I heard her leave as I finished dressing; powder blue silk panties and matching bra, the highest heels I owned (I realized with mild wonder that I had already decided I need to buy much higher heels so I would feel more like a stupid slut for Candace). The click of my heels on the tile in the bathroom was erotic, heightening my tension.
I stared into the mirror at the pretty girl there, short blonde hair (would she make me grow it longer?), small nose and blue eyes; Minnesota Farm Girl cum San Diego Whore. I shuddered at that thought and closed my eyes for a moment as I slid my hand into my panties (oh how good it felt to finger myself while wearing panties, naughty, restrictive, hand held down against my mound like Candace was forcing me, like I was such a slut I couldn't take the time to remove my panties). Thinking of Minnesota made me think of my parents, what they would think of their slut and that made my toes almost curl up in please, made me arch my back a little and frig harder as I opened my eyes. I needed to do what Candace said, look at myself, look at my sloppy face. There wasn't much evidence; I needed to be sloppier next time, maybe she would use me longer so I would be covered in her juice and look it. I concentrated on what a slut I was for Candace, and as her presence faded some, as I was left to my own devices, my shame began to come back. The strange this was that the more aware I became of how ridiculous I was here, how insane it was to be dressed up like a ten dollar whore, frigging myself at another woman's command, the more excited I became. I really WAS a slut, and I came so hard whispering that word to myself, back arched, up on my toes, doing what she said. Like a good slut, like an obedient little girl I licked my fingers clean and staggered into the livingroom. God what was wrong with me? Even as I asked the question I knelt on the cheap, harsh carpet. Legs wide, hands on thighs, chest forward, head erect, facing the door.
Hours? Two, three? Pain and embarrassment vied within me. It hurt so, I ached in that time, holding that pose, I wanted so not to, but every time I thought of getting up I thought of obeying Candace and that made my cunt convulse in a tremor of pleasure. That in turn brought on my shame, laced with incredulity. What the hell was wrong with me? Was it me, was it Candace, was Candace some devil who saw what a worthless person I was? She was like some solvent that washed away some veneer of normalcy from me, exposing this stupid cuntsucker who got off on abuse. Oh and that thought made me hot again and I felt like I was going to pee myself and wouldn't that be shameful, when the door opened.
The moment she walked in I felt my heart change, felt my mind turn around a few more degrees towards sick and I wasn't surprised or displeased to see she had brought company.
A pretty woman, slightly older, yes as she got closer to me, I saw a dark-haired woman in her early forties.
"Strip, shit-breath," from Candace and the woman's coat (why wear a coat now?) fell away to reveal a slut in heels. She wore glossy black high-heel pumps, black stockings and a garter, black lace panties and a mesh and lace demi cup bra. Even though she was a good bit older than I, she still had a slender, attractive figure. She looked nervously to me (I flushed again as I thought about how ridiculous I looked...but I kept my chest thrust out) and then back to Candace, who laughed. "Shit-breath, meet cunt-sucker. That's right Natalie, little jenny over there is my current face toy. Oh, did you think we would have tender time alone?" The woman turned crimson, shook her head and mumbled something negative. "I just thought you two would make nice book ends, you know, anal fetish, oral submissive? I like symmetry. So, what do you think of jenny?"
Natalie (I assumed) looked me over with a critical eye, like one devoted lesbian freak might look at another of her same ilk.
"She's pretty alright," she said; I knew mild satisfaction, I was pretty, prettier than her. "But she dresses like shit." Candace exploded in a fit of giggles and covered her mouth, gasping out, "Oh ho! Great minds think alike, eh jenny?" My little bubble of satisfaction was burst, and I knew that in this room I was the lowest thing there, the stupidest, most inexperienced slut. "Don't worry Natalie, I am taking my stupid little jenny-poo shopping for clothes tomorrow. We will get her in some clothes that express her inner cuntlover." Oh God help me, but when she said that my stomach did a flip-flop of fear, but my groin pulsed harder and harder at the thought of being "outfitted."
Candace had Natalie kneel down in front of me, with one knee in between mine, one outside. We were mere inches apart, I could have leaned forward the tiniest bit to kiss her. Up close her age showed a little more, small crows feet around her eyes, a few wisps of hair gray in an otherwise black mass of hair. We looked at each other in shame, fear, and what I knew was mirrored in her eyes, lust. "Natalie used to be my professor, 'The Age of Chaucer,' I believe. But poor Natalie just couldn't keep her eyes or hands off me. She just developed this sick obsession with me, isn't that right Natalie? She swallowed, and said
"Yes Candace."
