Raquel's Tales

Of Perverse Delight

Karen & Deanna

By Raquel Silestra

(Lesbianism, Feet, Smoking, Anal, Scat, Catfighting, Clothes Ripping, Wet & Messy, Abuse, etc.)

WARNING: Don't read this story if you are under 18 years of age or offended by any of the above topics. The author does not condone anything illegal. Abide by all the laws that apply to your locality and country. Now that all that is said and done, if you aren't offended by beautiful lesbian church employees, or incest, or shit eating, or disgusting practices, or anal fisting, or smoking, or anything at all, then you may read on, and please - enjoy!

Note: This story is a sequel to the large story "My Stinking Mommy / Rita's A (Gasp) Lesbian!..." so if you haven't read that entire story first, you should do so. This sequel will be the first installment in the "Sapphic Saints" series. The church is prospering, and Pastor Sally decides that if her husband Pastor Paul can have an assistant, then she can too! She puts out an ad claiming a new phone receptionist is needed at the church, since their current receptionist is already quite busy assisting Paul. Karen Peters, an innocent, beautiful, 19 year old lesbian, decides to apply, a decision that has delightfully dirty consequences.. 

Part One

Karen Peters was sitting in the church office's waiting room, waiting for her interview. Looking over at the main desk, she gave a shy smile of affection to Lori Branley, who smiled back warmly. Lori lived in the apartment next to Karen's, and the two had become fast friends. When Lori had heard that the church was looking for a second receptionist (since Lori's job as Pastor Paul's personal assistant was taking more of her time than originally thought), she had told Karen about it. Karen had immediately jumped at the chance. She was only 19 (the same age as Lori) and had just moved out from home on her own about six months ago. More than anything, Karen wanted to remain independent and self-sufficient. She couldn't bear the idea of having to crawl back to her Mom and say she couldn't make it on her own. With this new job though, Karen's worries would be over.

Karen had long curly black hair that she kept in a pretty ponytail which reached down to the middle of her back. She kept her long thick bangs in a ball of curls, which helped frame her pretty, slightly plump face. She was 5'2 and white skinned, with a cute, upturned nose and dimples that showed when she smiled, which was often. Today she was wearing a white cotton top with no sleeves that had small white buttons running down to the bottom of her full, 36E-cup breasts which could be undone, depending how much cleavage one wanted to show. Karen's top was tight on her, so everyone could clearly see the words written on the front of it in cheery red bubble letters across her breasts - "I'm A Cum Dumpster". Her wet-fresh shiny lipstick on her full lips was the same shade of sexy red as the lettering on her top. Karen was also wearing light-blue jeans with the bottoms rolled up into cuffs so that the leg lengths only reached to the tops of her calves. On her feet, Karen wore white ankle socks that left her ankles nude, and a tatty old pair of white jogging sneakers.

She was embarrassed to admit it, but that morning when she had gotten dressed for her interview, she had realized that almost all of her clothes were dirty and sitting in the laundry hamper, waiting to be washed. So she had been forced to wear the only clean top she had, which her big-titted blonde friend Deanna Somers had given to her as a joke gift for her last birthday. Deanna was a bit of a slut, who enjoyed flashing strangers or better yet, taking off all her clothes in front of everyone at a mall and taking a nude stroll through downtown streets and a public park, laughing at the shocked stares, angry looks, and lusty gazes she received as a result (not to mention several car crashes that had occurred when she had walked barefoot and nude on the downtown city sidewalks).

"You need to slut it up, Karen!" Deanna had said after Karen opened the gift. "There's all sorts of hot moms at the park just waiting to see you and your big tits in this!"

Karen had just blushed (passively letting Deanna amuse herself by continuing to pinch, pull, and play with Karen's stiffening nipples as Deanna liked to do and often did without asking). She'd never worn the "I'm A Cum Dumpster" top before today and hoped it wouldn't affect her chance of getting the job at the church. She had to roll up the bottoms of her jeans into cuffs because the bottoms were dirty and the left leg bottom had a red wine stain on it. This she didn't mind doing as much, since she thought the cuffs looked stylish and made the jeans more like capris, showing off her lower calves and ankles. The ankle socks were taken from her dirty laundry, since all her socks had been dirty. The soles of the socks were yellowed and crusty with dried toe and sole slime, but Karen had grinned since no one would see them unless they asked her to take her shoes off, something she didn't anticipate happening. She also didn't think anyone would care what kind of shoes she was wearing, and so chose to wear her favorite sneaks. So long as she didn't have to take them off, the rank stink of smelly feet that they permanently reeked of (which could be smelled throughout an entire room when removed) would remain trapped inside with her feet. After a moment's hesitation, Karen decided to forgo panties, giggling at the naughtiness she felt at her decision. Her top was too tight to allow her room to wear a bra either, so she went braless.

Karen's family lived in a different city, so when she had moved out on her own six months ago to this city everything had been new to her. Within a week of meeting her next door neighbour Lori, she had begun attending this same church with her each week. Karen thought it was a nice place, and hoped that she would get the job.

Finally, Lori picked up her phone and received instructions to let Karen in to see Pastor Sally. She set the phone received down and stood to address her friend. "Pastor Paul isn't back from his errands," Lori said with a smile. "He's busy teaching some of the housewives who attend the church a private seminar on the penile system and its relationship to church law...he loses all track of time, packing it into them till they get it straight. So Sally'll interview you first, and then when she's done, if he's back by then, Pastor Paul will have a second interview with you in his office, OK?" Karen nodded with a nervous grin. "Don't worry," Lori added, "you'll do fine, I'm sure. You look great by the way! I love that shirt, you'll have to let me borrow it sometime hon."

Karen looked down at her top with a blush of surprise. "Really?" she said softly, a small smile on her shiny-wet red lips nonetheless. "You don't think the pastors will have a problem with hiring a big-titted girl with no bra on in a shirt that says 'I'm A Cum Dumpster'?"

Lori grinned. "Not at all - would you? Everyone likes big bare tits! And your lipstick even matches the letters on your top," she said. "They're not ogres, they're human beings and they're really nice to work with. Now go, you'll be fine." Lori stopped as she was halfway back behind her desk and turned. "Oh, one other thing - Pastor Sally likes to be greeted with a kiss, especially by pretty girls. On the lips. It's good that your lipstick is nice and shiny-wet fresh as you go in to her office. I think she'll appreciate that. Don't just give her a peck either, she hates that. Make it a long kiss."

