Glory Road - Carol ch-1
The house I was approaching looked like something out of an English TV series. It sat well back from the highway and there was a huge curving driveway. I parked in front of the stone steps leading up to what I took to be the front door, got out and climbed up to the porch. There was one of those ancient door-knockers so I banged it a couple of times. As I waited for someone to answer my knock, I looked over this beautiful and expensive place. Of course, Mr. Johnson was reputed to be a billionaire, so what could one expect. Then the door opened and my strange adventure in this high society world began.
The young woman who opened the door was very pretty and shapely. This latter facet of her body was obvious because of the skimpy outfit she was wearing. Her breasts were pushed up to an extreme height and both of her nipples were clearly peeking out at me! Her dress - if it could be called that - looked like a costume from one of those romantic tragedies of many years ago. Actually, it was a corset affair with a ruffled bottom that covered just her belly and mid-section. Her private parts were clearly and - I guessed - intentionally open to the eyes of any who came to visit.
"I am Mrs. Carlisle."
"Yes, of course. Please enter."
As she said this, the female greeter stood to one side and beckoned me to enter. I almost laughed for she even had an obscene aroma about her. Watching her buttocks as she led me down a very long hall way, was arousing in a very burlesque manner. When we reached the door that I was obviously intended to enter through, I couldn't resist the temptation so I moved so close to her that my shoulder brushed those exposed nipples. Her only reaction was a small smile.
"Come in, Carol."
I heard the voice but I couldn't place the speaker. Then I spotted a woman who I took to be Mary Johnson - hopefully, the wife of my husband's boss-to-be. She was reclining on some kind of long lounge and she was dressed in the most outlandish fashion. Her dress looked like something out of the Arabian nights.
There was a short - very short - vest-like garment that just covered her shoulders. Like her female attendant, her breasts were completely uncovered and, as I approached her, I was entranced by the manner in which she continuously stroked those breasts. Only by my sheer will to avoid seeming to be voyeuristic was I able to shift my eyes to the rest of her get-up.
That was even more of a shock. She was wearing what I took to be a pair of extremely sheer harem-pants. These pants extended from her waist -from her navel to be exact - to her heels, but the shocking thing about those pants was the gaping section that was placed exactly over her vaginal area! I was mesmerized by what I saw and, as I stood there like a country rube, staring at her vagina, she lazily shifted her position so that the opening was even more open and all of her crotch region was exposed!
"Carol honey. Is the display of my charms embarrassing you?"
"Embarrassing, no! Surprising, yes. I had not expected that our meeting would be so....well.. informal."
"I much prefer the informality of holding these meetings in my home. Am I correct in assuming that you are completely covered under your skirt?" I hesitated for I didn't know how to answer that. "If you are wearing panties, I strongly recommend that you divest yourself of such mundane items of apparel."
I stood there for what seemed to me to be an eternity. I had been thrown completely off my game and I didn't know what was really expected of me. After all, Michael and I were here on a business interview so, was it within the range of proper behavior for me to ...well.. un-dress myself? I was tempted to do as she suggested, but still I hesitated.
"Oh, for crying out loud! Take them off you bitch!"
This outburst galvanized me into action and I quickly lifted my skirt and then slid my panties down over my hips and onto the floor.
"Now, if you will just keep that skirt up, the two of us will be on an equal basis! Sit down! Unh! Unh! Don't think that by sitting down you are going to deprive me of the fun of watching your cunt as we talk so keep that skirt up and, since my tits are completely open to your view, I think it is only fair for you to open the top of your dress, take off your bra and let me see your lovelies."
By this time, I had become conditioned to doing whatever this strange female demanded of me. So, I opened the top of my dress, dispensed with my bra and sat there with a bare cunt and bare tits! I could only wonder what weird and outlandish things this woman would think of next.
The woman who had admitted me suddenly appeared carrying a tray with two cups of what I later learned was tea. She offered a cup to me and then gave the second cup to Mary. The tea smelled delicious so I took a large mouth full. The taste was even more delicious than the aroma. There was an immediate reaction to the tea- I could not take my eyes off of Mary's cunt and I saw that she, too, was staring intently at my cunt. I could only wonder at what was in that tea!