"You had dreams about me, didn't you Natalie?"
"Yes Candace, I dreamed about you again and again. I still do. " Candace walked to one side, admiring our profile, two pretty women, one younger, one mature, one blonde and one brunette, each dressed in lingerie and kneeling in a supplicant posture like a cheap magazine fantasy.
"I remember the day you confessed your obsession to me. I remember the day you had me come to your office for counseling. What were you wearing that day Natalie?"
"My-my cheerleading outfit." "Why were you wearing it?"
"It was the most humiliating thing I could think of. I knew, somehow I knew I needed to show you how pathetic I was."
"Yes, you did look silly crammed into that outfit, although kudos to you that you could even make the attempt. I remember what else you had there. Jenny," she turned to me, "she was there in her little outfit, bent over the desk, bare ass facing the door, skirt up over her back and no panties on...freshly shaven. Well, you can certainly imagine my surprise, innocent thing that I was. I went over, you know, just to check on her, make sure she was ok, and I couldn't believe what I saw. She had this thing, this harness, on her back, with a big rubber cock. Apparently some girls like that sort of thing. I was so obliging, I used it on her. The funny thing was, I noticed as I got in on her, started to 'stick it in' that she was ready, all lubed up for me...her ass that is. What a naughty old lady, anus lubed up for another girl to poke with a fat, rubber dick. You should have heard her jenny. Lots of 'oh Candace!' and 'please harder' Not like you jenny. Your mouth's usually full of my privates, isn't it?"
Still staring at Natalie, like it was dragged out me, a soft "Yes." "That's right. So, two dumb little cunts here, each with her own sick fixation. Well, let's have some fun first. I know you are just bursting to have me make you two play fuck games with each other." Oh yes, oh yes she was right. The tension between the two of us as we stared at each other, smelled each other, felt the heat of each other's body so close was suffocating. I had known from the moment she walked in, Candace would make me fuck another girl, I dreaded it, and I was impatient for it to get started. Make me do it, I thought, make me humiliate myself getting hot for this woman you drug out of your past. I needed to be forced, had come to crave it. Candace made me eat emotional shit and I was getting hooked on that junk. "Hands in panties you little sluts, lots of rubbing and kissing; put on a good enough show and I will let each of you taste what you want."
I leaned forward the merest bit, mouth watering (the taste I craved was Candace's sweet pussy, my own personal goddess) and made contact with Natalie. I realized with a start that it was my first kiss with another woman. Oh sure, I had sucked Candace to fruition, but as Natalie's eager hand wormed into my panties (oh it felt so good and so dirty), I had my first taste of soft, pliant girl lips. We molded ourselves together, each with a hand in the others crotch, and the other pulling our lover's head to our own. My breasts pressed against hers, oh that was lewd. She was rubbing back and forth, smearing my wetness around my cunt lips, and I couldn't decide what to focus on; the inferno building between my legs or the slickness of her pussy. She was shaven, wet, so smooth and my fingers tripped over her, slipped into her, while our tongues pressed with wetness and softness and a taste I couldn't describe. We knelt there, digging each other's soaking panties; performing under Candace'' watchful eye was an incredible aphrodisiac.
I was intensely aware of her body; her breasts against mine, the heat of her body, her scent, the brief touch of her knee against mine as she shifted to get a better angle on my sopping crotch. Urgency built, and we pressed and molded our bra-encased breasts together harder, kissed harder now, worked each other furiously. No slow build up, this was raw hand fucking for two sluts, and just as we peaked Candace laughed and said.
"That's enough you two."
Oh, the cruelty of her laughter as we separated, were brought to our feet to face each other. So close, my hips wanted to buck forward against Natalie but already the shame was flooding back. God, what a sick slut I am I thought to myself, and Natalie stared fixedly at my collarbone, ashamed as well. We were made to hold up our "sticky fingers, sticky with girlie juice" and feed each other our own essence. We diligently cleaned each others hand; I licked between the web of each of her fingers to get up every bit of moisture as she sucked my fingers in one by one.
"Well ladies, I don't know about you, but I am kind of hot now after that little dyke show. I bet you are to. Did playing little dyke games make you hot jennyslut?"
"Yes," I said softly, the cloying docility I had become used to setting in deeper. "I like playing dyke games for you."
"No need to ask Natalie, is there? We know how you like to play games for me, right Natalie? 12 students in 2 years for me?"
"13," came the whispered answer.