Karen smiled. "OK," she said, not quite understanding what Lori meant exactly but not thinking anything was odd about this last bit of advice either. She assumed that Lori meant Sally wanted an innocent greeting-type kiss. And she knew that Sally would be more likely to hire her if she looked good, her best. After all, who wants to hire someone ugly? One of the reasons she'd kept coming to this church was because she found Lori infatuating and enjoyed spending as much time as she could with her. Karen started to feel glad that she had worn this outfit after all.

Lori tossed her long, lightly permed, auburn hair over her shoulder and placed her chin in her palm, resting her elbow on her desktop. "Oh yeah, another thing..." she remembered, "Sally doesn't let anyone but her wear shoes in her office, so you'll have to take off your sneaks at the door. And on a similar subject, Sally kinda has smelly feet. Just so ya know, Kar - you'll have to be OK with the smell if you want to work here."

Karen giggled and picked up her bag. "That's OK...I'm used to that...you should smell mine sometime, my toes and soles - they stink horribly. They're the strongest!"

Lori closed her eyes and sighed dreamily. "I'll have to take you up on that," she said with a hint of mystery. "Good luck, babe."

Karen thanked her and walked down the hall, wishing she had been brave enough to admit to Lori that she loved the smell of women's stinky bare feet, including her own, the worse the smell the better. Reaching the end, she pulled her sneakers off and hoped that Sally's bad foot odor would mean the pastor wouldn't be offended by the sight or smell of Karen's disgustingly soiled, stinky ankle socks. She knocked on Sally's office door. "Come in," she heard Pastor Sally say. She opened the door partly, feeling her braless nipples stiffen pleasantly as they brushed against the door while she squeezed herself through the opening and stepped inside.

Pastor Sally Ryston, a short, slim young woman (5'2, the same as Karen) of twenty-eight years of age, who had a cute, short, amber-blonde colored rounded-bob hairstyle that came down to the nape of her neck (with beautiful bangs as well), stepped out from behind her desk and faced the girl. [When we first met her, Pastor Sally Sally was a shy, timid, submissive woman. But several enlightening experiences later, Sally has come out of her shell somewhat, and is now enjoying a more dominant side of her personality in her relationships with other women - though there are a few women whom she is more submissive to than ever, as we'll see...but now, back to Karen's interview.]

Sally was smoking a cigarette and wearing a white see-through tank top with a pair of light-grey skintight spandex capri pants. Her lips were coated in a glossy light pink shade of lipstick that wetly stained her cigarette filter. Her feet were bare inside a pair of white flip-flops. Karen immediately noticed how the skintight spandex hugged Sally's crotch, revealing Sally's matted pubic hair and bulging cunt cleft. Clearly Sally wasn't wearing panties underneath the pants. She was braless as well (like Karen). The pink nipples poking through Sally's see-through top only made Karen's nipples harder and poke the material of her own non-see through top more prominently. Karen wished she could pinch her own nipples at that moment, to satisfy the itchy urge for touch they were giving her then. 'But if I do that,' Karen thought to herself, 'the pastor really will think I'm a cum dumpster horny slut, not fit to represent the church.'

"Hi, Pastor Sally - I'm Karen Peters," Karen said, almost extending her hand for a shake before she remembered Lori's advice. Stepping forward, she put her arms around Sally in a hug and kissed the blonde softly on the lips. Karen felt Sally pressing her cotton-candy-pink lips harder into her red ones as they kissed, and pressed back with equal pressure, tasting rich, bitter cigarette smoke on the blonde's lips and mouth. Sally pulled the girl's body tighter and Karen responded in kind, rubbing their hands all over each other's backs. Their breasts were now mashed together, each woman's hard pebbly nipples pressing into the other's chest as they squeezed their soft breasts into one another's. As Sally moved her lips around while not breaking the kiss, Karen's mouth opened wider and Sally took advantage of this. Karen felt the female pastor's soft wet tongue enter her mouth and felt Sally's slobbery drool being pushed into her mouth too. A bit surprised by this (Karen had never been french kissed by anyone before, but knew it was when you kissed someone with tongue), but adapting quickly, Karen slid her own wet tongue deep into Sally's mouth. Their tongues twisting together in a torrid lesbian french kiss, both of the slim women moaned like lesbian whores as they crushed their open mouths and soft female bodies together. After a few moments of french kissing Karen had swallowed at least a mouthful of Sally's wet juicy spit, and Sally had certainly swallowed some of hers. Karen figured that whenever Sally wanted to begin the interview, she would end the tongue-twisting kiss. She felt a bit disappointed that it was already over when Sally finally pulled away. Karen decided that she would kiss Sally goodbye at the end of the interview, and instinctively knew that her french kissing days were just beginning.

Looking down, she gaped dumbly as she saw that the front crotch area of Sally's spandex capri pants had a growing wet spot! Quickly turning her eyes away, Karen blushed hard as she attempted to pretend she hadn't seen it. She didn't want to embarrass the pastor - for all she knew Sally had a bladder control problem and had wet her pants right there in front of her. But judging by the trace scents in the air, Karen thought it might be a different kind of moisture soaking Sally's crotch. If she embarrassed the young pastor, that might lose her this job opportunity. So Karen attempted to ignore what she had just seen, and ignore how her own bushy cunt was now unmistakeably wetter than hell, juicing slickly inside her jeans.

"I...I, uh," Karen stumbled, taking a moment to clear her head and restore her cheerful, professional demeanor, "I...gave my resume to Lori earlier, she said she brought it in to you..."

"Yes, she did," Sally said with a warm smile. Chuckling, she gestured to the chair in front of her desk. "You don't have to stand - sit your beautiful bum down in that chair, Karen. Those jeans look so nice stretched tight over your fat round bum cheeks. Maybe later you'll stand on display just so I can enjoy viewing it." Karen sat with a small smile, flattered by the compliments her bottom was receiving. 'If she only knew my plump white curvy bum is bare underneath these jeans' she thought to herself, making a mental note to finger her puckered bum hole while masturbating in the bathroom after the interview. "I will if you want, Pastor Sally. I'm here to help anyway you want me to."

