Acquisition 6/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
Bess allowed Pam some time to herself in her 'own' room before she had
to leave to pick up her kids.
From Bess' standpoint it had been a wonderful day. Pam was really
becoming reliant on her. Pam would do 'almost' anything for her now.
Bess knew that if she manipulated Pam properly that the 'almost' could
be eliminated. She needed to be patient and soon Pam would be
her 'possession.' Bess also realized that having such a possession was
a lot of work and responsibility for her. But she was willing to take
that responsibility, because she knew that the rewards would be so
thrilling and satisfying.
The next day was a workout day and the end of the week. Following the
exercise session Bess took Pam's measurements. A few more pounds were
lost and the waist and hips also were reduced by half an inch each. The
was no change in the bust measurement.
During the workout Bess took every opportunity to touch and fondle Pam.
The overtly sexual caresses were not so much for her own benefit, but
more to keep Pam on a sexual edge. Make her aware of her physical self
and her sexuality. By all accounts Bess was successful, as Pam's
nipples stayed erect and on several occasions, when the exercise
required Pam to spread her legs, an odor and wetness were evident.
After the measurements were done Bess said, "I have another idea about
firming up your tits, Pam."
A look of pure terror flashed in Pam's eyes. She remembered the pain of
the previous tit torture Bess had inflicted on her in the name
of "firming her up."
Seeing the look, Bess laughed, "Don't worry pet. Not like the other
day. My idea will be uncomfortable, but it won't hurt. Let's go take
our shower and I'll show you."
Pam looked at the paddle sitting on the table. It hadn't been used
today.
Bess laughed again, "Not today, Pam. You are starting to enjoy that too
much. It is punishment, after all." Pam actually looked a little
disappointed.
The women took their shower with an easy familiarity. They washed and
dried each other's bodies intimately.
Once dry, Bess said, "Go get your shoes from your room and meet me
downstairs." Pam padded happily to her room. Bess got dressed and when
down the stairs. Pam was taking her time in her room. She really loves
that room, Bess thought. I think we should make it a really special
place for her. Once downstairs, Bess called up to Pam, "Get your ass
down here Pam, but be careful on the stairs, I don't want you falling
down." Bess heard Pam's door open and close. She looked up when she
heard the click of the high heels on the stairs. Pam very carefully
descended. She held herself erect for balance. Bess thought she looked
almost regal as she slowly came down the stairs. She looked like a
naked dream. Her body was really improving. Once again, Bess wished she
could be a man and really "have" her friend. Well she thought there
was 'have' and there was 'possess.'
In the living room the women faced each other. Bess dressed, and Pam
naked, the roles of the two women had become well defined. Bess
said, "The heels make you stand up straighter and keep your legs and
ass flexed. But to help your upper body we need to pull your breasts
up. That's what I was trying to do the other day." Pam flinched as she
remembered the pain. "So my new idea is to help you with your posture.
Pam, you tend to hunch your shoulders and hide your curves. Probably
because you have always been taught to be ashamed of yourself and
because of your poor self concept. But after the last three weeks you
know how wonderful a fit and attractive body can be. So we need to re-
train years of poor posture. It will help you firm up."
Bess held up a short web belt like that used to strap books
together. "Turn around, pull your shoulders back and stick your chest
out. Pam looked unsure but immediately complied with the order. Bess
grasped Pam's arms and pulled them behind her. Then she looped the belt
around Pam's arms above her elbows and pulled it tight. Pam's arms were
trapped behind her body. Her arms were held straight, hands resting on
her buttocks. Bess pulled the belt tighter forcing Pam's elbows to
touch behind her.
"Owwww," Pam cried out.
"Quiet, you baby! It doesn't hurt and your muscles will get used to
that position soon enough."
Bess placed her hand on the back of Pam's neck and steered her over to
a large mirror that hung above a table of knickknacks. "See what a
difference good posture makes? Lift your head up. Keep your neck
straight. I'm going to train you to keep your shoulders back and stand
straight. It's healthier and makes you look and feel better. Look in
the mirror, Pam."
