Lyn is Invited to a Party

Friday rolled around and Lyn did not know what to expect. The kids had dinner and were off with their friends. Mark had called a half-hour earlier and mentioned that his trip was extended for another few days through Tuesday. So Lyn waited with some apprehension but hoped that tonight was a legitimate event.

The doorbell rang bringing Lyn out of her hypnotic state. Lyn answered the door and delivery of a package in brown paper was handed to her by a delivery woman. She signed for it and closed the door.

Lyn took the anonymous package to the kitchen table and opened it.

On top of the white wrapping paper was a sealed, engraved invitation. Underneath the invitation was a beautifully tailored gray pinstripe business woman’s suit.

Lyn opened the invitation.

The invitation read: “You are cordially invited to a professional get together at the Club. Enjoy an evening of drinks and friendship with some of the areas most successful men and women. In honor of the event, we have provided your attire for the evening. A limo will pick you up promptly at 6:45 PM this evening. Please be ready. See you this evening.”

The invite did not indicate who was hosting the event.

Lyn showered and primped herself for the grand evening. She noticed that everything was thought of for her to wear. In the box were black three-inch heels, black thigh-high stockings, a black thong and matching bra, and her beautifully tailored pin strip gray suit.

Lyn dressed herself in front of her full-length mirror admiring her own body. The clit ring glistened in the light from the overhead lights. Lyn ignored the clit ring and continued dressing, feeling the clit ring rub against the thong.

Lyn pulled on the thong, admiring her shapely hips and the lips of her pussy. Her breasts stood out without any bra, strong and muscular. She put the bra on anyways. It is business attire and braless would be less than business attire. The thigh-highs were rolled on ending two inches below her crotch. Lyn looked in the mirror and enjoyed the reflection.

Lyn put on the cream colored blouse, buttoning down the front, tucking it into the gray pinstripe skirt. The skirt was an inch or two above her knee, much more conservative than the mid-thigh skirts that she normally wore.

The heels were three inches, black, and accentuated the legs that were developed and maintained thanks to the Nordic Trek. The final piece of the ensemble was the suit jacket. The jacket was gray pinstripe and ran down as far as her mid-thigh.

The doorbell rang precisely at 6:45 and Lyn was ready. She grabbed the small bag that was in the box, closed the door behind her, and headed down the walk to the limo.

Lyn glanced at Diane’s house but is looked as though no one was home. Finally, Lyn thought, I can get away from her for awhile.

Lyn got in the limo and the driver told her to relax. “A martini awaits you mam in the fridge to your left,” the driver announced.

Lyn opened the fridge and took out the martini mix and poured herself a drink. She enjoyed the drink as the limo drove around town as they headed to the country club, or Club, as mentioned so frequently by the folks in town.

They arrived at the Club and the driver opened the door for Lyn. She stepped out into the entrance, her long legs, shapely in her black thigh-highs, catching the driver’s eye. Lyn was escorted by a different receptionist to a private party room in the Club. She looked around but recognized no one.

“If you are wondering where all the familiar faces are, we are the weekend, catering staff. The regulars have the night off,” the receptionist explained.

The receptionist held the door open and Lyn entered the room. There were a dozen other’s in attendance all smartly and professionally dressed.

The room was large but separated by large white wall dividers that were eight feet high by ten feet across. They almost looked like screens for a movie but there were no projectors present. There were four chairs in a semi-circle in front of each of the white wall dividers. There were also twelve chairs in the back of room, six on each side of a raised platform, or what appeared to be a stage, that was about twenty feet long and ran from a green curtain into the room.

Lyn looked around the room. All of the people wore business attire, were drinking what looked like to be martini’s, and some were deep in conversation not noticing anyone that came or went into the room. The background music was soul and Lyn was trying figure out the artist.

“Marvin Gaye, Let’s Get It On,” someone mentioned to Lyn. Lyn turned and saw a stunning African woman. “Hi my name is Tanya,” as she introduced herself to Lyn.

The two began chatting about the event but neither could understand their invite or the purpose of the get together. Lyn looked around with her new friend, Tanya, but did not recognize anyone immediately until she looked at the martini bar and saw Martha.

Lyn moved over to Martha, a look of concern on her face.