"That's an excellent attitude hon." Sally looked down and gasped with glee. "Oh, I love your socks! Would you mind terribly if I asked you for one of them?" Karen was a little slow in realizing that Sally wanted to receive and keep one of her dirty, yellowed, smelly socks - that she wanted Karen to pull one off of her stinky bare foot right there and hand it to her. But after a moment, it registered in her brain and she said, "Uh, sure...here you go," pulling her right sock off and handing it to the pastor, who was sitting behind her desk now. "They're pretty stinky," Karen said unnecessarily. Lifting the sock to her nose, Sally sniffed it deeply, burying her nose in the foul, still-warm fabric. "Mmm, they sure are...very nice." "You can keep it if you want," Karen offered. "All my socks are pretty much the same. Do you want to?"  Sally's eyes shone happily. "I would - thank you so much, it's a lovely gift. It takes a special kind of girl to keep her socks so stinky. And you're pretty too - you're darling! How did I get so lucky?" She sniffed the sock again, rubbing it into her face. "Never washed, eh?" she grinned. "I love that." Again, Karen smiled as Sally picked up her resume and began to look it over, the filthy sock sitting on the desktop as though it belonged there.

Sally peeked at her from behind Karen's resume, which she was now looking over. "You're a really good kisser, by the way. I simply adore kissing pretty girls, but you're the best I've had in a long while."

"Thanks," Karen said, feeling like herself again and smiling widely, her dimples showing. She could feel the heat of her pussy radiating through the crotch of her jeans. "So are you, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Not at all, and thanks," Sally grinned. Grabbing an open pack of cigarettes from her desk drawer, Sally offered one to Karen. Karen grinned and accepted. "I think after being kissed like that, I could definitely use one!" she said with a laugh. Sally laughed as well and offered Karen a light. After Karen's smoke was lit, Sally lit one for herself and took a deep drag, inhaling. "Another point in your favor," Sally said, exhaling through her nostrils. "We have a strict policy here at the church now, that all employees must smoke four packs of cigarettes a day, inhaling fully of course. We pay for the cigarettes, so it's no worry there. I trust this won't be a problem for you?" Karen was a bit surprised to hear of this policy, but shook her head. "Well I've never smoked more than two packs a day ... but I love smoking and I'm totally addicted to it. I'm very willing to double my daily level if it's required for the job. It'll be nice to work in an office where it's allowed." "Good girl," Sally chuckled, taking another drag and blowing smoke towards Karen's smiling, smoking face. "We figure smoking is sexy, and who doesn't want to work in a sexy environment? But back to the kiss ... did anyone ever kiss you like that before?" Sally asked, exhaling through her nostrils. Karen shook her head, smoke spilling from her mouth. "I've never been french kissed before, that was my first ever," she said. "And it was very, very nice...I can't understand why anyone would want to kiss any other way either...it was soo...good," she grinned. Sally blushed and smiled. "I know exactly what you mean," she said, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Kicking off her flip-flops, Sally placed her beautiful bare feet (with her very stinky, soft, dirty wrinkled bare soles facing Karen) on top of her desk and spread her legs wide. "As you can see, Karen honey," Sally purred, "you've caused me to make something of a mess between my legs...in my pants." Karen stared at the wet spandex crotch between Sally's legs, and unconsciously licked her lips, unaware also that she was smiling all the while. Sally flicked her ash into a silver ashtray on the desktop. The ashtray was obviously expensive, and had the initals 'LCU' engraved in beautiful calligraphy lettering around its side. "If you get the job," Sally continued sultrily, "your first duty will be to clean up this mess, and my pants, under my careful supervision of course." Karen took a drag off her cigarette, her eyes flicking from Sally's spandex-covered cunt to Sally's super-stinky, soft, dirty, wrinkled bare feet soles, and inhaled her cigarette smoke deeply into her lungs. "I'm more than happy to fulfill any duties your job for me entails here, Sally..." Karen said slowly, a blank look on her face - as though she were in a daze or thinking about something. Smoke curled from her lips sensuously as she took another slow drag. God, her feet really stink! Karen thought to herself, I can smell them from here. Ohh, I want them...

Sally grinned and lit another cigarette, scrunching her bare feet before Karen's watching eyes. "Any duties at all, Karen? Do you want the job that badly? I have a wicked imagination, and a lot of things that need doing, you know."

Karen looked up, momentarily startled as she was reminded of the alternative to steady employment. Her voice full of sincerity and confidence, she replied, "Yes - anything."

Sally laughed evilly. "Good then - you won't need to see my husband for an interview after all. I've decided to keep you for myself as my assistant, though when the mood strikes me I may loan you out to him, although that probably won't happen. Lord knows he spends all his fucking time with Lori, anyway. But she is a dear, I'm so happy that she takes such good care of Paul - don't you think she's great? Lori tells me you two live next door to each other in the same apartment building."

Karen nodded. "Yes, we do. She's one of my best friends."

Sally pointed to her bare soles. "I see you looking at my soft, stinky, dirty bare feet soles. Do you think they're pretty?"

Karen gulped and nodded. "Ohh yeahhh..." she murmured, taking another drag on her nearly-finished cigarette. "They're very hot...and..."

Sally pressed gently. "And?"

Karen gazed at Sally's bare sole as it scrunched and wriggled before her, emanating stench. "They...they stink really good..."

Sally pushed her right sole closer to Karen. "You like that, eh? Well thank you...would you like to smell them up close? I have chronically bad foot odor, you know. I think you should take a big sniff and see for yourself. After all, if you start working here you'll have to get used to the smell." As though she were hypnotized, Karen leaned forward and buried her nose in Sally's toe cleavage, inhaling deeply. Sally wasn't lying; her feet were disgustingly stinky and very ripe. But Karen loved the smell. Part of Karen's mind was thrilled that her lips were touching Sally's soft stinky dirty bare sole as she sniffed Sally's bare toes, and without thinking she pressed her lips harder against Sally's sole, giving it a good solid kiss. She briefly touched it with the tip of her tongue.

