. We’ll of course provide living, and traveling expenses and say a salary to start of $100,000.”
Carrie squeaked at that point. But it was Vanessa who jumped into the conversation.
“Constantine, of course I’ll marry you; nothing would give me greater pleasure.”
“Not even me?” Carrie asked with a grin.
“You’re asking for it!” Vanessa said to Carrie with a grin.
“Gee,” Carrie continued, “I seem to remember which hand held the whip last time.”
Vanessa smiled and blushed then.
Constantine spoke up: “I love you two; I love you, Vanessa madly, but the two of you are like a constant roman candle about to go off. Let’s have a few minutes peace from ‘All that Jazz’ and get this straightened out.”
Vanessa spoke up and said: “Of course dear!”
Carrie was about to speak but Vanessa held up a finger saying:
“No, no, I’m the wife, you’re the help!”
Carrie hooted. It caught the attention of two couples at a nearby table. Carrie trumpeted to them:
“He asked her to marry him, and she said ‘yes’.”
The couples from that table gave their congratulations and Constantine insisted on a bottle of champagne for them and for him and the two women to celebrate.
Vanessa suddenly spoke: “Oh, Constantine, I think I’m going to cry!”
And she did. He moved his chair around to put an arm around her and let her weep.
She finally spoke up: “Constantine, please believe me this isn’t about money.”
“No, no, my dear,” he said, “I’ve thought this through, when I pass on I will make sure that you inherit half of my assets.”
Vanessa cried again then. Now Carrie was consoling her also.
Finally, Vanessa pulled herself together and asked him: “But what now? I mean how do you want to proceed?”
“Easy,” Constantine answered, “We’ll do it this week, and then, I can put my plans off for a bit. You two get ready to travel and we’ll spend some ‘honeymoon’ time at our villa in Venice.”
Carrie hooted again: ‘At our villa in Venice.”
They were married two days later. It was a quiet ceremony but Vanessa was attended by Carrie and 8 other happy women.
They went to the Weston that night, the three of them again. It was late; they were tired. They talked for a bit but not long.
“It’s time for this old man to turn in,” Constantine said.
“Well, I’ve got a treat for my husband,” Vanessa said.
“Yes,” he said with some anticipation.
“Well, did you know that Carrie and I do a number from “All That Jazz?”
“Why I never would have thought it!” he said with a grin.
They went into the bathroom and came out booming their number. They wore only matching pink panties for the ‘show’.
When it was over, Constantine was applauding and laughing.
“Now,” Vanessa said, “The next marriage surprise.”
“And that is?”
“We’re going to have a ‘two dog night’ here. Both of the smiling women stripped off their panties and climbed into bed with Constantine. He had one naked woman on either side of him.
“Well isn’t this grand!” he said into the dark. “I hope this isn’t the last time.”
“No,” Vanessa said, “This is the norm for us. But we’ll learn another number from ‘All That Jazz’ for you soon."
“I can hardly wait,” he said but his words were cut off by Vanessa feeding her left nipple into his mouth.

The End.

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