Martha was bubbly and happy to see Lyn. “Lyn you look lovely and radiant. How have you been?” Martha asked a somewhat stunned Lyn. Martha was wearing a canary yellow suit with white stockings and white shoes with three inch heels. Her dark brown hair looked lovely against the yellow material.

Martha turned to face Lyn. Lyn leaned over to Martha’s left ear and asked, “Are you okay?” The last time I saw you, you were, uh…” Lyn’s voice trailed off.

“Yeah sucking a big dick and getting fucked,” Martha said so easily.

Lyn was taken back by the nonchalant attitude of her acquaintance. Tanya, standing on Lyn’s left, cast her eyes to the floor, not acknowledging or responding to the remark. Lyn was moving closer to Martha to ask her what was going on when a gong sounded.

As the gong sounded, the crowd, a mix of men and women, moved to the chairs around the raised platform and took their seats. The other four ladies, Lyn, Martha, Tanya, and a new comer, Sue, remained standing next to the martini bar.

Tanya was wearing a long black and white strapless dress that came down to just below her knees. Her dark hair was long and cascaded over her bare shoulders providing a striking presence with her near six foot slender frame. Her perfect breasts were like Lyn’s; they required very little support to stand up.

Sue was wearing a beige business suit. The white blouse could barely contain her 38 D’s and she was having trouble keeping the suit coat buttoned at the waist. Her matching skirt was riding a bit higher than anyone else’s and a hint of the top of her stockings could be seen when she moved her arms upward.

All four ladies were about to pull the chairs over from in front of one of the screens but they met Vicky. Vicky was the Mistress of Ceremonies. Vicky was wearing a black evening gown that contrasted so nicely with her auburn hair.

“Ladies, I am so sorry but there was a paperwork mix up when the packages were delivered to each and every one of you,” Vicky began.

“Your documentation should have stated that you are part of the hosting team for this evenings get together and will be modeling your attire to these professional women. If you notice, all of you are strikingly beautiful and truly stand out from the ordinary housewife or soccer mom. You have been requested to show your style and stuff to these nice ladies and gentlemen who can only dream and fantasize to have bodies, charm, and style like yours,” Vicky delivered to the four unknowing women. The hook went into the water.

Two of the ladies had a secret to share with the other two. Both Lyn and Martha saw each other naked with Martha performing sex acts in front of a naked, pierced Lyn.

“I need you to sign the model runway release forms. It’s clear in black and white, so review, read, sign, and hand them back to me,” Vicky let the line and bait out a bit more trying to catch all four at once.

Martha, being a bit tipsy, took the pen and signed without reading. Tanya glanced at the document and signed, smiling, as she handed the pen and form back to Vicky.

Lyn and Sue were a bit more cautious. Vicky knew to be a bit craftier with these two. She heard these two would be looking for a trap.

Sue was the first to raise a question. “What does the statement, ‘exclusive rights to image?’ mean?”

Vicky responded with a reassuring smile, “Some of these women may want a photo of the suit or blouse and skirt that you are wearing or whatever,” Vicky responded trying to be as vague and ambiguous as possible with emphasis on the word whatever.

As Sue and Lyn asked questions, Martha and Tanya were guided behind the green curtain and given their runway instructions by Jill.

Lyn asked if they were obligated in any way to do this or if they could leave.

“If you look on the second last page, third paragraph, you will be paid a sum of $5,000 for this evening’s hosting session,” Vicky pulled on the line a bit more to bring in the big one.

The smaller fish, Sue, had signed as Vicky and Lyn looked over the fine print. Sue was now behind the green curtain with Martha and Tanya.

The hook was dangling in front of the big fish and Vicky went for the catch: She handed Lyn a Mont Blanc pen and asked her to sign.

Without saying a word, Lyn signed. Vicky smiled and was happy to bag all four of the prey.

Vicky took Lyn by the elbow and guided her behind the green curtain to hear the instructions from Jill.

“Ladies, you made a great choice to help us host our professional wear and accessories at the Club. These men and women on the other side of the curtain are looking for great business attire and accessories. Some are suburbanites with kids like us and others are true professionals, focusing on their careers. They are interested in the outfits so please do not speak or converse with them unless they ask you a direct question,” Jill continued her instructions.

