Acquisition 33/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
The dress Pam wore was amazing. In fact, the sight of Mrs. Pam Henderson
entering the restaurant caused conversation to stop and every male over the age
of 12 to watch her glide across the room, dutifully following Bess who strode in
with her athletic gait, as if she owned the place.
The dark blue silk dress clung to every curve. There were no breaks in the
smooth material indicating any elastic. Simply because there was no cloth, no
snaps, or elastic under the dress to disrupt the lines. The hem fell to Pam's
instep, but side slits opened and closed to above mid thigh as the housewife
walked. Flashes of soft, toned white skin appeared and disappeared as the two
women headed for their table. As Pam passed gawking diners the completely
backless dress showed her flesh to the top of her rounded buttocks. Mercifully
for Pam the dress did cover the top of the crack between her undulating ass
cheeks. From the front, the now deeply scooped neckline exposed the tops of
Pam's breasts almost to her deep red nipples. The silky material slid over the
hard and itchy tips of those glorious tits.
The exercise routine Pam endured for Bess (and, more and more, for herself) had
paid off. Even though Pam was 37 years old and had nursed two children, her
toned and strong muscles held her boobs high and proud. Their fullness also
helped- despite their size Pam was able to go braless. A feat most wives and
mothers her age couldn't claim. Pam's 'rack' displayed in this sophisticated but
sensuous dress was appreciated by all the men, and made most of the women in the
restaurant jealous.
In moments the two women were seated by a very attentive maitre d'. To Bess'
delight the two women were on the receiving end of the attention of every
unattached man in the restaurant. Drinks, notes and offers for dinner arrived
continuously at the table. Some of them from men who had snuck away momentarily
from their dates or wives.
"Oh this is wonderful, Pet. Do you see the attention you get? Well, which of
these nice men should we give the pleasure of our company?"
Pam didn't reply. While she wasn't as nervous as the last time they had gone
out, Pam was concentrating on keeping her back straight so that the dress didn't
gape open and give the waiter or every passing man a clear view of her chest.
"Well, I like the two nice men who bought us our drinks. They looked very nice
and well dressed. Let's invite them to our table." Without giving Pam time to
reply Bess waived at the two men to come to the table. The men smiled brightly,
but Bess really enjoyed the crestfallen look on all of the others who were not
chosen. She was really enjoying her role of bitch dom. It came naturally to her.
The men sat at the table and ordered another round of drinks. Bess noted with
satisfaction that the man seated next to her used a "platinum" credit card to
pay for them.
"Well what do you think of my Pet, gentlemen?" Bess made no attempt to hide the
nature of the relationship between her and Pam.
The men nodded approvingly. Bess continued, "She is married, but when she is
with me, she does what I say and wears my ring. Show them Pet."
A blushing Pam looked at her lap, but immediately held out her hand displaying
her sign of subservience.
There was no longer any question about ownership of the housewife. Pam's
complete loss of personal decision making was now a simple fact of life. Not
just in Bess' house, but anytime, anywhere the two women were together. The
control even was becoming pervasive in the rest of Pam's life and indirectly the
entire Henderson family.
"Where is her husband?" one of the men asked.
"I wouldn't let her out of my sight if I was married to her," the other added.
Bess laughed. "Well, he is a bit of a bore. So Pet and I like to go out on the
town ourselves. Don't we, Pet? Answer properly now."
"Yes Miss Bess," was the weak and self-conscious reply.
The drink glasses were delivered and quickly emptied. Some small talk was made.
The waiter returned to take their order. Bess smiled up at him. She had made her
decision. "Can you keep this table for us for about 45 minutes, we need to go do
something."
The waiter looked around nervously. The men looked puzzled. Finally the waiter
said, "Well we are pretty busy.... Um, I mean we're not supposed to hold
tables."
"Well Mr. Waiter, if I make it 'worth-your-while' will you hold the table?"
"Umm... I guess, how much?" the waiter queried.
"No No, not money," Bess answered in her best 'take charge' voice. Continuing
she said, "look we will only be gone for 45 minutes," then looking the two men
that sat at the table, she caustically added, "Well, maybe only 30 minutes. For
that my friend will lean over and all during our meal you'll get to look down
her dress at her nice titties. Show him, Pet."
The three men were mesmerized, everyone held their breath and looked at the
housewife.
"Go on Pet, I want you to show off, SHOW HIM YOUR TITS... NOW!" Bess growled.