Pam looked and saw her shoulders pulled back so far that their
roundness disappeared behind her. Her breasts were pulled up and out.
They did seem to sit higher. But with her shoulders pulled back to the
extreme they didn't stick out forward, but pointed slightly to each
side. The gap between the tits was extra wide. Bess stood behind her
and said, "Yes, I think that this will work." She reached around Pam
and cupped the older women's tits. She pushed them together so they
pointed forward. "Yes! good posture will firm you up." She release
Pam's tits and watched them bounce back to their cock-eyed position.
Let's leave the strap on for a while. Walk around the house in the
heels. It will help train your posture. Bess sat on the couch watching
her neighbor circle the room. After 15 minutes or so Bess released
Pam's arms and noticed that her neighbor did stand straighter.
"Time for you to go my pet. Tomorrow you can do a little cleaning for
me. Then spend most of your time enjoying 'your room'."
That evening Bill Henderson noticed that his wife seemed different. He
had been noticing some changes in her over the past several weeks. The
diet and exercising with their neighbor Bess really seemed to be
improving her attitude, energy level and look. He didn't think of his
wife much as a sexual person. They had their once a week uninspired
love making. He thought of Pam much the same way everyone else did, as
a mother and pre-school teacher. Of course Bill didn't think of himself
as much of a stud either. He was just an average guy. He was just
trying to get through life. He didn't understand passion. In fact, he
would probably be frightened to death if he was ever faced with a real
emotionally charged situation, much less relationship. That's why he
was so comfortable with Pam. That's what defined their life together.
They were an average comfortable couple. Sure they loved each other,
but it was a steady, what do we need to do today, kind of love. Their
relationship was not a passionate, "damn the torpedo's, full speed
ahead", love affair. He had just never seen Pam as a very lusty person
or himself for that matter. But on the other hand, maybe he should make
love to her tonight. That's the way he thought of it, as him making
love to her. That was TO her, not WITH her. Sex was never the two of
them making love together, much less as screwing each other for the fun
and thrill of it.
That night Bill did roll over onto his wife. He was more excited than
usual and assumed that Pam was as well. His penis slid with ease into
her warm and wetter than usual hole. He grunted above his wife for a
few minutes and unleashed his cum into her. Pam didn't have an orgasm.
She usually only 'finished' about 50% of the time. It had never
bothered her much in the past, but tonight with all of the stimulation
she had endured over the past few days, her body screamed out for
release. But being the dutiful wife, in her marriage bed, she snuggled
up to Bill and didn't say anything. Soon his snoring started, leaving
her frustrated and annoyed.
The next day it was after dinner before Pam could get back to Bess'
house. She was anxious to be with her friend and spend some time
in 'her' room.
After she stripped at the back door, Bess immediately had Pam put on
her heels and then clean up the kitchen from the meals that Bess had
eaten during the day. Following that chore Bess "cinched" Pam's arms
and made her walk around the living room flexing her ass and thrusting
her tits out. Much to Pam's delight Bess would smack her hard on the
ass, with her hand, when she walked near the couch where Bess was
sitting, watching a sex video and rubbing her pussy through her pants.
After about twenty minutes of what Bess began calling, "naked housewife
on parade", she said, "lets go up to your room Pam."
Once in the room Bess bluntly asked Pam if "Bill had screwed her last
night." Pam didn't answer, but blushed and looked at the floor.
"You can't hide anything from me Pam, I can tell he did, so say it!"
"Yes Bess, Bill made love to me last night."
"Did you have an orgasm Pam?"
Again no answer, but Pam's shoulders slumped in resignation.
"You are so transparent, Pam. Since you didn't cum, you shouldn't
really call it "making love." All Bill did was screw you. He fucked you
Pam and you didn't even get-off. That's not making love, that's just
Bill being a selfish asshole. Just the way my ex-husband used to do me."
Bess hugged Pam and continued now with a loving voice, "We have to take
care of each other Pam. I'm horny and since you at least had some sex
last night I want you to wear that harness again and hold me like you
did the other day. That's the least you could do for me."
