The Bullpen Ch. 04

Hannah Cho couldn’t quite believe what her friend telling her.

Lying naked on her side just beyond the mirror glass separating the two girls, Erica Rivers told her story slowly, seeming to get a sexual charge out of the retelling. There was conflict, of course - the better angels and inner demons shouting each other down - but Erica continued on, explaining to her friend how she’d won approval from Dick Abbott to continue her experiment.

“You licked him?” Hannah asked in disbelief. Dressed in borrowed hospital scrubs with only her own panties on beneath them, Hannah sat Indian-style on the floor of the Observation Room. She was just feet from her nude friend, but while Hannah could see Erica through the glass, she knew that Erica could see only her own reflection. Despite this, and despite the fact that their conversation was being transmitted electronically through Hannah’s microphone into the Bullpen’s intercom, it felt private, as if they were sharing secrets at a high school sleepover.

“I licked his cheek,” the Caucasian girl admitted. She hesitated for a moment, having second thoughts about what she was about to reveal, before finally coming clean. “I wanted to kiss him.”

Hannah recoiled in disgust. Luckily, Erica hadn’t been able to see her friend’s facial expression, but she was fairly certain how Hannah had reacted.

“I know,” Erica continued, more than a little disgusted with herself. She was shocked at her own behavior, disturbed by her own inner desires, but undeniably turned on at the retelling of that afternoon’s events. Dressed in nothing more than a piece of lab equipment turned lingerie, with her tits and cunt exposed, she had finger-fucked herself in front of her overseer, her friend, and her subordinate. Dick Abbott. Colin Eggert. Mike Takahashi. They’d all watched her as she’d gotten herself off - seated with her legs spread at the lunch table, crawling across the floor, leaning into an older man’s lap, and grunting his name as she reached orgasm. And now, just a few short hours later, the memory of incident caused her clitoris to throb with excitement, begging to be touched yet again.

“What’s worse…” Erica began, but caught herself. “Is Colin back yet?”

Colin and one of his assistants, Vince Nemecek, had spent the afternoon trying to fix the urinalysis engines in the crawlspace beneath the Bullpen. Though he could have returned, and could have rewound the audio recordings that the Bullpen was, even now, storing for posterity, Erica doubted he would. And that doubt was enough to allow her to speak openly and honestly with her best friend.

“No, not yet.”

Erica nodded from her side of the glass, encouraged to go own. “What’s worse, though, is that I wanted more.”

Hannah was unsure of what the girl meant.

“I wanted to suck his cock,” she stated flatly, charged by the vulgarity of her own language.

“Dick Abbott?” the Asian woman responded, denying that they could be talking about the same, frumpy-looking fifty-year-old man. “You want to put Dick Abbott’s dick into your mouth?”

Erica giggled a bit. She shook her head, assuring Hannah, “Not any more. But at the time.” She sounded frightened by herself, by her own emotions. She then added, “And Colin…”

This piqued Hannah’s curiosity even more. “Colin?”

Again, Erica hesitated. Should she be admitting aloud what had consumed her for this past week? Should she admit whom she had fantasized about as she rubbed her clit beneath the shower that afternoon, about what she had fantasized him doing to her? “We hugged.”

Hannah’s eyes went as wide as plates. “While you were naked?”

No, Erica thought to herself sarcastically, while I was dressed. I decided to don the clothes lying so agonizingly close in the Observation Room, take a stroll out to my car, and then hug Colin when I got back - but before I undressed again. Then again, perhaps Hannah meant… “Would the corset have mattered?”

“No, probably not.” Hannah caught the stupidity of her own question.

“It was just a hug. At first.”

“At first?!! Erica, baby, you can’t go down this road.”

“He was rock hard, Hannah. I wanted it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it inside me. I wanted it inside my mouth, inside my pussy, inside my ass…”

“Erica!” Hannah shouted, hushing her friend. The nude girl had gone into a trance, of sort, picturing and fantasizing about the technician’s penis, and Hannah, like Noah, was beginning to worry about her. “He’s married. He’s your friend. Among other reasons, too numerous to name…”

“I know, I know.” Erica made a show of shaking the fantasy from her head, but Hannah could tell the thought of Colin’s member hadn’t gone anywhere.

If anything, now the Asian woman was picturing it, as well. Picturing it inside her friend’s mouth, inside her friend’s pussy, inside her friend’s ass.

“I need to talk to Jamie,” Erica said. “I need to tell her this is all my fault, that Colin’s around me not for any sinister purpose, not for any sort of physical reason, but because he’s my friend, and I need him.”

“You might want to leave out the part about wanting his penis inside of you.”

“I’m serious, Hannah. I need to come clean to her, I need to explain the experiment to her. I don’t want to make Colin lie to her, or hide this from her – I can tell it’s twisting him apart inside.”

“And Tom?”

Tom. Tom Russo. Her boyfriend. Even now, Tom was watering Erica’s plants, taking in her mail, checking her voicemail at home for her. They talked, now and then, over the Bullpen’s speakerphone, Erica insisting that Arizona was so dull that she hardly left her laboratory. She had so much to tell him, so much to explain, and so much to fear upon telling that their conversation had become increasingly flat. How would he react when he found out his girlfriend was naked and being stared at by all of her colleagues? How would he react when he found out that she was masturbating on video recordings available for a dozen or so people to watch? How would he react when he found out that she had cum in another man’s lap that afternoon was calling out that man’s name?

No, she couldn’t tell Tom.

But maybe she could tell Jamie. Maybe it was a step in the right direction – one honest confession on Colin’s behalf before another honest confession on her own.

“Tom,” Erica murmured. “Oh, if only he could just come in here with me and fuck me himself.”

That afternoon, Erica had touched Dick Abbott. She had hugged Colin. She had allowed Hannah to probe her crotch and inner thigh to inject more deuterotone. And she had touched herself.

But what Erica longed for, what Erica desired, was for someone else to make her cum. She wanted to lie back, and let someone else do the work. She wanted to lie on her back, running her hands through her short hair, as Tom fucked her. As Colin rubbed her pussy. As Hannah ate her out.

This last fantasy caught Erica off-guard, and she quickly opened her eyes, unsure of exactly when or why she had closed them. Paranoid, she wondered to herself if Hannah had guessed what she was thinking about.

Hannah, though, was lost in her own thoughts. This wasn’t Erica – Erica wasn’t this frank, this open about her sexuality. In the years that they’d known each other, Erica and Hannah had had only one previous conversation about Erica’s sex life with Tom, and it had been awkward and uncomfortable. This Erica, this Erica-plus-deuterotone, seemed to have little difficulty talking about getting fucked, talking about Colin’s dick, or talking about getting herself off in front of three men.

