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Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 01

By: jjsharshaw



 The Decision

They ate lunch together at least three times a week. She was semi-retired from the law firm she founded. She worked when she wanted; her office was in the same building as Sam's. Sam was a political consultant. They usually ate in the bar down the street from their building.

"You know Sam, I'm not wanting you to leave her. I want us to be a family."

"I know, it's just..."

"Sam," she cut in, "I'm 56 years old. I've done this a few times before you know. Not to seem immodest but I'm very good at it and Laura's a very nice woman. I like her; I love her, just like you. I wouldn't want to hurt her either."

"It's just that, well, I like the idea. Hell," he laughed, "I love the idea...every time I think about it, I get so aroused. I'm like a teenage boy."

She whispered across the table, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Yeah, I know. Remember the last time we talked about it in bed? I've never seen a lover's cum hit my ceiling fan before."

Sam grinned sheepishly, "I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. You know Sam they say the force of the male ejaculation is directly related to reproduction. The more powerful the ejaculation the better chance the man has to breed the woman. You wanting to breed your new bitch, Sam?"

Sam looked down at the table, feeling a flush cross his cheeks. She was turning him on just by her conversation; she made him feel young despite the fact that he was 46. "Hey, I can imagine you ..." 

Their server brought their food and they waited until they were alone before talking again. 

Sam finished his thought, "I can see you with a big belly. You'd look very sexy pregnant."

Joanne hesitated a moment and eyed her lunch companion, "Uh huh. Well, anyway Sam, Laura and I are getting to be good friends. I think she's ready. If I get the sense she's going to be emotionally hurt or that I'm endangering your marriage I'll back off. Promise."

"So, uh, why me?" 

Her fork half way to her mouth, she stopped and looked at him, "'Why you' what?" 

"Why'd you pick me to be your lover? Why do you give yourself to me the way you do? Why do you let me do the things I do to you?"

"Well...," she started slowly, taking the bite that she held and then going back to her salad, "you did hit on me first, remember?"

"Yeah, but you could have said 'no'."

"But I didn't, right? And, by the way, why did you hit on me?"

He smiled and took a bite of his Reuben. "I'd noticed you. I'd been watching you for weeks. I think the first time you were wearing that steel gray suit with no blouse. And it was like you were holding court at your table. The men and women sitting with you were clearly your courtiers; you took no shit from anyone and they seemed to hang on every word out of your mouth. You just, I don't know, you just radiated a kind of power and that appealed to me."

She crunched a crouton, "So, you're into the power, eh. You know, I can feel it when you fuck me; when you whip me." There was the mischievous twinkle again.

"Uh, eh, well...I am a political consultant," he shrugged, feeling a little foolish. He cleared his voice, "Well, back to you. Why didn't you say 'no'? I mean I'm a relative wall flower compared to those guys you lunched with."

He took another bite of his sandwich, she looked down and picked a bite of salad, "Well, as for my lunch companions, they're all associates in my firm. They know they damn well should be hanging on my every word. I have vast powers; I can grant partnerships," she smiled a semi-evil smile. "But Sam, I swear to God, they're all in lust with me but," she pointed her fork at him and grinned, "none of those barracudas has the balls to come on to me, not even the women.

"Oh, there's the usual brown nosing, but nobody has made a play. I mean I have a guy, an associate bucking for partner. He can foreclose on a widow's house, deflower her virgin daughter and then tie the debauched daughter to the railroad tracks all before lunch and then brag about it at lunch. Christ, sometimes I wonder if the Serpent in the Garden has more ethics than this guy. He's good. 

"And divorces, oh my sweet Jesus! I'm always hearing about him shamelessly banging the divorcee even before they get to the property settlement phase. But when it comes to me," she laughed quietly to herself, stabbed an Italian pepper from her salad and crunched it, a little bit of juice running down her chin, "when it comes to me...," she shook her head. 

Sam leaned across the table and wiped her chin.

"Mmmm, thanks.

"Well, I got tired of waiting for him so I decided he's going to fuck me in his office. I wanted to see what was so special that all the divorced women were so wild about," she paused, "The moment of truth comes and he couldn't get it up to save his life!


"Any way, you don't seem to have that problem. You seem like a decent guy. And I had you checked out too. You are the exact mix I've been looking for in a lover since my husband passed away."

"And what kind of mix is that?"

"You are a decent guy. But when push comes to shove, my investigator's report says Machiavelli would be proud. You can be what my former husband called, a gentleman pirate. And now that we've been together, de Sade would appreciate your appetites though not your attitudes."

"And pray tell, what would de Sade have against my attitude?"

"Oh Sam, I'll be disappointed if you don't know what separates you from him. Or are you just toying with me?"

"Just toying," he grinned. "You know it all has to be consensual and de Sade took his greatest pleasures non-consensually."

"Hmmmm," she smiled warmly, "that's your mix. That's what my husband had. He seduced me, debauched me and married me all when I was 18. We were married for the next 28 years. He was an excellent man, an excellent lover and master. He opened the world to me sensually. 

"After he passed away I didn't know if I'd survive. There was this vacuum, emotional, spiritual, and physical. Handcuffing myself to my headboard just wasn't the same, you know?" She did a Groucho Marx with her eyebrows; her smile was dazzling and quirky at the same time, at least to Sam. Sam could deny her nothing when she looked at him in "her way" and Sam would find out, neither could most people.

"I spent a year or two whoring around. I played the Domme to a young lesbian for a few years. My last relationship was with a young couple. It ended a year ago. We'd been together five years. 

"My husband and master had this thing after he had me trained to his liking. He absolutely loved having me seduce women, so we could both Dom them. If the woman was married, Robert would usually whore me out to the husband and then let me play with the woman after he was finished with her. God," her voice dropped off and Sam could see she was fondly remembering past events. 

"Anyway," she came back, "like I was saying, my last relationship, was with this young couple, we were a family. I taught the wife to be submissive and the husband to be a good master. And, we're still a family. I'm godmother to their children."

"What happened to end it?"

"They moved back east and I just didn't want to pull up stakes. Being alone was fine for a while but then you came along."

Sam leaned back in the booth and took a sip of his drink. "Wow. I don't know what to say."