"Carol you are about to learn one of the best-kept secrets of the D.C. environment. Stop for a moment to think about the social life here in the nation's capital. We are always having famous and important personages visiting. As you can easily see, luncheons and dinners can only take up so much of the day and evening. So, years ago, certain of the larger companies, `volunteered' to provide escorts and companions for the visiting bigwigs. Obviously the President and the First lady couldn't be tasked to take care of this detail. The scandal would be tremendous. So, we supply the necessary escorts whenever important people visit the capital.
That is where you, your daughter and your son come into the picture. The people - men, especially - who come here are, by and large, very lecherous in nature. They have fought their way to the top of their society and they are not accustomed to being denied anything they might desire. Especially women!
Jack and I ordinarily satisfy the needs of the top level diplomats - kings, queens, prime ministers and the like, but these individuals do not travel alone. There is a secondary tier of important visitors and that is where you and your family come in. You, your husband, your daughter and, upon occasion, your son will be expected to satisfy the wants of this level of personage. And, by wants, I mean sexual desires!"
This blatant statement practically caused me to get up and leave, but I stayed.
"Whenever it is necessary for you or some other member of your family to provide a sexual outlet for one or more of these diplomats, you will be briefed by a representative from the State Department and, I might add, they are usually very good in knowing of the sexual peculiarities of these visitors. There are several things that you must learn not to do.
Under no circumstances, ever openly discuss the particular physical attributes of your, `guest'! That will get you into trouble faster than you can imagine. Secondly, political discussions are to be avoided particularly as they may relate to international relations. And finally, please don't ever fake an orgasm! These people will be quick to sense when you are faking it and they will be very displeased. If your orgasm is slow in coming - no pun intended - wait. If you, somehow, just can't come - well there will likely be another day.
I would believe that your husband is getting just about this same litany at this very moment. So, you see, working here in D.C. for the conglomerate is not just all pens, pencils, computers and paper clips. By accepting this position, your husband is committing you all to an entirely new kind of life. Now that my standard welcoming speech is over, let's get down to the nitty-gritty of this situation."
At this point, my thoughts were interrupted by the entry of yet another female. This woman, however, was wearing a straight, business -like suit outfit. I wondered if my appearance was the usual appearance of guests in this queer establishment. Then I was jolted again! For this woman seated herself in a chair opposite to where I was sitting and, as she did so, she hoisted that skirt up until it was above her waist. Her lower belly and upper thighs were just as naked as if she had taken that skirt completely off! Now, as I sat there, my eyes were continuously drawn to either one cunt or the other.
"This is Janice, my personal secretary. In our days together, you will deal primarily with her and anything she tells you is to be considered as originating from me. Are you now comfortably positioned so we can begin?" I nodded. "You may finger yourself if you feel the need. I often use that method to keep my emotions from running out of control. So, let us begin! Janice?"
"Mrs. Carlisle or Carol, as you prefer, we have been busily assembling a dossier on you and your family since your husband's name first appeared on the list of possible candidates. Now that he has become the finalist, our information on you must be as accurate as possible - especially as regards your sexual appetites.
You are 34 and you have a daughter, Sally who is 15 and a son, Mike, Jr. who is 12." I started to respond but she quickly stopped me. "There is no need for you to respond unless you feel something is grossly in error. Your silence will be interpreted as acceptance. To continue, you sing in the church choir and are active in the social events of your church - especially the women's group activities. So far as we have been able to discern, you have never had any sexual experience with either one of your children!"
I choked out an answer, "Absolutely not! What do you think I am?"
"Carol, it doesn't make a damn what we think you are. It is how you are going to react when facing your new duties! Now, if I may continue? You attended a church-sponsored college for women and you had the same roommate for all of your four years there - even though she was an avowed lesbian! According to our records, you never once requested a change of roommates. In your sexual matters, do you harbor a preference for women?
"NO, I do not! It was just that the two of us seemed to hit it off from the very beginning and having sex with one another just seemed to occur as a natural consequence of being together. I have never had any sexual attachments with women since leaving college. My husband is a very satisfying sexual partner!"
