Acquisition 15/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Pam turned back to the car, hiding her breasts and brown pubic triangle from the eyes of the cheering men. As she began to scrub the car with the soapy sponge, the wet white nylon shorts Pam was wearing rode up into the crack of her ass, revealing her tight buttocks and dark crevice in all of their glory.

"Nice ass."

"Look at that that thing swing."

"I'd like to grab two hands-full of that," were the comments a mortified Pam could hear from the dirty old men.

As she scrubbed the hood of the car, the tee-shirt, which was long, slipped down and covered her butt. The two layers of cloth shirt and shorts obscured the view of the men and they protested to Bess. The tee-shirt was so long that it became a dress that reached below the hem of Pam's shorts.

Pam was glad to have the extra cover on her body and pulled the tee- shirt down even further.

"Pet, it looks like that long shirt is in your way, let me fix it." Bess walked into the garage and came back out with a pair of flower shears. She walked over to Pam and stood her up straight still facing away. Reaching down to the bottom of the tee-shirt Bess used the shears to slit the shirt from the bottom to the middle of Pam's back. Bess dropped the shears and grasping the opening of the torn shirt she used her strength to rip the shirt completely around Pam's torso. The old, thin material easily parted. Pam was left with the top half of the tee-shirt still intact. Bess was left holding a long wide strip of wet white cloth that had been the bottom of the shirt. Bess casually tossed the material she held into the pile of rags. Grasping Pam's shoulders she spun the housewife around to check her handiwork.

Cheers went up from the three men when Pam faced them. The tee-shirt was once again stuck to Pam's flesh, revealing the dark red nipples and perfect shape of her pendulous breasts. But more exciting was where the shirt now ended. The torn bottom edge of the shirt fell just under her red areola. The lower third of her tits hung out from under the torn tee-shirt. This part of her pale white tit skin reflected the bright sunlight. They looked like two fleshy crescents dropping into view.

Bess appreciated the exposure of Pam's breasts, but what caught her eye was how flat Pam's stomach had become. There was even the beginning of some ripples as her stomach muscles developed. Not enough to be masculine looking, in fact the hard stomach added to Pam's growing sensuality.

"Oh, Pet, I hadn't noticed before because I always see you completely naked, but you are starting to look very good. Look at your stomach."

The humiliation of being exposed in Bess' driveway was momentarily forgotten as Pam looked down and ran her hands over her smooth abdomen.

Then the men started making more crude comments and Pam wanted to run and hide.

"Hurry and finish the car, Pet, then we can go inside."

Bess sat back down in her chair and watched with appreciation as the very exposed Pam went back to work.

Pam made quick work of the car, working so fast that her tits often fell below the ragged tee-shirt. The old men voiced their appreciation at each flash of nipple. At one point a car came down the quiet street and Pam moved behind the car to hide herself from the passers by.

Bess worked the hose and rinsed off the car. Making sure to douse Pam and keep the thin material wet and all of her charms exposed.

Finally Bess stood and walked back to Pam. "Well, it looks like you're done, Pet. But you have gotten a little dirty and sweaty, let me clean you off." Bess took the soapy sponge from Pam and squeezed some soap out onto Pam's flat stomach. Then she rubbed the course sponge up under the tee-shirt leaving a trail of suds on the rounded flesh. The tee-shirt ended up around Pam's neck and bubbles ran down her pointed tits falling gently onto the drive. Rivulets of water and soap ran down the underside of Pam's tits across her stomach and under the waist band of her shorts. The soapy water appeared from under the shorts and continued down her shapely thighs and calves. Pam's sensitive nipples responded to the circular motion of the sponge and, despite the humiliating circumstances, Pam felt herself becoming aroused. Bess let the sponge travel down. Pulling her waist band out with one hand, Bess ran the sponge down into Pam's crotch with the other. When it made contact with her sensitive clit Pam moaned and closed her eyes. Blocking out the sight of the leering old men.

