Acquisition 24/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
Pam entered the dining room. As expected, the comments from the three men began
as soon as she came into view.
"I thought you gentlemen would enjoy Pet more if she were dressed as the kitchen
help rather than a guest," Bess giggled. Pam tried to ignore the comments and
went about serving the desert. Bess of course was served first. Pam placed the
bowl of chocolate mousse in front of her.
"Thank you Pet, you certainly do make the dinner more fun. Too bad your tits
can't hide behind the apron." She reached up and bunched the apron bib between
the swinging breasts of the housewife. They were large enough to keep the
material stuck between them and expose all of the large red-tipped globes. Now
only Pam's pussy was still hidden. The men whistled appreciatively.
"Man, I knew she had some world class tits," Hank commented.
"Yeah, nice ass too," added Joe.
As she placed the remaining bowls in front of the men she had to dodge grasping
hands on her ass, tits and in Hank's case, up under the front of the apron
skirt. They all managed to get quick feels. Despite Pam's embarrassment she
could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter with each comment and grab.
As she walked around the table towards the kitchen Gerald reached out and
grabbed the tie at her back. She couldn't move forward, held at the waist. Pam
could feel the bow that Bess had tied coming undone. The bow's knot slipped and
the apron came loose at the waist. Trying to get Pam to turn back around, Gerald
kept pulling on the string. This threw Pam off balance and she started
staggering sideways. The heels, not made for walking sideways, caused her ankles
to buckle under her and Pam, with serving tray flying, landed hard on the floor.
The apron flew up around her head, blinding her, but leaving her entire body
uncovered.
Bess jumped up, worried that Pam might have hurt herself. The three men were
close behind. Between the cloth covering her head and the wind being knocked out
of her lungs, Pam was gasping for breath.
"Pet, are you all right?" Bess asked, concerned. She pulled the apron off of
Pam's head to get her some air. It fluttered to the ground, completely off the
housewife.
The three men quickly surrounded Pam and easily lifted her to her feet, their
hands taking the opportunity to hold her tits, thighs and ass. Pam leaned
unsteadily against the table catching her breath. As she leaned forward on her
elbows her right tit pushed itself into one of the bowls of chocolate mousse.
Pam didn't even notice, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, but Hank did.
He gingerly lifted Pam's other breast and pushed another bowl of desert under
the housewife. The tit made a plopping sound as it hit the sticky chocolate when
he released the breast.
Pam's breath was returning to normal and Bess sighed in relief. "You're Ok,
Pet?"
"Yes, Miss Bess," Pam finally choked out, still leaning on the table.
"Here, take a sip of drink," Hank said, wanting to see the chocolate covered
tits. Pam stood up and took the offered glass. Everyone burst out laughing
breaking the tension in the room.
Pam, finally feeling the cold on her sensitive skin, looked down and saw her
brown covered chest. She squealed in shock. Another round of laughter broke out.
Then Pam smiled and let out a hearty laugh of her own. It was a ridiculous
situation. She was standing naked in a group of fully clothed people with a
sweet chocolate pudding covering her breasts.
"I'm glad you are in the spirit of things, Pet." And everyone laughed again.
Bess picked up a bowl of chocolate and led Pam into the living room. The men
followed like puppy dogs.
Bess directed Pam to sit on the coffee table, then pressed on her shoulders so
the housewife was laying on her back. Pam's legs were on the floor and her
chocolate tits were pointing at the ceiling. Bess turned to her guests and said,
"Gentlemen, I believe that desert is served."
The three men dropped to their knees around the table.
"Miss Bess, what... they shouldn't... wait... Miss Bess, I was just supposed to
serve the meal."
"Pet, you ARE the meal."
All three men looked at Bess expectantly.
"Gentlemen, Pet belongs to me. I don't want you taking any liberties with her
unless I say so." Bess was enjoying her power, not just over Pam, but also over
the three kneeling men. "God, this is great," she thought feeling flushed with
her control, "They will all dance to my tune."
Bess paused, amused with the scenario that she had set up for the men and Pam.