"Would you consider having sex with a woman? With Mary for instance?"
I looked over at Mary and was once more hypnotized by the blatant display of her cunt. All I could do was to stammer out a rather weak, "I don't know".
"We are assuming that you, along with your roommate, often engaged in oral sex practices. Did you ever indulge in the use of sex, `toys'?
"Well, yes. My roommate had certain implements that we - upon occasion - employed in our dalliances with one another."
"Such as?"
"Oh she had a bunch of vibrators and dildos."
"Was there any particular devices that you used?"
"Yes, we mostly used a double-ended dildo on each other."
As this personal questioning progressed, I was becoming more and more relaxed in my answers. At this specific point, Mary broke into the discussion.
"Have you ever tongued another person's ass hole?"
"Why I...uh.. oh what the hell! YES! Once or twice!"
"With this same roommate?" this was Janice asking me this.
"Yes. I only did it with her!"
"Then is it correct to say that you had a special relationship with this girl?"
"If you must know, YES, I loved her!"
Once more, Mary broke into the conversation and said, "Janice, I think that is enough on that subject. Let's get on with it.
"Yes, ma'am! Now Carol we are going to shift from this question and answer format to take some physical measurements. Please kneel up alongside Mary on the lounge."
As Mary and I were adjusting our positions, this Janice was busy assembling some kind of machine contraption. I quickly assumed that they were going to do something with my ass for I felt something - I don't know what - touching and then entering my ass. I looked over at Janice and said,
"Please be careful. I have never done anything like what I think you are about to do. Not even with my husband."
"Have no fear, Carol. We are especially cautious in everything that we attempt."
That might have made me feel good except that while she was saying this, something was being pushed into my ass! I breathed a short sigh of relief for this thing - whatever it was - was very thin so that it entered me without any discomfort whatsoever. Then, abruptly, I felt a charge of something very cool all over the insides of my anal channel and, as Janice pulled that thing back out of me, this cooling spray continued. Once more my apprehension rose for this could only be some form of lubricant that they were obviously going to use while they drove something not so thin into me! Janice spoke,
"Now, Carol. I think we are ready. Have you ever heard the term, `The Glory Road'?" I shook my head in the negative. "Well, your glory road begins at your navel and proceeds downward through the space between your legs - ending at your anus. It is time for you to lick Mary's Glory Road. Lick her from the road's inception to the very end which is the glory hole! Now, kneel over her and we shall investigate your affinity for the Glory Road."
Janice reached around and under my chest. She had a small eye-dropper in her hand and she proceeded to drip some kind of liquid into Mary's navel. Mary commanded,
"Now Carol - lick it out!"
By this time, I was quite excited with all of the talk of sex and the weird ways of having sex so, without really thinking about it, I dropped my head to where my tongue would reach into Mary's navel and took a very small taste of that liquid. At once, my tongue began to tingle. For some unknown reason my libido was demanding that I drink more of that stuff. So, I bent forward and began lapping dog-style at Mary's navel! My libido almost exploded! Mary bent forward and whispered in my ear.
"Dear Carol, this is an old procedure that connects two females in their search for sexual gratification. So, drink until your thirst is quenched. Janice will keep my well supplied with drink."
I made no attempt to answer her for I was busily lapping this stuff up as quickly as Janice replenished the supply.
Then, without any warning, some kind of device was thrust into my cunt. Even though Mary's liquid had somewhat prepared me for this, still it hurt! I winced and hunched up my hips in a useless attempt to get away from this invasion.
Janice had obviously pushed this implement as far into me as was needed for she did not push it any further. Then she said,
"We are going to take some measurements."
I didn't understand that, but I remained hunched over with whatever that thing was still stuck in my cunt. Then I heard a whirring sound and that dastardly implement of torture began to expand. Oh, my God! How it expanded! Not only did it expand in girth, but it also expanded in length! Soon, I felt that that crazy female had stuffed a baseball bat up into my cunt. I began to whimper with the pressure it was creating and then I was crying because of the pain.