Soon Pam was laying on her back on the black satin, the pliable rubber
cock jutting up from between her legs. Today Bess had Pam watch as she
lovingly rubbed lubricant over 'Pam's' cock. Then she stripped off her
clothes and told Pam to look at her as she held her own labia apart.
Then she slowly sat on Pam and impaled herself. Bess knew that Pam
couldn't tear her eyes away from her pussy as the cock slowly
disappeared.
Like the other day she leaned forward to be held by the housewife, as
she slowly rocked her pelvis.
"Ohh, that feels good Pam. I love it. I love you. Pam move your hips
some to help get me off."
Pam's mind raced. It was one thing to hold her friend and cuddle her,
but quite another to take an active role in... in... screwing her. That
was the only word she could think of.
Pam didn't move as Bess began to make larger movements with her hips.
"Come on Pam help me... Do it, I need it."
Still no reaction from Pam, so finally Bess grabbed Pam around the
shoulders and rolled her over on top of her. In this position Bess was
able to wrap her legs around Pam's waist. "Come on Pam move your hips."
Bess began kicking Pam's ass with her heels.
The shocked housewife in almost an automatic response thrust her hips
forward.
Feeling the rubber cock drive into her Bess, hissed, "Yesssssss, like
that!! Again Pam, again."
Pam's sex life had consisted of lying on her back while Bill thrust
into her. Neither Mr. or Mrs. Henderson had used any imagination in
their love making. Pam did rock slightly on top of Bess, when prompted
by the heels kicking her ass. But Pam really didn't know how to go
about doing what was being asked of her by her friend.
Bess finally reached a small and entirely unacceptable orgasm. She held
Pam for a few moments then harshly said, "I am not accepting this, Pam.
You will do better. And I don't want any crap from you. Get up off the
bed."
Pam stood up, forgetting that Bess was still connected to her. The
smack of the fake cock hitting her upper thigh reminded her when it
popped free from Bess' pussy.
"Pam take off that thong harness then 'assume the position' over the
arm of the couch. I'm going to punish you."
Pam eagerly complied. This was familiar territory for her. Unlike the
activity that had just taken place on the bed. And as much as she hated
to admit it to herself, she enjoyed Bess' spankings. After all she
deserved them, didn't she.
The harness and cock hit the floor. Pam draped herself over the satin
arm of the couch, looking back expectantly at her friend.
Bess looked around the room and spied the plastic hair brush on the
vanity. She grabbed it and approached Pam with a wicked smile on her
face.
Spanking seemed to make Pam hot, well Bess would give her a spanking,
then she would show her how to fuck.
Bess began to hit Pam's ass using hard short strokes. As she got a
rhythm she began to lengthen the swing. The popping sound echoed off
the bedrooms walls. Soon Pam's cries also could be heard. But Bess
didn't stop. Again and again the hair brush fell on the tender flesh.
It turned red. Bess could see Pam squirms and saw her tits ripple as
the impact traveled up the body. Pam was crying openly. A few dark
spots, where some bruising occurred, showed on the ass that quivered in
anticipation of more blows. And Bess could tell that Pam was turned on.
Her brown nipples were hard and her pussy was wet.
Bess dropped the brush and grabbing Pam by her shoulder length hair,
pulled her to the bed.
"On your back, bitch," growled Bess as she put the harness on herself
for the first time. She squirted some lubricant on the cock, then
kneeled on the bed. Bess roughly pushed Pam's shapely legs apart. The
movement caused sharp pain on Pam's bruised ass, so she lifted her hips
to relieve the pressure and ease the pain.
Bess took the lifting of Pam's hips as an invitation, "You really want
it don't you, you slut?"
"No... No... I was... it hurts... " But Pam felt a thrill. A new thrill
of humiliation by being called such a dirty name by her friend. It was
a terrible name... Not her... she was a wife and mother... But she kept
her pelvis lifted off the bed. Kept her legs spread... It wasn't just
the pain. It was something else. It was weeks of foreplay by Bess. She
was excited. Deep in her soul... in a place that was not even in her
consciousness... she wanted this...