Bess withdrew the sponge from Pam's pants and let the waistband slap back into place.

"Well, Pet, now you're clean, but you are still all soapy. Put your hands at your sides and stand against the car."

Pam followed the instructions. Then Bess motioned Clyde Odom out of the car. He quickly exited the convertible. Bess handed him the hose and said, "Do you want to hose her off?"

The other two men started chanting, "Hose her down, Hose her down."

Clyde, standing only a few feet from Pam, placed his thumb over the end of the hose and directed a stream of water onto Pam's tee-shirt. The force of the water pushed the material up over Pam's tits and it bunched around her neck. With careful precision he directed the hard stream onto one of the red nipples. Pam moaned out loud as the pressure pushed against the nipples dimpling her flesh. Odom crossed her chest with the water stream. Then with a small circular motion, teased her other nipple. The remaining soap suds washed down Pam's body. Then the hard stream moved down her body slapping against the white nylon of Pam's shorts. The water hit the housewife right in the middle of her brown pubic triangle that was clearly visible through the wet and transparent material.

Because Pam's clit was so sensitive, the machine gun like beating of the water, sent electric shocks through her cunt. The fact that she was standing in Bess' front yard, being watched by three nasty old men with her tits exposed was forgotten. Pam's world closed down to the feelings created by the water pounding against her pussy. She closed her eyes and sagged against the car. He legs became weak as she felt a fluttering in her belly. Pam slowly slid down the side of the car. Finally stopping when her ass rested on her heels. Clyde followed his dark target as it slipped down. With her head lolling to one side, Pam unconsciously let her knees fall apart, completely exposing her pussy. And giving the water a large target to hit. The white shorts were actually pressed into the inside of Pam's engorged cunt lips by the water pressure. Odom was relentless and stepping forward held the end of the hose only a few inches from the housewife's now spasming vagina. As her orgasm rolled over her Clyde stepped back so his friends could see the sexy woman cumming.

With the hose finally off of her, Pam opened her eyes and felt a rush of shame as the men began teasing her about "getting hosed."

Bess stepped forward. "OK gentlemen, the show is over. But I'll tell you what. If you all dry my car Mrs. Henderson will be on my patio on Monday afternoon. No more shows until then, if you get to work."

Bess raised Pam to her feet and pulled the tee-shirt back into place, covering her possession as much as possible. Leading the housewife to the garage Bess, laughed at the three old men as they scurried to dry off the car. She could hear Odom saying, "See? Didn't I tell you guys about that big titted bitch?"

Once inside, Bess dried Pam and went over her instructions for tomorrow's slumber party. The list included what Pam was to buy for dinner and snacks. Finally, at the back door, Bess told Pam that tomorrow when the girls were around that Pam didn't have to call her 'Miss Bess'."

Odom and his cronies were still drying Bess' car so Pam was able to get dressed on the patio without embarrassment.

That evening Pam spent a quiet and normal evening with her girls. They all were looking forward to the weekend. The girls, because of the slumber party on Friday and spending Saturday and Sunday with friends. Pam, because of the slumber party and the evening out with Bess on Saturday.

On Friday after school Pam bought all of the required food for the night. Then she picked up the girls at school. Once at home they got out blankets and pillows so the girls could sleep on the living room floor. Then Pam and the girls picked up the two friends that would be spending the night with them. The four young girls and Pam were back at the house by 5:30. At 6:00 Bess knocked on Pam's back door and entered carrying a bag of snacks and a small overnight bag.

The slumber party had officially begun.

The two women and four girls had a great early evening. They watched music videos and the girls showed Bess and Pam the newest dances the young teenagers thought were "cool." Bess and Pam had a great time. Bess indulged with the girls in all of the snacks that Pam had bought. Pam, of course didn't have anything except diet soda and a salad. Every time she would reach for some fattening snack food, Bess would give her a disapproving glare.