"Here's what you say Sam, 'I'll think about it.' If it's just you and me, I'm more than pleased. If you want to bring Laura into this, I think you'd like it," she looked him in the eyes, her eyes penetrating and twinkling - and that smile, "and I'd love it. And if I haven't lost the touch, Laura's going to love it too." She was silent a moment then, without looking up, she said quietly, "I want a family, Sam. I want to be a part of a family. The powerful Oz deep down is lonely."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"Great...Thank you My Master," she whispered across the table.

~~~~~~~~~~

The look on Laura Williams' face alternated between bliss and severe concentration. 

She rode up and down on her husband Sam's cock. She controlled the speed, controlled the amount of depth she let his cock go in, controlled where he touched her and how. 

Currently his fingertips were lightly caressing her hips. She whispered a breathy, plaintive whisper: "Play with my nipples."

He moved his hands. She sat down hard on his cock, mashing her entire mound hard against him, feeling the tip poke at and deflect off her cervix. 

She rocked once, twice, three times. Her face turned down, eyes tightly closed, panting shallowly. She looped her hair over her ears, licked her lips and then made a series of small, high-pitched noises. 

Moments later she sighed and bent down to lay on top of Sam. 

Sam kissed her gently and repeatedly as she got her breath. 

Shortly she rolled off him and laid with her back to him. He caressed her back until he heard the steady rhythm of her breathing in sleep. He knew better than to wake her so he could take his pleasure. 

Sam got out of bed and went down to his study and made a phone call.

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"Joanne, hey, it's me. What are you up to?"

"Mmmmmm, I'm just laying here in my empty bed, legs spread, sweaty, just frigging myself; waiting for you to call."

"Is it good?"

"Very, but it's lonely. Want to use me? I have this nagging ache to be called names while you whip me with the crop I bought you last week."

"Be over in 20 minutes."

"I can't wait."

Joanne Durham hung up the phone and went back to masturbating; the only light coming in from the street through her partially closed blinds. 

Her eyes were tightly closed and her teeth clenched as she stroked her clit, occasionally switching to lightly pulling on the ring in its hood. Her other hand pinched and pulled a nipple while she fantasized. 

In her mind's eye she alternated between two fantasy scenes. 

In one scene she was the submissive. Her lover was alternating soft strokes of a deerskin flogger between her breasts and belly. The strokes fully covered her nipples and came tantalizing close to her mons and her distended clit. 

All the while she heard her lover's voice debasing her, egging her on as he flogged her. 

In the other scene, Joanne was a mistress ravishing a red haired younger woman with a thick, long strapon. 

She held the younger woman tightly by the hips in the doggy position as she fucked her hard and fast; the younger woman's voice high and pleading, begging her mistress to fuck her harder, to use her slut body. And it was driving Joanne mad with lust to fuck this slut harder in her mind.

She was really fantasizing about Sam and Laura. Though the scene with Sam she had experienced many times since they became lovers; he loved to whip her though he was partial to the crop and Joanne loved the flogger. 

She was so very close; so very close to coming. 

Fingers on nipple and clit; her sex so full and slick, it was maddening, delicious, but in her late 50's she had mastered keeping herself on the edge for hours. She was switching between scenes in her mind when she felt the penetration and her body involuntarily jerked at the intimate and forceful violation and she went over the edge with a grunt and a moan. 

Sam was standing next to her, penetrating her with the handle of the crop she had bought as a present for him. 

Her body stiffened, her cunt convulsed tightly around the leather covered cane handle and she felt the warmth and pulsing of her orgasm fill her belly and spread upwards. She stretched, eyes closed, a couple of fingers playing on the edge of her mouth and rode the wave. 

"You were absolutely magnificent my dear. There is nothing so beautiful in the entire world as a woman's face contorted in the throes of orgasm - or pleasurable pain."

Sam knelt with one leg on the bed and put his fingers in her short-cropped salt and pepper hair, "Unzip me and suck me, cunt."

Joanne shifted her body and unzipped him. She was mildly surprised that he wore no underwear. She reached inside to pull his cock out and noticed it was sticky in some places, slimy in others. 

She looked up at him questioningly. "Sam?"

"Go ahead, Joanne, suck it. And it's Master to you, you worthless fucking cunt."

She licked his cock head like she was licking a Tootsie Pop and smiled, "Is this what I think?"

"Who, besides you, am I fucking - at least for now? Roll over on your back so I can finger you while you suck me off."

As she rolled over she kept her eyes fixed on his, "Does this mean yes?" she asked eagerly but quietly.

He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face. Smiling, he said, "What do you think, cunt?"

Joanne laughed with joy and with him gently pushing the back of her head she took his cock fully in her mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~

 Joanne Durham, Chameleon

Joanne Durham would be a study in contrasts if more than a handful of people truly knew her. She made sure she played the appropriate, expected role to the appropriate audience and in this sense she was a chameleon in a society that increasingly demanded conformity to an ideology and/or a theology. But Joanne had a strong sense of personal integrity. Though she played her various roles, she was not acting, not a hypocrite. If push came to shove she would always speak her mind. 

To her partners and associates at the law firm she founded she was the smart, aggressive lawyer whom you always wanted on your side and never against you. 

To her former husband's family, whom she kept in regular touch with, she was the favorite aunt to the nieces and nephews of her husband's two sisters and one brother. To the two sisters, she was the favorite sister that they would have lunch with once or twice a month and maybe go on a family vacation with. 

They knew her as a devout Christian and as their brother's wife whom he loved more than life itself. They never knew what kind of intimate life their brother and Joanne enjoyed. 

To the church congregation she attended almost every Sunday she was the elegant, handsome, successful attorney and business woman/widow who was deeply devout. At least twice a year she would teach an adult Sunday school class. 

To the polyamorist, gay, lesbian, and transgendered sexual advocacy groups she would do pro bono legal work for, they had no idea that she was a very devout Christian who, though sexually liberated, very bi-sexual and deeply into the more esoteric aspects of sex, generally disagreed strongly with most, if not all, of the political agendas of their respective causes. She was not pro-choice but neither was she pro-life. 

"Feminist" was generally a dirty word to her and would take it as an insult if ever called one. She generally voted Republican or Libertarian. She gave significant amounts of money to both parties. She privately felt that Hell could not possibly burn hot enough for some Democratic political leaders. But those were her private thoughts.

To the occasional lover she took after her husband's passing, she was whatever the situation called for. Her first woman lover was a young woman that required training as a submissive. She trained her. But the relationship was played out entirely within the confines of Joanne's home or where ever Joanne wanted to have her submissive sexually; the context was entirely sexual and not emotional beyond a shallow friendship. 

Her next such relationship was reversed; she was the submissive to a woman half her age. Never did other aspects of personal life, emotion or love play into the relationship. She was there to use or be used, nothing more, nothing less. 

It was to the young family she had been with whom she became emotionally involved. She was a lover to both the husband and wife and a surrogate grandmother to the children. With them she shared her life. They saw her cry, saw her sick and depressed. But also they saw her bring joy into their home and into they lives. And likewise, she made the emotional investment in the couple and their children. 

When they moved to the east coast Joanne felt the great emptiness she felt when her husband died. Now Sam Williams was filling that void - and hopefully, so would his wife, Laura. 

At 56 she looked maybe 50. She was tall and handsome with razor cut, close cropped salt and pepper, silver and black hair that she never bothered to color and that was just long enough for Sam to get a tight grip in if he wanted. Her legs were long and toned from running ten miles a week but she had a full, soft belly that defeated all attempts to flatten and tone it. She liked it now. It went well with her full, loose breasts that succumbed to gravity a little more with each passing year. 

Her most prominent feature though was piercing slate gray eyes that gave her an ethereal quality. Those eyes drew friends and lovers to her like the Pied Piper of Hamlin magically drawing rats. But they gave a slightly demonic quality to those she faced as adversaries in her law practice. And one could feel quite uncomfortable, spooked even, by her stare that felt ice cold and malevolent. 

She had been Sam's lover and slave - her preference rather than the word submissive - for a year and knew Laura for a little more than eight months. Immediately she was drawn to Laura. A non-worldly wise woman, 44 years old with red hair and porcelain white skin and the body of Venus rising from the sea - the rounded belly, full hips and slack, small breasts from birthing three of Sam's sons. 

But as much as Sam had been fascinated by the idea of bringing Laura into the relationship he was wary and always told Joanne "no" whenever the subject came up. Finding out that he was being unfaithful to Laura would have been hurtful enough; Sam was always afraid of doing more emotional damage to Laura by a failed attempt to get her into a polyamorist triad, let alone one that was extremely sexual and into extreme BDSM with Joanne.

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Rough Play in the Dungeon

A few nights later, Joanne stood on her tiptoes, her arms extended over her head, her hands handcuffed to a strong spring in an eyehook in the ceiling of her basement. The strong spring was a safety device. If necessary, Joanne could exert enough downward pressure on the spring so that she could stand flat if she needed to. 

She was blindfolded and gagged with a large ball gag that painfully distended her jaw. Her ass was violated with a dildo, larger than she was accustomed. It violated her deeply as well as by its circumference. She wondered if Sam was trying to tear her rather than open her in the way he took her with it but she reveled in his violating her this way. Whether it was with a dildo, a whip handle, a beer bottle or his cock, Sam had a way that always made the penetration of her sex, ass or mouth so very, very intimate and it drove her wild each and every time.

The instrument of her violation had two small nylon cords attached to its base. The cords extended over her shoulders and connected to nipple clamps. The nipple clamps coupled with the tension of the cords distended her long, full nipples and pulled her large, loose breasts up toward her chin, stretching them taut. Any movement of her sphincter against the dildo would change the tension on her breasts, either increasing or decreasing her pain - and her pleasure.

Sam circled her, striking her randomly with his crop, while quietly debasing her as a whore and a cunt and many other things. She was so turned on, so loved it, when he verbally abused her. Gradually he focused the sharp leather strikes against the delicate skin under her pulled taut breasts and over her soft belly and mons. Her sex was getting heavier and wetter to the point she wanted to spit the gag out and beg that he take her. 


Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 01



She whimpered. 

Sam smiled; he knew what she wanted and yet she was helpless to ask for it.

He knew she was more than ready as he cruelly pushed the tip and the shaft of the crop between her sex lips with Joanne straining to spread her legs and keep her balance at the same time. The crop came back from her gleaming with her moisture.

After a long while bound, displayed and used as she was, Sam stood in front of her, his fingertips gently caressing both her ravaged skin and the skin he had not touched with the leather. She shivered in pleasure, whimpering louder. Sam put his hand on the back of her head and whispered into her ear. "I'm going to take your gag out now, cunt. Not a word or much sound at all when I remove it or I'll punish you. Do you understand?"

Joanne nodded her head slowly. Sam removed the ball gag and Joanne took in a deep breath through her mouth and worked her sore jaw before Sam covered her mouth with his as he kissed her deeply. He put his arm around her stretched body and began kissing her throat and the valley of sweat slick skin between her tortured breasts while caressing her belly and her side up to the delicate and hypersensitive skin under her arm. Joanne shivered again in delight and had to work to suppress a moan of pleasure. 

"What do you want, bitch?" Sam whispered malevolently.

Joanne whispered hoarsely, "Take me, Master, please. I want to feel you inside me; mount me, breed me like a bitch in heat. Please."

He kissed her deeply again and gently and slowly bit her lower lip. "Mount you and breed you like a bitch in heat?" Sam mocked her as he whispered in her ear. I thought you just some common fuckmeat, bitch?"

Whispered, "Yes, Master." 

