Acquisition 6/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Bess allowed Pam some time to herself in her 'own' room before she had to leave to pick up her kids.

From Bess' standpoint it had been a wonderful day. Pam was really becoming reliant on her. Pam would do 'almost' anything for her now. Bess knew that if she manipulated Pam properly that the 'almost' could be eliminated. She needed to be patient and soon Pam would be her 'possession.' Bess also realized that having such a possession was a lot of work and responsibility for her. But she was willing to take that responsibility, because she knew that the rewards would be so thrilling and satisfying.

The next day was a workout day and the end of the week. Following the exercise session Bess took Pam's measurements. A few more pounds were lost and the waist and hips also were reduced by half an inch each. The was no change in the bust measurement.

During the workout Bess took every opportunity to touch and fondle Pam. The overtly sexual caresses were not so much for her own benefit, but more to keep Pam on a sexual edge. Make her aware of her physical self and her sexuality. By all accounts Bess was successful, as Pam's nipples stayed erect and on several occasions, when the exercise required Pam to spread her legs, an odor and wetness were evident.

After the measurements were done Bess said, "I have another idea about firming up your tits, Pam."

A look of pure terror flashed in Pam's eyes. She remembered the pain of the previous tit torture Bess had inflicted on her in the name of "firming her up."

Seeing the look, Bess laughed, "Don't worry pet. Not like the other day. My idea will be uncomfortable, but it won't hurt. Let's go take our shower and I'll show you."

Pam looked at the paddle sitting on the table. It hadn't been used today.

Bess laughed again, "Not today, Pam. You are starting to enjoy that too much. It is punishment, after all." Pam actually looked a little disappointed.

The women took their shower with an easy familiarity. They washed and dried each other's bodies intimately.

Once dry, Bess said, "Go get your shoes from your room and meet me downstairs." Pam padded happily to her room. Bess got dressed and when down the stairs. Pam was taking her time in her room. She really loves that room, Bess thought. I think we should make it a really special place for her. Once downstairs, Bess called up to Pam, "Get your ass down here Pam, but be careful on the stairs, I don't want you falling down." Bess heard Pam's door open and close. She looked up when she heard the click of the high heels on the stairs. Pam very carefully descended. She held herself erect for balance. Bess thought she looked almost regal as she slowly came down the stairs. She looked like a naked dream. Her body was really improving. Once again, Bess wished she could be a man and really "have" her friend. Well she thought there was 'have' and there was 'possess.'

In the living room the women faced each other. Bess dressed, and Pam naked, the roles of the two women had become well defined. Bess said, "The heels make you stand up straighter and keep your legs and ass flexed. But to help your upper body we need to pull your breasts up. That's what I was trying to do the other day." Pam flinched as she remembered the pain. "So my new idea is to help you with your posture. Pam, you tend to hunch your shoulders and hide your curves. Probably because you have always been taught to be ashamed of yourself and because of your poor self concept. But after the last three weeks you know how wonderful a fit and attractive body can be. So we need to re-train years of poor posture. It will help you firm up."

Bess held up a short web belt like that used to strap books together. "Turn around, pull your shoulders back and stick your chest out. Pam looked unsure but immediately complied with the order. Bess grasped Pam's arms and pulled them behind her. Then she looped the belt around Pam's arms above her elbows and pulled it tight. Pam's arms were trapped behind her body. Her arms were held straight, hands resting on her buttocks. Bess pulled the belt tighter forcing Pam's elbows to touch behind her.

"Owwww," Pam cried out.

"Quiet, you baby! It doesn't hurt and your muscles will get used to that position soon enough."

Bess placed her hand on the back of Pam's neck and steered her over to a large mirror that hung above a table of knickknacks. "See what a difference good posture makes? Lift your head up. Keep your neck straight. I'm going to train you to keep your shoulders back and stand straight. It's healthier and makes you look and feel better. Look in the mirror, Pam."