Noah was worried about her, as the Medical Oversight people had been. Hannah was, as well, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak her concerns aloud. If it had been her experiment, she would have been willing to do almost everything that Erica had done to herself to see it through. She was unsure as to what adult acne experiment might prompt Hannah to strip to her skin, or inject herself full of faux testosterone, or cause her to masturbate in front of her friends and colleagues - but Hannah felt as if she would do it. It would, of course, be the most awful experience she would ever be through, and it wouldn’t be easy – she had blanched after just a few seconds in the Bullpen the week before. But it wasn’t any less difficult for Erica, it wasn’t any less humiliating than it would be if it were Hannah on that side of the glass.

Already, people at ConnPharm were talking about Erica. Not Erica, exactly, but people knew that there was a woman in the Bullpen, a woman stripped naked and on exhibit to a handful of horny technicians. There were a few people, of course, who knew whom the woman was, and Hannah doubted it would stay secret for long, even in a relatively large company like ConnPharm. She also doubted that Erica’s humiliation would end there. How much longer would it be before stories of Erica’s arousal began circulating? How much longer would it be before people heard of her obsessive masturbation? How much longer until would it be until they found out Erica was begging to be fucked by her boyfriend, by Colin Eggert, or by any living, breathing person nearby?

At that moment, Hannah wished she could bear some of Erica’s burden. Would it be any less humiliating for two women to be locked in the Bullpen together? Probably not; and if anything, it probably would make them both feel rather uncomfortable. But at least there would have been two of them – Erica would not have been alone.

This was Noah’s project, too, Hannah thought to herself. He should be bearing some of the humiliation with Erica. Granted, he couldn’t grow breasts – the deuterotone had little to no affect on males, in general. But he could share in the embarrassment his partner was suffering. He could be the subject of awful stories bouncing around ConnPharm.

Of course, a naked male in the Bullpen was neither as sensational as a female inside, nor as embarrassing. Noah, should he be surrounded by Mike Takahashi, Aaron Abrahams, Vijay Singh, Colin Eggert, and so on, would feel no more embarrassed than he might in the men’s locker room. A naked man, aroused and pleasuring himself, would not elicit the same sense of delight and wonder from members of the opposite sex, or the same amount of disgust and disdain from members of the same sex. A man jacking off would be accepted, and people would move on.

Erica would not be treated with the same understanding attitude.

“You could always call Tom and explain,” Hannah suggested. People might not identify with one of ConnPharm’s up-and-coming scientists cumming in front of someone from Medical Oversight, but they might understand a conjugal visit. “Maybe have him come in while Wendy’s on duty, and suggest that she take a walk and leave the two of you alone in the Observation Room. Tom might even find the corset a turn-on.”

“Maybe,” Erica replied, her mind drifting off in fantasy. Wendy would certainly go for such a plan – she wasn’t the one who would need convincing. “I’d have to tell Tom about the past two weeks, however.”

“You could leave out some of the more lewd details.”

“Obviously.” Erica was unconvinced. She had a relationship with this man, one filled with love, respect, and passion. Had she betrayed his trust? Would he be able to get past her deceit and provide her with the physical contact that she wanted, that she needed? The thought of his hands upon her body, the thought of his dick inside of her, the thought of her body moving in harmony with his, the thought of Wendy watching them both from the ops desk – Erica wanted it badly.

She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs away from the mirror glass. One hand brushed casually against her stomach, aching to go further. She thought back on the last time she’d been fucked by Tom, a few nights before she left for “Arizona.” The hardness of Colin’s dick, too, hung in her memory, teasing her by how excited she had made him. The stain on Dick Abbott’s pants, caused by her, caused by her body, caused by her sexuality, set off another level of arousal.

But the image that Erica couldn’t get out of her mind, the fantasy that stuck, was the thought of Hannah Cho going down on her, eating her out.

She swallowed hard. “Hannah, do you mind if I…?”

“Oh,” the Asian girl gasped. Erica’s legs were bent at the knee, swinging slowly back and forth, opening and closing her pussy away from the Observation Room. The naked girl’s hand was absentmindedly playing with a short tuft of public hair about her slit, eager to go further. It just needed permission. Hannah answered, “Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just go.”

But she didn’t stand to leave, as if she knew what Erica would offer next.

“No, don’t go,” Erica pleaded. Despite being watched twenty-four hours a day, she felt lonely. She had no one to talk with, no one to share with. “I can keep talking while I do this. Or I can wait.”

It didn’t appear as if the latter statement was true, but Erica had offered, nonetheless.

“Oh,” Hannah repeated. “Oh, um…no, go ahead. I mean…”

Incredibly, the first emotion that entered into Erica’s mind was annoyance. What was Hannah’s hang-up? They’d talked to one another from stall to stall in the women’s room. Hannah had obviously also watched the recordings of Erica getting herself off that weekend (apparently, Erica remained one of the few people in the Human Hormone Lab who hadn’t seen the recordings). She wasn’t going to call out Hannah’s name, she wasn’t asking her to be involved – all she wanted to do was relieve a little tension and continue on with their conversation. It was a form of relaxation, after all.

Erica caught herself, realizing that she was wrong to be annoyed with Hannah. Of course this was awkward. Of course this was uncomfortable. And Hannah didn’t even know about have the dirty things she was involved with in Erica’s head.

But, the more Erica thought about the question, the more she began to ask herself what her own hang-up had been. Why was she so embarrassed by this seemingly natural act? Why had she been on the verge of tears that afternoon? Who had drawn up the rules and social mores about nudity and sexuality, anyways? And why had those particular rules had been drawn up?

The more she thought about these questions, the less she felt that she had to be embarrassed over. Without awaiting any further comment or hesitation from Hannah, Erica reached down to run her middle finger between her labia.

“It would be easier if I were single,” Erica breathed, her hand already massaging her crotch. It was a massage, after all, no different than if she were working out the kinks in her neck, no more awkward than if someone were rubbing her shoulders. “I wouldn’t have to explain anything to anyone.”

She panted. He whole body trembled with delight. She ran her free hand through her hair.

Hannah was apparently very distracted. Despite multiple voices shouting multiple commands inside her head about what to do or what to say in this particular situation, she observed, “But you do have the option of calling Tom in. If you were single, you wouldn’t have an at-hand partner…”

The mention of Tom’s name sent Erica’s body surging. The sound of another woman’s voice, in conversation with her while she fucked herself, nearly put her over the edge. Erica fought the urge to moan in pleasure – she didn’t want to scare Hannah away.

“It’d be much easier to find a new partner than try to explain to Tom everything that’s going on here,” she exhaled. Her whole lower body was now squirming on the Bullpen floor, and the thought of fucking some stranger got her hot. The thought of fucking some stranger in the Bullpen while Hannah watched got her hotter. And the thought of fucking Hannah in the Bullpen while some stranger watched nearly sent her over the edge.

Hannah, staring with mouth agape at the scene in front of her, chose to ignore the comment. Nervously, she cast a glance to the chute down which Colin had disappeared, terrified that he’d return to find her watching her best friend masturbate. Colin hadn’t poked his head up yet, but he would soon. Secretly, Hannah hoped that Erica would finish herself off soon.