"Yes Master what?" and unexpectedly he slapped a stretched breast. Joanne cried out and then to compensate for what she felt was a violation of his command to be quiet she whispered extra softly, "Yes, Master, I am just your fuckmeat; your willing fuckmeat, my Master. Please use me."

Sam responded by abruptly pulling the dildo from her ass and ramming it cruelly into her cunt. This action brought a ripping pain in her ass and a delirious sensation of pleasure to her cunt though the cords on the nipple clamps pulled her breasts higher and tighter. She screamed at the mixture of pain and pleasure and then had an orgasm that shook her body. She was dizzy from the sensations ripping through her lower body and pulsing into her belly and up into her chest. 

Sam stepped on a small box behind her to bring himself level with her ass and before Joanne got her senses back Sam violated her ass, slamming hard into her with just barely enough lubrication so as not to damager her, gripping her tightly by the hips for leverage. This brought another scream and surprisingly to Joanne, who was now on sensory overload, another orgasm.

Joanne closed her eyes and let her body jerk and sway as Sam took his pleasure with her.

She enjoyed the fullness inside her ass and cunt. The constant movement of the cords as Sam's thrusts in her ass moved the dildo in her cunt, constantly varying the tension in her breasts. 

And Oh, God, she thought, her lover's hands were everywhere on her: her hips, moving round to caress her soft belly and reaching around to find her clit ring and pull it. 

Her body was bathed in sweat. Sam pressed into her back trying to get as much of her sweat on him. 

She was in a delirium, in sub-space. His use of her yielded body was a narcotic to her. Time seem to stand still as she tried to drink in the sounds of their wet bodies slapping together, Sam's grunts and obscenities, and her high pitched cries of pain and pleasure. 

In the bubble of null time she had fallen into she tried to take in the pungent smell of her anal ravishment, the wet, the slippery musk of her sex and the smells of their sweat and perfume and deodorant all mixed together. 

She writhed in his hands, feeling the tightness of his grip on her hips, the caresses of his fingertips along her hip points and around her soft, full belly. He bent his hairy body against her, bowing her forward, awkwardly and painfully, to reach forward to find her clit ring and pull it sharply producing yet another orgasm. 

But she suddenly began to feel tightness in her chest and then realized she couldn't get her breath. 

She didn't panic.

Time slowly snapped back. She knew Sam was near reaching his oblivion with her, inside her. 

As soon as she felt Sam's orgasm overtake him she gasped and pulled down on the spring and uttered their safe word that immediately brought Sam to her aid. 

He slipped from her, gently pulled the dildo away and unclipped the cords. He unhooked her cuffs from the spring and she collapsed, quivering, gasping for breath into his arms. "Sam, Sam, I...I can't...I can't get my breath...Sam. Please..." Sam quickly laid her down and grabbed a towel and a cool, damp washcloth and then cradled her in his arms, gently stroking her face with the washcloth and gently patting the sweat on the rest of her body with the towel. 

"Easy, lover, easy; Joanne, listen to me. You can breathe. Try to slow your breathing down." He breathed slowly with her like a husband helping his wife breathe in childbirth. A little while later and Joanne's breathing slowed and she completely relaxed into his arms. 

"Are you okay, lover?" Sam held her from behind and couldn't see her face, he just felt her body sag and he was worried; very worried. 

"Oh..." she laughed a little breathlessly, "I'm very, very okay my Master, I just got a little short of breath there. You've never taken me that way before. You've never taken me to that level before; been so hard with me, so violent. God, Sam, oh God...you took me places I don't ever remember being. 

"The pain was so exquisite." There was a catch in her voice, "Sam, I'm sorry if I spoiled your pleasure by bailing out." Joanne pressed her head into Sam's chest. She knew he always enjoyed staying as long as he could inside her ass, even after he came.

Sam kissed the top of her head, hugged her, "Lover, don't ever apologize for giving yourself to me - or taking what you need from me. Ever. Got it?"

"Got it," she hesitated a moment, pressed her head harder into his chest, "I love you Sam."

"And I love you too - bitch," he said as he put her in a gentle head lock and gave her a nuggie on top of her head. 

"Sam, you rake and roue! Stop that!" They both shared a laugh and then Sam helped her to her feet, took the clamps and the cuffs off, and led her to their bed. 

"Here, sit up." Sam said to Joanne as he fluffed and arranged three oversized pillows for her to recline on. 

Sam left the bedroom for a minute and came back with two large plastic bags full of crushed ice. 

Joanne's eyes were huge. "Oh, Sam, I, uh, I don't know if I can play anymore..."

"Hush, woman, these are for your breasts. You'll thank me in the morning. Here, hold them in place while I get the Ace wrap around you."

Sam gently pressed two ice packs onto both of her breasts - which elicited a squeal from Joanne. "Hold them in place."

As Joanne held the ice packs Sam quickly encircled her upper body with an Ace wrap. Joanne moved her hands as the wrap covered the ice packs. "Now, lay back," Sam commanded. She did and Sam pulled the covers up around her throat. 

"You know, this is very romantic, but I am never going to get warm with this damned ice strapped to my chest," she scolded. 

He ignored her. "Here, two Percs and a Valium." 

She frowned a mock frown at him; "I'll thank you in the morning, right?" 

"Ummm, something like that. Let me see your wrists." Joanne produced an arm from under the covers and stretched out her wrist. It was deeply bruised. He had never bruised her like this in all the time they had played hard. "Jesus, I'm so sorry Annie."

"You don't need to apologize to me either though you could consider using those leather cuffs I have next time," she chided gently, with her look.

Sam began gently massaging her wrist with an analgesic cream, paying attention to his work and not looking up at Joanne. 

"Sam?"

"Hmmmm?" he said, his face still down, watching his massage of her wrist.

"What is it like to take Laura?"

Sam laughed, "Well, she certainly would never have gone through what you just did. The very idea would have repulsed her.

"She was a virgin when we married. I actually got to take her cherry on our wedding night. That night she was more than ready and she liked me being rough with her. I think she was living out a rape fantasy. Anyway, she's never had another man inside her; at least as far as I know.

"We had a pretty wild sex life until son number one came along and then she went from lover to mother. Now, things are pretty 'vanilla' though when she's in the mood she likes me to take her roughly, to press her flat on her back, choke her, pull her nipples, slap her breasts and call her names. I know, given how she reacts in those times that she's got a lot of raw sexuality just beneath her skin but she won't show it. 

"Other times, when she wants to get off, she'll mount me and ride me like I wasn't there until she comes. She'll command me to play with her breasts or rub her clit or touch her in a certain way. I call it her cowboy mood. 

"And then other times, she likes things slow and loving with lots of foreplay; lots of touching, kissing, massaging."

"You don't tie her or pull her hair while she's sucking you off?" 

Sam looked up, "Other wrist please. Well, uh, no. We've been married for 22 years. She's never blown me. She's let me tie her to the bed a few times. She let me fuck her ass once.

"But she's sweet. I enjoy her body. I like the foreplay, the cowboy moods, when I can be rough..."

"But," Joanne interrupted, "aside from the wedding night, she's never really given herself to you."

Sam looked up again from his massaging, a melancholy sort of look on his face, "No."

Joanne took her wrist back from him and touched the side of his face, smiling her smile, her eyes penetrating. "But marriage isn't completely about sex and for all her other qualities you love her deeply."

"Uh, yeah, I do; very much."

"That's why you've been so worried about hurting her."

"Yeah. I can't afford to lose her, even if..." his voice trailed off, he didn't want to complete the thought but she did. 

"Even if I'm the consolation prize?"

"Yeah, something like that," he said quietly, a note of irritation in his voice.

"Where is she tonight, by the way? I think she'd be missing you about now."

Sam looked at the bedside clock, not to check the time as if he should be home but to see how long the ice packs had been on Joanne's breasts. He got off the bed and went to the bathroom; "She took the kids to her mother's. The kids are spending the summer with their grandparents - so eight weeks of quiet. Hey," he called from the bathroom, "do you have a small basin somewhere?"

"Bottom drawer of the towel closet."

"Ah!" 

Sam came back to bed in a couple of minutes, a plastic basin with warm soapy water and a towel and washcloth. He sat the basin on the bedside table. "Here, sit up. Let's get the ice off."

"Yay!" 

He unwrapped her from the ice packs and then gently pushed her back into her pillows. He wrung out the washcloth from the basin and gently started to pat and rub her face and throat and then on down her body.

"Are you this attentive to Laura?" she asked quietly. 

Sam stopped his ministrations, laughed nervously with a bit of bitterness. "She won't let me."

She detected she'd struck a nerve. Actually their whole conversation from the point of where Joanne wanted to know what it was like to take Laura was working one singularly raw nerve in the back of Sam's mind. 

"Hey Sam, I really like this but uh, could we stop and you just hold me? I think the drugs are kicking in."

"Sure." Sam patted her dry then crawled into bed beside her and she rolled over to press her body against his. She gave him small, delicate kisses, her arms loosely around his head and shoulders as she moved her thigh over his legs. He touched the curve of her hip, reveled in the softness of her skin.

"I like it when you touch me there, Sam," she whispered in between kisses. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

The Morning After

Sam awoke with a start in an empty bed. He grabbed his robe and wandered downstairs. Joanne was sitting in the breakfast nook with a cup of coffee, a cigarette - one of Sam's non-filtered Camel's - and the The Kansas City Star. 

"I wondered how long you were going to sleep, lover. Did I wear you out last night?" and she smiled her smile, her slate gray eyes seeming to pierce him over her reading glasses. 

"We've been together, what? A year and I didn't know you wore reading glasses." Sam commented as he sat beside her. 

"I am just a bit older than you, remember. Not everything is like it was when I was a kid of 46, like you."

"What time is it, anyway?" he asked. 

"Ummm," she looked at her watch, "quarter of nine."

"You think I was sleeping in, did you?" he asked her with a tinge of mock irritation.

"Lover, I have been up since 5:30. I've run three miles, read and replied to 26 emails, taken two conference calls with the east coast and London and had a glorious orgasm in the shower." She stopped, "Correction, two glorious orgasms in the shower."

"Ah, so I'm the slacker."

She smiled slyly, took a sip of coffee and went back to the paper. "No comment."

Sam got up and poured himself some coffee and sat back down next to her in the nook. Joanne took one of the cigarettes out of the pack, lit it, held it between her fingers and she kissed Sam deeply, blowing the smoke in his mouth and then she gave him the cigarette. She took off her reading glasses and put the paper down to give him her full attention.

"Well, business is slow at the moment," Sam said defensively. "The city council race is over and the political game is kind of in a break. I'm taking on a new client in Baton Rouge in about 2 months. She'll provide for the Christmas gifts this year."

"Really?" Joanne gave Sam the look. "Uh, Sam, I think I have a plan. Want to hear it?"

"About Laura?"

"Who else?"

"Shoot."

"I think it's going to take about six weeks. It will be a slow, subliminal build up and then, if I've done my job right, five days and nights of shock and awe.

"Have you ever read de Sade's Justine and Juliette?"

"Ummm, no, but I know about them. Justine was the pure girl and Juliette her antithesis."

"Yup. Well, Laura is Justine. In some respects physically and emotionally she's a virgin. I am Juliette and you are the dark prince, de Sade. And we are going to debauch her, corrupt her absolutely. If there is a raw sexual persona lurking just under the surface I am going to dig it out and let it flower. 

"Laura's got a degree, right?"

"Yeah, American Lit."

"Good. I'm going to offer her a job. I have a legitimate legal project I need to work on. It's for my massage team; you know Allyson, Rico and Harry. They want me to find a way to legalize their poly marriage. I'll work out of the house. There's going to be lots of relationship stuff Laura will need to look up and then I'll get her researching some more of the esoteric sex practices of the human race."

"Just don't tell her about naked noose dancing - just yet."

"Oh, my God, I can see her now, swinging in that noose as she comes and comes."

"Joanne..."

"Oh, a girl can dream can't she?"

"Yeah, but the first time you had me string you up I thought you were completely insane. Naked noose dancing, that's very advanced for our little flower..."

"...That we are absolutely going to debauch."

"Well..."

"Anyway," Joanne tried to get the conversation back on track, "Laura should be a good researcher."

"I think she hates research."

"Doesn't matter. I'll offer her enough money to entice her. I just want her with me as much as possible.

"She'll be back home day after tomorrow."

Joanne smiled, "I'll call her then."