Pam raised her eyes and looked at Bess. Without taking her eyes from her
neighbor she leaned forward, curled her shoulders and tugged on the material of
her dress. Two bright red nipples popped into view. Bess smiled back at Pam
and said, "that's a good little Pet."
"Shit, look at that," the man seated next to Pam croaked. The waiter dropped his
order pad and pencil on the floor.
The clattering of the falling pad and pencil jerked everyone from their frozen
state.
"Yes, ma'am. I can hold this table. God I wish I could hold those tits," the
waiter finally got out.
Bess laughed, "Well depending on the service you give us you might get a tit
'tip'."
Bess turned to the men seated with them, "If you boys will pay for a suite in
the Hyatt Hotel next door Pet and I will spend the next 45 minutes with you. I
can't wait to make love to one of you. How about you, Pet?"
"Yes, Miss Bess," Pam said surrendering completely to Bess' will. "I will make
love to one of them."
"No Pet, I will make love, you are just going to fuck. You know how much you
like to fuck!"
In moments the two grinning men, arm-in-arm with Bess and Pam, were gliding out
of the restaurant while the waiter stared open-mouthed after them. Across the
parking lot the four walked to the hotel. The two lucky strangers quickly paid
for a room and as the elevator door slid shut both men put their arms around the
two women.
"Don't be groping us here in the elevator," Bess angrily ordered, causing the
men to drop their arms and look at the floor sheepishly like two little boys
caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "Pet and I have a long night ahead of
us and I don't want our clothes wrinkled."
Once inside the hotel room Pam sighed with relief when she saw two double beds.
She had been afraid that the four of them would all be together in one bed.
While she knew that she would follow Bess' orders, Pam still had all of the
moral reservations she ever had about her actions. "Thank goodness none of this
was her fault, after all she was just doing what 'Miss Bess' wanted," the
housewife thought to herself.
"Pet, take off that dress and hang it in the closet. We want to stay neat for
the rest of out evening now, don't we?"
"Yes, Miss Bess," was the reply as Pam immediately opened the closet door and
retrieved a hanger. With some difficulty the housewife was able to shinny out of
the tight, clingy dress. Her actions caused her tits and ass to bounce
invitingly as the two men, still fully dressed, enjoyed the show.
Pam stood naked, being viewed by the others who were fully clothed. As usual,
despite herself, she found that she was thrilled at her situation, naked and
vulnerable, a specimen to be studied and appreciated. Her red nipples tingled
and her clit ached to be rubbed.
"Damn, look at the body on that bitch," one of the men exclaimed.
"You bet your ass, I'm gonna love sticking it into that fine piece of meat," the
other exclaimed, as he began to scramble out of his clothes. The men were much
less concerned about their clothes and in moments two nice hard cocks were on
view as the men laid back on their respective beds.
Pam stood naked except for her thigh highs and heels, waiting for Bess to tell
her what to do.
"Come help me out of my clothes Pet. Be sure to hang them up carefully."
Pam stood by her neighbor and with trembling fingers began to undo the buttons
and snaps of Bess' clothes. It took much longer for Bess to get naked. She was
wearing a lot more than Pam had been. But shortly the two women, one short and
wiry, the other tight and voluptuous, stood at the foot of each bed. The man
before Pam reached down and grasped his hard cock. He swung it from side to side
and with a growl said, "come and get it slut." Pam involuntarily licked her
lips and looked over to Bess.
"Go on Pet, suck and fuck to your hearts content. You and I both know that you
need it bad. Don't we? Tell me you need it bad!"
"I need it bad, Miss Bess."
"Well tell me thank you and give him the fuck of his life."
"Thank you Miss Bess." Pam crawled onto the bed between the man's outstretched
legs. In moments Pam's red lipsticked lips had the head of the stranger's cock
captured and the groans from the naked man indicated that the housewife was
using all of the cock-sucking talents she had recently discovered.
"God, she is such a horny slut," Bess exclaimed as she straddled the other man.
"Come-on stud, lets see if you can satisfy me." Bess grasped the other hard cock
and lowered herself onto the throbbing member, but she never took her eyes from
her Pet's bobbing head as it worked up and down the stalk on the bed next to
her. Bess felt her tight pussy filled as she bottomed out.
Pam released the cock she was sucking and slithered her way up the man's body.
She allowed her hard red nipples to trail up his thighs, belly and chest. The
stimulation provided some relief from the itching, but Pam was desperate to
relieve the need between her sculptured thighs. "Fuck me...fuck me..." the
housewife hissed as she fumbled with the saliva slick cock, her groping hands
trying to force it into wet slit. The man, in wide-eyed shock at the beautiful
woman's need, grabbed his cock with one hand and, spreading the bright pink
pussy lips with the fingers of his other hand, arched up and planted his hard
flesh deep into Pam's open maw.