As for Erica’s comment about picking up a random gentleman for a quick fuck, Hannah chose to ignore it. Instead, she brought the conversation back to Tom. Perhaps he might be the answer to satiating the nude girl’s lust. “You’re going to have to explain it to him eventually. You can’t just show up back at your complex and hope that he doesn’t notice your D-cup breasts.”

“Fuuuck,” Erica purred, leaving Hannah to guess whether the girl was cursing her situation with Tom or commenting on her own physical pleasure. “I was going to tell him about the experiment afterwards.” She paused to let a wave of genital bliss envelop her body. Breathing heavily, she continued, “Or at least about most of the experiment.

Her ass left the ground as her hips gyrated against an unseen partner. “Maybe I was going to tell him I was right in Avon.” She sighed. “Maybe I was going to keep with the Arizona approach.” She gritted her teeth as she finished the sentence, forcing the final words out in an angry-sounding grunt. “But I was going to tell him that I experimented on myself, and that it worked.”

Erica had returned to the floor, but both feet remained planted soles-down, allowing her to push upwards against her hand. She inserted her left middle finger into her mouth – wetting it with her own saliva – and then dropped it to her pussy to join her already hard-at-work right hand. She ran her wet hand against her wet pussy, and to Hannah, appeared to be enjoying the sensation.

“So why not now?” Hannah asked. Her own breathing had become labored, her own pussy had become wet. Hannah wasn’t gay, but the scene in front of her seemed to transcend gender-specific allure – this was sex, primal pleasure, and it was turning her on. “Why not tell Tom about the experiment now, while he can help you…” The Asian woman paused for a second, hesitating before blurting out, “So he can fuck you?”

The word “fuck” had an almost magical quality on both women. Both were conservative, sexually speaking, and reserved. The naughtiness of the word only added to the naughtiness of what was transpiring between them – Erica fucking herself in the Bullpen, and Hannah fucking herself in her mind.

Erica whined, a high-pitched cry that, up to that point, Hannah had only heard in adult videos.

“And how do I explain the Bullpen?” Gasp. “How do I explain my nudity?” Gasp. “How do I explain being watched all day?” Gasp. “How do I explain fucking myself in front of Wendy and Tessa and Colin and Mike and Dick Abbott?” She whined after each name.

Hannah looked nervously at the open chute a few feet away. Erica was on the far side of the glass, with only her own reflection for company. Colin was still MIA. For a moment, Hannah wondered to herself whether she, too, could masturbate, here in the Observation Room. No one would ever know – not Colin, not Erica, not her fiancée Hyun-Shik.

Shaking the thought off, Hannah was shocked at herself. She had gone from revulsion about Erica to stimulation to revulsion about herself in the span of just under five minutes. And Erica had yet to cum.

“How do I explain fucking myself in front of you, Hannah?” Erica asked, her eyes gazing out through the mirror glass towards her friend.

Though Hannah knew the girl could only see her own reflection, she felt chilled to her soul that Erica was staring right at her. Did Erica know what she had been thinking? Did Erica know that Hannah had actually been contemplating fucking herself right alongside her friend? Erica had the excuse of deuterotone – Hannah had only her own wantonness to blame.

Hannah didn’t get a chance to respond.

“Melanie, no…”

“Darling you want to please me, don’t you?”

“Y-y-yes, but Melanie….”

I felt the tip of it rub between my lips. Lying naked on the bed waiting for them had my mind working, thinking of what they were going to do to me, and the touching that had already happened had aroused me, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted this. I just knew that Melanie did. And I wanted to please her, to not disappoint her.

I lay trembling as he rubbed his cock on my pussy lips. It felt so hot to me. It felt alive. I could feel it twitch as he rubbed my pussy with it.

“Melanie, please, hold my hand, please.”

She took my hand and gently squeezed it.

“I-i-is this w-w-what you w-w-want?”

“Very much darling.”

I took a breath. I squeezed her hand back. I didn’t see but Melanie nodded to him and he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock between my lips and then found the hole. He pushed his cock up my pussy. slowly. I gasped and squirmed as he did, feeling it fill me. It felt different than Melanie did, warmer, almost hot and it seemed to twitch inside me, not like what a dildo felt like inside me. I felt his pubic hair touch my bare skin and knew he was into me all the way. It wasn’t as large as Melanie’s favorite dildo. It didn’t hurt, it just felt different. The sensations were different than Melanie. But I was ashamed to be doing this in front of her and Erin had to be watching too.

I clutched her hand and felt him withdraw and then slide back up my pussy. Melanie and Erin played with my nipples as he thrust in and out, slowly, letting me feel it.

“Darling it looks absolutely lovely going in you. It’s so naughty too, fucking in front of Erin and I. Do you feel naughty, darling?”

Y-y-yes.”

“Does it feel good?”

“N-n-no, I want you Melanie.”

“Ah but darling, I want to see this. And you look so lovely. You’ll be a good girl and enjoy it for me, won’t you?”

I shuddered as he continued to thrust into me, his cock warm and throbbing inside me.

“Not in her pussy. Where is his cock, darling?”

“It’s I-in m-my pussy.”

Yes, but it isn’t a pussy right now is it? What is it?”

“M-m-my c-c-cunt.”

“Mmmmm. That’s right, Sabine, it’s a cunt.”

“What is doing to you, darling?”

“F-f-fucking me.”

“Where is he fucking you?

“In m-my c-cunt.”

I felt him pushing into me harder and faster. His belly slapped on mine. I clutched Melanie’s hand tight and whimpered. Erin continued to tease and toy with my left nipple, giggling as she watched me being fucked in front of her and Melanie..

“Not in her.”

I didn’t know what she meant until I felt him pull out of my pussy and climb over me his knees at my shoulders.

“Lift your head up and open your mouth darling.”

I did as I was told and felt him feed his cock into my mouth, too deep, making me gag. I tried to pull back, but someone held my head up. I tasted my pussy and something else.

“Suck darling.”

I squirmed.

“You want to please me, don’t you?”

I shuddered inside and began to suck him feeling like a slut, a whore. I wanted to please her but I was embarrassed and ashamed. I couldn’t move my head very well. But I sucked because she wanted me to suck.

It wasn’t long before I felt his body stiffen, then his cock seemed to get harder, it twitched in my mouth and then he came in my mouth. My head was held up so I couldn’t pull back and I felt the spurts hitting the roof of my mouth and my throat. I gagged but was held still, my mouth filled with cock and sperm. He finally pulled his cock out and I was going to spit.

“Swallow, darling.”

I whimpered softly but I steeled myself and swallowed, feeling it slide over my tongue and down. I gagged again. I swallowed again. I felt sick to my stomach and lightheaded. I felt him leave the bed and Erin also. My face was hot as I remembered what had been done to me, that Erin had watched it done to me.