Sally chuckled. "Do you like the smell of my feet, baby? Do you like kissing my soles?" Karen nodded yes, not moving her face away. "Mmmmmmm-hhmmm..." she replied (a 'yes' - Sally understood).

Sally pushed her bare toes under Karen's soft chin and lifted Karen's face. As the black-haired girl gazed up lovingly (and innocently somehow), Sally smiled. "One more thing," she asked. "Your shirt - are you really a cum dumpster?"

Karen blushed and looked down at her hands. "Well, I didn't have anything else clean to wear today..."

Sally shook her head. "That isn't what I asked though...are you a human dumpster that people dump their cum into? I need to know if you're a horny slut before I hire you, and don't lie to me either. I'm a pastor and I can always tell. So 'fess up."

Karen knew that she spent an awful lot of time at home completely nude, rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt and anus...she had a large collection of lesbian erotica. Karen knew she was a lesbian. An awful lot of girls had dumped their cum in her mouth ever since her high-school days ... she had cum like a pig as well, while getting fucked in her rectum (the hole where she most enjoyed getting stretched by a girl's strap-on or her own fingers). And in order to pay the rent so far (until she found a real job), she had been giving blowjobs every other day to the landlord of her building, Mr. Fenster. It had been easy...

Karen blushed and mumbled "Yes," under her breath. Sally placed a hand around her ear and turned her head slightly. "I'm sorry, what did you say? Speak loud enough so I can hear you, honey."

Karen looked up at the ceiling, a few soft tears rolling down her cheeks as she admitted what was sure to lose her the job. Karen was embarrassed to admit the truth to her pastor but committed to an honest answer now. "Yes," she said clearly, avoiding Sally's eye. "I'm a cum dumpster."

Sally nodded as though she had already surmised this. "I see..."

Karen stood as though to leave, sadness etched across her youthful face. "I guess this means I won't be getting the job now ... after all, this is the church, not a whorehouse where people go to get their cum swallowed by a girl like me ... I'm sorry to have wasted your time, Pastor Sally ... you must hate me ..."

Sally stood quickly and placed a soft, comforting hand on Karen's soft shoulder. "Sit down, dear - don't jump to conclusions before we finish the interview. As it so happens your top describes exactly what we're looking for in a girl. The church receives a lot of phone call confessions, and we need someone who people can identify with, someone who understands their sinful ways. With you on the other end of our new pay-by-the-minute 1-900 confessional line, I think the church will continue to blossom as it has. Now let's continue. My woman's intuition and today's interactions with you are telling me that you're a lesbian...aren't you?" she asked the girl.

Karen nodded. "So you're not bi? You don't ever like men?" Sally asked. "No way," Karen said, "I find them yucky ... I love girls, I'm queer. But I have become quite skilled at, y'know...sucking men's cocks and, well...letting them dump their cum in me in order to pay my bills up till now."

Sally rose to her feet. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, eh?" she quoted, her voice full of sympathy. "I can see that you're a very giving girl who could use an understanding employer like me. Look, I think that you'd be great for this job. The job is yours Karen dear, if you want it. No more having to whore yourself to men. And contrary to popular belief, being a lesbian is perfectly natural and there's nothing un-Christian about it either. You can be yourself here. I'll explain more about that with you later if you're interested. At any rate, I promise that if you take this job, you'll be happy working here. And I'm sure I'll be happy having you."

Karen was shocked. She burst out in a dazzling smile. "Oh Sally! Sally ... yes I want the job! Yes, yes!"

Sally came around and hugged the black-haired girl. "It's settled then - congratulations on becoming the church's newest employee. Your starting salary will be $300 a week, and you'll primarily function as my personal assistant. You'll find we have a very relaxed attitude when it comes to decorum - hell, Friday is Casual Nudity Day here - a mandatory tradition I've always found quite enjoyable. So don't be afraid to relax and be yourself. If you work better naked, take your clothes off. If you'd like some particular pornographic magazines or books to read when it's slow, just ask me and the church will order them in for you, free of cost. Or if you ever want to take a break and rub yourself, for example ... y'know, tug your clittie, or pinch your nipples, or finger your anus, whatever - you are hereby officially authorized to do so, anytime, anywhere."

Karen grinned. "Wow!" she laughed. "This church is way cooler than I had imagined!"

Sally laughed with her. "Absolutely!" she said. "Now, as to your first duty ... remember how I said you'd need to clean up this mess you created in my pants, between my legs ..." Sally parted her thighs as she stood before the still-seated Karen, revealing her damp crotch. "You're my personal assistant now, so I'd like you to suck that mess out of my spandex pants, now please - while I'm still wearing them."

Sally's crotch panel was soaked through, rich with the scent of wet cunt. "OK ... if you want me to ..." Karen said, hesitant to appear over-eager. "Come on now dear," Sally said, running her fingers through Karen's beautiful long black curly hair.. "Open your mouth and suck this cunt-cream outta my pants ... you hot, sweet, big-titted cum dumpster...wearing no bra, like a slut..." "Yes ma'am, Mrs. Ryston," Karen said obediently, shamefully realizing that she was still a whore; just Sally's whore now instead of Mr. Fenster's. Oh well - I *am* horny a lot...and at least I *like* girls, she thought to herself. She smells so good, makin' me hungry...being a whore is great. Blushing but smiling, Karen leaned forward and began to lick between Sally's clothed legs, eagerly sucking Sally's girl goo out of the skintight material.

"OOOhh yess ..." Sally breathed, grabbing handfuls of Karen's dark tresses tightly as the girl licked her. "Yesss, right there ... ahhhh, my beautiful new lezzie assistant ... are you going to be a good little cum dumpster for me every day?"

Karen looked up and smiled. "Oh yes ma'am, I will!" she said, beaming. "Talk about mixing business and pleasure!" The two ladies laughed together. Karen's throat gurgled as Sally began to piss, wetting her spandex capris and peeing through them into Karen's mouth, who didn't stop swallowing. If anything, she began to lick and gulp more eagerly! Both women knew then that the addition of Karen to the church staff would bring about all sorts of new exciting pleasures in the days and years to come. As Sally pulled her pants down so that Karen could lick her soppy cunt, stiff clit and dirty asshole directly, she thought to herself that it might be fun to videotape Karen's landlord, Mr. Fenster, shooting his thick cock cream all over her lesbian assistant's tongue...