In a level voice that masked her excitement Bess continued, "Did you know that
poor Pet has never had her pussy eaten? All her husband has ever done is kiss
her pubes a few times."
The worldly Gerald chimed in, "I thought you two were... "
Bess laughed, "Oh, we play but neither one of us are dykes. No, we don't eat
each other, but as sweet as she is, I must admit that it has crossed my mind."
"Miss Bess, No... I can't let this... I'm married... "
"Shut up, Pet. I'm tired of hearing that you are married. I told you, when you
are here you are married to me."
Bess reached down and grabbed Pam's left hand. Using her strong fingers she
roughly pulled the rings from Pam's ring finger.
"I'll keep these for a while, to help remind you who you belong to." Pam began
to sob softly. "Now we need to have our desert. Don't we, guys?"
"Yeah, lets have desert," Joe agreed.
"Now, Gerald, I'm sure that an older man like you has eaten a lot of pussy."
Bess scooped two fingers through the bowl of chocolate mousse and rubbed the
dark sticky gelatin onto Pam's cunt. "Get between Pet's legs and show us how
it's done. Hank, Joe, why don't you get yours from those nice titties of hers?"
Three grinning men all leaned over Pam simultaneously. Hank and Joe began to
lick the chocolate covered tits. Each man immediately went for the nipple. The
men's rough tongues removed the desert from the points of Pam's boobs Pam's tits
resembled chocolate scoops with red cherry's on top. After pausing and enjoying
the sight both men dived back down and slavered Pam's breasts with their mouths.
Pam reacted to the tit stimulation by gently arching her back towards the hungry
mouths. The tears of losing her rings and thoughts of Bill were forgotten as the
pleasurable feeling coursed through her chest. Gerald, on his knees between
Pam's legs, grinned at Bess and lowered his face. He tentatively stuck out his
tongue and licked the chocolate covered pubic hair at the top of Pam's wet slit.
Like the scene above, Pam's erect and hard red clit looked like a cherry nestled
in chocolate. Then he 'dove in.' His tongue running up and down the length of
Pam's pussy lips. The labia separating smoothly as the tip of the man's tongue
slid up and down. He didn't jab his tongue into her but worked on cleaning the
chocolate mess up. Once Pam was clean he teased her clit then stuck his tongue
deeply into her juicing quim.
Pam was being worked on by three male mouths. The housewife was writhing in
unabashed sexual stimulation. Two men were nibbling and licking her tits, while
a third greedily sucked her cunt. The diminutive Bess stood above the tableau
and enjoyed the scene. "Soon, very soon," Bess thought, "I'll have Pet doing
everything and anything I say. Anytime, anyplace, with no reservations." She
rolled Pam's rings around in her palm and smiled.
The housewife was building to orgasm. The first one she had ever experienced
with a tongue probing deep in her wet fuck hole. She was a mass of nerve
endings. All of the chocolate had been cleaned from her body, replaced by the
wet saliva of the three men. Sensing that her Pet was close to cumming Bess
shouted, "STOP."
The three men looked up quizzically from the feast that they were enjoying. Pam
continued to squirm on the table top, arching up to find the mouths and tongues
that had abandoned her. "No, finish, please," Pam moaned with unfulfilled need.
Using a harsh tone Bess said, "Pet, you are so greedy. These nice men didn't
come here to take care of your needs. They came to be entertained! Didn't you."
Realizing that their hopes might be answered the men said, "Yes, we need to be
entertained."
Bess pushed the men aside and, grabbing Pam's arms, pulled her to her feet. "By
God, they will all do what I want them to do," Bess thought, feeling powerful.
Bess was a head shorter than Pam and even smaller when compared to the men who
had struggled to their feet next to her. But she was in charge. All three men
were sporting bulges in the front of their pants.
"You guys sit on the couch." They dutifully complied. "Pet, get over here and
bend over, we are going to play 'naked housewife on parade' for them."