Pam looked and saw her shoulders pulled back so far that their roundness disappeared behind her. Her breasts were pulled up and out. They did seem to sit higher. But with her shoulders pulled back to the extreme they didn't stick out forward, but pointed slightly to each side. The gap between the tits was extra wide. Bess stood behind her and said, "Yes, I think that this will work." She reached around Pam and cupped the older women's tits. She pushed them together so they pointed forward. "Yes! good posture will firm you up." She release Pam's tits and watched them bounce back to their cock-eyed position. Let's leave the strap on for a while. Walk around the house in the heels. It will help train your posture. Bess sat on the couch watching her neighbor circle the room. After 15 minutes or so Bess released Pam's arms and noticed that her neighbor did stand straighter.

"Time for you to go my pet. Tomorrow you can do a little cleaning for me. Then spend most of your time enjoying 'your room'."

That evening Bill Henderson noticed that his wife seemed different. He had been noticing some changes in her over the past several weeks. The diet and exercising with their neighbor Bess really seemed to be improving her attitude, energy level and look. He didn't think of his wife much as a sexual person. They had their once a week uninspired love making. He thought of Pam much the same way everyone else did, as a mother and pre-school teacher. Of course Bill didn't think of himself as much of a stud either. He was just an average guy. He was just trying to get through life. He didn't understand passion. In fact, he would probably be frightened to death if he was ever faced with a real emotionally charged situation, much less relationship. That's why he was so comfortable with Pam. That's what defined their life together. They were an average comfortable couple. Sure they loved each other, but it was a steady, what do we need to do today, kind of love. Their relationship was not a passionate, "damn the torpedo's, full speed ahead", love affair. He had just never seen Pam as a very lusty person or himself for that matter. But on the other hand, maybe he should make love to her tonight. That's the way he thought of it, as him making love to her. That was TO her, not WITH her. Sex was never the two of them making love together, much less as screwing each other for the fun and thrill of it.

That night Bill did roll over onto his wife. He was more excited than usual and assumed that Pam was as well. His penis slid with ease into her warm and wetter than usual hole. He grunted above his wife for a few minutes and unleashed his cum into her. Pam didn't have an orgasm. She usually only 'finished' about 50% of the time. It had never bothered her much in the past, but tonight with all of the stimulation she had endured over the past few days, her body screamed out for release. But being the dutiful wife, in her marriage bed, she snuggled up to Bill and didn't say anything. Soon his snoring started, leaving her frustrated and annoyed.

The next day it was after dinner before Pam could get back to Bess' house. She was anxious to be with her friend and spend some time in 'her' room.

After she stripped at the back door, Bess immediately had Pam put on her heels and then clean up the kitchen from the meals that Bess had eaten during the day. Following that chore Bess "cinched" Pam's arms and made her walk around the living room flexing her ass and thrusting her tits out. Much to Pam's delight Bess would smack her hard on the ass, with her hand, when she walked near the couch where Bess was sitting, watching a sex video and rubbing her pussy through her pants.

After about twenty minutes of what Bess began calling, "naked housewife on parade", she said, "lets go up to your room Pam."

Once in the room Bess bluntly asked Pam if "Bill had screwed her last night." Pam didn't answer, but blushed and looked at the floor.

"You can't hide anything from me Pam, I can tell he did, so say it!"

"Yes Bess, Bill made love to me last night."

"Did you have an orgasm Pam?"

Again no answer, but Pam's shoulders slumped in resignation.

"You are so transparent, Pam. Since you didn't cum, you shouldn't really call it "making love." All Bill did was screw you. He fucked you Pam and you didn't even get-off. That's not making love, that's just Bill being a selfish asshole. Just the way my ex-husband used to do me."

Bess hugged Pam and continued now with a loving voice, "We have to take care of each other Pam. I'm horny and since you at least had some sex last night I want you to wear that harness again and hold me like you did the other day. That's the least you could do for me."