“Keep in mind that these people are from all over the region and country. They have paid in excess of $10,000 each to be at this exclusive event so please respect their privacy and wishes,” Jill concluded her instructions.

The music grew louder and the bass line deepened. Vicky’s amplified voice could be heard making the introductions but the words could not be clearly heard through the green curtain. Jill parted the curtain slightly as Vicky began Martha’s introduction.

“Our first outfit is brought to you by Martha. Martha is wearing…” Vicky continued to explain the cut, color, style of Martha’s outfit. The green curtain drowned out the rest of Vicky’s description.

Meanwhile, backstage, the other three were busy primping themselves in front of the mirrors, not hearing a word that was going on out front.

Tanya mentioned that Martha was out for a long time. Jill explained that she had to walk among the ladies so they could see touch the suit and material. Occasionally some laughter would sneak through the green wall.

Martha knew what to expect. She was given the option by Diane to perform at either the men’s party or the jack and jill party. Martha had already experienced one of Diane’s men’s parties but not a jack and jill party. So, she opted for the latter.

Martha had walked down the runway, turning her five foot seven, 140 pound frame in front of the women. Martha had the jacket off and dropped it in the lap of one of the women. She was handed a $100 bill.

Another woman three $100 bills and Martha swayed over to her. This woman grabbed at the skirt and it fell away to the stage floor leaving her in white bra covering her breasts, white skimpy panties, white garters and stockings with her three inch heels. Martha shoved the $300 into her panties with the other $100.

As Martha began to work her magic on the runway, Jill took Tanya aside. “Tanya, as part of this evening’s hostess program, you are required to perform special services for our guests.”

“I know,” Tanya acknowledged. “You mentioned that we need to walk through the audience and let them look over the suits and accessories. No problem.”

As Tanya said the words, ‘No Problem’, Jill clicked on the screen in front of them and brought up the blackmail pictures that Diane had taken during a particular steamy session between Tanya and her attorney.

Jill provided a narrative discussing the scenes but did not know how the pictures were obtained hiding Diane’s involvement with this event. Diane did not want to be ‘outed’ as being the driving force behind this blackmail and that Poonnanies is associated with them in any. Well, not just yet anyways.

“You must have really enjoyed the fun in the parking lot,” Jill began the photo tour of Tanya and the parking lot get together with her lover.

“I especially like this one,” Jill gushed. It was a picture of the beautiful woman sucking the dick of her friend, about seven or eight inches in length, all the way down. The entire cock-sucking series should Tanya’s adept skills at deep throating a dick. The last four pictures showed the man shooting his load on her face and her licking it up, her tongue stretching and reaching for her protein snack.

“Just how do you take a monster like that all the way down your throat?” Jill asked trying to coax a response from Tanya.

Jill continued to hit the next button in the blackmail photo essay. The next set of pic’s showed Tanya riding that her boyfriend on top of a secluded picnic table. Her boyfriend, was lying on top of the table. The river could be seen through the trees and shrubs. Tanya was working his cock inside of her and rubbing her clit.

“Do you enjoy masturbating Tanya?” Jill asked.

Tanya stared at the screen.

“Tanya, you better pull yourself together because you are up next,” Jill started to prep Tanya for her fifteen minutes of fame on the runway. “It would be a shame and a tragedy if these pictures, or whoever took these filthy things, a video, ever got out into the community or worse, your family.”

With another click of the mouse, Jill had the meeting room on the screen. Tanya looked at the screen amazed.

Just a few minutes ago, Martha was with the other ladies fully-clothed and chatting about their experiences at the Club, playing golf, and the beautiful clothes the Club provided. Now she was having her bra unclipped and her breasts were swinging freely and being felt by a man and a woman.

Martha danced for the other men and women. A man in a conservative dark blue business suit held up $200. Martha shimmied over and turned her back to the man. His female companion reached up Martha’s back and unclipped her white bra.

Martha held the bra up with her hands on her breasts, the straps falling down her arms. Martha turned toward the couple and squatted before them and slowly lowered her arms and hands between her legs, letting the bra fall into the man’s hands.

The woman reached up and slowly began to massage and rub Martha’s breasts. The conservatively dressed man began to lick and suck on her boobs. This went on for three or four minutes with the other ten people clammering for Martha to do more.