Bess produced the elastic tit bands that she sometimes used to try and make
Pet's tits bigger and more prominent. Pam hesitated as she stood in front of
Bess, but was rewarded with a rude pull of her hair to get her bending over at
the waist. Since Pam's ass was towards the men they couldn't see what Bess was
doing, but they got a nice view of Pam's buttocks and cunt lips that were
visible between her legs.
Bess began methodically 'milking' Pam's tits. Pushing and pulling more and more
blood and fluid into them. With a rapid and practiced movement she slipped the
restrictors over the engorged and hanging jugs.
"There you go Pet, now turn around."
The men got their first look at Pam. Seeing her bound and expanded tit flesh
they groaned out loud. While the men gawked at the housewife Bess strapped Pam's
arms behind her, but bent her elbows painfully to the sides so her hands didn't
cover her ass. The housewife in heels and stockings, tits engorged and heavy,
had her shoulders pulled back. In short, she looked like a naked 'Barbie Doll'
to the men.
"Ok, parade up and down in front of the couch. Give the guys some
entertainment."
Bess stood at one end of the couch and smacked Pam on her ass with her hand,
causing the housewife to jump and jiggle. Pam began her sentry like walk back
and forth in front of the men. Each time she reached Bess she was rewarded with
a slap.
"Anybody else like to spank her?"
"Hell yes," was the consensus and a series of palms began to rain down as Pam
walked. She jumped and dodged, causing her tits to move and swing ponderously in
a most erotic display.
Finally Hank couldn't stand it any longer. He unzipped his pants and fished out
a nice hard average cock. Wrapping it in his fist he exclaimed, "Shit, this is
fucking great."
The other two men, seeing Hank's cock, slid away from him on the couch in
obvious homophobic concern.
"Stop that, Hank. I want Pet to entertain you, but the real reason I asked you
all here was to take care of me! I don't want you jacking off."
Joe chimed in, "You mean we can fuck you, Bess?"
"Of course, that why you're here."
He continued nodding towards Pam, "But what about her? I want her."
"Shit, she's an uptight old married lady. She looks good I must admit, but I
will give you a much better ride. Just think of Pet as inspiration for you."
Gerald slapped the beautiful ass as it passed and said, "She inspires me."
"I'll tell you what, Pam has been working on a little project lately, haven't
you Pet."
Pam stopped walking and looked quizzically at Bess. "I don't... understand, Miss
Bess."
"Sure you do Pet. Remember practicing with 'Mr. Friendly'; and Jake and Scotty."
"Oh no, I can't... "
"Shut up Pet, sure you can. These guys will cooperate. You'll get some good
practice and I don't want them to cum in your mouth. I want their sperm for
myself. Just think of it as a practice session and helping me out by getting
them ready for me. You DO WANT to HELP me don't you Pet?"
"What's up, Bess?" Gerald asked.
"Well, I told you that Pet had never been eaten. But believe it or not she is
very inexperienced at blow jobs. She has never given one to her husband." Bess
grinned at the shocked men. "Well, she has licked and kissed his cock a couple
of times, but never a full suction, swallow the meat, drink the cum blow job. So
I've been getting her to practice. Would you guys help us out? Let Pam practice
on you, then you can fuck me all you want. We'll even keep Pam around so you can
be inspired to 'bigger and better' things."
"Shit, I'm ready right now," Hank said, his eyes drinking in the view of Pam's
wet cunt and massive reddening tits.
Gerald, the older gentleman, said, "I don't need these games Bess. If you want
to screw around I'm ready, besides I don't like sloppy seconds."
His comment pleased Bess. A man that wanted her. But Gerald was no dummy. The
young Hank and Joe couldn't think beyond their hard cocks, but he would happily
fuck Bess as much and as often as she wanted. And in doing so be around for an
opportunity with the gorgeous, big titted housewife that would eventually come
his way.
"OK, Gerald, let's get comfortable. But do you mind if we stay here with them? I
don't trust Hank or Joe and I want to protect my property."
"Bess, honey, I'll do you anywhere. I love your strength. And you do need to
take care of your Pet."