Pam's juices coated his fingers. "My God, this slut must be a nympho," the man
exclaimed as Pam's guttural moans filled the room causing Bess to stop churning
her own hips and stare slack mouthed at what she had created! Pam's ass was a
blur as it stroked up and down, her pussy clenching and riding the hardness in
wild abandon. It took only moments for the man Pam fucked to shoot his hot load
of jism into the housewife.
"NO...NO...I need more...," Pam wailed as she felt the softening cock begin to
shrivel. The housewife jumped of the man and literally leapt at his groin. "Stay
hard...I ...need more...PLEEASE," and her mouth engulfed the cock, still slick
with cum and her own juices. She sucked hard and long trying to coax another
erection form the man.
Bess laughed and returned to her own pleasure bouncing up and down bringing
herself closer to her own orgasm. She looked down at the man she was riding and
commented, "your friend doesn't have much staying power does he?" Both Bess and
the owner of the cock that was planted deep in her tight pussy laughed and then
picked up their pace.
Bess had been right; it was only 30 minutes from the time they had left the
restaurant until the two women were walking back in. Bess smiled and said, "See
Pet? A flash of your tits and that waiter would have held the table all night
for us." The two women had dressed, freshened their make-up, and wiped the
oozing jism from their well used cunts. The men had left the key to the room
with Bess; neither of them thought that they would need it anymore, but Bess
figured that Pam would probably get some more use of the beds this evening.
The two women slid back into the chairs and in a flash the waiter was beside
them. "Are you ready to order now, ladies?"
Bess ordered for both of them, not even acknowledging Pam in the process. The
waiter scurried away after looking down the front of Pam's dress. Bess smiled at
her possession and said, "isn't it nice when I make all these decisions for you
Pet. You don't have to worry your empty little head about anything. Just sit and
look pretty. That's all you ever need to do."
"Miss Bess, I'm...I'm..."
"What Pet, tell me!"
"I..I...He didn't...."
"What Pet?"
"He.. didn't last long enough to make me...Ummm.. finish."
"You mean cum, Pet? You didn't cum."
"Yes..I mean no... Oh! Miss Bess, I need to cum."
At that moment a distinguished looking gentleman in his early 40's approached
the table. "May I buy you ladies a drink?" he queried in a deep smooth voice.
The waiter was directly behind him with Bess and Pam's salads.
Bess laughed, "No we don't need a drink, but waiter can you hold the table for
another 30 minutes?"
10 minutes later Bess sat back in a chair of the hotel watching Pet. Bess was
fully dressed, Pam wore only her thigh-highs. The distinguished looking
gentleman had a surprisingly thick cock. Pam could hardly get it in her mouth.
"That's enough sucking Pet," Bess exclaimed, "we don't want this one to lose his
load too soon do you? Why don't you get on your hands and knees, Pet? You always
have a big orgasm when you fuck doggie-style." Pam scrambled onto all fours and
waved her ass at the man.
The distinguished looking man realizing that he was being used. He decided to
use back, so he reached under Pam's torso and grabbed a tit in each hand. Then,
using Pam's breasts for handles, he plunged himself home. The housewife's
buttocks quivered as the thick shaft opened her pussy and his balls slapped
against her red sensitive clit. He ground his belly in circles against Pam's
ass, effectively reaming out the housewife's pussy and loosening it up for his
large member. Once he felt that the cunt was stretched enough, he began to
stroke long and hard. "Damn," he thought, "she does have a sweet cunt. It is
wet, tight and buttery."
Bess smiled. This time Pam was getting fucked rather than doing the fucking. Pam
liked to be controlled and Bess had no doubt that the housewife would have her
much needed orgasm with this thick cocked stranger. Bess was content to watch;
her libido was never that great and the sex she had had earlier was more than
enough for her. Besides, she really got off on controlling her Pet now. Even
Bess was beginning to really think of Pam as a plaything now, a possession.
Actually it was approaching the feeling of slave ownership in Bess's mind.
Bess watched and thought, Pet will be satisfied this time. This man knew how to
fuck. Bess made a note to get his phone number before they went back to the
restaurant." Pam screamed in orgasm, but the man kept plunging in and out. "Yes
Pet would be satisfied this time," Bess grinned to herself.