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Part Two: Clothes' Shopping

"I've received some inspiration that is surely an answer to my prayers," Sally beamed. "I've decided that you're going to have a uniform to wear from now on at the church - several, in fact. Whenever you're not nude, of course."

Karen placed her hands at her sides and grinned. "I'm all yours," she said. "Dress me up in whatever fits your fancy."

As the two women drove to the mall, Karen smiled and smoked. "I love clothes shopping, trying things on...this is gonna be fun, Sally, thanks for this! Your idea must have been inspired, 'cause it's great!" Sally laughed and said it wasn't a completely selfless trip; while they were both there, she'd take advantage of that, and try on some nice new things herself as well.

Sally leaned over as they waited at a stop light, and said conspiratorially, "And don't ruin your uniforms...otherwise we'll have to keep taking fun trips like this to get you expensive new ones every week...if not every other day!" Smiling widely, she winked at Karen. Karen caught on immediately. "Oh yes...well that would be such a shame wouldn't it...but I'm just so clumsy, it's probably unavoidable that I'll ruin my new clothes. Nothing but dirty torn tatters within days if not hours - I guess we'll just have to resign ourselves to many repeated day-long trips to the mall to spend, spend, spend on the church's credit cards!" Both ladies laughed happily - neither had any problem whatsoever with robbing the church blind.

Entering the mall, the ladies headed for Victoria's Secret first. The pretty red-haired salesgirl behind the desk greeted them pleasantly with a smile that showed her lovely white teeth off perfectly. Her hair was done in a tight bun with shiny black chopstick-style hairpins placed stylishly through it for effect. "Welcome to Victoria's Secret, ladies," she said. "My name is Ivory, and I'd be more than happy to assist you with anything you need today. Mmm...may I say that you both look scrumptiously sexy. This is definitely your store. Perhaps you'd like to start by my providing some sexy choice selections for you to see, or if you already have an idea of what you're seeking then I can help there too."

Sally pulled her credit card out. "We've got a no-limit credit card, and we're itching to burn money, Ivory," she said. "We can afford to do it - see?" Pulling out a hundred dollar bill, a cigarette, and her lighter, Sally lit the bill and used its flame to light her smoke. She dropped the nearly fully-burned bill to the floor and watched it disappear into smoke and ash. Ivory's eyes widened, her glossy lipstick-coated lips curving into a much wider grin very quickly.

"Ah," she said, "now you're our kind of customers! Normally of course, we don't allow smoking in the store. But you ladies are our extra-privileged customers, and since we want you to come again and again to purchase all sorts of sexy items, feel free to light up. I think I'll join you for one, if you ladies don't mind." Sally and Karen didn't, and so Ivory withdrew a cigarette from her own cigarette case. "This case," she said, "is one of only 100 in the world. They're made from 24 karat gold and a rare ivory. Our company managed to kill the very last two surviving grey zenoa elephants from on the planet to get the ivory for these cases." She snapped the case shut and held it out for the women to admire. "You'll be the envy of every woman with one of these."

"Put us down for one each," Sally said, blowing a thick soft stream of smoke into Ivory's face, who smiled at the hidden meaning behind it and reveled in inhaling the blonde's second-hand smoke. "Now why don't you take us to the sexy things in your fine, sexy store? And Ivory...we'd appreciate some privacy."

Ivory grinned. "Right away," she said. Snapping her fingers, she caught the attention of several other ladies who were shopping in the store. "Attention, ladies," Ivory called out loudly, "we're sorry but the store is temporarily closing due to a family emergency. We should be open again in an hour or two. Sorry but you'll need to come back later. Here's some coupons though that will give you 25% off your purchases later this afternoon, for your trouble." The women eagerly snapped up the coupons (greedy bitches, Ivory thought to herself) and left the store, leaving only Ivory, Sally, and Karen inside.

As Ivory shut and locked the front doors, Sally and Karen stripped off all their clothing till they were completely nude (and barefoot too). Ivory turned around and was not at all surprised to see this. Within seconds, she was barefoot and nude as well, and padded towards them, sucking on her lit cigarette deeply.

"Well..." she purred, "looks like we're ready to have some fun, girls. And baby do I like what I see," she grinned, reaching out and squeezing Karen's bare 36E tits. Karen melted as all three of them took a drag from their cigarettes and joined together for a smoky group french kiss, caressing and kneading each other's bare bum cheeks with their free hands as their soft wet tongues danced together. Ivory slid her left middle finger into Sally's butt hole, and found it smeared in thick brown shit when she pulled it out. Lifting it to her delicate nose to sniff it, she looked at the other two ladies. "Go on...suck it clean...you know you want to," Sally said, giving her the approval she was waiting for. She greedily sucked every last bit of brown shit from her white finger, digging the remaining bits out from underneath her manicured fingernail with her teeth. Smacking her lips, she grinned. "Your shit tastes dreamy, dear," Ivory said. "Very sexy. I can't wait to taste yours," she said, turning her gaze meaningfully towards Karen, who just blushed and gave a shy smile as she felt her pussy grow slick and warm at the arousing thought of shitting into the redhead's mouth.

"Most of our lingerie and sexy wear, I've found, doesn't stand up very well when subjected to bathroom games," Ivory pointed out as she took Sally and Karen by the hand over towards a rack of expensive bustiers and chemises. "It feel so fucking good to take a dump in them and smear it all over your bare bum cheeks inside them, but shit and piss do a number on silk pajamas. But then, that's what repeat shopping trips are for, aren't they?" she giggled.

"Yes, and I'm so clumsy when it comes to not ripping or soiling my clothes, we'll be coming at least two or three times a week from now on," Karen smiled. Meeting Sally's eyes, they both burst out laughing.

"I completely understand," Ivory said knowingly. "I have a number of friends who have bought expensive wedding dresses just for the sheer fun and erotic thrill of ripping and tearing them to shreds and destroying them in sexy tickle catfights - sometimes drunk. Ruining or ripping expensive clothes can be very erotic." "Sounds like you have sexy friends," Karen said, her bare nipples stiffening visibly. She reached up to tweak them with her fingertips, shivering with pleasure as she rolled them around and pulled on them.