Melanie got off the bed and opened the cuffs on my ankles. I brought my legs up and curled my lower body over, hiding my pussy. I felt so slutty. She undid my hands and stroked my hair as I sniffled.

Melanie didn’t talk to me, but she helped me up and helped me dress, putting all the things back in the bag. Then she took my hand and the bag and we walked out. Erin was sitting on the couch. He wasn’t there. I flushed as she smiled at me. Melanie told Erin good night and we left. The ride home was silent.

When we got to our room, Melanie set the bag down and held my face in her hands so I had to look at her.

“You looked so lovely and I wanted to see that, darling.”

“Who w-w-was h-h-he?”

“I don’t know his name.”

“Does Erin?”

“Maybe, but she won’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t need to know, darling. All you need to know is that you pleased me very much tonight.”

I felt a little better but I was still ashamed.

“Was Erin…”

“Watching?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Yes, she was the other one there.”

I flushed again. Melanie made to kiss me. I moved back.

“I need to brush my teeth first.”

“Fine darling, then come to bed.”

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth for a long time. I undressed and turned off the light. In the moon light through our window I could see Melanie in her bed. She motioned to me and I walked to her and got into bed. She kissed me deeply and held me. I cried softly into her shoulder. She had the harness on and she gently pushed me to my back. Then she got between my legs and slowly thrust the dildo inside me. She wasn’t hard or rough and demanding. She held me, kissed me and made love to me, thrusting in me steadily, gently and lovingly until I came, quivering and gasping under her. Then she rolled to her back next to me. She didn’t have to ask. I knelt up and helped her out of the harness and lay between her legs. I licked her, kissed her and made her come, shuddering and panting. She pulled me up and kissed my wet face.

“I love you darling.”

I just held her tighter and buried my face in her shoulder. Melanie stroked my hair and held me tight also. Being with her allowed me to relax and forget what had happened, mostly, and I fell asleep in her arms. It took a while but Melanie stayed awake until I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was Melanie kissing my cheek softly.

I just looked at her for a few seconds.

“Ah, yes, that would be nice Melanie.”

“I’m glad that you agree, Sabine, but I should tell you that even if you didn’t want to play, we would because I want to. Do you know why?”

“Um, because you make the rules for us, for me?”

“That’s right, Sabine. I get to decide what we are going to do and you will do what I want, won’t you?”

“Um, yes, Melanie. You know that I will.”

“Well, then, why are your clothes still on?”

I shivered at how strong she was being, how she expected me to do as I was told. I stood up and undressed for her, taking off everything, putting away my outer clothes and then my underwear in the hamper. When I came back to stand In front of the couch, directly in front of Melanie, she smirked at me.

Sabine, you are such a little eager slut. You really like being naked for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Melanie.”

She reached out and cupped my pussy.

“What is this darling?”

I knew what she wanted me to say, but I couldn’t.

“It’s my pussy, Melanie.”

“It may be a pussy when you are dressed, Sabine, but with you naked it’s a cunt, isn’t it?”

“Ah, yes, Melanie.”

“Well, tell me what it really is, tell me what I have in my hand.”

With that I felt her middle finger slip up inside me and I moaned softly.

“It’s my cunt, Melanie.” “And is it wet?”

“Yes.”

I blushed when I said that, because as soon as she told me to strip my pussy started to get wet and now that she had her finger inside me, it just seemed to get wetter.

“God, Sabine, I love making you do this. Spread your legs wider and bend over a bit. I want to get at your tits too.”

I shuffled my feet further apart and bent over so she could get at my nipples. Her free hand went to my left breast and rolled the nipple, pinched it, pulled it and twisted it until it stood up, erect. Then she moved to my right breast and did the same thing to it. She pinched it harder, making me suck in a breath as I felt a little pain surge through it. While she teased my nipples she added another finger to my pussy and was slowly thrusting both fingers in and out of me.

She watched my face; she always did when she was teasing me like this. She liked to see it get red because of my embarrassment at what I would do for her, then see my mouth open a little and see me lick my lips as I got aroused. Then she would watch me closely until she felt I was about to orgasm. Then she would stop teasing me or pinch a nipple hard or slap my pussy. Tonight, just as I was so close to coming, she pinched a nipple hard, making me gasp, forgetting almost immediately how aroused I was and how close I was.

Melanie smiled at me. I just stood, partly bent over so she could reach my nipples and panted softly.

“Just stand there Sabine, spread your feet a little further apart and put your hands behind your head.”

I did as I was told, trembling a little. Melanie sat back and just looked at me, smiling at how obedient I was. I felt sort of slutty. But it was making her smile so I wasn’t unhappy, just frustrated by not coming. I don’t know how long she just looked at me, but it seemed a long time. I had calmed down and was just horny enough to really want an orgasm. She leaned forward again and cupped my pussy in her hand. It felt so good! She held me there and snaked a finger back, just flicking it over my asshole, making me jerk. She giggled. I blushed. I should be used to that by now, but I didn’t think I ever would be.

“What am I holding, Sabine?”

I remembered what she liked.

“My cunt.”

“Mmmmm, is it a nice little cunt, Sabine, or is a dirty, slutty cunt?”

God, my face was so hot and red!

“It’s a dirty, slutty cunt, Melanie.”

“Why is it dirty and slutty?”

“Um, because I am naked and letting you feel me?”

“That’s partly true, Sabine. It’s also very wet, isn’t it?”

My face felt like it got hotter when she said that.

“Ah, yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it’s wet.”

“What’s wet?”

I shivered.

“My cunt is wet, Melanie.”

“And only dirty sluts get wet cunts when they are naked, don’t they?”

“Yes, Melanie.”

She started to finger me again after she said that and I just stood in front of her like a cow, letting her. This time she started with one finger then added a second. She watched my face again and I stood red faced and shuddering inside. She was slow and teasing. She added a third finger, making me gasp. I felt so open. She watched my expressions until she knew I was close again and pulled out her fingers, then slapped my pussy firmly. I squealed and jerked back, surprised.

I saw her frown when I moved back from the slap and hurriedly got back like she wanted me. My pussy felt so warm and tingling.

“Put your hands on my knees, Sabine and hold your head up.”

I got into that position, thinking I knew what she was going to do and I was right.

Melanie slapped my breasts, the left then the right, making them bounce and sway under me. She did that several times until they were a nice pink shade. Then she pinched each nipple firmly, making me suck in a breath. I was so aroused it wasn’t funny and my abdomen felt like there was a knot in it. But the slapping and pinching made me back off from coming.

“What does my little slut want?”

I didn’t want to have to ask her. My face had to look very mournful and I took a deep breath.

“I want you to fuck me, please.”

“Really? Where do you want to be fucked, darling?”

“Please fuck my cunt, Melanie.”