Bess leaned forward rubbing the cock up and down the slit of her
friend... of her possession... then finding the opening, she nestled
the spongy rubber head into place. Finally she let the length slide
easily into Pam.
"Pam, I'm going to show you how to fuck. Feel this and remember. This
is what I'm going to want you to do later."
Bess took hold of Pam's hips and slowly began to withdraw the phallus.
After it was two thirds out she slowly ran it back into Pam's virginal
cunt. "I'll bet this is about the same as Bill, just the old in/out.
Let me show you how good this can really feel, Pam. LET GO and enjoy a
real fucking for a change."
"I shouldn't... I... No... Ohhh... ohh... yessss... I feel it...
yess... ohhh... "
Pam was lost too the sensation. All thoughts of Bill, the girls...
everything disappeared, as Bess added a circular motion to the slow
thrusting of her slim hips.
"So this was what it felt like to be a man," thought Bess. It wasn't
just sex, it was power... To have someone squirming under you while you
pounded into them. To dominate, the act of penetrating, of stabbing
into someone, that was what it was about. Bess enjoyed this feeling of
superiority. She would never let Pam go. She wanted to hold herself
above this woman forever. She would crush this beautiful flower with
her sexual power. The power of her strong body. And what was so ironic,
Pam wanted to be dominated. Bess could tell by the way the middle-aged
wife whimpered under her. "Too bad I don't have nerve endings in this
fake cock. I'd love to know what Pam's buttery wet cunt feels like,"
Bess thought.
****
Bess was relentless. She drove her groin into Pam's over and over. Then
she would withdraw the rubber cock halfway from Pam's clasping cunt and
rotate. Then back again to a hard thrusting motion. At first Pam laid
there fairly still, but the combination of the dildo thrusting into her
and the pain that still emanated from her bruised ass caused her to
begin tilting her pelvis in time to Bess' thrusts.
Bess leaned forward and hissed into Pam's ear, "Wrap your legs around
me."
And Pam did, responding immediately to Bess' order . It caused two
things to happen. First Pam immediately felt relief from her punished
ass as the most bruised parts came off the mattress. Then she felt the
rubber phallus stab into her deeper than before. Her stomach tightened
and felt an orgasm begin to spread from her groin.
"Ohh. I'm finishing Bess... Ohh."
Beth laughed, "That's only a little orgasm, Pam. Is that all you get
from Bill? I've only been doing you for a couple of minutes. You poor
thing. Is that all that your sorry ass husband has done for you? No,
love, that's not an orgasm, that is just prelude. I'll bet Bill
finishes his thing after only a few minutes. By now Bill is probably
breathing hard and can't keep going. Bess, I'm just starting... I can
do this all day."
Pam had to agree with her neighbor. She would never say anything bad
about her husband but Bess was right. After a couple a minutes Bill
would squirt his seed into her and then collapse, panting and sweating
from the two minute workout.
"Pam, relax, lock your legs behind my back. Play with your tits and
close your eyes, we have a long time before you find out what a real
fucking orgasm is."
Pam cupped her breasts with her hands and relaxed back onto the
mattress. The friction from the continuing stroking of Bess' fake
phallus into her cunt and the rubbing of Bess' groin on her clit
created a new sensation. Pam felt like she was floating up from the
bottom of a deep pit. And suddenly she realized that something
wonderful would happen when she finally made it to the top.
Bess continued to vary her motion. And Pam began to slowly build in a
way that she had never felt before. She ran her hands in delicate
circles over her own breasts. They were becoming hypersensitive. She
built and built, while Bess stroked and stroked. This went on for two
more minutes, then 5, then 8. Finally, after twelve minutes of
continuous stroking, Pam emerged from the dark pit into the light. Her
entire being was feeling nothing but the friction between her legs. Her
eyes were tightly closed but she could see flashes of light, her limbs
began to spasm uncontrollably and she had a mind numbing, intense, gut
wrenching orgasm. It was a feeling that she had never had, she could
hear her own screams of pleasure as her mind became clouded to
everything except that pleasure. Oh God, the pleasure was
indescribable. Oh God, she never knew she could have such feelings, so
much intensity.