After the two had played with Martha, another couple’s and singles began waiving more money. Martha moved to the other side and grabbed $200 that was being waived at her by a woman that appeared to be in her mid 40’s.

“Are you shaved honey,” the fortyish woman asked Martha.

“Give me the $200 and you’ll find out,” Martha replied.

Martha stood with her back to the woman facing the couple that just had played with her boobs and invited the fortyish woman on stage with her. The woman climbed up the twelve inch riser.

Martha swayed her hips back and forth to the music, her hands in her dark brown hair.

The woman got behind Martha and placed her hands on Martha’s breasts and slides them down to the panty and garter tops. She moved her hands to Martha’s sides and began to push them down Martha’s hips, slowly ever so slowly The other eleven people were screaming to pull them down, pants her, and strip Martha.

In one push, the woman pushed them down, pulling the garter clips away. Martha’s ass was beautiful and the woman caressed the round glute tissue. The couple on the other side stared at Martha’s crotch.

The woman began to turn Martha around, the panties and garter just above Martha’s knees. As Martha turned, the woman noticed a complete brown bush. The woman dipped a finger into Martha but was instructed by Vicky to remove it since she only bought the panties and garter and not a fingering.

Reluctantly, the woman removed her finger, licking and sucking it.

Martha was now down to her stockings and shoes and $800 richer.

A man and women near the green curtain held up a $1,000 bill. Martha nearly tripped over her feet to meet them passing by others with several hundred dollars in their hands.

The man rolled the $1,000 bill into tight spiral and handed it to his female partner. Martha danced before them gyrating her hips, turning her body, shaking her breasts, and pushing her ass out in their direction.

Martha went for the collection of her debt from the two. She moved toward them and squatted in front of them, her arms out, palms up and shaking her breasts, her legs spread open in the squatting position. Martha’s pink labia minora were visible through the brown hair.

Martha was excited and it showed. Her slit was glistening with her wetness. The woman took the rolled up $1,000 bill and slid it into Martha’s pussy. The woman pushed the money deep into Martha using three fingers.

Martha sat down on her haunches and began to play with herself for the couple and those next to them. Martha pulled out the $1,000 bill with her fingers, all of her fingers. The six people on that side of the runway hooted and applauded Martha for her work ethic and the fisting exhibition.

Martha took the $1,000 bill and put it into her mouth, allowing it hang from the corner of her mouth like a cigarette. She dropped from her haunches and sat down on the runway, legs spread wide and hanging over the edge, allowing them complete access to her hairy charms.

The man in the business suit moved his chair into position and began to eat her out, flicking his tongue on her clit, and finally burying his face in her unshaved pussy. His wife, began to lick and suck Martha’s tits, biting the nipples causing Martha to flinch.

After five minutes of sexual revelry, Vicky came back on line and announced, “How about a real big round of applause for Martha and the King’s. They will be retiring behind screen number one. For those of you wanting to watch, please find a seat in front of the screen. Or, if you prefer to see who’s up next, well here’s her bio.”

For the next thirty minutes, Martha and the King’s would be having some fun, a very intimate threesome

The screen behind Victoria began to show the video of Tanya down by the river. A murmur went through the crowd and no one moved. They all wanted to see Tanya and have a chance to enjoy her.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, here’s Tanya!” Vicky announced.

Jill parted the heavy green curtain and, right before Tanya walked through, Jill gave her one final pep talk, “Remember, do a poor job and those pictures and video may not be safe and could be find their way into the hands of, well we don’t have to go there do we Tanya? You will do a great job and make these people happy, Right?” Tanya nodded in agreement.

Tanya came strutting out onto the runway, smiling. Vicky breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever Jill said had worked.

Vicky began her description of Tanya and her outfit. For the next few minutes, Vicky blathered on about the outfit. The other ten patrons looked interested but were looking forward to Vicky to get the show going.

Tanya had made two passes up and down the runway. She noticed that everyone had money in their hands. Would they buy the clothes right off of her? What would she wear home?

“Lick your lips.”

I was lost. I was in deep trouble. I licked my lips, disgusted at what I was doing. I tasted his come. Marianne smirked at me. I was totally humiliated and ashamed of what I had just done. Marianne then took my hand and led me to the lunchroom for our office.

“Find some towels and clean up slut.”