Soon Pam was laying on her back on the black satin, the pliable rubber cock jutting up from between her legs. Today Bess had Pam watch as she lovingly rubbed lubricant over 'Pam's' cock. Then she stripped off her clothes and told Pam to look at her as she held her own labia apart. Then she slowly sat on Pam and impaled herself. Bess knew that Pam couldn't tear her eyes away from her pussy as the cock slowly disappeared.

Like the other day she leaned forward to be held by the housewife, as she slowly rocked her pelvis.

"Ohh, that feels good Pam. I love it. I love you. Pam move your hips some to help get me off."

Pam's mind raced. It was one thing to hold her friend and cuddle her, but quite another to take an active role in... in... screwing her. That was the only word she could think of.

Pam didn't move as Bess began to make larger movements with her hips.

"Come on Pam help me... Do it, I need it."

Still no reaction from Pam, so finally Bess grabbed Pam around the shoulders and rolled her over on top of her. In this position Bess was able to wrap her legs around Pam's waist. "Come on Pam move your hips." Bess began kicking Pam's ass with her heels.

The shocked housewife in almost an automatic response thrust her hips forward.

Feeling the rubber cock drive into her Bess, hissed, "Yesssssss, like that!! Again Pam, again."

Pam's sex life had consisted of lying on her back while Bill thrust into her. Neither Mr. or Mrs. Henderson had used any imagination in their love making. Pam did rock slightly on top of Bess, when prompted by the heels kicking her ass. But Pam really didn't know how to go about doing what was being asked of her by her friend.

Bess finally reached a small and entirely unacceptable orgasm. She held Pam for a few moments then harshly said, "I am not accepting this, Pam. You will do better. And I don't want any crap from you. Get up off the bed."

Pam stood up, forgetting that Bess was still connected to her. The smack of the fake cock hitting her upper thigh reminded her when it popped free from Bess' pussy.

"Pam take off that thong harness then 'assume the position' over the arm of the couch. I'm going to punish you."

Pam eagerly complied. This was familiar territory for her. Unlike the activity that had just taken place on the bed. And as much as she hated to admit it to herself, she enjoyed Bess' spankings. After all she deserved them, didn't she.

The harness and cock hit the floor. Pam draped herself over the satin arm of the couch, looking back expectantly at her friend.

Bess looked around the room and spied the plastic hair brush on the vanity. She grabbed it and approached Pam with a wicked smile on her face.

Spanking seemed to make Pam hot, well Bess would give her a spanking, then she would show her how to fuck.

Bess began to hit Pam's ass using hard short strokes. As she got a rhythm she began to lengthen the swing. The popping sound echoed off the bedrooms walls. Soon Pam's cries also could be heard. But Bess didn't stop. Again and again the hair brush fell on the tender flesh. It turned red. Bess could see Pam squirms and saw her tits ripple as the impact traveled up the body. Pam was crying openly. A few dark spots, where some bruising occurred, showed on the ass that quivered in anticipation of more blows. And Bess could tell that Pam was turned on. Her brown nipples were hard and her pussy was wet.

Bess dropped the brush and grabbing Pam by her shoulder length hair, pulled her to the bed.

"On your back, bitch," growled Bess as she put the harness on herself for the first time. She squirted some lubricant on the cock, then kneeled on the bed. Bess roughly pushed Pam's shapely legs apart. The movement caused sharp pain on Pam's bruised ass, so she lifted her hips to relieve the pressure and ease the pain.

Bess took the lifting of Pam's hips as an invitation, "You really want it don't you, you slut?"

"No... No... I was... it hurts... " But Pam felt a thrill. A new thrill of humiliation by being called such a dirty name by her friend. It was a terrible name... Not her... she was a wife and mother... But she kept her pelvis lifted off the bed. Kept her legs spread... It wasn't just the pain. It was something else. It was weeks of foreplay by Bess. She was excited. Deep in her soul... in a place that was not even in her consciousness... she wanted this...