The girls got out make-up and some of Pam's clothes. They had fun playing "dress up." Bess and Pam enjoyed playing with the girls and showing them how to put on make-up and dressing in "grown-up" clothes. Then Bess suggested that the girls do each others hair. Rollers, combs, pins, hairspray and brushes littered the living room floor as a variety of hair styles were tried on each of the young girls. Everyone laughed hard as the hairdos on the girls got wilder and more outlandish.

At one point Bess suggested that the girls do Pam's hair. The housewife sat good-naturedly as the girls combed, teased, and sprayed her shoulder length brown hair. Finally Bess suggested to the girls that Pam would look great as a blonde. She manipulated Pam's daughters into telling their Mom that she ought to change her hair color. Pam was aghast at the suggestion. She just couldn't see herself as a blonde and was frightened about what such a change would make her look like. She whispered to Bess that she couldn't change her hair color because of Bill. Bess simply reminded her that it was her own daughters suggestion and that would take care of any questions that Bill might have. In a commanding voice, she also whispered in Pam's ear that "I want you to be a blonde, PET." Then, allying herself with the four girls, Bess kept the pressure on Pam. Her own daughters were pleading with their mom to color her hair, laughing about what fun they were having and that it would be "neat" for the girls to see how it was done. Pam began to waiver in her objection. Finally, it took Bess again quietly "ordering" Pam before the housewife and mother relented. The girls all clapped and cheered. Pam's oldest daughter said, "I'll bet Dad will really like it, Mom."

Soon Pam, Bess and the girls found themselves in the bathroom, with Pam's head hanging over the side of the bathtub. The hair color chemicals, conveniently brought by Bess, being applied to Pam's head. During the color setting time everyone talked excitedly about how Pam would look as a blonde. Even Pam began to get excited about seeing what she would look like when the plastic cap was removed from her head.

Soon Bess was removing the chemicals from Pam's hair. When the girls all took turns blow drying Pam's hair they were pleasantly surprised at the difference blonde hair made on the housewife. "Oh, Mom you look cool," exclaimed the girls. It was clear that the blond hair only added to Pam's new found sensuality and Bess was very excited about the results. Jake was right Pam did look sexy as hell as a blonde. She also looked more youthful.

The home color job was not very professional, but it gave Bess a good idea about how attractive her neighbor was becoming. After the girls were gone tomorrow, Bess decided that she would take Pam to a professional stylist. She would get the amateurish dye job evened out and Pam's hair cut and shaped. The girls would never know the difference. Looking at Pam, Bess knew that her "belonging" was an exciting creature. She was looking forward to the attention Pam and she would get over the rest of the weekend.

After several more childish slumber party games the girls bedded down on the living room floor in sleeping bags and on blankets. Pam and Bess went upstairs. Bess did not even make a pretense of going to an empty bedroom. She followed Pam directly into the master bedroom. The bedroom that Pam shared with her husband.

Bess closed and locked the door. "Pam, sit at your vanity. I want to brush out your hair."

Pam sat as instructed, but Bess told her to remove her clothes. Pam quickly shucked the sweatshirt and baggy jeans that she had been wearing. Bess was pleased to note that Pam didn't have any underclothes on. "I'm proud of you remembering not to wear a bra and panties, Pet. Now let me brush your "new" hair. Just look at yourself. The one thing you have going for you is this beautiful body. Not much else, Pet, so you need to make the most of what you have." Bess had become an expert at making Pam think of herself as an object. Her "object."

Pam sat naked, looking at herself in the mirror, as Bess brushed the blonde hair. It was a bit dry from the coloring and needed conditioning. Well, they would take care of that tomorrow morning, Bess thought to herself.

After brushing Pam's hair, Bess told her to lay on the bed. Bess stood at the foot of the bed and slowly removed her own clothes. Then while Pam watched Bess got the panty harness and double dildos from her overnight bag. Pam watched intently as Bess lubricated the smaller dildo and inserted it into herself. Pam even moaned slightly as she witnessed the flesh colored cock slide into her friend.