~~~~~~~~~~

The "Slow and Subliminal Buildup" Begins

"Hi Laura, Joanne. How were your parents? Sam tells me you took a little trip."

"They were fine. The kids were ecstatic that they get to spend the summer with them," Laura responded cheerily.

"Listen, Laura, I have a project I'm working on. I need some help researching and compiling it. It's a pro bono case and none of my partners will spare any of the staff. I'm going to work from home. Could you help me out?"

"Well..."

"I have a pool you know. It wouldn't be all work and no play."

"Um, I really hate doing research," Laura begged.

"I'll make it worth your while financially," Joanne countered. "$500 a week. There might be a couple of days travel and I'll pick up all the expenses."

Tentatively: "What kind of research?"

Joanne smiled to herself, she had her quarry. "Mostly just a lot of Google searches. The research is for three people, a woman and two men, who practice polyamory and who want to figure out the best legal and financial way to live as close to a legal family as possible."

There was a pause on the line, "Polyamory? Uh, I thought that sort of thing was called polygamy and was illegal."

"Actually, in this case it's more technically polyandry - one woman and more than one husband. But look, their lives are a reality today regardless of law or morality or religion. I've known them a long time. They're very sweet and good people. And I just need someone to do the scut work. 

"I need someone to look up all the media reports about poly families, hit the poly chat rooms and bulletin boards, that sort of thing. A lot of Google searches basically about all facets of a poly family's life from sex to grocery shopping. Come on, what do you say? Don't make me beg! You know I love spending time with you." Joanne added a positive plea to her voice.

"We'll start Monday; how about around 10, my house. Can't beat those hours..."

"Well, okay. Sure. See you Monday."

"Great! I can't wait."

Monday morning came and Joanne was delighted to see Laura at her door, 15 minutes early and dressed in a navy blue business suit, white blouse, white hose and black pumps; the picture of a legal secretary at Joanne's office. But casual was going to be the rule at Joanne's home.

Joanne opened the door in a torn, oversized denim shirt, an old pair of Capri's and no shoes – clearly showing Joanne's toenails pedicured and painted blood red, highlighting her gold toe rings and ankle chains.