"For God's sake, Janice! Don't push that any further into me. I can't take it! You are about to rupture my cervix! Oh, God! STOP!" But she didn't. She continued expanding that hideous torture device until I was almost certain that my pelvic bones and muscles were going to start ripping apart. In fact, I thought I heard my bones crack! Mary spoke,
"Okay Janice what measurements did you get?"
"Length: 24cm; girth: 20cm."
"My lord, Carol! You are a big girl. I'll bet that you could take a horse's cock and not even wince. I know just the male for you. I most certainly hope he makes a return visit. It would be extremely interesting to watch you take his cock. Boy, would it ever be interesting!"
By now, my head was resting upon Mary's tits and I was sobbing with the pain. Except for my sobbing, there was no other sound in the room.
Mary took hold of my head and began pushing my face downwards along her belly. Once more, Janice spoke,
"Suck Mary's Glory Road to its very end!"
Because of the effects of that cursed tea, I couldn't force myself ignore her command so I began licking along Mary's belly from her navel to the beginning of her slit. I was disgusted with myself for being so easily manipulated. Then a most amazing thing occurred. I came upon her clit! I was astonished by the size of her clit! It was as big around as my thumb! I just couldn't help myself - I fiddled with that monstrosity. By this time, I was totally within the control of Mary and, in particular, Janice, but it was Mary who uttered the ultimate command.
"SUCK IT, YOU BITCH! Suck my clit! Wipe my cunt with your face! Get your face covered with my cunt juice! Stick your tongue in my glory hole!"
I was no longer an independent female. I was totally under the control of these two harlots. I promptly wrapped my lips around her clit and began sucking just as though it were a nipple on one of her tits. Then I slid my tongue down along her cunt lips and used it to rim her ass hole. I gazed at her ass hole as it alternately opened and then clenched shut. During one of its open sessions, a sudden obscene thrill surged through my body as I felt my tongue push into her ass! I had never known just how much of my tongue I could extend outside of my mouth, but, as I pushed it into her ass, it seemed to go really far up into her ass! All of my reserve was gone and I eagerly performed this almost inhuman ritual upon Mary's body!
"Ahhhhh! That's really very good. You obviously have sucked clits and asses before. Now, Carol girl, I would like to have you meet my son, Jack, Jr. He is very much the image of his father and, like his father, he prefers the dirt section of the Glory Road. So, Carol, say hello to Jack, Jr."
I couldn't speak for my tongue was deeply inside of Mary's ass! Then I felt what could only be the head of a male's cock at my puckered hole! I broke my concentration upon Mary's ass and begged her for leniency.
"Please, Mary. Oh, please. Don't let him use me there. I have never even let my husband penetrate me there. That is a nasty, crude and obscene thing to do!"
"But Carol, we are intentionally reveling in nasty, crude and obscene things. That is what we do. You will love us for doing this to you!"
I had told the truth. I had never permitted Mike to fuck my ass because - on his first attempt - it hurt me so bad I just couldn't stand it. The ass-fucking procedure employed by these perverts was totally new to me. Nothing I had ever read or been told prepared me for what happened.
I felt Jack, Jr. begin applying pressure to his cock. The head of what could only be a huge machine of pain pushed slowly and steadily through my puckered hole. I thought surely it would stop when it encountered my sphincter, but it didn't. It might have slowed just a bit - I wasn't really certain of that - but Jack Jr. kept up the pressure and slowly and inexorably he pushed that cock head though my sphincter and into my ass channel. This penetration was, no doubt, greatly aided by the dose of lubricant that I had received earlier.
I was crying and screaming in pain. I begged Mary or Janice and even Jack, Jr. not to attempt to go any further, but that slow inexorable progress continued. I wasn't certain, but I would estimate that it took him two or three minutes to reach its full extension in my guts. I knew when he had reached his limit for his crotch pushed up against my buttocks.
For several seconds, there was no movement whatsoever. Then, that insidious measuring device was slowly being pulled back out of my cunt. I heard my cunt lips, `pop' when that dastardly thing actually cleared my cunt. There was a brief pause and then Jack, Jr. began pulling his cock out. For one brief moment, I had a respite from all the pain that I had been exposed to, but then it all began again!