Pam quivered and quaked. Bess finally stopped and held her neighbor.
Held her tightly, held her tenderly in a way she was sure that Pam's
oaf of a husband never had. She actually leaned forward and gently
kissed the tears from Pam's cheeks. She didn't rush to withdraw
her "cock". She left it nestled in Pam's silky folds, waiting until her
neighbor was completely relaxed. Waiting for Pam to finish basking in
the afterglow of the most intense sexual feelings of her life.
"Don't say anything, Pam. I know you enjoyed that. Remember, it's just
between us. No guilt. No blame. In fact you should be blaming Bill for
wasting so many years of your life."
Pam didn't say anything. She just turned her head into her pillow as
Bess gently slid the dildo from that wonderful snatch. Giving Pam one
last caress, Bess stood. Then, as she passed the vanity, as she quietly
slipped from the room, she hit the play button on the TV. Sounds of a
video taped orgy filled Pam's room. Closing the door behind her she
heard Pam's bed creak as the housewife rolled towards the TV. Despite
the guilt Pam felt, she wanted to see hard cocks and gaping pussies.
Bess smiled as she removed the harness in her own room. Pam was
changing.
The next few days continued the pattern. Workout day, then housework
day. On housework day Pam would be required to play "naked housewife on
parade" before she got to spend time in her room. Bess pulled the strap
on her arms tighter each time, and soon added a second strap to Pam's
arms. This strap near Pam's wrists gave Bess a place to easily hold so
she could pull Pam around the house.
One afternoon four days after the memorable dildo fuck Pam was resting
in her room enjoying the solitude. She knew that she would have to go
home in about 45 minutes to make her family dinner. Today she had
decided to put on the beautiful negligee that Bess had given her. She
lay on the black satin bed cover and listened to some soft jazz music.
Her eyes were closes and she was feeling very relaxed.
In her bedroom Bess was attaching another dildo on the second mounting
screw of the harness. Bess had gone back to the seedy adult store that
morning while Pam was at pre-school. She had bought a slightly larger
rubber penis. This was an inch or two longer than the six inch model
she had purchased earlier. It was also thicker. With a dildo attached
to each side of the vinyl harness Bess squatted slightly and after
putting some KY jelly on the smaller cock, slipped it into herself. "I
may as well get some enjoyment out of what I am about to do," she
thought. Bess tied the straps of the harness. Securing it. She looked
in the mirror. You couldn't tell that Bess had a phallus imbedded
inside of herself. The harness and larger dildo looked just like it
usually did. Bess didn't think that Pam would notice that a different
dildo jutted out from her groin, but Pam would feel the difference when
it was inside of her.
Bess wrapped a bathrobe around her slim naked body. She folded her
hands in front of her groin to hide the bulge under her robe. Then she
slowly walked down the hall to Pam's room. Walking was difficult with
the rubber tube in her belly. She would have to have Pam try this next
time she ordered "naked housewife on parade."
Bess opened the door to Pam's room without knocking. There she was,
white silk on black background. Dark nipples and dark triangle visible
through the diaphanous material. She looked virginal and vulnerable,
but also very erotic. How one woman could elicit such contrary images
was amazing to Bess.
Pam heard the door open. She looked up at Bess and smiled. Bess placed
a finger to her lips indicating that she didn't want any talking. She
smiled down on Pam. Bess opened her robe and let it drop to the floor.
Leaning against the door frame Bess slowly ran the fingers of one hand
up and down the length of the fake cock hanging between her legs. Pam
watched the movement... and then... and then... reached for the hem of
the negligee and pulled it up to her waist. As Bess walked towards the
bed, Pam opened her legs in invitation.
Pam walked home on rubbery legs almost an hour after Bess had entered
her room, but she felt a satisfaction that she had never known. She
hoped that Bill would make love to her tonight, and maybe he would last
for more than a few minutes.