Joanne hugged Laura tightly and enthusiastically, making certain that Laura got a deep breath of the subtle perfume she was wearing. The perfume was a mixture of musk, sweat and pheromone oil that Joanne had found, from experience, worked as advertised in attracting and sexually stimulating women. Joanne made sure it was on her, in her clothing, in potpourri's around Laura's work area and in the massage oil of the massages that Laura would start receiving in her second week of employment.

Joanne kissed Laura on the cheek and then immediately focused on Laura's clothing, "Oh, Laura, I'm sorry, I didn't even think! You look perfect if we were working downtown but here it is strictly casual. In fact," Joanne smiled, put her arm around Laura and half whispered conspiratorially, "darlin', if it gets much hotter, I may resort to wearing a bikini - or nothing at all! Come on in. First things first, we must get you out of that business uniform."

Laura smiled politely, her sensibilities were immediately off balance. Joanne rummaged through her closet and came up with an oversized white, men's dress shirt and a wrap around Tahitian print skirt. "Here you go, my dear," Joanne said as she handed the clothes to Laura. "And, ummmm, pardon me for being nosy, but if you're wearing some underwire, push up, torture device of a bra, my suggestion would be to ditch it. It's just us girls and the shirt's going to more than amply cover you. I mean, the shirt's so big and you're so very nicely, um, small."




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 01



Laura blushed furiously but giggled a bit. "Sure." The shirt and skirt smelled as if they'd been in storage for ages but in reality, Joanne had hoped Laura would show up overdressed so the clothes were liberally laced with more musk and pheromone oil. By lunchtime Laura found herself fully aroused, distracted and wondering why.

On her way home that day she felt profoundly "dirty." She changed back into her blue suit to go home but she left her bra, panties and hose off. Laura never went without underwear; it was not what a good Christian woman would do. But she felt so aroused, so dirty and wicked. She noticed as she folded her panties to put them in her bag that they were thoroughly wet in the crotch and very aromatic with her scent.

When she got in her car she did another thing that she had never done and that proper Christian women don't do: she drove to the first shopping area she could find, parked in the outer areas of the parking lot and fingered herself, feverishly. 

Awkwardly, and with urgency she had never felt before, she raised her ass off the seat and pulled up her skirt and spread her legs as wide as the interior of the car and her restrictive skirt would allow. She unbuttoned her blouse down to her waistband, slid a hand across her chest and took a nipple between her fingers. 

The other hand she worked under her pushed up skirt (her upper thighs were as high as she could push her skirt up), plunging two fingers into her very wet sex and stroking her clit. She was sweating, shaking and moaning as her first ever solo, (without her husband there to assist) masturbatory, in-car orgasm pleasantly flooded her belly and breasts. 

And then reality snapped back.

Laura was mortified to find that she'd left a very aromatic stain on the cloth-upholstered seat. (Three days later when Laura took her car to a detail shop she was even more mortified when the worker doing the preliminary assessment on the stain looked back at Laura with a leering smile and said, "Looks like you got a teenage daughter needs some talkin' too." And then the worker added, "Or maybe you and the mister got a bit frisky, hey?")

~~~~~~~~~~

Joanne and Laura's first day of work had been conducted from Joanne's deck on laptop computers. Breaks and lunch were also on the deck and during the breaks and lunch the conversation was not business but girl talk. 

Laura and Joanne had been friends for almost a year and had grown to be really close friends in the last six months. Now Laura found herself drawn even closer to Joanne. Laura had not yet, in her conscious mind, felt a sexual connection with Joanne but Joanne was a strong, handsome, older woman. Laura saw her as a role model and felt safe and protected whenever she was with Joanne. It was the same sort of feeling she had when she was with Sam while they dated, through their engagement and now through the marriage but the feelings didn't register and link up. 

Laura found the research into polyamory at times a bit perverse to her religious sensibilities but she also found it interesting. She had never considered the possibility of more than two people truly loving each other simultaneously- and not necessarily in a sexual way. But when she thought of a man and two women in her own frame of reference it was always deeply personal, frightening and offending.

She saw the man (Sam) leaving her, abandoning her physically and emotionally, because the man was "thinking with his dick." The other woman was probably younger and more beautiful than the wife (Laura) and therefore more exciting. And of course, the wife was simply spurned, thrown away like yesterday's trash, and deeply hurt. That a man and two women or two men and a woman would live together, platonically and sexually, in a long term relationship was simply way, way outside her thoughts about how the world is ordered.

Joanne and Laura continued to work the rest of the week on the deck until Friday. The weather was perfect for late spring, early summer. But on Friday it rained so the work moved into Joanne's library study. 

This move inside was the break Joanne was looking for in her plan and was mostly definitely an eye opener for Laura.

~~~~~~~~~~

Friday, Joanne met Laura at the front door with a kiss on the cheek as she had for the past four days. Today though, Joanne was not in her usual casual work clothes but in a white, ankle length terrycloth robe that was open just enough for Laura to see Joanne's ample breasts. After a hug and the kiss Joanne led the way into the house, toweling her short hair.

"It's going to rain any time so I thought we'd just work in my library. And oh, I've got an appointment to go to at lunch so you're going to be on your own. Will you be okay?"

"Sure," Laura said.

"By the way girl, what's with the skirt and blouse? I'll give you credit for having bare legs but still you have those business pumps on." 

Laura laughed. "Well, I have an appointment later today too; I'm meeting Sam for dinner on The Plaza." 

"Oh, sounds very romantic," Joanne's intonation somehow making her innocuous comment sound both intimate and as if Joanne was disappointed that she didn't think of taking Laura to the Plaza for a romantic dinner herself. It was silly of course, Laura reasoned. Still, she felt herself blush. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Well, here's your workstation. It's programmed just like the laptop you've been using." Once Joanne made sure Laura was logged in, Joanne went to the corner and proceeded to dress.

Initially Joanne had her back to Laura. Laura noticed the movement of Joanne's robe in her peripheral vision; the robe appeared to be coming off Joanne's shoulders. Laura looked up from the monitor.

Joanne had strong shoulders and a long, sleek back – criss- crossed with red welts (welts from a flogging, Laura would later learn). When the robe made it down to Joanne's waist, Joanne turned sideways so that Laura could now see her in profile.

Laura thought Joanne was going to look at her so, face and chest flushed, she rapidly flicked her eyes back to the monitor and made a couple of mouse clicks to look like she was working. Joanne did look and saw Laura quickly look back at the monitor. Joanne smiled to herself.

Laura thought she noticed Joanne's attention turn back to her dressing so she looked back. Now Joanne was completely nude with a foot up on a chair arm, toweling the inside of her long thigh and into her sex.

Laura stared at Joanne's body in profile; her long, elegantly toned leg, her full belly and her breasts, heavy and pendulous that moved fluidly and sensually with each motion of Joanne's towel against her leg.

Joanne thought she'd check Laura again. In Laura's attempt to "get back to work" Laura somehow clicked on something on the computer that set off a loud, continuous, piercing beep.

Laura jumped up, a look of panic on her face. Joanne had to turn her back to keep from laughing and then, as Laura spluttered in frightened surprise; Joanne picked up a pair of thong panties and walked quickly to Laura's aid.

Oh my sweet Lord! Laura screamed in her mind. She had apparently broken the computer AND Joanne was coming to help her and the woman was completely naked!

"Here," Joanne put her hand over Laura's on the mouse, "I'm so sorry babe; it's an anti-tampering alarm that you managed to trip." Joanne clicked an area of the monitor and immediately the piercing beeping stopped. Joanne slowly slid her fingertips over the back of Laura's hand and a short way over her wrist and up her arm; Laura only noticed the sensations of the caress subconsciously. She was too busy looking at Joanne's large areola, long nipple – that was pierced - and inches from Laura's face. 


Joanne put her hand on Laura's shoulder for balance as she slipped a foot inside her thong and pulled it up a bit. Then Joanne moved her body so that Laura was looking at Joanne's body full on as Joanne switched hands on Laura's shoulder for balance. Laura had to suppress a gasp as her eyes drifted down from Joanne's breasts to her belly and on to her sex. Joanne was clean-shaven and Laura's eye caught a glint of gold peeking from between Joanne's full, dusky colored labia. My God! Laura thought to herself, she has her clitoris pierced too! And, Laura's mind stuttered, is Joanne aroused or are her sex lips always so full and distended?

Joanne smiled. She watched in fascination, felt her arousal grow quickly; she was watching Laura, saw her eyes grow huge starring at Joanne's body. Laura's nipples were prominently pressing against her bra and blouse.

As Joanne took her hand off Laura to pull up and position her thong a cloud of Joanne's pheromone laden perfume wafted into Laura's nostrils. Laura thought she might pass out. She felt so flushed and so aroused - and so disturbed that she was so easily aroused.

"Oh, oh God, I'm so sorry Laura! I'm so used to being alone in my own house. Oh, God, I hope I haven't embarrassed you or made you feel uncomfortable with me being nude." Joanne bent down to hug Laura, positioning one of her breasts against Laura's cheek.


Laura felt the softness of the breast and its soft, fluid weight and the way it gave way as her face made contact with it. She caught another whiff of Joanne's scent – in the valley of skin between Joanne's breasts - and was sure she was going to pass out. 

Laura felt her blood surge in her sex and nipples and, for a fleeting moment, the embrace felt so wonderful. But the moment passed and Laura's mind screamed. She didn't know what to do or how to feel.

Joanne then purposely shifted her hug, practically slapping Laura with her other breast.

"Oh! Oh dear!" Joanne jumped back, "I'm sorry...the hug...oh!" Joanne bolted for the corner, her arms virginally crossing her breasts. Again she had to suppress a laugh.

What Laura said next, how she reacted to this little incident would be a major milestone in Joanne's plan.

"Uh, gee, no, Joanne! I'm okay," though the bright red blush on her face said otherwise. "It's, uh, well," Laura laughed nervously, "uh, I don't think I've seen another woman naked since high school gym class. You, uh, you... have a, uh, very attractive body. It's beautiful as a matter of fact."

For Joanne this was turning out to be quite enjoyable and quite an acting job. With as much modesty she could muster in her voice she said, "Oh, Laura, you're too kind. Really? Do you like my body? My breasts aren't too big? And the way my belly hangs a bit over the thong...?"

"No, really, it's beautiful. Your skin is so soft. And your breasts... wow, they're beautiful too. I wish I had, uh, well, you know, I wish I had a, uh, rack like yours. And," Laura hesitated for just a moment, "uh, you know, you're so used to seeing perfectly flat tummies in the magazines and, well, uh, I think..." her voice trailed off.

"You think what dear?" Joanne asked.