Humiliated at how I looked, come dripping off my chin and smeared on my cheeks and breasts, I searched for cloth towels but there were none. I used some of the paper towels to wipe off the mess on my face and chest. I was still buck-naked.

Marianne then led me back to her office and opened her closet. She brought out a coat and handed it to me.

“What”s this for?”

“It”s what you get to wear, slut.”

Upset but surprisingly grateful for any covering, I put it on. I started to button it, but Marianne shook her head no. I stopped, leaving it open, but put my hands in the pockets, pulling it closed in front of me. She kicked my shoes to me and took my stockings, my new stockings, and threw them in the garbage. She picked up my purse at my desk and motioned me to follow her. I scurried behind her.

“Marianne, Marianne, you promised me my clothes, you promised.”

I was almost crying I was so upset.

“I promised you nothing. Now come along or I”ll take back my coat and leave you here.”

In shock, I followed her down the hall to the elevators. When one arrived she entered, me scurrying behind her. I went to a back corner as if I could hide there. Marianne just laughed at me.

We got to the main floor, not going through the lower halls to where I knew she parked her car. She led me outside.

“Stand in front of the doors.”

I did as I was told. I watched her focusing the camera. I was trembling and afraid. My head was moving, allowing me to look all around.

“Drop the coat.”

I moaned deep in my throat and clutched the coat tighter to me.

“Drop it or I take it back.”

I looked around and heard her laugh at me. I slowly let the coat slid off my shoulders and dropped it on the sidewalk. My eyes were dazzled as she took 2 or 3 more pictures of me standing naked in front of our building. Then she turned and walked off. I bent, picking up the coat and hurriedly slipping into it. I trotted behind her as quickly as I could. She still had my purse and car keys.

Marianne led me into the parking ramp. Once we were away from the front entrance, she held out her hand. I knew what she wanted. Sniffling and shivering, I took the coat off and handed it to her.

“My car is on the top level. Walk to it.”

I walked, naked but for shoes up four levels, continually expecting someone to come upon us. No one did, but my fear of being caught did not go away. I finally reached her car. She made me pose by it, snapping pictures. Then I had to sit on the hood, legs spread wide for some more pictures. Then she unlocked the door and told me to get in. I did and so did she. She tossed my coat in the back seat and drove off. I was feeling sick to my stomach, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Marianne drove me home. After I got out of the car naked, she took several shot of me in the parking lot, still naked. Then she gave me the coat which I hurriedly put on. As she opened the car door, I spoke.

“Um, the camera?”

“I think I will keep it for a few days.”

She closed the door and drove off. I stared after her. Then I went to my apartment. My friends opened the door giggling. Then they stared at me. I began to cry.

Should there be more?

Marianne made me sit that way for over an hour, exposed to their eyes. She rolled both my nipples in her hand; tugging them out and lightly pinching them, making me gasp. When they were hard and sticking out as much as possible, she reached down. Down between my open legs to caress me there. I covered my eyes in shame. She stroked me, teased my clitoris with a fingernail until my hips lifted. Then she pressed down so I could feel it all over. My hips lifted to press harder. Then she chuckled again and removed her hand. I whimpered in frustration and covered my face. I was so ashamed that they could see how aroused I was.

Marianne closed my coat over me and kissed my cheek.

“Go to sleep if you can, girl.”

I closed my legs and curled up into a ball as much as possible. My face to the windows, my hands hiding me from their eyes. I didn’t think I could sleep, but the long day and the exhaustion from being exposed and aroused overtook me. I did fall asleep. Much later I awoke to Marianne’s touch on my bare ass. She had lifted the coat to show them my ass and she was stroking it. I shivered but did not protest. We were just arriving into a train station. I tugged the coat back over my ass and blushed as my eyes took in my companions.

“Button your coat.

I did and thankfully. Even if I was naked under it, it gave some security to me. The train stopped at the station. We retrieved out suitcases and the two men came along with us. Obviously they thought if they stayed with us they would get to screw me if not the both of us. Marianne had other ideas. She called a cab for us and smiled at the two men who watched us get in and drive off.

The cab took us to a nice hotel, where Marianne checked us into a suite. She had a bellman carry our bags to the suite. He unlocked the door and led us inside. After he put the bags in the bedroom he came back out. I was nervous again with reason.