"Oh, look at these Karen," Sally cooed. "These bright blue pantyhose would look quite sexy on you, don't you think?" Karen nodded and said yes. "After all," Sally continued as she held up a pair of the hose, "you do want to please your employer by looking sexy on the job, don't you?" "Of course," Karen said with a smile.

Ivory smiled. "These pantyhose would look very attractive on you I'm sure." "Will they run or tear easily?" Sally asked. Ivory shrugged and nodded slowly. "Yes, truth be told, these ones are notoriously short-lived. They rip apart quite loudly as well because of the material type. I can show you if you like..." "Yes, please do," Sally said, handing the blue pantyhose to Ivory. Ivory grasped them in her hands and started pulling the waist apart. The hose quickly ripped down the middle noisily and easily, as the salesgirl had told them they would.

"We'll take several pairs in medium please," Sally said. "And also two of the bright pink, two of the white, two of the forest green, and two of the Christmas candy cane striped ones, the ones with the stripes running lengthwise down the legs."

"Sally, I found some more over here," Karen called out, and a moment later she brought back a pair of white-colored thick shiny lycra tights that read 'TIGHTS MADE FOR A SLUT' all over them in curly red letters, with the following appearing on the feet soles of the tights when worn:

Right foot,                      Left foot,
our view                         our view

 I                                    S

'                                      
M                                  L

                                      U
 A                                       
                                     T

"Oh, I like your thinking Karen," Sally said admiringly. "I simply adore things made of thick shiny shimmery lycra. It's so feminine and pretty! Let's find you some leotards made from the same thing."

Ivory smirked as she led them over to a display counter, both her naked customers leering lustfully at the nude salesgirl. "We have a wide variety of regular or crotchless leotards, and a few even have holes for the nipples to poke out of as well. Many ladies buy both kinds, regular and crotchless, even if they plan to wear something underneath to cover their cunts with while wearing the crotchless ones. Gym members, for example...for yoga, or pilates classes...but of course they're all simply exquisite to wear while nude underneath them. Many women would say a leotard is sexy as hell when worn with a pair of tights or pantyhose underneath them, and maybe with some legwarmers on, your hose-covered toes and heels poking out ... oh sorry, my mind drifted off to dreamland there for a moment. As I was saying, many women would say that. It's the reason so many women attend exercise classes...more than half of them are horny lezzie sluts enjoying the view of each other, and sometimes more when the opportunities arise ...

Sally chuckled. "I'll bet you have some stories to tell." Ivory grinned. "Ohh yeah, I sure do ... perhaps if you ladies will take me to lunch sometime, I'll share some of them with you." Karen clapped her hands. "Oooh, consider it a date! You can take the lunch cost out of my pay, Sally - I wouldn't miss an offer like that for anything." She reached over to softly caress Ivory's hand in her own. "Besides, I think I'd enjoy spending more time with you anyway, stories or not," Karen said sweetly, feeling the sparks fly between her and the lissome salesgirl.

After a moment's handholding that seemed wonderfully longer than it was, Ivory reluctantly turned back to the merchandise. "Here's several of our most popular ones. They're pleasant to the touch too - here, feel..." The ladies felt the assorted leotards, oohing and aahing over one that had a tight black thong backside, and another - a pink crotchless one that was covered in bright glitter and left the outer half of the bumcheeks uncovered.

Karen tried that one on with a pair of light turquoise-colored patterned pantyhose tights that had no crotch panel, and turned around slowly for the other two ladies. "That crotchless leotard really makes your cunt bulge out between the material," Sally said. "And your bumcheeks look so pretty covered in that patterned hosiery but mostly uncovered by the leotard. It looks like the leotard is pretty tight on you though, in fact it looks too small." "Yes, it is a size too small I think," Karen said, looking down and feeling her bulging vulva with her fingers through the silky nylon material of the pantyhose. This caused a pleasant itch, and Karen decided to piss in her new clothes. Karen's crotch and legs became soaked, a puddle of sour amber pee pooling at her stockinged feet on the shiny floor.

"We'll take that one for sure then, the one that's a size too small," Sally said with a wicked laugh. "It looks good on you that way, dear. I can't wait to show you off at the ladies gym in it. You'll have to drink lots of liquids so you can replenish your supply of nasty piss in time - doubly, in fact. I want your bladder to be absolutely bursting, aching for release when we go." Karen giggled, only too happy to fulfill the blonde pastor's perverted commands. So sexy...so filthy...

Sitting her nude ass down on the countertop, Sally spread her legs and began to slide three fingers inside her stretched rectum while rubbing her clit with her other hand. "Why don't you show Ivory here what a pretty cunt licking slut you are in your new pee-pee-soaked clothes," Sally said. With a grin, Ivory spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening labia and her creamy, juicy hole within, her stiff fat clit nestled above it, surrounded by a wild, uneven bush of thick red untrimmed pubic hair. On her hands and knees, Karen crawled over and began to perform lesbian cunnilingus on the redhead. The three ladies lost themselves in a sea of sapphic bliss and perverse lesbian debauchery. Who knew shopping for clothes could be so much fun?
 

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Part 3: Office Catfight

"Hey Sally," Lori said airily, as she walked back to her desk with a fresh cup of coffee that she had just gotten up and made for herself. "Rita Mayweather called to say that she and Melissa Evans are still on for tea with you at their place Sunday afternoon. Paul's out on some church errands for the afternoon, and there's fresh coffee if you want some."

Lori looked up from her coffee and noticed something as she watched Sally pad in her hose-clad bare feet to the coffee station. "Say Sally," she said, "how'd you get lipstick rings on the toes of your pantyhose?"

"Oh, uh, I..." Sally stammered. "I guess they...I mean...my cleaning lady wakes me up some mornings...by sucking my big toe...and my other toes too, I guess...she thinks it's funny or something, I guess...no big deal."

Lori folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "So you wore those hose to bed while you slept?" she asked with a trace of sarcasm, not at all convinced that Sally was being truthful.

