Acquisition 27/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
After dinner as Pam was cleaning up her kitchen and Bill and the girls were
playing a game in the living room, she quietly called Bess' house. "Miss Bess?"
she whispered.
"Yes Pet, what do you want?"
"Can I make love to my husband tonight?"
"Make love Pet? You mean fuck, don't you? Say it!"
"Miss Bess can I ... fuck... my husband tonight?"
"No Pet. You cannot fuck your husband tonight! But you can suck his cock and
swallow his cum."
"Miss Bess, I am... I have to... "
"You're horny, Pet; you want an orgasm."
"Yes, Miss Bess."
"Well too bad. I don't think you deserve to cum. Suck off your husband or not. I
don't care, but I don't want you to have an orgasm until I see you tomorrow. Be
here after church. I have a surprise for you." The line went dead in Pam's ear.
Later in bed, Pam found herself squirming; she was unable to relax. On edge, the
balls in her cunt continued to stimulate her. The housewife's need was so great
she felt like screaming. As luck would have it, Bill decided in his usual clumsy
way to reach over and grab his wife. A prelude to initiating his weekly love
making session. Pam surprised him once again by sliding down his body and taking
his cock into her mouth.
She was pleased when his cock hardened almost instantaneously to her
ministrations. She was further pleased when, using the suction techniques that
she had so recently learned, his cock erupted with thin streams of cum in just a
few moments. Bill's jism tasted a bit bitter, and didn't seem to be as thick or
as creamy as some of the cum that Pam had recently tasted. "Maybe it is because
Bill has had a vasectomy and the fluid she held in her mouth didn't include any
swimming sperm," she thought. Pam made a mental note to ask Bess about why men's
seed tasted different.
Bill was amazed at the fact his wife sucked him to completion and swallowed his
cum. He was enjoying this new oral side of his wife. The excitement of his first
complete blowjob didn't last and he had soon rolled over with only a fleeting
thought of his wife's pleasure. "Besides Pam didn't seem interested in her own
orgasm," he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
The housewife slept very little that night. The gnawing in her belly wouldn't
give her any peace.
Pam and her family attended church the next day. Pam found that rocking on the
hard church pew caused the Ben Wa balls to rub her most pussy deliciously and
she almost brought herself off during the long sermon. She imagined herself in
the choir, naked under her robe, flashing the congregation. Finally, the service
was over and Pam hurried her family home. She needed to get to Bess' house, not
just because she had been ordered to, but because her need was so great. The
housewife was sure that a session with 'Mr. Friendly' would help her immensely.
Pam made some lame excuses to her family about needing to go to Bess' for a few
hours. Bill questioned her briefly saying that he thought that the family was
going to spend some time in the yard mowing, trimming, weeding and generally
doing much needed yard work. Pam simply said that they should go ahead and she
would join them later.
The housewife literally ran across the yards to Bess' house. She was in such a
hurry that she didn't even bother to change out of her church clothes. Her need
and sexual tension were driving her.
No sign of Mr. Odom or his cronies, she was surprised they weren't there. In her
own twisted logic she had even had decided to thank them for helping her avoid
her children the day before. Forgetting that their presence is what led to the
close call. As always, Pam felt that mistakes were her own fault, she was
usually to blame for things after all, wasn't she?
She stripped off her clothes on the patio. She was briefly concerned about how
the hook on the wall might ruin her good clothes. She always kept her Sunday
dresses hung on padded hangers in her closet. "The hell with it," she thought,
"I will iron them later. I need to have an orgasm!" And the naked housewife
hurried in the back door. She really hoped that she might find Bess wearing the
dildo, or at least find the 8-inch cylinder of rubber on the back table, so she
could use it on herself. Her thighs were slick from her juices in anticipation
of finally having an orgasm.
To Pam's disappointment, there was nothing on the table. Pam could hear voices
in the living room. Pam stepped behind a wall partition. "Damn why did someone
have to be here," Pam thought to herself, "I need 'Miss Bess'."
"Is that you Pet?" Bess called out from the living room. "I heard the door. Come
in here, don't be shy."
"Damn," the housewife said in a whisper, "I'm naked and I don't even know who is
in there with Bess."
After a few moments of indecision the housewife heard Bess exclaim with a firm
voice, "Pet, get your ass in here, or else you will regret it."
Pam lowered her head, placed one arm across her chest and her other hand at the
juncture of her legs. The housewife slowly entered the living room, embarrassed,
not knowing who she might find.
"What the hell are you doing, Pet?"
Pam finally looked up and saw an angry looking Bess and a smug Jake sitting on
the couch. Bess was in her usual shorts and tee shirt. Jake looked resplendent
in a pair of black suede Pants and black silk shirt. It was unbuttoned to the
middle of his broad torso. Matted black chest hair was evident. His dark stare
pierced Pam.