"I forgot about your niece! How could I...such a sweet girl, and you taught her such terrible things. She wasn't very sweet when we got done with her, was she? No, she was a very nasty girl, well suited for her new occupation in film."
Every time I thought I couldn't be shocked, Candace pulled something new from her bag of filth. The image of me trained to perform for porn films flashed before me with stunning force; she could do it to me.
"Enough chat, girls. Jenny, tell Professor Bellinni here what you love most of all in the world."
"I-I love, I-"
"Spit it out, you retard!"
"I love Candace's pussy!" I yelled it out, almost sobbing, loud enough my neighbors must have heard. She smiled at Natalie,
"Tell little jenny-poo what makes your cunny all soppy wet, what really has a hold on your heart." Looking me full in the face, neck and chest suffused with color from excitement and shame, Natalie told me,
"I'm in love with Candace's ass. I don't love my husband, he means nothing to me because I need to worship her ass and show her I love her and I love being a little shitbreath." Candace leaned in and kissed Natalie.
"Good girl. You know what a little shit mouth you are, don't you?" Naked, green jealousy seized me; I hated Natalie and wanted her to die for getting that kiss. I hated myself; I was to stupid to be a good slut for the only person on the room that mattered. Candace stood in the middle of the room, and "introduced" us to our new friend. "I want my stupid little pet sluts to get some variety in their diets. Jenny, you are going to learn how much you like my dirty asshole, and Natalie will work on my front."
We knelt there on the cheap rug, my knees already chaffed. Candace was tall; her ass loomed over me, and I had to raise up off my haunches to get where I needed to be. She had kicked her bottoms off; I stared at that slender ass, not rounded like mine, but boyish. It was good to be physically lower than her buttocks; it emphasized how lowly a slut I was. I parted her cheeks and took one second to look at her brown anus; her shit hole. I would be licking it for her pleasure and amusement; the lowest thing I could think off. I almost came in a spasm of wetness; my thighs clenched. I realized Natalie was already working and I put my lips to another woman's ass and began to lick and suck for all I was worth.
Oh, it grew painful there on my knees, my neck and tongue grew tired, but every time I thought I must back off for a moment the shame hit me full force, like a bellows on the fire of my sloppy sex, and I tried harder. I longed for her to praise me, and yet craved even more her contempt for someone who would gratefully try and worm her tongue as far into another woman's butt as it would go.
Candace was rocking her hips back and forth and I strained with every fiber of my devoted being to keep in contact, to go in deeper and wetter and be a good little shit mouth. It was bitter, and rimming her let me sink to a new depth of degradation I had not known was possible...who knew some girls liked to lick other girls asses? I did now, knew it and relished it. Bringing even the tiniest pleasure to a woman who had utterly crushed me was the best I could ever hope for.
There. She spasmed, and again, my tongue being pushed back by the strong contractions of her orgasm. She came down from her high and slipped from between us, and Natalie and I were each left facing the other. Her face was soaked; she had even managed to get some of it in her bangs. "Natalie, look at jenny's mouth. You know where it has been, what she is tasting, and I know you want a taste. And oh jenny I bet all that mess on Natalie's face sure is sweet. Go ahead girls, do what you are thinking about."
I had been thinking, thinking about kissing Natalie, and we melted into each other's arms in a torrent of kisses and moans. We rolled together to the floor in a tangle, and I knew she was getting from me what I wanted from her. I was getting Candace's juices second hand while Natalie bittered her tongue on my filthy shitmouth. Candace knew how to get us worked up, and we were both soaking as we kissed deeper and harder, each pushing her hand into the other's panties. Her pussy was as wet as I remembered, so smooth and slick and wet. I was in love with the feeling of her lips sliding back and forth under my hand, the fleshy feeling of the walls of her cunt as I slide fingers inside her. We were bucking, finger fucking, sucking each other to get every taste we could of Candace off the other, and I realized we were both murmuring Candace's name like a devotional. Everything. I came against Natalie finally, a cuntsucker, a masturbation toy, an ass licking dyke who had given everything to Candace. Tell me to try and seduce my sister, I thought. Make me tell my fiancée I would rather lick your ass once then kiss him for a lifetime. Hurt me and use me, and oh god please use even more of me. You haven't even started to plumb my depths, I have holes to be violated and no one but you and Natalie know what a stupid little cuntsucker I am.
I lay in another woman's arms, languorously kissing her, loving her fingers on my sex in the afterglow, and I heard Candace laugh at us, and wanted more.