“Oh but you are such a dirty cow, Sabine. Dirty cows get fucked in the ass.”

I moaned softly.

“Maybe we can do what you want and what dirty cows get, Sabine. Would you like that?”

I would have agreed to anything if she would fuck me. I was so horny it almost hurt.

“Yes, Melanie, I would like that.”

She knew I didn’t really mean that I wanted to be fucked up the ass. She smirked at me. She knew how much I disliked it.

“Go get a strapon and the lube and a dildo, darling.”

I shuddered inside and straightened up. I went to her dresser and opened the top drawer. I picked out a strapon, then a dildo, the smallest, and the lube. I walked back to her. She took them all from me and I shivered in relief. I wasn’t going to have to lube my asshole for her tonight. Melanie slipped off her clothes so she was naked too. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was so lovely. I wanted to go to her, hold her, kiss her, but I stood and waited. I watched her put on the strapon and shivered once more.

“Get on your knees, head on the floor, darling.”

I got down and lowered my head, resting it on my arms. I knew my cheeks opened up and I was showing everything, which made me blush again.

Melanie knelt behind me and thrust her strapon up my pussy, fucking it slowly and drizzled some lube on my asshole. Then she stuck a finger in my ass, pushing it in and out, twisting it inside me. I knelt, trembling. I wanted her so bad, just not there. She worked her finger inside me, pulling and twisting so I opened up. Then she pulled out of my pussy, leaving me empty. It wasn’t long and she pushed the dildo into my pussy.

“Give me a hand, Sabine.”

I reached back and she took my hand and put it on the dildo. Then I felt the head of her cock at my ring. I moaned softly and she pushed, popping the head inside me. God I felt so full with a dildo in my pussy and her in my ass.

“Listen carefully, slut. When I push in, you pull the dildo out, when I pull out, you push the dildo in. Do you understand?”

I murmured softly.

“Y-y-yes.”

“Are you ready, slut?”

“Y-y-yes.”

She thrust into me and I pulled the dildo back. I felt ashamed that I was doing this to myself. Melanie pulled back and I thrust the dildo in. My eyes filled, so humiliated that she was making me fuck my pussy while she fucked my ass. I was glad that I had taken the smallest one because I felt as though I was stuffed like a turkey.

“Darling this is even tighter. God, I love your ass, Sabine.”

“Where’s my cock, slut?”

“I-I-in m-m-my ass.”

“Who gets fucked up the ass, slut?”

“Dirty s-s-sluts.”

“Mmmmm, dirty sluts or dirty little cunts get fucked in the ass, you are right.”

I whimpered softly, humiliated.

Melanie began to thrust deep inside my ass and I managed to keep pace with her until I was close to coming again. Then my hand pushed the dildo up my pussy just held it there, while Melanie fucked me. It felt like I had a bat up my ass and I could feel her cock rubbing on the dildo inside me, separated by just a little skin and meat. But even though I was ashamed and humiliated at what I was doing, my body betrayed me once more and I began to push back at her. It felt so good and so dirty at the same time. Melanie fucked steadily until she slammed her cock up me, sucking in a breath and then I felt her grinding on me and jerking, her breath hissing out of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, you dirty little bitch!”

I just held myself in position for her as she came with her cock up my ass. I was so close to coming. She didn’t tease me or touch my pussy; she just ground on my ass, shuddering as the spasms flew through her. I had let go of the dildo and it slid out, falling on the floor with a thump. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew she would get upset if I did, so I just knelt there, sniffling.

Melanie finally stopped twitching and pulled me up by my hair. She bent over.

“I love you Sabine. That was so exciting! Did you like it?”

I wanted to say no, but I took a breath.

“Y-y-yes Melanie, it was nice.”

“Nice? It was awesome, darling. Did you come?”

“No, Melanie. I’m sorry.”

“Oh precious, let me help you.”

She pulled her cock out and had me roll over. Then she stuffed the dildo up my pussy and fingered my clitoris until I was squirming and breathing fast. It didn’t take long. In no time at all my ass was lifting up and down and Melanie didn’t have to push the dildo in and out, I was fucking myself on it for her. She rubbed right next to my clitoris and the sensations were wonderful and I exploded, keening, my eyes closed, my ass bucking up and down.

I lay; shivering and shaking on the floor as the aftershocks of my orgasm bubbled inside me. My eyes were closed and I was breathing hard. I heard Melanie move and looked at her. She had gotten a nightie and put it on, then removed her strapon. She dropped it next to me.

“Get up and clean these off and then put them away.”

I sat up and removed the dildo from my pussy. I picked up the strapon and went into the bathroom to wash them. I dried them off and walked back into our room, picking up the lube and putting them away in her top drawer. Melanie motioned to me and I smiled a little. I walked to her bed and she lifted the covers. I felt so happy as I slid in beside her. Melanie kissed me and then had me turn so she could press up against my back. She cupped a breast, kissed my neck and pressed up tight against me.

“That was lovely, Sabine. You were a good girl tonight.”

I said nothing, just luxuriated in being with her, in having her hold me. I smiled a little, even though my ass was tender and felt distended. It was so good to have her hold me and make me feel loved. I lay quietly until I heard her breathing become steady and knew that Melanie was asleep. Then I allowed myself to drop off too.

The next morning was the day of the lingerie party, which I was dreading. Melanie made sure to remind me of it first thing in the morning. When she woke up she had me run the bath and she came into the bathroom naked, just as I was. She smirked at me, seeing my face screw up, thinking of being ducked, but she just got in the tub and leaned back.

“Get in, in front of me, darling.”

I did and she gripped my hair and pulled me back, feeling my body stiffen. Then she giggled. She held me against her and we just enjoyed the hot water. After a bit she had me wash her and then myself. She didn’t wash me today. I wasn’t disappointed, because I got to wash her. That was nice for me. I got to dry her off; kneeling at her feet and that felt very right too. Melanie did dry my hair for me and I got to dry hers too. It was very nice to do little things for each other. It made me forget the lingerie party. At least for a while.

Melanie dressed and allowed me to also. She told me to study which I did, but she also reminded me of where we were going tonight, just to see the look on my face. She had never forgotten how to push my buttons, I don’t think she ever would. It was a good day, really, spent in companionable silence for the most part, studying and listening to her favorite CD’s. However, as it got later, I began to get nervous and then I thought of my wishes. All those that I hadn’t claimed. I didn’t even know how many I had earned. I just knew that I had some.

“Melanie?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I would like to claim one of my wishes, please.”

“What would my little girl want?”

“I would like us to go to dinner tonight. A nice dinner, maybe with candles and just the two of us. Would you like that too?”

“Mmmmm, that sounds very lovely, but we have to think of where and the time. We have to be at the party by eight.”

I shivered but smiled at her. Smiled because she thought my wish would be nice.

“I know just the place, Melanie. I’ll go and make reservations for us.”