Standing naked in front of the pair Pam, slowly dropped her arms and felt as
naked as she ever had in her life and very vulnerable.
"Very nice, Bess. She is a beauty," Jake casually observed as if he were looking
at a prized possession. "You have done a good job."
"Pet, Jake has come over to help me. Aren't you glad?"
"Of course, Miss Bess. But what is he helping you with? Can't I take care of
what you need?"
"Oh Pet, I need both of you for this. Jake is an expert at certain things and
has promised to show me how to take care of you better."
Pam, looking puzzled and like a soft frightened doe caught in the headlights of
an oncoming truck, quietly asked, "Take care of me? I thought you took care of
me and Jake took care of Scotty?"
Jake's deep voice resonated throughout the room. "Scotty is a nice diversion for
me, but I have so much to give and to teach. I am going to show Bess how to get
the most out of you. And in doing that, you will get so much more out of
yourself, Pam. You will learn to serve Bess without pause or reservation, giving
yourself to her completely. You know you need to do that, you must do it Pam.
After all, look at all Bess has done for you and given to you."
Bess stood and turned Pam, quickly binding the housewife's arms behind her. Jake
stretched and gracefully rose to his feet. His tall frame was a commanding
presence, dwarfing both women. "Let's go upstairs and see how much this sweet
piece of meat can handle," Jake said, with excitement finally edging into his
voice.
He let Bess lead the housewife to her private room. He followed, watching her
ass sway. "Beautiful buttocks," he thought, "they will look so nice with welts
running across them. Once she has been played until she is screaming for
release, I am going to fuck this bitch so deep she will never be able to resist
my cock.
As Pam was led into her room, she noticed a black gym bag on her bed. It was the
last thing she saw. Bess pulled a black mask over her blonde hair until it
settled over her eyes. Then she was pushed roughly onto the bed, bumping against
the bag. It was moved away and Pam felt her arms unbound. The housewife was
rudely twisted until she was on her back, then she was pulled to the middle of
the bed.
It began.
The next half-hour was like nothing Pam had ever experienced. In fact, if asked
how long she remained on 'her' bed, Pam wouldn't have been able to answer. It
seemed like a lifetime.
First Pam was ordered by Bess to expel her Ben Wa balls. She did so easily; her
cunt muscles had definitely been strengthened by their constant presence over
the past few days. Bess bent over her and with her fingers held open the
housewife's labia. Pam grunted and forced them out with a rippling motion inside
her pussy channel. The balls fell out and lay pressing against her ass crevice.
They were taken away by someone and Pam felt empty, completely empty for the
first time in days. Pam could hear Jake's deep voice as he instructed Bess on
the correct way to tie 'her possession' with the soft ropes that he had brought
in the bag. Pam was immobilized with her limbs stretched to the four corners of
the bed.
It was a bit uncomfortable. They had drawn her fairly tight and Pam couldn't
move much at all. Then Pam felt someone straddle her on the bed. The person was
standing with their feet planted on each side of her waist. From how much the
bed gave under the weight, the blindfolded Pam knew that it must be Jake.
Suddenly two large hands grabbed her tightly at the waist and lifted her waist,
hips and thighs. Her arms and legs stretched, the soft rope biting into her
wrists and ankles. She felt as if she were on some sort of pulling machine. She
feared her arms would be dislocated. Jake was very strong and Pam cried out as
he continued to lift her restrained body. Then she felt something soft being
pushed under her ass. Then something more, until the space between her backside
and the bed was filled with what Pam assumed were pillows. Jake finally relaxed
his grip and Pam settled back down, but only a fraction of the distance she was
lifted. Her arms and legs were still taut and her muscles were beginning to
protest the pulling and stretching. Even more worrisome for Pam was the position
this placed her genitals. With her legs spread and ass elevated, her pussy was
the highest point on her body. She could feel the folds of her vulva open and
exposed. A light movement of air played across their damp surface, causing Pam
to shiver.
Pam heard Bess comment, "Look at her beautiful pussy, Jake." It was a bodiless
voice in the distance to the housewife who was feeling real discomfort.
A melodious, syrupy, deep masculine voice agreed, "Yes, it is. Let's play with
it."
A weight was felt by Pam at each side. "Both Bess and Jake must now be sitting
on the bed with me between them," Pam thought.
"Has she ever been eaten?" the deep voice continued.
"She told me that her husband had licked her a few times, but that's all. Never
by a man with a talent for cunt sucking."
"Well, let's build her up slowly, before I bring out the cane."
Pam felt the heavier weight slide down and move between her outstretched legs.