"I, uh, well," Laura was blushing furiously and stammering but she finally got her thought out in a rush of words, "I think the way your tummy looks, how it hangs over your thong just a bit - I think it looks, uh, sexy. Very sexy."

Joanne laughed, completely surprised but completely delighted by Laura's candor. "Wow, thank you Laura. You really think it's sexy?" she asked, seeming incredulous.

"Uh, yeah, yeah I do."

Joanne smiled a coy smile and turned her back to Laura to dress; ending the incident and nothing else was said about it that morning. But inside Joanne was ecstatic. Laura was hooked; Joanne was certain. Now, she thought, to reel her in but gently.


When lunchtime came Joanne told Laura to help herself in the kitchen and she'd be back sometime around four. Laura rummaged around in the refrigerator and found the makings of a salad.

After lunch in the kitchen Laura went back to her workstation in the library. But before she sat down she looked at the wall of books behind her.

It was an impressive collection; from floor to ceiling. The first sections were legal texts. The next section was books on Christianity and religion in general. Laura recognized some of the titles. The next section stopped her in her tracks, mentally and physically.

The books were erotica. What stunned Laura was the incongruence in her mind between Joanne's faith and the religious books and the erotica. To Laura the two subjects were almost, if not totally, mutually exclusive.

Joanne had several editions of The Kama Sutra, a leather bound copy of The Story of O. There were various other titles on the psychology of sex, The Loving Dominant, Nine and a Half Weeks, The Tropic of Cancer, some large picture books, and three leather bound volumes of works by the Marquis de Sade: Justine and Juliette, Philosophy in the Bedroom, and 120 Days of Sodom. There was a whole section of books by Anais Nin, volumes of lesbian erotica, anthologies of erotica, and volumes about bondage and disciple and sadomasochism. 

Absentmindedly she turned, as if she was going back to her research - that today involved sexual practices of polyamorists and the differences and similarities between polyamorist sexual thought and practice and those of "swingers" - and stopped by the leather sofa in front of the bookshelf wall.

There, on the coffee table in front of the sofa, was a large coffee-table book. Laura sat on the sofa and opened the book. She gasped as she opened it; it was a volume of photographs of men and women, in various combinations, having sex.

Mostly the pictures were of what Laura considered "rough" or "kinky" sex. Some of the pictures were exclusively men having sex together and others exclusively women. But all the pictures seemed violent. And as Laura felt her body respond sexually to the images, she felt they all seemed to have an animal intensity, a primal urgency to them. She could feel it too, in her own body. She found, to her surprise and embarrassment that she wanted to be possessed, to be used and simply to feel nothing but her body and these feelings bothered and frightened her; she felt out of control. She wasn't supposed to feel this way she thought and it bothered her.

Laura put the book down quickly and took a deep breath to try to cleanse herself of all the lust she was feeling and gain some modicum of personal control over her thoughts and feelings. But it was not to be. Laura quickly picked the book back up and randomly flipped to a page.

There was a picture of a plump, red haired woman lying on top of a man with a woman wearing a strapon dildo kneeling behind the woman. The man's penis was buried fully up to the root in the woman's sex and the dildo was partially protruding from the woman's ass, obscenely and painfully (Laura thought) spreading the woman's small rectum.

Nevertheless, there was a look of ecstasy on the woman's face and an animalistic look of urgency on the faces of the man and other woman. Laura laid the book on the table, stood and dropped her skirt and panties and opened her blouse. She sat back down on the sofa, and with a hand inside her bra, began pulling a nipple while she dropped her other hand to finger her sex.

She fantasized about being the woman being so violently penetrated. She felt the primal urgency from the picture. She wanted it to be real.

~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile in Room 1230 of the Westin Crown Center Hotel...

Joanne raised her head, coughing a bit, Sam's cum slowly oozing down her chin. Sam removed her blindfold and reached behind her to undo the soft leather ties binding her wrists and elbows behind her back. "Look," he said, smiling. Joanne turned her attention to the notebook computer next to Sam's chair.

"Oh my god, Sam, this is incredible!" Joanne exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise. Joanne idly pushed the cum on her chin up to her lips with a finger and into her mouth as she watched. "There is definitely something buried underneath that beautiful porcelain skin of hers!"

They were watching Laura masturbate quite vigorously and loudly as she looked intently at the picture she had found.

Joanne had a number of web cams installed throughout her house including three in the library. From Sam and Joanne's hotel room they could "tune in" and watch. Sam, by the way, was Joanne's afternoon appointment. 

Laura came, ramming three fingers into her sex, crying out incoherently. Sam and Joanne were able to catch snatches of dirty words. "Does she ever talk dirty in bed, Sam?"

"Nope. This is just freaking wild!" Sam leaned over a bit and kissed Joanne slowly and deeply on her mouth, tasting his own saltiness on her lips and tongue. Joanne gave a little moan as Sam broke the kiss and then stood up from her kneeling position between Sam's legs and started to dress.

"Wait a sec, fucktoy," Sam said with lust in his voice. "Back on your knees. Look."

Joanne knelt and hugged her lover, pressing her head against his chest and looked at the monitor.

"Oh my God!" Joanne said again in surprise. "Switch to camera two!" Sam touched a couple of keys on the notebook, switching cameras. 

Laura had taken off her blouse and bra and was nude except for her pumps. She turned her back to camera one, taken the picture book, laid it open on the back corner of the sofa and then straddled the arm of the sofa, the wide sofa arm forcing her to spread her legs wide. She pushed herself back so that the large, semi-oval wooden knob hand rest of the sofa's arm was penetrating and spreading her sex. In fact, the knob spread Laura's cunt so wide that it appeared to draw her anus tight. She was moving her hips slowly back and forth, working the trying to work the wood inside her labia and rubbing her clit hard against the leather armrest, holding a breast and looking at the book.

The view from camera two showed a look of rapture on Laura's face as she worked herself harder and quicker against the large knob. The picture she was looking at now was that of a bound, younger woman, being flogged by a statuesque older woman with a cool, detached look on her face, while a man, with an enormous cock, stood in the corner and masturbated.

The younger woman in the picture had nearly the same ecstatic expression on her face as the woman in the previous picture. Laura could see though that the young woman was experiencing some pain but - was she also experiencing pleasure? Laura pushed back on the knob especially hard causing pain to spread through her sex and into her belly but then she roughly pulled and twisted the nipple she was working and oh God...the sensations mixed and changed and Laura gasp loudly at the new, mixed sensation flooding her body from between her legs.

She knew, without a doubt, that shewanted to be the woman being flogged.

For a fleeting second she thought of Sam and Joanne as the other players in the picture. Would Joanne ever want to treat Laura like the woman with the dildo in the previous picture was doing to the younger woman? Would she want to flog her like in the picture now? Sam she didn't have to wonder about; she knew he'd love the scene: he was, after all, a man.

Joanne quickly leaned over Sam's thigh and made a few quick keystrokes, switching back to camera one and zooming in on Laura's hips and ass. "My God, Sam, she's magnificent! Just absolutely magnificent! I want her now! I want to ravish her. I want to eat her until she screams! Look at that!"

Sam was smiling. "I know, I know."

Joanne looked up at Sam, "Please tell me again. I just want to hear you say it again. Tell me Laura's going to me mine!" Her eyes were sparkling and a flush was moving up her chest and throat.

Sam could see Joanne's lust; her hunger. He chose to tease her ever so slightly. "Well...," Sam said slowly, with a question in his voice, "uh, subject to the proviso that we do not hurt her emotionally – she's your pet."




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 01



Joanne laughed with the glee of a high school girl and hugged Sam tightly. During this quick exchange between the two lovers Laura came for the second time in just minutes. Sam and Joanne looked back at the rear view on camera one. "Sam, oh my sweet Jesus, look at that...her cunt and her ass are clenching! God her orgasm must be so strong; what she must be feeling!"

Camera two showed Laura had pushed the book onto the floor and had laid out the length of the armrest, eyes closed; she was panting shallowly. She was still pulling a nipple and moaning quietly.

Suddenly Joanne thought she heard a sound in the background. She quickly switched to camera three. It's audio pick up picked up a distinct sound. 

"Uh, Hello? Joanne? It's Mike. I've got your order here..."

Joanne put her hand to her mouth and looked at Sam, her eyes wide. "Oh, Sam," she whispered, on the edge of laughing out loud, "I truly forgot Mike was coming to drop off some party supplies!"

Joanne flicked back to camera one. Laura had heard Mike too.