As he waited for his tip, Marianne smiled at me.

“Why don’t you let him hang up your coat?”

I sighed. I blushed. I took off my coat and handed it to him, feeling those tingles all over again. He stared and dropped the coat on the floor. I jumped as Marianne came up behind me and cupped both my breasts in her hands. Her thumbs pushed my already erect nipples from side to side. Her knee pushed between my legs from behind, forcing them to part so my crease was on display. I was embarrassed as always, but oh so aroused. If she had told me to I would have let him screw me.

She watched him staring at me for a few moments, then let go of me. She handed him five dollars and took my coat from him. Then she ushered him to the door and out, closing it firmly behind him. She turned to me.

“Get your sandals off and into bed.”

I was still blushing, but did as I was told. I slid my body between cool sheets and watched her. She turned off the lights. I could see her shape, but nothing else as she undressed. Of course she would let me see nothing of her. I watched her move to the bed and slide in beside me.

Now I was extremely nervous. I had no idea what she wanted or was going to do. I was no innocent, but I was unsure. Marianne slid over to me. She had slipped on a nightgown. But she felt so warm as she cuddled next to me. Her hands were on my nipples, teasing them, arousing me. She teased them until they were so hard, almost throbbing and painful.

“Hands over your head.”

I obeyed her. Her hand stroked down my belly and my legs opened for her. I wanted to come so bad. The entire day had been one of arousal, then cooling off, over and over again. She stroked my pussy until I was lifting my hips again, wanting more.

“Do you want to come, girl?”

I couldn’t speak. I nodded. She either saw or knew what my response would be.

“Take care of me first.”

I was shocked but I reached down with a hand.

“No.”

I was puzzled until her hand pushed down on my shoulder. My face had to turn bright red. I had never done that before to anyone! She pushed me harder and I began to slide down her body. It was like I was in a dream.

Marianne pressed on my shoulder and I slid further down until my face was brushing her pubic hair. She slowly rolled to her back and took me with her. Her legs opened and I could smell woman. I shivered and kissed her belly, making her shiver. All of a sudden I felt in control. I kissed her again. She pushed me further down. This time when I kissed her I felt moisture and realized where my lips had touched. My face heated even more.

She held my head in both hands guiding me and I could smell her even more, a sharper scent. I kissed again. She moaned softly. One of her hands reached between us and the scent of her became even stronger. She had opened herself to me and her other hand pushed the back of my head until my mouth was pressed to her lips. I wanted to get away and I wanted to stay where I was. Tentatively I licked, tasting her. She moaned again and I licked again. She was oh so wet! I licked again and again and she moaned, clutching my face to her pussy.

I felt her legs come up, rolling her hips back and she pushed my head down again. This time I resisted harder. I was squirming to get away. I knew what was further down, but she held me and guided me once more. My lips touched her skin, her sweaty skin. I turned my face a little and kissed, knowing it was her ass. She pulled me back and I moaned in shame, but I did as she wanted. I licked her, licked her right between her ass cheeks.

Marianne’s back arched and she pushed up forcing my face right between her cheeks. I was finding it hard to breathe, but I licked her again and again, suddenly wanting this to be over. My tongue licked her anus and swirled up to the bottom of her pussy. She held me there, urging me on and I licked and licked, wanting to please her. I was drooling on her and licking it up. After what seemed an eternity of my face buried in her ass, she pulled me up enough so that my mouth was over her clitoris. She arched her back again. I licked and sucked at her lips and clitoris, hearing her whimper and moan.

“OH GOD YES!”

All of a sudden her legs clamped onto my head and she shook and spasmed. I continued to lick her pussy until her legs fell away. I could feel her stomach twitching beneath my face. My face was wet. I tasted woman. Marianne laid for a few moments and then sat up. She pulled me up to my knees and kissed my wet face, making me blush even more.

She wiped my face with edge of the sheet, of course the edge on my side of the bed. Then she got up and turned on the light. I knelt, naked and aroused. I could feel liquid leaking from me. She pulled a wooden chair over to her side of the bed. She busied herself in her suitcase and returned fiddling with the chair. Then she slipped into the bed on her side facing the chair. The chair with that disgusting penis thrusting upright from the seat.

“I want to watch you fuck yourself, girl. I want to see you get fucked.”