Pam could feel hot breath on her pussy. The quiet and not knowing what was
happening was maddening. It seemed forever, and then with butterfly gentleness
something touched her. A finger was laid right between her wet outer pussy lips.
"How did you get her clit so red?" the deep voice asked, the spoken word causing
the skin between her legs to vibrate in resonance.
"Oh," Bess laughed, the voice still at he side, "I dyed it when I dyed her
nipples. A wonderful idea, the chemicals have made her so sensitive and
squirming over the last month. I was thinking that I might give her another
application to make her nipples brighter and perhaps dye her pussy lips so they
stand out even more. Although they seemed red and puffy most of the time now,
anyway."
Pam heard the comments and realized that Bess had indeed controlled her from the
start. But that didn't matter now. Why didn't he hurry up and do something? She
needed an orgasm and she needed to get her mind off the pain in her arms and
legs.
"Well, let's see how it tastes," Jake said, still referring to Pam as nothing
more than an object, a sex toy.
Finally, Pam felt it a rough tongue just touching her sex, teasing her. Touching
and pulling away. Pam tried to arch herself further to regain the contact with
it.
"Please," she whimpered, "Please." But it was no use, she couldn't move at all.
All she accomplished was to bring greater pain to her limbs. Jake continued to
tease with his lips and tongue. Driving her crazy with need and desire. Pam felt
that she were in a void of sexual frenzy that would never be satisfied.
"Please, I need... please." She didn't know that she was in the hands of a
master who would play her until she crawled on her belly and begged him to give
her release. Begging him to use her in any way he wanted. She would do anything
to escape the void she was spiraling in.
Jake spent some time playing with Pam's pussy. Finally he stood, chin wet with
her slickness. Pam's pussy clasped at the empty air, snapping like the mouth of
a hungry baby bird. As if, on its own, it were pleading for something-anything--
to come and fill it.
Jake then brought out a small strap and teased the wet mound of cunt flesh,
stroking slowly across the tender skin. The he began to flick the strap,
building in intensity until distinct slapping sounds could be heard as the
leather struck the exposed and tender cunt.
To Bess' surprise, it seemed that this activity spurred Pam into louder and more
needy screams. Sure it hurt, but there was something different. Towards the end
of the strap play, as Pam's pussy was reddening slightly from the gentle blows,
the housewife was reduced to whimpering. More fluid than Bess had ever seen
Pet's vagina produce was running from the pussy that was offered up like a
sacrifice.
Jake had been quietly instructing Bess on the finer points of the S/M games he
was playing. A limp Pam was untied and retied on her stomach.
Now Jake offered Bess a chance to work on Pam's ass while under his instruction.
He showed Bess how to vary the strokes and the spot her paddle hit. He showed
Bess how to build in intensity, then slacken. He showed Bess all the things that
were maddening to the housewife who had not cum, but had been experiencing other
intense pleasures.
Finally they were finished, "Now is the most important time Bess, watch me."
Jake laid on the bed and held the bound woman gently. He cooed in her ear. She
didn't notice at first, but as she returned from that place beyond herself where
she had been floating, she began once again to feel the hurt and the pain of
what had been done to her. But Jake was there comforting her. Pam was exhausted,
or so she thought. Jake gently unbound the ropes. Complimenting her, praising
her for her endurance and ability to absorb punishment. He caressed her,
squeezed some soothing ointment on her, held her, cuddled her and began to make
gently love to her. First a quick kiss, then a caress, then a gentle stroking of
her breasts, belly and buttocks. He told her how proud he was of her and how
proud Bess was of her. He was her savior. Pam was safe in his arms.
Jake began to whisper, "You need an orgasm Pam." The housewife whimpered in his
ear, but he could feel her hips roll. "You need to finish. Let me help you. You
need to be fucked Pam. You need it now or you won't be able to stand it."
Jake motioned Bess to the side of the bed. Bess knows you need to be fucked and
wants you to be satisfied. Don't you, Bess?"
"Pet, I want you to be fucked now Pet, You need it. Nothing else matters. That's
what I want!"
Jake kissed Pam's ear then her lips gently. He pulled the blindfold from the
housewife's eyes. He kissed each eyelid gently. Pam's eyes opened slowly and
looked from Jake to Bess. Tears stained her face, but she looked absolutely
beautiful. So innocent, so wanton. Jake gently unzipped his pants and fished out
his impressive member. He took Pam's small delicate hand and wrapped her fingers
around his throbbing flesh tube.
The melodious deep voice continued, "You need this Pam. You need release, you
need to be fucked."
Pam looked into Jake's face. She could feel Bess by her side. Then she closed
her eyes and simply, softly, said, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