"Hello? Joanne, you around?"

~~~~~~~~~~

...Back in the Library - A More Real Temptation

Laura's eyes flew open wide in shock. There was a man calling for Joanne and it sounded as if he was right outside the library! She fell off the arm of the sofa with a soft thud and in a panic and shakily but quickly managed to get her blouse and skirt on, sans underwear.

Laura pulled her hair back and into a scrungy and patted the sweat on her face with her panties. When she thought she was presentable she headed for the library door.

She opened the door slowly. "Uh, hi, I'm Laura, Joanne's assistant." she said to the deliveryman, "Joanne's occupied right now. May I help you?" 

The deliveryman, Mike, appraised the flushed and flustered Laura with a smile and came back with a line, "Well, I certainly hope so gorgeous. I got some party supplies here for Joanne. I'm going to assume she wants them in the usual place downstairs. You, uh, wanna come help me?"

Laura was on the edge of being offended by the deliveryman's unconcealed come on; he was totally indiscreet in visually looking her over. But then she caught herself; she realized she kind of liked the idea of being "an object" to this man.

"Mm," she said, coyly, "Sure, I'll give you a hand."

The deliveryman winked at her and nodded, "Or something else..." and he laughed, not completing the dirty thought. But Laura did.

In the basement pantry Laura and Mike flirted and sparred with sexual innuendo that, at times, only met the most extremely liberal definition of innuendo. 

Finally, as Laura held out a box for Mike to shelve he said, with unconcealed enthusiasm, "You know Laura, I bet you are quite the little slut, aren't you?"

Laura gasped and looking like a southern belle in a civil war movie, put one hand to her chest and exclaimed in her most indignant voice, "I am a married woman!"

This did not faze Mike. "And your point is...? Me thinks thou dost protest to much, my lady. I bet you got some old geezer at home who doesn't bed you like you need to be bedded. Probably needs to take a pill - or two - to just get it up.

"I could bed you right and you'd know it."

"And just how do you know what I like?"

"Oh, I can tell. That tight little mouth of yours and that nice soft, loose body of yours, yeah baby I can tell. In fact, considering your mouth, you probably can suck as well, if not better, than you can fuck.

"You know, you little slut, we're here alone. You could give me a try."

Laura was scandalized - and so aroused.

"Hmmmm, sorry Mike." Laura tried to sound convincing in her turn down. But she didn't sound convincing at all, not even to herself.

Mike smiled and shrugged. "Well, can't blame a guy for tryin', right?"

"Nope."

"Well, you could give a guy a little hope and say you'd think about it."

Laura smiled coyly again, "Uh, well, okay. I will think about it."

"Out-fucking-standing!" Mike yelled with an ear to ear smile on his face. "I got to get some more stuff off the truck. Be right back." Mike sounded very happy as he left to go to the truck.

Laura wiped the sheen of sweat from her face then sat on a stack of boxes, sucked in her lower lip and chewed it. She had a very uncharacteristic thought: If she could only masturbate before Mike got back...

Then another uncharacteristic thought for this church going, Sunday school teaching, soccer mom: If Mike would only shut up and force himself on her. She couldn't do anything about it. She wouldn't be responsible and she could stop the blood heavy ache in between her legs.

With trembling fingers she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse exposing her chest down to where her cleavage would show - if she had big enough breasts to have cleavage.

Mike came back with another dolly load of supplies. Laura bent down to pick up a box and gave Mike a clear view straight down her blouse. Mike whistled through his teeth as he took the box from her, "Wow! Damn, you have a fine body!"

Laura blushed from her chest to her hairline. Just do SOMETHING! Laura's mind screamed.

And Mike did.

Mike stepped in front of her, invading that invisible personal "comfort space" that everyone has. His voice was low and quiet as he fingered her open blouse. She felt his breath on her. "I would take you any day of the week over a hard-bodied, twenty-something bitch and well, as many times as I could get it up on Sunday."

Laura avoided his eyes and smiled weakly. Be careful what you wish for was hurling through her thoughts at light speed. She felt her heart racing. Her mind was racing too. What about STD's, HIV? What about pregnancy? She didn't take the pill. And what about betraying Sam? Oh God! I'm lost...

Mike's fingertip traced a delicate figure eight on her bare chest and then dipped into her blouse and touched a nipple. Laura felt light headed.

Then there was a fingertip on her lips. Time seemed to have shifted into slow motion for Laura. She looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth. Mike slowly slid his finger all the way in her mouth and she closed her mouth around his finger.

"Suck," he commanded. She obeyed. He pulled his finger slowly from her mouth. She thought she heard him say, "...sweet little slut..." Then there were hands on her shoulders; the pressure pushing her down was negligible but she found herself kneeling.

When she knelt on the floor she put her hands on his thighs to steady herself. Mike unzipped. He wasn't wearing underwear. As he brought his cock out of his pants her nostrils were filled with the heated scents of his cock. She closed her eyes and thought she was going to pass out. She had only seen Sam's cock and Mike's was so much bigger.

Mike sensed she might be feeling off balance; he took her hair at the scrungy and slowly pushed her forward. She opened her eyes again. His cock was jutting upward at a 45-degree angle, throbbing with the beat of his heart. There was a drop of clear fluid on the tip. She opened her mouth wider and reached up to take hold of his cock and guide it in.

God! It felt so...good to hold! She closed her eyes, preparing to take him. His tip hit her upper lip smearing the pre-cum and then...she wasn't holding the cock anymore and it wasn't in her mouth!

Laura licked her upper lip to taste the slick saltiness and then opened her eyes to see what had happened. Mike was against one of the wall shelves hastily zipping up. Was it over? Had she "done it" and blacked out?

Mike was motioning urgently with his head for her to stand up. Why? she wondered.

"Laura? Where'd you go? Are you with Mike?"

OH MY GOD!!! Joanne was home and looking for her. It was then she noticed that in that ethereal time when Mike was about to take her he had pulled her blouse out of her skirt and completely unbuttoned it. Not only that but she looked down at one of her bare breasts and realized Mike had fondled her hard, his fingertips leaving red marks around the breast and on the nipple.

"Tuck it in and button up you silly bitch before we both get in trouble!" Mike hissed.

"Come on you guys," Joanne's voice was getting closer, "you two down in the basement fooling around?" 

Laura couldn't button up fast enough. She stuffed her blouse into her skirt, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then stood, her knees clearly red from kneeling on the concrete floor of the basement. Just then Joanne descended the basement steps.

"There you two are."

Joanne took in the scene. Laura and Mike, but especially Laura, looked like a couple of teenagers who had been caught making out on lovers' lane. Joanne had to force herself not to smile or laugh.

"Mike, you almost done?" Joanne asked coolly, deliberately ignoring the sex that she could tell, from the way Laura looked, either had taken place or was about to.

"Uh, yeah, Joanne. Just another dolly load."

"Great. Uh, Laura, I think Mike can handle his job. Let's get you back to yours; research calls. Come on." Joanne turned to go back up the stairs. Laura didn't even look at Mike as she walked past him. Her face was burning with embarrassment.

As Laura followed Joanne up the stairs a panic attack struck her: where had she left her bra and panties in the library? And, oh my God! where was the book and had she cleaned off the arm of the sofa? She couldn't remember.

Joanne could hardly wait to get into the library. She went straight for the sofa and sat down, appearing tired.

Her elbow was on the arm of the sofa, her fingers rubbing her forehead. If she straightened her elbow her hand would land squarely on top of the wooden knob that Laura had vigorously fucked. Laura knew from her wetness that the knob had to at least be sticky, if not still slimy from her actions. 

Laura's eyes were wide, seeing Joanne's position and looking for the underwear and book. She spied the book on a shelf - at least it wasn't on the floor. She saw the barest glimpse of her bra sticking out from under the sofa next to Joanne's shoe heel. She didn't remember putting it there when she was startled but she must have.

In reality, before Joanne came to rescue Laura from the Mike, Joanne had picked up the book and pushed Laura's bra discretely under the sofa. After deeply inhaling Laura's panties' damp crotch she stuck them in her pocket. She would make use of them later. Laura, in the meantime, as soon as Joanne left her alone for a moment, would worry for quite some time what happened to her panties.

"You know what, babe?" Joanne asked with a weary tone.

Laura took her seat at her computer. "No, Joanne, what?" Her voice barely concealing the fear and shame she felt.

"We've been working so damn hard this week. Monday is going to be a special day." She smiled at Laura, "If you're comfortable with me being nude, I think we'll start out with a Jacuzzi and then have some other delights and just lay about for the day. How's that sound? You'd be on the clock. That's a bonus of working for a lawyer like myself."

Laura blushed. The thought of seeing Joanne nude again both excited her and frightened her. "Hey," her voice cracked (Joanne ignored it), "um, sounds great. Uh, do you mind if I wear something though?"

"Oh, no, of course not. Although," out came the look, "my spa is really better experienced without clothing, but sure, bring a bathing suit or something. We are just going to pamper ourselves Monday."

Just then Joanne purposely dropped her hand to the fragrant and sticky wooden knob and feigned embarrassment. "Oh dear. Uh, Laura, why don't you call it a day," Joanne said as she lifted her hand slowly, looked at it and then sniffed it.

"What's wrong?" Laura asked trying to control the panic she felt wildly rising inside.

"Oh...You didn't sit here did you?"

"Uh...uh, no... Why? Oh my God Laura's mind screamed, she was busted!"

"Oh, I'm embarrassed to say it...uh I think I've been sleep walking and I must have soiled this arm rest."

Sam was still watching on the web cam back in the hotel room "Sleep walking? You gotta be fucking kidding me!" he screamed at the monitor. But Laura didn't give it a second thought - she was off the hook and she bought the sleepwalking story hook, line and sinker.

Laura gathered her bag and her umbrella, took a last glimpse of her bra near Joanne's heel, and headed for the door. "Hey, wait a minute." Joanne said. Laura froze and closed her eyes, stealing herself for being exposed.

Joanne came to Laura, hugged her tightly and kissed her on top of the head then held her at arms length with her smile and piercing, twinkling eyes. "Wow. This has been quite a day. I'm so glad, um, everything this morning, um, you know, worked out."

"Yeah, me too." And Laura awkwardly stretched upward to kiss Joanne on the cheek.

The panic and subsequent relief Laura felt when Joanne showed up and then thought the sticky mess on the sofa was her own and not Laura's put the fire in her belly out. Laura sped home eager to get into some comfortable clothes - and underwear.

When she looked at herself in her bathroom mirror she was shocked. Had she looked this way while she was at Joanne's? My God, how could Joanne not have noticed something was up?"

Most of Laura's red hair had fallen messily from the scrungy. Her eye makeup had run a bit from the work she did in the pantry and her lipstick was wildly smeared across her upper lip. If she had seen another woman whose face looked like her she would have assumed the woman had, at the very least, been engaged in some passionate kiss. But the kicker for Laura was her skirt and blouse. One of the buttons at waist of her skirt was completely undone and, in her rush to button her blouse she had misaligned not one button but two. It looked like she had buttoned her blouse in the dark or else had hastily buttoned up without regard for aligning the holes. When she turned around and looked in the mirror, her blouse was out in the back.

Laura didn't know what to think. When she started to replay the scene in the basement with Mike she immediately started to become aroused. No! she said to herself. She tried to calm herself and empty her mind. She took off her makeup, put on her favorite lounging sweats and took a nap.

When Sam was about to get home she got up, showered and dressed again for an evening out. A glass of wine took the edge off her guilt over almost sucking another man off; actually it took the edge of her guilt over wanting to suck another man off.

Sam brought flowers home and they went to their favorite restaurant. The evening was nice; Sam flirted shamelessly and she felt good. 

That night, Laura gave herself whole-heartedly to Sam in bed. Unexpectedly he produced a couple of leather ties. One he used to tie her wrists together and then to the headboard. The other, much longer, he looped around her throat and tied to the headboard. Sam was in a near frenzy as he worked, whispering obscenities under his breath. Laura lay quietly on her back allowing him to move her as he needed to in order to secure her to the bed.

After each time he whispered/hissed a name at her, fucking slut, sweet fucking cunt, bitch, fucking whore, with eyes wide and pleading, Laura would whisper an urgent, plaintive yes in agreement. When he had finished tying all the knots in place and her arms and throat were immobile he spat at her, "faithless cunt!" She whimpered, remembering her behavior of the day, "Yes, Sam! Yes, yes, I am."

Sam, though was oblivious to the near encounter with the deliveryman, thought nothing of her passionate admission of guilt (at least to her). He mounted her roughly, a hand on breast and throat. She arched her back as much as she could against the restraining throat strap and tried to take him as deeply as possible.

Laura began to cry and Sam momentarily wondered if he had hurt her or if she were upset and slowed his thrusting. "No! No!" Laura half whispered, half sobbed, "Sam, I feel good. You feel good. Fuck me. Do me, use me just like you did on our wedding night."

She gritted her teeth, a look of determination and lust on her face beneath the tears that were running down her cheeks, "Make me fucking feel it, Sam!

Sam did not ask any questions. Laura wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his body as he literally pummeled her against the mattress. And Laura came with intensity like she had never experienced.

The seduction continues in part 2. Please keep reading.

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Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 02



Spa Day and Allyson

Monday morning came and it was still raining. Laura sat on the side of the bed and looked out the bedroom window feeling unusually contented. Sam and her had made love twice on Saturday, once consensually on Sunday and once non-consensually sometime before dawn on Monday morning.

In the almost complete darkness of their bed room, Sam rolled her to her back, ripped open her nightgown down to her belly, pulled the pillows from under her head and held her flat against the mattress by her throat, awkwardly mounted her in the dark and slapped her breasts and called her names as he fucked her quickly and roughly, with no regard for her pleasure.

She rolled over to masturbate, enjoying the swollen wetness of her cunt and the slippery goo on her fingers. She tasted it and to her surprise she didn't find the taste or feel of the stuff unpleasant. She then fell back asleep, her naked breasts and belly pressed against his back. Sam murmured, "I love you." She giggled quietly and slapped him on the ass. "I love you too, rapist," she whispered as she kissed his shoulder.

Sitting on the side of the bed looking out the window she smiled to herself. She loved how he had taken her in her sleep the most, she thought.

When she got to Joanne's house that morning, Joanne met her at the door as usual except that Joanne's robe was completely open and she was completely naked underneath. With Joanne's penetrating look, the smile and twinkling eyes, Joanne stepped back from the door and asked, "So, is it naked or did you bring something?"

Laura was momentarily confused and then she realized today was spa day. "Uh...," Laura's face reddened, "I forgot to bring anything..."

Joanne cut her off with a look of delight on her face, "Fabulous, my dear! Please forgive me for saying this to a Christian sister but I've been dying for a look at that body of yours! Come on, dear. Show me." Joanne reached out and took Laura's hand and pulled her to the Jacuzzi room. Laura did not resist and she felt her sex grow heavy with blood and her nipples push against her bra as she walked to the Jacuzzi. My god, she thought, she was getting turned on!

Joanne dropped her robe nonchalantly and stepped into the Jacuzzi. She watched expectantly as Laura sat her brief case in the corner of the room and turned her back to the spa and slowly started to undress. When Laura was down to bra, slip and panties Joanne decided to goad Laura along. "Come on dear. It's not nice to keep your mistress, oh shit! Sorry! It's not polite to keep your employer waiting!"

Laura giggled nervously, felt a thrill run through her body at Joanne's use of the word mistress. "Yes, ma'am." She quickly finished stripping and turned to face Joanne, a deep red flush extending up from underneath the curve of her breasts (with hardened nipples) to her hairline.

"Oh," Joanne gasped, "my God, I see now why Sam is so hopelessly in love with you! You're beautiful. Like Venus rising from the sea! Come on, hop in." 

As Laura walked down the steps into the spa Joanne stared at Laura's bright red sex hair forming the delta between Laura's porcelain white thighs and her soft, full belly and hips.

Oh Lord Jesus! Joanne thought to herself, keeping myself from just taking her here and now is going to require will power! Joanne so wanted to take Laura then and there and ravish her, sucking the nectar between Laura's sex lips and roughly handling Laura's small, loose breasts. Joanne wanted to hear Laura scream in submission and pleasure. Not yet. Not yet!

Laura slipped under the hot water to her chin. Joanne leaned her head back against the head rest and finally (Laura thought) closed her eyes, her arms spread along the rim of the spa. After a few minutes of silence between the two Joanne raised her head and opened her eyes. "There, not so bad, eh?" 

Laura felt the jets of water swirl around her body and in between her legs and just relaxed. "No, Anne, this is great!"

Joanne smiled. "Excellent, my dear." The head went back and the eyes closed again.

They soaked in silence for several minutes with just the whir of the water jets and the frothing water. Laura was looking up at the ceiling. "Anne, may I ask a personal question?"

"Certainly my dear. What?" Joanne sort of hummed.

"I, uh, I don't quite understand the books in the library, or the case we're working on."