Tying the panties in place, Bess looked down at her friend. The 8 inch dildo jutted out from her groin. Bess slowly rubbed a few dollops of KY jelly onto the rubber cock, making it shine in the dim light. "Look what I have for you, Pet. Which side of the bed does Bill sleep on? Tonight I'm going to give you more pleasure in your marriage bed than you have ever had. Tonight you are truly married to me. You're mine, Pet."

Pam shuddered and indicated Bill's side of the bed. Then she rolled onto her side and crooked her knee. Bess could see her red clit poking out from between the inner labia. She could also see moisture forming at the mouth of Pam's cunt.

"Oh, Pet, you are such a beautiful little slut."

Pam shuddered at the term, but was only thinking of how good Bess' small hard body would feel between her legs. Driving the dildo in and out tirelessly.

Sometime during the night Pam woke to giggles from the living room. She had to lift herself off of 4 inches of the dildo that was still buried in her cunt. Bess was snuggled behind her spoon fashion. Pam remembered that after what seemed like several hours of non-stop fucking Bess had been driving into her in what Bess called "doggy style." They had fallen asleep in that position. Bess holding onto her from behind. After slipping the dildo all the way out, Pam put on a bathrobe and went down to the living room to quiet the girls.

Back in the bedroom Bess was snoring softly. As Pam re-locked the door and slipped off the bathrobe, Bess opened an eye. Sleepily she unscrewed the dildo and handed it to Pam. "Pet, sleep with this in you, if you can." Pam laid back down next to Bess and raising her knees to her chest slowly stuck the dildo into herself. "That's a good girl, I love you Pet." Bess rolled over and drifted back off the sleep. Pam finally fell asleep 30 minutes later. Only after she had masturbated herself to another orgasm.

****

On Saturday morning everyone in the house was up by 8:00 AM. Even after the long night of sex in the master bedroom and the long night of silliness on the living room floor, the house was up fairly early.

Pam was up and wrapped in her robe before Bess stirred. She took the dildo out of herself slowly. It was stuck inside of her from dried secretions of her own orgasms. She was very gentle since she didn't want to bruise her delicate tissues. After getting the 8 inch rubber cock free, she went downstairs to fix the kids' breakfast. All the girls were still commenting on her blond hair as they sat around the kitchen table eating pancakes.

Bess trudged sleepily into the kitchen and asked Pam for some coffee, which Pam quickly served. Then the girls were off to shower and get dressed. The mother of one of the guests was going to pick up all the girls at 9:30 to continue the weekend. The girls were talking excitedly about going to an arcade in the afternoon and a movie that night.

Bess continued being a "hit" with the girls when she gave each of Pam's daughters a twenty dollar bill to spend during the day. Pam was about to object, but Bess unobtrusively waved her off. Pam's daughters each gushed over the gift and gave "Aunt Bess" a big hug. Bess had encouraged the girls to call her "Aunt Bess" the night before. She knew that Pam's daughters could be useful in the housewife's manipulation. Besides, Bess really liked the girls, sort of the children she never had and was unlikely to ever have.

Soon a mini-van was honking in the driveway. Pam and Bess stood in the doorway and waved as the youngsters climbed in the van with their overnight cases. The girls were going to church with the family on Sunday, so Pam wouldn't see her family until mid-afternoon of the next day. Bess and Pam would be together until the girls and Bill were due back from their respective outings. This was the first time Pam would be away from some relative since having kids. She felt giddy at the simple freedom of not having to worry about her husband or kids.

Bess shut the door and turned to Pam. "Pet, we are going to have so much fun. You go get in the shower, I'm going back to my house. I'll drive back so we can go from here."

As Pam took a leisurely shower Bess cut across the yards to her house, (waving to Mr. Odom as she went) picked up a bag that she had pre-packed the afternoon before, and drove her nice clean car around the block to Pam's. Entering the front door Bess quickly ran up the stairs, slipped off her clothes and joined Pam in the shower before the housewife was finished.