I whimpered. It was so big. I was disgusted. I crawled to the side of the bed and looked at it and then her. Marianne only nodded. I was so aroused I couldn’t help myself. I straddled the chair, holding the shaft in one hand. The other opened me. I gingerly lowered myself, but instead of the pain of entry as the last time, the head popped inside me. I grunted still, it was huge. Marianne’s eyes focused on my face, my grimacing face as more and more of that fake cock disappeared inside me.

She watched until I gasped, then she looked down. The entire thing was buried inside me. My lips were splayed apart as if someone had pulled me open. I panted. She looked back at me.

“Look at me, then at your pussy.”

I looked to see a smile teasing across her face. Then I looked down. I was amazed that it all was in me.

“Lift up and down.”

With a whimper I began to fuck myself on that huge penis. The sounds, the slurping sounds made me color even more than I thought I ever could. Marianne toyed with one of her nipples through her nightie, grinning at me. I closed my eyes so I did not have to see her watching me shame myself in front of her. But I didn’t stop. I rose and fell on that thing until I exploded, shuddering and shaking. A high whine escaped my mouth and my head fell back. My hands clutched my breasts, pulling at my nipples. I sat down hard, burying that thing as deep as I could. I orgasmed, the strongest one I had ever had, fucking myself for someone to watch.

When I finally stopped shaking Marianne motioned me to the bed. I lifted myself off that hateful thing and crawled in, facing away from her. She snuggled to my back and cupped my left breast in her hand, teasing the nipple. She kissed my neck.

“Beautiful, girl, just beautiful.”

I quietly sobbed at how disgusting I had been and soon after, fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and was alone in bed. Marianne came out of the bathroom in a robe, drying her hair. I got up and scurried into the bathroom, eager to wash the smell of sex off me. As soon as I was done, Marianne was in the bathroom with me.

“We have to do something with your hair.”

I looked in mirror. My hair looked fine to me although it was wet. Marianne chuckled.

“Not that hair.”

I turned red. I was proud of my bush. It looked womanly. Marianne was not to be denied however.

I must describe the room at this point. There was a sitting room in an L shape, with a dining style table at the end of the L. Directly across from the table was the door to the bathroom. The bedroom was on the other side. It was a very nice suite.

Anyway, Marianne made me get up on the bathroom counter and open my legs for her. She took a pair of scissors out of her makeup bag and began to clip my bush down. I was tearing up at what she was doing to me. When she had me clipped down close, she took out a can of woman’s shave cream and after squirting it onto a hand, smeared it on the sides of my bush and my pussy lips. I was mortified at thinking someone would shave her pussy.

She took out a razor and began to shave me. She used long strokes on the hair above my crease, leaving a small strip of hair in the middle. Then she started on my lips, carefully removing the hair on them and in the hollow between them and my thighs. I heard a knock and Marianne set the razor down.

“Sit still and don’t move.”

I trembled. She left me sitting there, half covered with shave cream, my legs spread open. I heard the door open and close. Marianne appeared in the bathroom door, but made sure that I would be visible.

“You can set it on the table.”

A young man appeared in my sight, rolling a room service cart. He started to set dishes on the table when he heard me moan. He looked up to see me naked and partially shaved, sitting on the bathroom counter. Marianne ignored him, picked up the razor and standing to the side of me so he could have an unobstructed view, resumed shaving my pussy. She ignored him but how could I?

He stood and watched her finish shaving me. She even made me roll my hips so my anus was exposed to him. I had buried my face in my hands. I was quietly sobbing at the humiliation. When she had removed all the hair she wanted, she wiped me and then took my hand. She dragged me out of the bathroom naked and made me stand in front of him.

“Doesn’t she look very nice?”

“Jesus, yes. She looks fantastic.”

My traitorous nipples had hardened again and without looking I knew my lips were glistening with moisture. Marianne studied the slip for room service while I stood, eyes lowered, naked in front of him. Then she added a tip and signed the slip. She handed him the slip.

“You can go now.”

“Ah, oh, yes.”

His eyes had never left me and I had never been so humiliated in my life. He walked out, still glancing over his shoulder until he couldn’t see me anymore. I slumped into a chair and began to bawl.

Marianne patted my shoulder.

“We are going to have so much fun this weekend!”