"Uh, yes..." Sally hadn't thought about that flaw in her 'explanation' - why would she wear the hose she'd been wearing all day to bed, and then wear them again the next, after her cleaning lady stained the toes of them with her lipstick? She blushed hard with embarrassment as she turned her face away, hiding it from Lori as she poured herself a mugful of hot, fresh coffee.

"Hmmph - that's interesting," Lori said nonchalantly. "Oh?" Sally said, a high tremble in her voice as it caught in her throat. "Yes," Lori said, flipping through a magazine at her desk. "How so?" Sally asked, kicking herself mentally for not just shutting up already. Something about Lori brought out her old shy and submissive personality like it had never left. "It's interesting, in that your cleaning lady apparently wears the exact same shade of lipstick that Karen's wearing today," Lori said, a smug sneer gracing her beautiful features as she flipped the page of her magazine and looked up pointedly into Sally's eyes with cruelty.

"...What a coincidence..." Sally squeaked breathlessly. She knows! Sally thought. God, she and Paul are going to use this against me - but how?

"Yes," Lori said, "that's all it is - a coincidence, right Sally? It's not like your fucking lying to my face and that Karen's been sucking your stinky, dirty hose-clad toes in your office all morning. I mean, you're a pastor, a truthful woman of God - so there's absolutely no reason to call your cleaning lady and see if she'd verify your story."

"Of course there isn't!" Sally said quickly, a little too defensively. "She's my cleaning lady, and you know my feet stink. Maybe she just likes to clean them ... with her mouth, I don't know. Anyway," she retorted, reasserting her newer dominant personality by allowing her anger to surface and going on the offensive, "why do you care so much about my toes? Why all the questions? I've always suspected that you had a thing for me. Maybe you've been sitting out here wishing you'd been in my office sucking my toes all morning - putting your lipstick stains on my hose!"

Lori scowled. "In your dreams, you fucking bitch - I'm far too busy and happy taking care of Paul, which by the way I do a better job of than you could ever hope to do, to spend my time wastefully thinking about stupid bitches like you."

Sally laughed sharply. "Oh that's right!" she said sarcastically. "Because it was this 'stupid bitch' that you practically begged to suck off your cunt just a couple of weeks ago when I found you and Paul in a compromising situation! And I'm sure there's a logical reason why many, many times I've seen you sniffing my stinky shoes with your nose deep inside them and you rubbing your clit at the same time - all when you thought I wasn't in the office, when you thought you were alone. Oh yeah - I'm really sure you don't have a thing for me ... you're not queer for cunt ... what was I thinking?" Lori fumed, but before she could get an angry retort in, Sally stormed into her office and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her.

Plopping herself down in her chair, she swallowed half of her mugful of coffee in two large gulps and thrust her toes forward. "Open, slave!" she commanded. Karen, who had been kneeling underneath Sally's desk for three hours now sucking Sally's toes throughout the morning, opened her mouth wide as Sally shoved her stinky hose-clad toes inside it. More of Karen's lipstick smeared on to Sally's toes as she greedily sucked them, loving everything about the taste and feel of Sally's female feet. Karen was so glad that her new boss had added foot worship to her duties. It was because her boss was a woman that made it so exciting.

With a loud crash, Sally's office door splintered open and fell over, with an angry Lori tumbling behind it shoulder first.

"You fucking BITCH - you're paying for that door!" Sally screamed.

"You shouldn't have fucking locked it on me," Lori spat, "especially since we weren't done having our little fucking chat, you fucking little queer whore!" Grabbing two fistfuls of Sally's blonde hair, Lori picked her up by the hair (which was excruciatingly painful for Sally) and threw her over the desk and onto the floor, where she landed hard on her back, the wind knocked out of her. It certainly didn't help matters for Sally that Lori followed this up by sitting on Sally's legs and giving her several merciless hard fisted punches, one after another, right into Sally's stomach from above. This caused Sally's freshly swallowed coffee to vomit out of her mouth and nostrils. Sally screamed and then gaped open-mouthed, temporarily unable to breathe and doubling over with pain into the fetal position as she wrapped her arms around her cramping belly.

"As if I'd forget what day it is," Lori sneered. "The fourth Thursday of every month is Catfighting Day - how fucking stupid do you think I am, bitch?!"

Sally looked up, panting heavily as she slowly regained her breath. "A lot, you dumb cunt -!" she shouted as Karen, creeping up nervously from behind on the unaware Lori, brought a wooden chair smashing down hard on Lori's head with full force. Lori's eyes rolled up into the back of her head, showing the whites; she coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood as her knees buckled, and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Sally laughed triumphantly (but quickly stopped and grimaced in pain, gripping her stomach, still fairly sore from the punches Lori had given it a moment ago). "Great move, Karen," she said. "You showed that bitch - wow, you broke the chair on her head! I guess I forgot to tell you that every fourth Thursday of the month is Catfighting Day in the office. You came through for me, thanks." Sally noticed that Karen was shivering, still holding pieces of the broken chair in her white-knuckled grip as she stared fearfully at the unmoving body of her best friend.

"Don't worry hon," Sally said, getting to her feet and rubbing Karen's shoulder soothingly. "Lori won't be upset with you - she'll still be your best friend as though this never happened, I guarantee it. This is what Catfighting Day is all about - a chance for us gals to let out our aggressive impulses on each other. Well that and bragging rights - and the $500 end-of-the-month bonus on the winner's paycheque." Sally gave Lori a once-over glance. "She's fine - she's breathing. Probably only a concussion. You know, this really is a good thing from your point of view. Lori never loses, unless she wants to that is. She only loses to someone she likes. I've been sneaking a peek here and there at her diary as well when she's out to lunch or in the bathroom, and I know that she has a crush on you."

"She does?" Karen said, beginning to smile as she felt her horniness returning. Wow, she likes me too! Karen thought, joy filling her heart (and lust filling her everywhere else). Her loins grew lusty as she peeled the unconscious girl's blue jeans off and sniffed her warm puckered bare anus. "Mmm," Karen moaned, "it stinks so good...better than I'd imagined. Mmm!"

"Why don't you take her home for the day," Sally suggested generously. "You two can talk...perhaps you have more in common than you realized."