The two women soaped each other with a practiced familiarity. Finally drying each other with plush towels, they stood naked in Pam's bedroom.

Pam literally stood waiting for Bess' command. Bess looked at Pam with an appraising eye. Flat stomach, roughly trimmed brown pubes, full flared hips wide from childbirth, dark red nipples on her now only slightly sagging pendulous breasts, topped off with a pretty face and blond hair. Bess thought that Pam looked like she was made for one purpose. To arouse men (and women). Very simply, standing naked in a bedroom, Pam was now built to fuck.

Bess told Pam to get dressed in something comfortable. Jeans and a sweatshirt would be fine. No bra or panties and no make-up. Bess pulled Pam's high heels out of the packed bag and handed them to Pam. Bess dressed in a similar fashion except for the high heels. Then they were off in Bess' car for the morning. Bess had reserved some time at one of the new full-treatment beauty saloons for both of them.

At the salon, Bess had set up both of them for an entire full-body treatment. Starting out with the two of them stripping down and getting onto tanning beds naked for 15 minutes. The heat from the lamps relaxed Pam and covered her in a sheen of sweat. From there they went to a sauna, followed by a dip in a cool whirlpool. Afterwards they each had a deep muscle massage from a Swedish woman who had to weigh 250 pounds. Pam had never been so pampered and exhausted from doing nothing.

After the massage, both women were taken to a back room where a technician applied a bikini wax. Bess made sure that the instructions were for Pam's wax to reduce her brown pubic hair to only a small triangle that pointed directly at her red tipped clit that still poked out from behind its hood. The technician even commented about how prominent Pam's clit was. But the housewife was still unaware of the chemical treatment that Bess had given her most sensitive spot. Pam's labia where completely uncovered and the wife and mother could feel the air on her most private parts. She was embarrassed by the familiarity that the female technician showed as she applied the hot wax with what looked like a tongue depressor, but at least Pam controlled herself. The initial arousal she felt was soon replaced by the agony of having her pubic hair pulled from her sensitive skin by the hardened wax.

Bess' bikini wax was not nearly as complete as Pam's. She only had the hair on her upper thighs removed. Following the bikini wax the women donned robes and went to get their hair styled. As before Bess took control of the hair cut and styling for both herself and Pam.

Bess had her hair washed, trimmed to even it off and simply styled. Pam on the other hand had her hair washed and re-colored. The shade was even lighter than the home coloring done the night before. Pam was tired and actually slept as her hair was washed with warm water, cut and dried. The professionals at the salon were able to make the color uniform and condition the hair so it would be silky and shiny. They also cut several inches from the shoulder length hair and styled it in an elegant cut that did not reach Pam's shoulders, but framed her pretty face. After the hair styling the women were escorted to an area of the salon for a makeover.

Pam had never felt so pampered in her life. She felt wonderful and beautiful. The make up that Bess had selected for Pam would make her look more sophisticated and sultry than she had ever looked. She was being transformed from a mousy housewife into a siren whose song would attract the most jaded and worldly of men. One look at the new Pam, would get the blood stirring in any limp cock. Cocks that would have not noticed her several short months ago would now throb for Bill Henderson's wife.

Once the makeover was complete Pam and Bess got dressed and headed back to Pam's house. It was mid-afternoon when the two women reached Pam's bedroom. Bess had her Pet disrobe and, with a few hours until dinner, Bess enjoyed toying with the housewife's body. Just a caress here and a pinch there, nothing that would mess up the face that was perfectly made up. Bess was intrigued by the way the salon had made up Pam. Particularly her lips. The shade of red matched Pam's nipples and her lips were made to look full and pouting by an outline of darker lip gloss. Bess had Pam sit on her bed and helped her apply glue-on fingernails. Pam normally kept her fingernails trimmed short and coated in clear polish, a necessity when doing housework and working with pre-schoolers. Bess had Pam paint her toe-nails and finger-nails with a dark red gloss enamel. Bess enjoyed watching Pam as she bent her long shapely leg over her knee to reach her toe-nails with the brush. This opened up her almost hairless vagina to Bess' gaze. Bess found it hard to control herself, it was all the woman could do to keep herself from sinking a finger into the buttery cunt so lasciviously exposed.