Bess smiled and thought, she liked Gerald. He was classy. She wondered what the
older man's cock looked like. Well, she would find out soon enough.
"You boys get off the couch. Gerald and I need a comfortable place. Why don't
you youngsters drop your pants and let Pam see what she is going to practice on?
That will give Gerald and I time to get to know each other better."
Gerald swept Bess up into his arms and guided them both into a reclining
position on the couch. He began to kiss the homely woman hard. But over her
shoulder he was looking at the housewife who, despite looking like a middle-aged
fuck toy, still managed to seem in many ways like a lost little girl. He began
to struggle with Bess' clothes and felt Bess' hands on his zipper.
Hank and Joe shrugged their shoulders and began taking off their pants. Pam
looked frightened, but her pussy was so wet. The spanking and the thought of
finding out what these men's cocks would taste like had her nipples hard and
cunt juicing. Her eyes darted back and forth from the crotch of one man to the
other. Anticipating which hard young (young for her) cocks would appear first.
She involuntarily licked her lips. She found herself wishing that they would
hurry.
Bess called over to Pam, "Practice on those cocks Pet. But they had better not
cum. You are just supposed to practice, I want them primed and ready for me when
Gerald is done."
The thought that this was just practice made Pam feel better. "The men won't cum
so I'm not really being unfaithful to Bill," she justified to herself. "Besides,
in the long run this will help me please Bill more. Plus it will help Bess get
rid of her terrible frustration of not having a regular bed partner."
Pam began to rub her tits. They were starting to ache in the most delicious way
with that mixture of pleasure and pain that Pam was enjoying more and more as
"Miss Bess' worked her. The red nipples felt as if they would burst off the ends
of her enlarged globes of sensitive flesh.
"Ooooo," Pam thought, "They are pushing down their underpants. There, I can see
them. There they are. Two nice cocks coming into view." Pam fell to her knees to
get a better look at the hard prongs.
"Anxious, isn't she?" Hank said to Joe.
Hank's cock, after being self-manipulated, stuck out and slightly up. Parting
his shirt, the last button buttoned caught on a nice slender cock head.
Joe's cock, a little thicker and longer, hung down slightly from its weight. Its
head was wide and dark.
"Ok, darling, you heard Bess," Hank stepped forward his penis bouncing as he
moved. Pam found her face only inches from the impatient Hank's very hard and
throbbing cock. The housewife reached up and tentatively touched the hard shaft
at its midpoint. She could feel the heat emanating from the organ. She examined
it as if it were a foreign object, then used her fingers to pull a stray pubic
hair from the head. Pam leaned her head forward and touched her tongue to the
underside of the shaft. It was exposed because the cock continued to point
upward.
"C'mon, cunt! Suck it," Hank said.
Bess, hearing the words, stopped her efforts of pushing Gerald's pants down and
said, "Shut up Hank, I'm the only one who can call the cunt a 'cunt'."
Pam was both pleased and dismayed at hearing Bess' words. Pleased that Bess had
defended her, but dismayed because Bess thought she was nothing but a 'cunt'.
"Go on, Pet, take him in your mouth," Bess said, as she pushed Gerald's pants
and underwear down past his tight ass.
The brief exchange gave Pam a moment to ask herself what she was doing here.
Naked on her knees holding a strange man's penis, while her family was at home
next door. But when Bess said "Take him in your mouth," she reacted like the
trained toy she was and slipped her warm sweet mouth over the male sex organ.
Hank let out a loud groan. "Oh, baby, you have the sweetest mouth, now practice
sucking that thing." Pam obligingly began to bob her head up and down, wet lips
slipping easily over the ridges. To Pam the cock tasted of soap and the faint
odor of urine. But the feel of it was what captivated her. Soft and hard at the
same time. Smooth and with ridges at the same time. The one constant was its
heat. Like a hot poker in her mouth. Pam giggled at the thought, "It is a hot
poker isn't it?"