Bess leaned forward rubbing the cock up and down the slit of her friend... of her possession... then finding the opening, she nestled the spongy rubber head into place. Finally she let the length slide easily into Pam.

"Pam, I'm going to show you how to fuck. Feel this and remember. This is what I'm going to want you to do later."

Bess took hold of Pam's hips and slowly began to withdraw the phallus. After it was two thirds out she slowly ran it back into Pam's virginal cunt. "I'll bet this is about the same as Bill, just the old in/out. Let me show you how good this can really feel, Pam. LET GO and enjoy a real fucking for a change."

"I shouldn't... I... No... Ohhh... ohh... yessss... I feel it... yess... ohhh... "

Pam was lost too the sensation. All thoughts of Bill, the girls... everything disappeared, as Bess added a circular motion to the slow thrusting of her slim hips.

"So this was what it felt like to be a man," thought Bess. It wasn't just sex, it was power... To have someone squirming under you while you pounded into them. To dominate, the act of penetrating, of stabbing into someone, that was what it was about. Bess enjoyed this feeling of superiority. She would never let Pam go. She wanted to hold herself above this woman forever. She would crush this beautiful flower with her sexual power. The power of her strong body. And what was so ironic, Pam wanted to be dominated. Bess could tell by the way the middle-aged wife whimpered under her. "Too bad I don't have nerve endings in this fake cock. I'd love to know what Pam's buttery wet cunt feels like," Bess thought.

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Bess was relentless. She drove her groin into Pam's over and over. Then she would withdraw the rubber cock halfway from Pam's clasping cunt and rotate. Then back again to a hard thrusting motion. At first Pam laid there fairly still, but the combination of the dildo thrusting into her and the pain that still emanated from her bruised ass caused her to begin tilting her pelvis in time to Bess' thrusts.

Bess leaned forward and hissed into Pam's ear, "Wrap your legs around me."

And Pam did, responding immediately to Bess' order . It caused two things to happen. First Pam immediately felt relief from her punished ass as the most bruised parts came off the mattress. Then she felt the rubber phallus stab into her deeper than before. Her stomach tightened and felt an orgasm begin to spread from her groin.

"Ohh. I'm finishing Bess... Ohh."

Beth laughed, "That's only a little orgasm, Pam. Is that all you get from Bill? I've only been doing you for a couple of minutes. You poor thing. Is that all that your sorry ass husband has done for you? No, love, that's not an orgasm, that is just prelude. I'll bet Bill finishes his thing after only a few minutes. By now Bill is probably breathing hard and can't keep going. Bess, I'm just starting... I can do this all day."

Pam had to agree with her neighbor. She would never say anything bad about her husband but Bess was right. After a couple a minutes Bill would squirt his seed into her and then collapse, panting and sweating from the two minute workout.

"Pam, relax, lock your legs behind my back. Play with your tits and close your eyes, we have a long time before you find out what a real fucking orgasm is."

Pam cupped her breasts with her hands and relaxed back onto the mattress. The friction from the continuing stroking of Bess' fake phallus into her cunt and the rubbing of Bess' groin on her clit created a new sensation. Pam felt like she was floating up from the bottom of a deep pit. And suddenly she realized that something wonderful would happen when she finally made it to the top.

Bess continued to vary her motion. And Pam began to slowly build in a way that she had never felt before. She ran her hands in delicate circles over her own breasts. They were becoming hypersensitive. She built and built, while Bess stroked and stroked. This went on for two more minutes, then 5, then 8. Finally, after twelve minutes of continuous stroking, Pam emerged from the dark pit into the light. Her entire being was feeling nothing but the friction between her legs. Her eyes were tightly closed but she could see flashes of light, her limbs began to spasm uncontrollably and she had a mind numbing, intense, gut wrenching orgasm. It was a feeling that she had never had, she could hear her own screams of pleasure as her mind became clouded to everything except that pleasure. Oh God, the pleasure was indescribable. Oh God, she never knew she could have such feelings, so much intensity.