The time finally came for the women to dress for dinner. Bess dressed first, putting on white panties, a simple light colored dress and white sandals. Then she helped Pam dress. Pam had difficulty with the snaps and buttons because she was unused to the long finger-nails. So Bess placed each article lovingly on her Pet. Black thong panties, black elastic top thigh high stockings, the white sheer blouse, a black mini-skirt and 4 inch heels with ankle straps. Brassieres for both women were left in the bedroom.

Bess placed extra make-up and her wallet into her hand-bag. She told Pam not to bring a purse. Bess as usual would take care of all Pam's needs. Pam's only responsibility was to look beautiful, "After all, that is your only real talent."

Pam now walked with ease in her high heels. Her unrestrained tits bounced in the most tantalizing way as the two women walked to the car. Bess, of course, drove and they were soon parking at Jake's restaurant. Since it was Saturday evening, it was very crowded. Pam asked if Bess thought they would see Scotty, she really liked the young man and the two had made a connection with each other. They were two people who knew their place. They both knew deep inside that they would do the will of others. That knowledge gave them common ground, even though it was unspoken.

Pam's tall voluptuous figure and blonde hair attracted attention. The two women easily moved to the front of the line of patrons. Everyone was staring at Pam's visible red nipples as they danced inside her sheer white blouse. Bess kept whispering to her to keep her shoulders back and chest thrust forward. "Be proud of all MY work Pam, don't you hide your assets." Not wanting to disappoint Bess, the housewife screwed up her courage and overcame her embarrassment. Pam pretended that her arms were bound behind her. She walked as she knew Bess wanted her to and was rewarded by an inordinate amount of attention. Bess reveled in the display Pam put on. She didn't look cheap. In fact, Pam looked very elegant, but sex just seemed to ooze from her Pet. Bess was proud and she enjoyed the attention as much as Pam was embarrassed by it.

The maitre d', remembering that Jake had spent time with these two women, ushered them past the velvet rope to a private table. Pam spotted Scotty serving a large group at a table across the room and waved to him. The wave pulled her shirt tight across her nipples and displayed them to the room. Scotty saw the motion, looked puzzled for a moment, and then recognized Pam. The young handsome muscular man broke into a wide grin, and after placing a platter with a thick steak in front of a distinguished looking silver haired gentleman, he waved back to Pam. Scotty had a feeling of concern for the housewife when he saw her "new look", but he did not let his face show it.

In moments Jake, the dark handsome owner of the restaurant, was at Bess' side. "You have done it, Bess. She is incredible." Jake took Bess' hand in his as he spoke. He remembered that if he had any hope of enjoying Pam's charms it would be because he first courted Bess. "Tell me how you accomplished this transformation, Bess," Jake asked, his voice full of admiration.

Pam blushed and looked down at the table unable to meet Jake's eyes. Bess took the opportunity to turn Jake's face to hers and say, "Just the way you train Scotty. I took your advice and things are working out well. Aren't they, Pet?" Pam looked up and quietly said, "Yes Bess."

"Oh, Pet. Have you forgotten? We are not with your children now. I'll have to punish you later."

Jake smiled broadly at the comment. Pam shifted slightly in her seat thinking of the paddle. Her nipples involuntarily became hard.

"Yes, Miss Bess." It was a whisper.

But Jake heard it and clapped his hands together, "I'm impressed, Bess." Turning to Pam, Jake took her hand and gently kissed it in the style of 'Camelot and Arthur's Court.' "You are bewitching, Pam, truly a special flower. Thank both of you for gracing my restaurant this evening. Please enjoy whatever you wish, 'on the house'. I'll see you later."

Jake left the table to attend to his business; Bess smiled to herself, and Pam's cunt began to moisten.