Hank pulled his shirt open and directed Pam to cup his balls. She did so
eagerly, hefting their weight in her hand. "They are filled with his sperm," Pam
thought, "I wonder what it would taste like." But Bess had said not to have them
cum. And that wouldn't be fair to Bill, after all her own husband had never cum
in her mouth.
The argument was moot. The excited Hank grasped the back of Pam's head. He had
no self control and felt his jism boiling up from his bowels into his cock. Pam
could feel the cock expanding in her mouth. Having no experience with a cumming
cock in her mouth, the housewife at first thought that she had done something
wrong. But then she felt something scald her tongue. She pulled against Hank's
arms and the flesh weapon popped out of her mouth a second and third burst of
stringy cum hit her on the cheek and chin.
"Oh, my", a shocked Pam exclaimed.
Bess looked up from the couch, She had her small hand wrapped around Gerald's
impressive member and he was pushing her panties down her legs. Her hairy cunt
was rubbing against his stomach as they struggled with the clothes.
"Pet, what the hell did you do?"
"I'm sorry Miss Bess, I didn't mean... " Tears were welling up in Pam's eyes.
Not because a strange man had shot of string of jism into her married mouth, but
because she had let 'Miss Bess' down.
Bess squirmed out from under Gerald. She used the freedom to strip off the rest
of her clothes as she approached the kneeling Pam. "I told you not to make him
cum, Pet. That wilted cock is no good to me now." Pam burst into tears. "I'm
going to give you something to cry about. Now wipe those globs off of your face
and bend over the table."
Pam scraped her hand along her face, collecting Hank's sperm. She looked at Bess
as if to ask, "What do I do with it now?"
"Lick it off your hand, Pet, then 'assume the position'."
Pam could still taste the saltiness of Hank's first blast in her mouth. Now to
make amends to Bess she eagerly began licking her hand. Strings of jism
stretching between her palm and mouth. She did this without reservation. She did
this to show her contrition to Bess, but soon found that the taste and feel of a
man's cum in her mouth was a reward of its own. "Ummmm," she said as she licked
the last dollop of white pearly liquid from her hand.
Pam walked on her knees to the coffee table. Her tits were jiggling, even as
they continued to swell and ache. She leaned forward onto the table, but it was
uncomfortable with her enlarged tits squashed beneath her. She shimmed backwards
and allowed those beautiful big breasts to hang off the end of the table, like
two red torpedoes stretching for the floor. They throbbed with a dull ache and
seemed to have a heat of their own.
Bess produced the familiar Ping-Pong paddle and, naked with muscles flexing for
all to see, drove the flat piece of wood against Pam's white buttocks.
The smack resounded loudly and the men stood in awe.
Gerald had rolled onto his back pushing off all of his clothes and watched the
little woman strike over and over as Pam bawled uncontrollably.
When Gerald saw Pam's ass rise to meet the paddle he discovered that he was so
excited that he was absentmindedly stroking his own cock. Bess saw Gerald's
motion and yelled, "OH, NO you don't! I'm not going to loose another load." The
athletic woman literally jumped over the table onto the couch and planted
herself on Gerald's cock. In one fast motion the older man found his prick
engulfed in Bess' slick pussy. Obviously, paddling Pam had gotten her juices
going.
"God that feels good," Bess moaned as the man's prick stuffed her insides.
Assuming that it was his turn with the housewife Joe stepped up to Pam and
dangled his thick meat in her face, the head rubbing a drop of pre-cum across
her nose. "Time for more practice," he said.
Bess looked over and not pausing in her rise and fall over the prone Gerald,
said, "Don't you let him cum in your mouth, Pet. I'll have need of that stiff
prick in a while."
Pam's eyes moved from Bess to the large cock smacking against her face. Her tits
were really throbbing now and her ass stung from the paddling. Pam felt those
things, but she also felt the slickness of her own juices on her thighs. "UMMM,"
was the noise she made as she opened her pretty mouth and engulfed the head of
another cock. Bill and the girls were no where to be found in the thoughts of
the housewife, as her tongue began its work on the delicious shaft in her mouth.