Karen nodded, a big grin on her pretty face. "Thanks, Sally! That sounds like a very good idea." With Sally's help, the two women carried the unconscious Lori to Karen's car and placed her in the front passenger seat. "Let me know how it turns out," Sally said wickedly as she lifted Lori's shirt and gave her nipples a quick suck. "Mmm," she groaned, "the next time we have an opportunity like this, I'm coming with you. Now get out of here before I change my mind and fuck her right here in the church parking lot with my huge new strap-on dildo."

With a laugh, Karen started the car and drove off with a goodbye wave to the horny female pastor.

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Part Four

Blond-haired Deanna Somers lit a fresh smoke as she knocked on Karen's apartment door. Waiting in the hall, Deanna smoked quietly while imagining all the delicious fun she would have with her friend as usual. She was startled to see the door open to reveal not Karen, but Karen's landlord Mr. Fenster.

"Oh - uh, hi..." Deanna said, "I'm uh...here to see Karen."

Mr. Fenster belched foully as he leered at Deanna's plump tits (which were barely concealed in a low-cut red velvet sweater). "She's out," he said flatly, beginning to drool lecherously (and literally) as he leaned closer to the swelling curves of Deanna's bare cleavage while rubbing his stiffening cock through his jeans with his hand.

Deanna was not particularly in the mood to make it with a fat, dirty, smelly (and married, can you believe it) bum like Fenster. Sometimes she liked that sort of thing for the sheer perversity of it, but not today. Not to mention the fact that Fenster was a known ex-con who had spent 20 years in jail for knifing his teenage girlfriend to death while she was giving him a blowjob. Deanna chose to conveniently ignore the fact that she had masturbated many times to the bloody photos of Fenster's nude, dead girlfriend, which the local paper had published in full color and uncensored along with graphic details of the murder when Fenster had been released a few years ago. But just because she found the forbidden fantasy of snuff sexually arousing did not mean that she had any wish to die herself. So she stepped back slightly and took a firmer tone. "Mr. Fenster, you're the landlord for this building. May I kindly ask why you're alone in Karen's apartment while she's not home?" In a flash she pulled her cell phone out of her purse and held it up for him to see (though safely out of his reach). Better safe than sorry, she thought to herself - you never know how a man like this will react. I've no intention of being this city's next murder victim. "Because I'd hate to press this 911 speed-dial button and have the police arrest you for breaking and entering...and goodness knows what else."

Fenster snarled, but wisely stayed where he was. "Ya fuckin' bitch...who tha fuck do you think-"

"I know what I think, Mr. Fenster," Deanna interrupted him snidely. "And what I know. I know you've broken in to Karen's apartment, probably so you can steal from her and jerk off into her stinky socks. I know you're out of your league. And I think that unless you get the fuck out of here this instant, your wife and the police will be very interested in knowing what I know. And stop stroking your cock while you look at me - you're a disgusting pig, you know that?" Fenster had unzipped his jeans and freed his bare erect cock, masturbating it while Deanna lectured him.

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" Fenster laughed, continuing to masturbate as he ogled the young slut. "'Sides, I can't very well collect the 'rent' from Karen with my pants on. Or are you so dumb an' full of cum that it never occurred to you how she can afford this place without a job?" He grinned. "Karen and I have a real good deal. She gets a roof over her head, cable, heat, the whole works...and I get a blowjob from her anytime I want, day or night."

Deanna was not shocked by the idea. She enjoyed and much preferred free love, but was no stranger to bartering friendly sex in exchange for goods now and then. But she was surprised to think that Karen would agree to such a deal with Mr. Fenster. I thought Karen was gay, Deanna thought to herself, trying to ignore how the sight of a hard male cock being pumped appreciatively only a few inches away from her was making her nipples become visibly hard through her top. I made his dick hard, her inner slut whispered. I wanna suck it. I wanna show him my bare titties. I wanna make his dick harder. I wanna make him shoot his cum all in my nasty slutty mouth.

Apparently, Fenster had similar ideas floating through his mind. "As a matter of fact," he slurred, "I've been figurin'...I could be makin' a bundle off her if I 'rented' her mouth to a few of my, well, how would you say...business colleagues." "You mean you've figured you could charge your poker buddies cash to get blowjobs from her?" Deanna rephrased more accurately, her tone one of cold sarcasm, not at all liking the idea of her lesbian friend being forced into becoming a pay whore for cocks with the threat of homelessness keeping her there. Deanna was a slut, but she was a good friend as well.

Fenster winked and smiled viciously. "You're smarter than I thought, baby doll," he laughed, finding Deanna's contempt for him and his treatment of her friend humorous. "Now, why don't you go away before I decide to 'increase' Karen's rent by adding your pretty mouth to the bill...slut."

Had Deanna known that Karen had already found a real job at the church almost two weeks ago, she would have probably not done what she did next. As Fenster turned to close the door to Karen's apartment, right before it could close Deanna wedged her sneaker into the doorjamb to keep it from closing. "Wait!" she said. Fenster turned around and looked at her, a slightly surprised but nonetheless horny gleam in his eye. Deanna stepped closer.

"Maybe we can work something out..." she whispered, puckering her soft full lips and batting her eyelashes just so.

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The End (for now...much, much more to come! Repeat, sequel definitely coming!)
 

This is my third story for ASSTR. I'm so glad to have my own page here at ASSTR - it is a great honor and pretty cool if you ask me!

I write about what I like, so a lot of my tales are about feet, or shit, or smoking, although you can be sure to find a lot more than that in my writing. Unlike some authors who write a tale or two and then disappear, I plan on writing regularly, so check back every now and then for new stories. I am writing exclusively for ASSTR now.

I really enjoyed writing this story, especially given my recent inspirations (which shall remain my little secret). As usual, this work is what it is, and if you've read it then just remember, the disclaimer at the beginning stands in its entirety. I just wanted you to understand I'm a girl who is not without heart, who wishes harm to none. Be nice.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback, comments, or ideas you can give me. Feedback and comments are welcome from men and women. Collaboration, ongoing correspondence and chat are welcome from lesbians and bi-women only. My email is raquelsilestra_author@hotmail.com - I'm friendly and I'd love to chat with any like-minded pervy lesbians (like me) or bi-females. Kisses to all, Raquel.