Slowly, the measuring device was being pushed back into my cunt. Again I was subjected to four or five minutes of pain as first that measuring device and then Jack's cock were driven back as deeply inside of me as was humanly possible.
This routine set the pace for my sexual devastation and degradation. I felt certain that this slow, tantalizing and painful routine would never bring on an orgasm and I became even more certain of this as time and thrusts continued. Eventually, the pain lessened and I began to actually breathe in time with the successive thrusts of the boy and whoever was manipulating that measuring machine.
I looked up at Mary and she gave me one of those smirking smiles that told me she was enjoying my time of brutal fucking. I wanted to smash her in the face!
Then, surprise of surprises, my orgasmic level began to tease my body. Slowly, as that cock and that machine were repeatedly pushed into me and then pulled out, I actually began to enjoy what was being done to me. Once more, I looked up at Mary and asked her,
"How long has it been?"
She glanced at the watch on her wrist and told me, "It has only been a little over an hour, but that is not unusual. There are times when Jack, Sr. will take two or even three hours to bring me to my first orgasm. That has something to do with some kind of Indian religion that Jack was exposed to when he was just a boy. Now he has taught Jack, Jr. Believe me, Carol, the orgasm that you will experience is worth every minute of pain and discomfort you will have undergone."
I don't know, but perhaps another hour went by with my fucking continuing for every minute. The pain of the in-and-out movements of the device and then Jack's cock had totally abated and I found myself swinging my ass to-and-fro as each penetration occurred. Then, just as Mary had predicted, my orgasm began to tingle in my belly. That slow fucking procedure caused my orgasm to grow bigger and bigger until I thought I was going to explode.
"Oh, my GOD! Fuck me! Oh, please. FUCK ME!
Then it did explode and a wave of sexual pleasure rolled through my whole sensory system. Unlike my usual orgasms, this one didn't just quit. Instead I remained far up on an orgasmic plain where orgasms followed one right after another!
"More you bastard, give me more! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuuuuccccckkkk....aaaaahhhhhhhh!
When I finally regained my senses, I was standing on the porch- totally nude! I was clutching my discarded clothing and a small can of that ass lubricant that had been used upon me. Janice had handed me that can as I was leaving with a bit of advice.
"Use this in your ass before each penetration. It will make the penetration much easier and exciting!"
But surprise of surprises, my libido had not waned in any way and thoughts of cocks - all kinds of cocks- pushing into my ass and cunt raced through my head. I had been exposed to unbelievable degrading experiences and my desire and need for a good fucking was just as strong as it had ever been! This day's session of brutal sex had not diminished my sexual urge even the least bit. I threw my arms wide open in a silent plea for the whole world to come and fuck me! Then I shouted,
"Come world, I am CUNT. Do you hear me? I am CUNT! Fuck me!"
Somehow, I got myself into my car. My keys were in the ignition so I started the car and sluggishly drove off. I didn't give a damn that I had no clothes on at all. My cunt and my ass both felt as though I had been engaged in some kind of brawl. Fortunately, the motel where Mike and I were staying had an underground garage. The attendant gave me a very strange and inquisitive look as I drove into our assigned space. I didn't give a damn!
By the time I got out of the car, both attendants were standing outside the entry booth so, as I got out with my dress in my arms and walked, naked, towards the elevator, I turned to face them, spread my arms as wide as I could and faced directly at them.
"You boys work hard every day so I think you deserve a little something extra."
I then sidestepped all the way to the elevator while dramatically displaying every intimate facet of my body. I knew that this was not the first unusual action that I had engaged in since leaving Mary's mansion. My left hand was coated with my cunt juice. I had fisted myself all the way to the motel! Psychologically, I knew that something within my body and mental system had been altered this day. Like a horse that has just been broken to the saddle; I was ready to be ridden! I had become a CUNT!
I went to our room without encountering anyone else. I threw my rumpled dress onto the bed and took a quick shower. Then, as I dried off, I just barely had enough will power to stop using the rough towel to continuously rub my cunt lips. I debated about what I should wear to cover my body until Mike returned. Then, like a bolt out of the blue, I knew!
I put on a pair of thigh-high stockings - black mesh - and a pair of the sexiest high-heeled shoes I owned and nothing else!