She smiled and nodded. I hurried out and called to reserve a table at a place called “The Library”. It was an older building with lots of bookcases and books in it and the owners had made little nooks and crannies sheltered by bookcases so it would seem as though you were alone. It was probably the most romantic place in our city.

When I got back, Melanie had laid out my nicest dress, a silky green that set off my blonde hair nicely. She had also laid out a pair of thigh high stockings and a brief thong. No bra, since I couldn’t really wear one with that dress. She was in bra and panties, searching her clothes for the right outfit. She settled on a black dress with a nice vee in front that showed off her cleavage. It was cut low in back so you knew she was braless.

“How much time do we have?”

“I made the reservations for six, Melanie. I know it is early, but since we are going to that stupid party, I had to.”

“I don’t want to hear you bitching about the party, Sabine. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Melanie, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear that you are sorry. I want you to remember what I want and be happy with it.”

I nodded. I didn’t have to be happy but I had best put on a good face for her, even though I didn’t want to. I smiled.

“Get your clothes off and get in the bathroom.”

I stripped again, it seemed that I was always undressing for her, but that I liked. Melanie made up my face, something that I wasn’t really that good at doing and she fixed my hair. I looked pretty good, I thought, looking at myself in the mirror. Melanie then did her own face, explaining to me what she did so I could do it for her after I was good enough. Then she did the same with her hair. I didn’t look any where near as good as she did, though. I still wondered why she was with me. She certainly could do better, but I was just pleased that it was me that she chose.

We went back into our room and dressed. Melanie found nice heels for both of us and took me back into the bathroom so we could see ourselves in the large mirror. She smiled at me and that made me happy. We did look pretty good, she more than me, but I wasn’t bad. Then we were off to “The Library”.

When we got there I was self-conscious because I was braless and my nipples showed. Mine are sort of thick and stand up even when not erect, sort of like pencil erasers. They only didn’t show much when I wore a bra. We were seated at our table, in a corner, shielded by a bookcase and the waiter lit candles at our table. It was like being alone with her even in a restaurant.

“Melanie, I want to order and pay for this, please.”

She was in a good mood and didn’t object. I ordered broiled lobster with drawn butter. We were too young to drink but we didn’t need it. I, at least, was intoxicated just by being with my love. We sat and talked quietly, enjoying each other’s company and it helped me to put the party out of my mind for a time. When the meal came and was set in front of us I spoke.

“I want to feed you Melanie, please. I’ll be careful to not stain your dress.”

She smiled and let me, so I carefully cracked her lobster and dipped small pieces in the butter and fed her. I sat next to her, not across the table. Melanie did the same for me and it was decadent to be sitting in that corner, feeding each other lobster, doused in butter. I was enjoying it very much.

“Darling do something for me.”

“Anything, Melanie.”

“Let your shoulder strap slip off and down your arm.”

I couldn’t refuse her and did, my dress just hanging on my nipple on that side. I reddened a little. She fed me some more and I fed her and I forgot that my dress was just hanging. Melanie did nothing until the waiter was back, asking if we needed anything, then she reached over and gave my dress a gentle tug. I turned beet red as my breast uncovered. Melanie smiled at me and I weakly smiled back. The waiter just stared at my uncovered breast. I felt so warm in my face. Melanie hissed at me.

“God, Sabine, cover up!”

I tugged up my dress, feeling my face flush. The waiter smirked at me and I couldn’t hold his eyes. I looked down. He finally left and Melanie giggled.

“That was cute, Sabine. He sure enjoyed it.”

I was embarrassed but happy that she liked it. We finished our meal and ordered dessert, one piece of cheesecake for the two of us. We ate it, enjoying each other and the taste. I couldn’t help but smile at her. Even if she had embarrassed me with the waiter it still was a wonderful time. But all wonderful times have to end. Melanie looked at her watch. I sighed. The next part of the night I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy all that much.

She did let me pay for dinner and we left. Melanie drove us to this house on the south side of town. It was in a newer development and fairly large. She parked and we got out, my stomach tight. She rang the doorbell and the woman who had been with Ms. Wilson answered the door. She motioned us inside and led us to a large living room with eight other women seated on couches and in chairs.

“Our model has arrived so we can begin.”

I trembled. Melanie sat and motioned me to just stand in front of everyone. The woman laid out several skimpy outfits. I just stood and looked at them and then at all the women. I finally looked at Melanie; I delayed as much as I could before moving my eyes to her.

“Pick something out, darling and then put it on.”

I shivered and looked at the lingerie on the coffee table in front of me. I picked up the largest thing there, a negligee and panty set. I knew what Melanie expected but I just couldn’t do that right now. I walked into the next room and forced myself to stop shaking. I undressed, taking all my lovely clothes off. I sniffled and pulled on the panties. They were sheer and my slit showed. I slipped on the negligee and closed my eyes, shivering. I took a deep breath and walked out. The woman described the outfit while I stood, blushing. Then she had me walk to each woman there and let her feel the material. I had to turn around and the panties were sheer enough that the crack of my ass was visible too. I was embarrassed completely even though it was only women.

When she had answered questions and everyone had seen the outfit, she motioned to me and I sighed. I went to the table and looked at what was left. I picked up a filmy bra and panty set and started to walk out.

“Sabine…”

I turned to look at Melanie, nervous.

“In the interests of time, why don’t you just change here. We are all women.”

I shuddered.

“Melanie, please…”

Her eyes tightened. I shivered.

“Sabine..”

“Melanie, please, I don’t….”

“Sabine!”

I knew that I had gone too far, I could tell. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be punished here for it.

I slipped off the negligee and panties, standing naked in front of everyone and then I slipped into the panties and put on the bra. I felt so hot and shaky. She described this outfit also and I had to walk to each woman and let them feel it and turn around in front of them once more. Melanie tweaked each nipple when I was front of her so they erected. I was embarrassed at how much they stuck out. Every one of them noticed and giggled at me, making my face turn even redder. I felt like I had sunburn.

There was even a pair of panties that were open in the crotch so my pussy showed, completely bare and the bra with it had holes cut in the cups so my nipples were bare also. That was the most humiliating outfit for me, dressed but naked and having to stand in front of each woman with my pussy showing. I felt so humiliated! Melanie was smiling at me again and that made me feel a little better, but not all that much.

When I had finally modeled all the outfits, she had me take the last one off and then I had to stand there naked while she took orders for the things the women wanted. Ms. Wilson stood up and put all the things in a bag, smirking at me. She gave the bag to Melanie. I tried to block all of them out and focused on Melanie. She took a break after filling out orders and the woman whose house it was got up and returned with drinks for them and a Coke for Melanie and I. I was allowed to sit by Melanie on a love seat and drink my Coke. She toyed with my hair and smiled at me. I was still very self-conscious, even sitting down and most of me hidden. I wasn’t paying much attention to them. I stared into space not even really enjoying her touch and blocked the room and everyone else out. The woman who was selling the stuff spoke.