Pam quivered and quaked. Bess finally stopped and held her neighbor. Held her tightly, held her tenderly in a way she was sure that Pam's oaf of a husband never had. She actually leaned forward and gently kissed the tears from Pam's cheeks. She didn't rush to withdraw her "cock". She left it nestled in Pam's silky folds, waiting until her neighbor was completely relaxed. Waiting for Pam to finish basking in the afterglow of the most intense sexual feelings of her life.

"Don't say anything, Pam. I know you enjoyed that. Remember, it's just between us. No guilt. No blame. In fact you should be blaming Bill for wasting so many years of your life."

Pam didn't say anything. She just turned her head into her pillow as Bess gently slid the dildo from that wonderful snatch. Giving Pam one last caress, Bess stood. Then, as she passed the vanity, as she quietly slipped from the room, she hit the play button on the TV. Sounds of a video taped orgy filled Pam's room. Closing the door behind her she heard Pam's bed creak as the housewife rolled towards the TV. Despite the guilt Pam felt, she wanted to see hard cocks and gaping pussies. Bess smiled as she removed the harness in her own room. Pam was changing.

The next few days continued the pattern. Workout day, then housework day. On housework day Pam would be required to play "naked housewife on parade" before she got to spend time in her room. Bess pulled the strap on her arms tighter each time, and soon added a second strap to Pam's arms. This strap near Pam's wrists gave Bess a place to easily hold so she could pull Pam around the house.

One afternoon four days after the memorable dildo fuck Pam was resting in her room enjoying the solitude. She knew that she would have to go home in about 45 minutes to make her family dinner. Today she had decided to put on the beautiful negligee that Bess had given her. She lay on the black satin bed cover and listened to some soft jazz music. Her eyes were closes and she was feeling very relaxed.

In her bedroom Bess was attaching another dildo on the second mounting screw of the harness. Bess had gone back to the seedy adult store that morning while Pam was at pre-school. She had bought a slightly larger rubber penis. This was an inch or two longer than the six inch model she had purchased earlier. It was also thicker. With a dildo attached to each side of the vinyl harness Bess squatted slightly and after putting some KY jelly on the smaller cock, slipped it into herself. "I may as well get some enjoyment out of what I am about to do," she thought. Bess tied the straps of the harness. Securing it. She looked in the mirror. You couldn't tell that Bess had a phallus imbedded inside of herself. The harness and larger dildo looked just like it usually did. Bess didn't think that Pam would notice that a different dildo jutted out from her groin, but Pam would feel the difference when it was inside of her.

Bess wrapped a bathrobe around her slim naked body. She folded her hands in front of her groin to hide the bulge under her robe. Then she slowly walked down the hall to Pam's room. Walking was difficult with the rubber tube in her belly. She would have to have Pam try this next time she ordered "naked housewife on parade."

Bess opened the door to Pam's room without knocking. There she was, white silk on black background. Dark nipples and dark triangle visible through the diaphanous material. She looked virginal and vulnerable, but also very erotic. How one woman could elicit such contrary images was amazing to Bess.

Pam heard the door open. She looked up at Bess and smiled. Bess placed a finger to her lips indicating that she didn't want any talking. She smiled down on Pam. Bess opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. Leaning against the door frame Bess slowly ran the fingers of one hand up and down the length of the fake cock hanging between her legs. Pam watched the movement... and then... and then... reached for the hem of the negligee and pulled it up to her waist. As Bess walked towards the bed, Pam opened her legs in invitation.

Pam walked home on rubbery legs almost an hour after Bess had entered her room, but she felt a satisfaction that she had never known. She hoped that Bill would make love to her tonight, and maybe he would last for more than a few minutes.