“Now it’s time for the toys.”

My mind jerked to attention and I looked at her, my mouth open, a soft whimper escaping it. My eyes were drawn to the coffee table. I wish I hadn’t looked. There were vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, lubricants and other things that I didn’t know what they were, even nipple clamps! I shuddered and looked at Melanie and she nodded yes. My stomach fell and I wanted to cry.

“Now our model will demonstrate some of the toys.”

“No, no, I don’t..”

“Sabine…”

“Melanie, please..”

She looked at me and leaned forward to whisper to me.

“Don’t disappoint me anymore than you already have, Sabine. We’ll discuss this later. Now do as you’re told.”

I shuddered and with a leaden stomach, stood and walked to the coffee table, feeling all eyes on me. I looked at all the things and shuddered again. I picked up a vibrator. I looked at each one of them, seeing their looks of excitement on some faces and of disgust on others. I turned it on; jumping a little as it began to buzz. Then I closed my eyes and held it to my nipple, feeling the vibration make it stand up more. I just couldn’t do it.

“Melanie, please, help me.”

I heard giggles and flushed even more. Melanie was beside me in an instant. She took the vibrator from my hand and ran it down my chest and stomach, making my skin ripple. Then it was at my slit and vibrating my clitoris. I clenched my hands and kept my eyes closed as Melanie moved it around on me. I couldn’t help after a bit and moved my hips to gain more pressure, hearing giggles in front of me. Melanie removed it from my slit and I stood shivering. My nipples were so hard! My pussy was almost leaking and I was turned on and ashamed of myself. I opened my eyes and saw the women looking at me. I shuddered again. A chair was brought out and Melanie had me sit on it with my ass at the edge. Then she chose a dildo and slowly pushed it at my pussy. My eyes began to leak tears as it slid inside me. I was humiliated! Because of what I was doing, allowing this, but also at how easily it went inside me. There were all sorts of dildos and vibrators and it seemed each woman wanted a different one tested on me. Not all were used but I had several dildos shoved in my pussy and thrust in and out and vibrators used to tease my nipples and pussy too. I was flushed and shivering when the last was used and removed. Ms. Wilson picked up all the ones that had been used on me and slipped them in another bag, smirking at me. My eyes didn’t really see her; they were drawn to what was left on the table. The anal toys and some clamps and jewelry were left.

The woman held up some pendant things.

“These are used on nipples and the clitoris. Sabine, would you please.”

I looked at Melanie, begging her with my eyes. She smirked and got up and got them. They were u shaped wires at one end with a short small chain and a jewel dangling from it. Melanie teased my nipple and fitted the u over it, pinching it shut so it would stay and I gasped. She did the other nipple. Then she pushed back my hood and slipped the third over my clitoris, pinching it shut, not tight but enough to hold it on. Then I had to walk to each woman and let her see them. One or two flicked at the jewels and giggled as I sucked in a breath. It felt good, but I was embarrassed so much. It wasn’t being naked anymore, they had seen all of me there was to see, but using the toys on me that shamed me now. And they were all so much older than Melanie and I. It was like your mother was seeing you do this.

I walked back to Melanie and she removed them. I sucked in a breath as my clitoris and nipples tingled sharply from the blood rushing back into them. It hurt some but mostly made me shiver. The clamps were next. Melanie tightened these a little more. There was a chain connecting the clamps attached to my nipples and I didn’t want to stand in front of any of them. Melanie had to push me to get me to move. Most of them just looked at them, but the two who had flicked the jewels, took the chain and tugged. I felt my eyes water and gasped. Everyone giggled at me. It wasn’t that long before I was back with Melanie but she had tightened them enough that when she removed them, I gasped loudly as the blood rushed back and my nipples began to burn. I felt tears leaking down my cheeks and wiped them off with the back of a hand.

“If you use these, you will notice a burn when you remove them. That’s what she is feeling now.”

I was in a daze, just ignoring most of what was being said and the looks I was getting. I was pretty much all right until all the things were removed from the coffee table and Melanie led me to it.

“Get up on it, hands and knees, facing away.”

“Melanie, please..”

“Sabine, we’ll discuss this later, now do as you are told.”

I sobbed and got up on the table facing away from them, all of them and shuddered as lube was dripped on my asshole. Melanie held a slender thing, a handle with a small ribbed rod sticking out from it. I shuddered once more and she disappeared behind me. I felt it at my ass and then gasped as it slid into me, easily.

“You should use something small until you get used to it. Melanie show them some others.”

While she was talking Melanie had pushed and pulled it in and out of me. I was softly crying, so ashamed of myself. The thing was taken out and a small anal plug was inserted. I heard gasps as they watched my ass spread out and then close over the small part at the base of it. I was whimpering out loud. I gasped as Melanie removed it, feeling my ass open once more, hearing giggles now. A larger one was pushed inside me. I moaned. I felt so full. That was removed and my ass felt as though it was gaping open.

“Can we see if a dildo will fit in her?”

I sobbed as Melanie picked up one, lubricated it in front of my face and then pushed it at my ring. I clenched, not wanting anymore, but she just pushed and the inevitable happened. My ring spread and it was in me. She thrust it in and out fucking my ass in front of them. I could have died of shame. After a short while it was taken out of my ass but I was kept kneeling on the coffee table.

“I don’t think we have to demonstrate the strapons. They will work the same as the dildo we just saw. You can also use a vibrator instead of a dildo.”

I knelt as they chattered and ordered what they wanted. I wanted to get up but Melanie hadn’t told me that I could. Besides, like this I didn’t have to see them looking at me. Melanie sat next to me stroking my back that made me feel some better but not enough. I was still naked and I had been penetrated in both holes in front of all of them.

“This is something new to our product line. It isn’t for everyone. We’ll have her put it on so you can see what it looks like and understand how it is used.”

Melanie was in front of me again. She was holding a dildo with a funny thing on the base and some straps.

“Open.”

I obeyed and she pushed the funny thing in my mouth and fastened the straps around my head. I now had a cock sticking out of my mouth. Melanie’s eyes lit up as she saw me like that. Now I had to turn and show them what it looked like, getting giggles once more. Thankfully that was the last thing to be shown to them. I had it on and Melanie talked to the woman who was selling all this stuff. She reached in her case and handed Melanie one of the dildo mouth things to Melanie. Melanie dropped it in one of the bags by her place and then got my clothes. She removed the thing and I dressed hurriedly, wanting to leave here immediately, never wanting to see any of them again. Melanie made me say good bye to all of them. We walked to her car silently. When we were inside it, she turned to me.

“Sabine, I am a little disappointed in you and your begging and whining. Don’t say anything to me right now.”

I was glad to be silent all the way home. We walked up and at the punishment room she led me inside it.

“Take off your clothes, Sabine and wait here for me.”

With my stomach feeling like a lead ball was in it, I stripped, silently and watched her take all my clothes with her, leaving me standing naked and alone. She made me wait, alone and naked for a long time, every noise I heard in this old dormitory making me jump. Finally she came back with a pair of handcuffs, her crop and a pair of my dirty panties. I silently walked up to the bed and she cuffed me, bent over to it.

“Open, you will want these tonight.”

I opened my mouth, shivering, afraid of her and she stuffed them in my mouth. Then she stepped back and I heard the hiss of the crop and jerked up squealing. She had never hit me this hard before! She beat my ass, really beat it, making me cry. Snot was bubbling out of my nose in no time and my eyes were running with tears. My ass felt on fire and swollen when she finished. I heard her walk out, leaving me as I was, bent over and cuffed, naked and bawling. I stood there alone for a long time, shuddering and panting. She came back and undid the cuffs and pulled me down the hall to our room. She wasn’t gentle. I was pushed to my knees and handed lubricant. I sobbed but I lubricated my ass for her and knelt, head down, waiting.

Melanie came up behind me. She placed the head of her cock at my ring and just thrust it into me, making me gasp around the panties, my dirty panties, which were still stuffed in my mouth. She pulled my head up by my hair and hissed at me.

“I am disappointed at your begging and whining tonight, cunt. I should have punished you right there and then, but I felt a little sorry for you, you bitch. I won’t do that again and you had better remember that if you don’t want your ass paddled immediately. Do you understand me, you fucking bitch?”

I couldn’t answer and she was holding my head up so I couldn’t even nod. I think she knew that I understood though. She slammed into my ass.

“It was all women, and no need for you to be so reluctant. They have all seen tits and cunt before.”

She slammed into me again. I was arched up and my head hurt too, from her pulling my hair. My ass was burning.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect to be obeyed without all this Melanie and no bullshit, slut.”

Her cock slammed into me again. My ass was tender from last night and was starting to hurt more.

“You did it anyway, didn’t you, you dirty little bitch? So I don’t understand the begging and whining. And I don’t want to hear it any more. Do you understand?”

She slammed up me again and I whimpered, trying to nod yes, but not successfully since she had my head pulled up and back. Melanie reamed my ass, pounding it hard, making me gasp continually. It felt like a hot poker was stuffed in it. She reached over and pulled my panties out of my mouth.

“Where is my cock, you bitch?”

“I-i-in m-my ass.”

“And why do you think it’s in your ass, bitch?”

“I-I-I was di-di-disobedient.”

“Yes, absolutely correct, slut. And will you be disobedient again?”

“N-N-No.”

“I certainly hope not, but I don’t think so. Now fuck yourself on my cock.”

I began to move back on her cock, fucking myself on it. Before long Melanie was thrusting into me as I moved my ass back and forth and I felt her slam inside me, jerking and a moan escaped her mouth. She ground on my sore ass and came. She slumped over my back slightly still up my ass. Then in a few moments she pounded me again, making me cry and feel so ashamed of myself that I had not been good. Melanie fucked my ass through another orgasm for her and then pulled out of my ass. I heard her remove the strapon and she dropped it on my back.

“Clean it and go to bed. I expect much better behavior from you in the future.”

I gasped as I struggled to my feet and walked slowly into the bathroom. I washed the strapon and silently walked back into the room, seeing Melanie in bed, turned away from me. I sobbed silently, disappointed in myself and put the strapon away. Then I walked between our beds and stood facing her.

“I’m sorry, Melanie, I am really sorry.”

She said nothing and I got into my little bed. I felt so bad that I had disappointed her once more and I promised myself that I would never do that again. Promises can be hard to keep, even to those that you love, however. I lay on my side, keeping my burning hot ass off the mattress, facing Melanie, hoping that she would at least look at me. She did not turn to face me, though, and I silently cried myself to sleep, my sobs shaking my body.

I didn”t know what to do. Should I keep walking and walk out of it or bend over and pull it up? Reason took over. I bent, blushing and pulled my dress up, just leaving my breasts uncovered and finished walking to my door. I opened it and got in, then looked at the window. The two guys were clapping their hands and I felt hot all over. Melanie put the car in gear and drove off.

“Good, Sabine?”

“Delicious, Melanie.”

On the drive back to our campus I got my dress back up and decent once more. I was lost in my thoughts. Melanie parked and we got out and went to our room. I sat on my bed, shivering inside. Melanie sat at her desk.

“Horny?”

“Ah, yes/”

“Do you want to masturbate?”

I couldn”t look at her. I was embarrassed at what I had already done in front of her. I couldn”t tell her that I wanted to masturbate. I sat quietly, looking at the floor.

“Well?”

I didn”t look at her, I just nodded yes. She stepped up to me, lifted my chin and looked in my eyes.

“Go ahead.”

I didn”t say a word. I stood up and slid the straps off my shoulders. I unzipped. I pulled my dress down until it was a puddle of fabric at my ankles. I slipped my shoes off and sat down, then laid back, naked. Naked in front of my roommate, the girl who had just asked me if I wanted to masturbate. Melanie moved to the end of my bed, staring at my naked body. I looked briefly, flushing. Then I cupped my breasts and teased my nipples, pinching and tugging on them. Then I let a breast go and licked the fingers on my right hand. My legs fell open as my right hand moved down and my pussy was in her sight.

I felt very bad. Until I my fingers touched myself, my lips, my clitoris. I looked at her again, watching me. I rubbed my clitoris gently, causing little tremors inside me. Then I took my other hand and lowered it also. I spread my lips open so she could see how wet and aroused I was. Then, still rubbing my clitoris, I stuffed one finger up into the hot slick wetness of my pussy and pushed it and out. My eyes closed and I whimpered as I fingered and rubbed myself to an orgasm, a wonderful gut wrenching orgasm. I felt my face heat up as I heard the wet squishing sounds I made. As the first spasms hit, my hips lifted up, bucking against my hands. I let out a low, long moan as I jerked and spasmed, my hands still working on my pussy. When the aftershocks left me lying exhausted and fulfilled, I looked up at her. Melanie smiled at me. Then she went to the light and turned it off. I heard clothes rustling in the dark.

Melanie came to me and leaned down. Her lips brushed my cheek in a soft kiss. I felt a stiff nipple touch my right arm. I wanted to reach out, but I didn”t. She helped me get under my blanket and sheet, with just teasing touches to my sweaty skin. She kissed my cheek softly again. I heard her pull down her covers and get into her bed. I laid on my side, listening to the rustle of bedclothes, whimpers and moans from only three or four feet away. In the dark, I heard Melanie masturbate too. I knew that she was done when I heard a long soft OOOOOOOOOOOOOO, from the darkness next to me.

“Thank you, Sabine, thank you.”

I listened once more and soon heard the regular breathing of my roommate. I snuggled down and with a smile went to sleep.