Joanne opened her eyes and looked at Laura, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I know you are a devout woman and you have all those Christian books in one section of shelf and then right next to those are all those sex books. And then we're working on a case defending three people who want to be married. I..."

"Ah," Joanne said with a smile, "I think I understand. You're wondering how I can reconcile my Faith with my sexuality, right?"

"Well, uh, yeah." 

Joanne made an enormous calculated move. She caressed Laura's calf with her toes. Laura jumped and squealed in surprise. Joanne stayed calm, seeking Laura's eyes and slowly advancing her foot up and down the length of Laura's leg, gradually working up to the inside of Laura's thigh. Joanne couldn't tell it and Laura didn't realize it but when Laura felt Joanne touch her thigh Laura spread her legs.

"Laura," Joanne's voice was quiet and gently commanding, "do my toes feel good against your skin?" 

Laura locked eyes with Joanne, her body fairly shivering at the pleasure of their contact. "Yes." 

"And God created us?"

"Yes."

"So, there are two philosophical positions: One, God made us capable of experiencing such pleasure so that He can condemn us while watching us squirm like maggots as we enjoy the delights that He has made our bodies capable of enjoying. The heavenly taste of triple chocolate cake, the warmth of sweet wine, and the way you feel now as I touch you. He's a giant voyeur. In which case I have no use for that kind of god. He can go get stuffed, as the Brits would say.

"Or, two, God means for us to experience, within certain limits, those pleasures and He takes delight in our happiness. In which case, He's happy watching us now as we enjoy His gifts and pleasures. And, in which case, I will worship and serve Him until He takes me to Heaven and for all eternity.

"I believe the latter. The 'certain boundaries' I mentioned are set within Scripture and if you are a true disciple of Christ, you will realize what those boundaries are and that nothing we've done in terms of enjoying each other's nudity or my touch violates those boundaries."

Laura's eyes were wide. She couldn't assimilate all the information that Joanne had just given her but it sounded... well, she didn't quite know how it sounded. Joanne took one last slow rub of Laura's thigh. Laura laid her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes and moaned, though it was hard to hear over the churning of the water. And again, unbeknownst to either of them, Laura responded to Joanne's caress by scooting her pelvis forward and spreading her legs as wide as she could. Joanne took notice of Laura's faint moan and her closed eyes and smiled to herself.

Joanne looked up at the clock, "Time for our massages, dear." And she pressed a button near her hand. A young, tall, dusky skinned girl with jet-black hair, wearing a small terrycloth robe appeared.

"Laura, this is Allyson. She's one of my massage therapists. Allyson, this is Mrs. Williams. You will show her the same courtesy and expertise as you give to me."

Allyson bowed her head slightly, "Certainly Mrs. Durham. It will be my honor to serve you both this morning."

Allyson held out her hand to Laura, "May I help you from the spa, Mrs. Williams?" Laura looked at Joanne, who smiled and nodded her approval, and then back to Allyson. Laura held out her hand and Allyson helped her out and then took a large towel and began gently drying Laura's body. No one had dried Laura's body since Laura's mother in kindergarten or first grade.

The girl worked quickly. Laura was holding her breath wondering just how thorough Allyson was going to be. Before Laura could complete the thought Allyson moved the towel quickly between Laura's legs. The pressure was firm and the roughness of the terrycloth felt wonderful. Laura gave a little squeal, giggled nervously and looked at Joanne who was beaming ear-to-ear watching Laura being dried. Before Laura had time to react to the towel on her sex Allyson had already finished and Laura found herself being helped into a long terrycloth robe.

"Mrs. Williams, I'm set up just inside the door to the deck. It's still a bit cool outside. If you'll go on up and lie on your stomach, I'll be there in just a few minutes. Just try to relax while you're waiting."

"Sure." Laura looked at Joanne, standing in the spa. Her body nude and glistening.

"Go on lover, I'll be along soon." Joanne gave Laura the look making Laura all but forget Joanne had just called her lover.

With Laura out of the room Joanne stepped toward Allyson and hissed quietly, "What are you still doing dressed my little bitch?"

Allyson looked quickly at the floor, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't know how to act with Mrs. Williams."

Joanne spied a glance toward the doorway. She could tell by the shadow Laura was still there and within earshot. She smiled; time for a little show for Laura. She slowly undid Allyson's belt to her robe. She took Allyson by the chin, "Look up, my pet. You behaved very nicely and since you were such a good girl I'll give you a treat." Allyson's face brightened. "Provided that we keep in mind pet that we can't keep Mrs. Williams waiting. So what's your pleasure, lover?" 

"Would you get off by humping my thigh while you press me to the wall?" Allyson asked expectantly. 

Joanne looked toward the doorway again and smiled as she saw a wisp of Laura's red hair pull back out of sight. "Mm, that sounds so nice but wouldn't you rather have me do something for you?"

Laura watched with wide eyes as Joanne practically flung Allyson against the wall and then pressed her body against Allyson's. Laura saw Allyson's long, leanly muscled leg part Joanne's legs, saw Joanne pin Allyson's wrists above her head against the wall with one hand and wrap her arm around the girl's upper back, pulling the girl's body hard against Joanne. And then she saw Joanne begin to hump against Allyson's thigh.

Laura heard Joanne talking to Allyson in quiet, commanding tones: "That's it, pet, that's it...take my entire nipple...take it...take it and suck. Hmm, that's it baby." Allyson moved her head to suck one of Joanne's large nipples and Joanne sinuously rocked her hips, humping harder and hissing loudly at the pleasure of the new position and action.

After a few moments, Allyson let the nipple fall from her lips and kissed up Joanne's chest and the delicate side of Joanne's throat. Allyson looked over Joanne's shoulder, her head slowly moving back and forth as Joanne vigorously used the girl. Allyson and Laura locked eyes. Laura could see a smoldering kind of pleasure and lust in Allyson's eyes. She was enjoying being used by Joanne. Then Joanne jerked Allyson's body tighter to her and humped even harder. Laura heard both of them grunt with the tighter contact. Laura was fascinated by what she was hearing and seeing. Laura opened her robe, cupped a breast and began thumbing a nipple. She'd never actually seen two people, in person, in real life and real time have sex, of any sort and, like looking at the picture book in the library she was aroused.

Allyson found Laura's eyes again. Before nuzzling Joanne's throat then kissing her way back down to a nipple Allyson smiled her approval to Laura that Laura was getting off on the scene. Laura used her other hand to finger her sex. Allyson's smile broadened.

Laura was on the verge of coming. But then she noticed again the red welts on Joanne's back that she'd seen last week. Realizing the welts looked like whip marks took Laura over the edge: Joanne let someone whip her like one of the women she fantasized about in the picture book. Laura slumped against the wall, her fingers now working furiously on her clit, breast and nipple. Laura sought Allyson's eyes to show her the pleasure she was experiencing. Laura felt so brazen; so out of control. Allyson smiled her approval broadly as her body rocked against the wall by Joanne's heavier body. Joanne was licking and biting Allyson's underarm and then moved down to work her breasts.

Joanne's body moved quicker, her obscenities quickened, sounding more vicious and breathless. Allyson brought her other leg up over Joanne's hip as she watched Laura slump against the wall with her orgasm. The contractions of Laura's orgasm were especially intense; they were fading when Laura startled and thought she heard someone near where they were. She rapidly closed her robe and bolted for the deck area and one of the masseuses' tables set up there.

Joanne let Allyson's wrists go. Allyson dropped her arms to Joanne's shoulders in a tight hug. She stood on tiptoe and whispered into Joanne's ear, "She saw everything, Mistress. And Mrs. Williams fucked herself and came while she watched us."

"You, my pet," Joanne said between deep passionate kisses and deep breaths, "are a very, very good girl."

Joanne pressed her forehead to Allyson's, smiled. "Oh, what am I going to do when you and Rico and Harry decide to leave, baby?"

Allyson smiled and gently bit Joanne's lower lip, "I think, given Mrs. Williams' umm, enthusiasm, you won't even miss me." 

"Hmm, maybe, my pet, maybe; time will tell. Listen. I want you to take Mrs. Williams as far as you think you can but don't force yourself on her. She's not quite there yet."

"I understand."

Joanne pressed off the wall and stood; a tremor running through her body. "Hey, come over tonight, if Harry and Rico will let you. I want to eat that wonderful cunt of yours."

"Is that an order, Mistress?"

"Uh, yeah, it's an order."

"Then I'll be here at 6."

Joanne kissed Allyson passionately one last time, slowly breaking their kiss, "Plan to stay all night. I want to have you in my bed when I wake up in the morning." 

Allyson smiled and tenderly kissed Joanne. "I love it when you say things like that."

Five minutes later Joanne and Allyson came upstairs, both in their robes, and both looking as if the entire scene in the spa room had never happened. Joanne dropped her robe and slowly stretched out on her belly like a cat onto the empty massage table. Again Laura saw the welts. This time she was closer and in better light and she gasped. They looked painful, like Joanne had been whipped viciously.

Joanne turned her face toward Laura, laying her cheek on the back of her hands. "You've noticed my love marks. You have that shocked look that they always produce for people lucky enough to see my bare back."

Laura answered nervously with a question, "Love marks? But those look so painful."

Joanne turned on the look, "They were; exquisitely, blissfully painful. But they are from my lover and I love them. I have a lover, Laura. He has a wife. He does things to me that his wife will not let him do to her. But that's not why he is with me." Joanne hesitated and smiled a happy, introspective smile, "Well, a small part of our relationship perhaps. The crop marks..."

"Crop marks?"

"...riding crop marks, my dear, like jockeys use on thoroughbred horses, are from when he whips me. Afterwards he may tie me up and make love to me violently. He may just tie me up and look at me or look at me and call me names. I'm his bitch, his whore, his slut, his fucktoy, his fuckmeat, and his cumbag. I think his favorite name he calls me, though I haven't told him, is fuckmeat. I let him use me for his pleasure, however he wants. And Laura, my love I love every moment of it."

Laura was absolutely shocked and her look showed it.

Joanne smiled, "A little too much information, my dear?"

"Well...I, uh...I've just never thought about it, I guess. But, uh, what about cheating on his wife? Don't you feel, as a Christian, that's wrong?"

"No. And there are several reasons. First of all, I wouldn't have anything to do with my lover if he was not madly, passionately in love and devoted to his wife. We're trying to bring her into the relationship so she has her rightful place as wife. If it's successful then the three of us will be similar to the relationship of the people involved in the case we're researching. What do you think of the people we're doing this case for? Are they sinning?"

"Well...they seem to have quite a well adjusted relationship. I've, uh, I've found myself being envious of the life they share - sometimes. But..." 

"It's still foreign to your frame of reference, right?" Joanne interrupted.

"Yeah. What will make you and your lover's life different than the case we're researching?"

"Um, if we bring his wife into the relationship, whom I know and I love very dearly though, sadly, she doesn't know my feelings for her; the only major difference will be our sexuality. We'll be "kinky," Joanne said with a smile. "But if his wife doesn't want to join and/or is hurt by my relationship with her husband then her husband and I part company probably. I love him so much but I have a problem with dishonesty once the truth is out there. If he were deliberately hurting her by lying to her while he used me for his pleasure...I don't know; it wouldn't be right. 

"We don't want to hurt her emotionally and that is the sin; that is the unfaithfulness. Love isn't about sex but about the underlying relationships, the underlying feelings between two people, or three, or four or more. 

"In a Christian context, the relationship between husband and wife is really based in their individual relationship with the Lord and not with each other." 

Joanne could see Laura's mind working. "I'll have to think this out. I'll have some more questions...if you don't mind."

"I won't mind at all. I hired you to help me because you can think, not because of your stunning sex appeal to me, dear."

Stunning sex appeal for Laura??!! Laura didn't know what to think; she felt so plain, so non-sexual but...the deliveryman, he was very handsome and he wanted her so badly. She'd just chalked his advances up to her belief that all men would just about fuck anything that moved. Now Joanne, a refined, handsome woman said she appealed to her - sexually!

Joanne could see the confusion on Laura's face. Joanne smiled, then sighed and turned away from Laura as Allyson continued Joanne's massage. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Laura's Turn with Allyson

Joanne's massage was over and now Allyson came to Laura. "I'll see you in my sitting room upstairs when you two are through," Joanne said as she bent and kissed Laura's cheek, Joanne's hand lightly caressing up Laura's bare back. "Enjoy it all, Laura," she whispered. "And I mean, enjoy all Allyson does to you. She's quite special."

Laura's body, thanks to the nature of their research, thanks to Joanne's pheromone perfume and "air fresheners" and thanks to Joanne's openness, had been on sexual simmer since her arrival at Joanne's. As soon as the warm oil and Allyson's strong hands touched her back she felt her lust rise to a new level. After a few minutes of Allyson's ministrations, Laura asked, "Why did you let Mrs. Durham use you?"

There was a silence from Allyson though her hands kept moving. Finally Allyson spoke, "Because I love her. I love her to use me for her pleasure. I will do anything for her. I enjoy bringing pleasure to the people I love. And, I enjoy the pleasure she gives to me. She's a very special person to me."

Laura didn't say anything else. Allyson finished Laura's back and legs in silence. "Okay, Mrs. Williams, time to do the other side." 




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 02



Laura sighed, started to turn over without thinking that massages she was used to were limited to the back of the body. "Uh, you want me to turn over?"

"If you want to," Allyson said matter-of-factly, with no hint of guile, "Mrs. Durham said to make sure I gave you the full massage if you wanted it."

Laura rolled to her back tightly clutching her towel to her breasts. But she relinquished the towel without comment or resistance when Allyson slowly ran a hand over Laura's and took the towel while Allyson ran her fingertips across Laura's belly.

Allyson's hand's felt divine as she slowly massaged Laura's breasts, belly and hips.

Allyson's hands moved to Laura's shoulders and throat. "Mrs. Williams, please relax completely for me. I'm going to do something special and massage the front and side of your throat. Because of the arteries there you may feel lightheaded. If it makes you feel uncomfortable just tell me and I'll stop at once. Okay?"

"Sure."

"Oh God..." Laura whispered hoarsely as Allyson kneaded and caressed. Laura's face bore an ecstatic smile. "This is soooo nice, Allyson. So nice." 

After what seemed like an eternity feeling Allyson's hands on her throat and upper shoulders. After watching Allyson's navel ring move hypnotically as Allyson moved. After enjoying Allyson's wonderful sweet/musky scent Laura felt Allyson's hands move to her hips and then down further to the top of her thighs.

Then they were on the inside of her thighs.

And then it took Laura's mind moments to catch up with her body. Allyson slid a well-oiled hand between Laura's well distended labia, two fingers slowly slipping in and gently but firmly curling inside her sex and then moving over her mons and off her body entirely. 

Allyson sighed loudly; there was the sound of fingers being sucked and licked.

Laura sat bolt upright on the table, her eyes wide, her breath on the verge of being out of control.

Allyson was naked, her lean, dusky body shiny with sweat. She was licking her fingers. With the smile of a child with an ice cream cone Allyson held out her fingers, covered in a watery, milky colored slime, "Is this Mr. Williams, ma'am? Mixed with your musk it has a very nice taste. May I use my tongue?"

Laura was shocked speechless but at the same time she was so aroused by Allyson. Finally she found her voice, barely, "Uh, uh, excuse me, uh What?!" Laura ran her hands through her hair and then covered her breasts. I'm sorry, WHAT?!

"May I use my mouth on your sex, Mrs. Williams? This is really very good." Allyson stuck her fingers in her mouth again, like a child absorbed with a very good lollipop.

Laura's answer startled her. And Joanne, watching the scene from the doorway, was startled and delighted too.

Slowly, her voice cracking slightly, Laura said, "Yes. Please."

And then Laura spread her legs as wide as she could.

Barely audibly Allyson said, "I love it when a beautiful older woman like yourself spreads for me. Thank you, Mrs. Williams. I think you are a very sensual, beautiful woman, Mrs. Williams." And with that Allyson put her hand on Laura's chest and gently pushed Laura flat on her back. Then Allyson crawled up on the table and settled with a sigh and a flip of her dark hair, between Laura's thighs.

Laura, forgetting the possibility that Joanne might hear, was very vocal. Sam's face had a beard and she loved it when he went down on her but Allyson... Laura had never experienced the feeling of such smooth, soft skin and soft hair between her thighs or the softness and light probing touch of Allyson's lips and tongue. Laura thought she was in heaven as Allyson lightly flicked Laura's clit from the underside of the hood.

In ten minutes Laura was arching her back off the table, her fingers tightly entwined in Allyson's hair and crying out in obscenities. As her orgasm throbbed through her, Laura's body slumped flat on the massage table. She was panting and seemed to Allyson to be a bit dazed.

Allyson slowly slid from her position on the table and stood next to Laura's body, lightly running her fingers along Laura's belly and breasts.

"Did I please you, Mrs. Williams?" Allyson asked quietly.

Laura was trembling, her body shiny with Allyson's massage oil and her own sweat. Laura sat up abruptly and ran her hands through her hair again. She looked at Allyson with wide eyes and answered Allyson's question by reaching out for Allyson, hugging her close and deeply kissing her. Allyson offered her tongue to suck; as Laura sucked it slowly she ran her hands over Allyson's breasts, massaging them in her hands.

God, this all felt so incredible! Laura thought to herself. But wait! What was she doing?! Laura broke their kiss and pulled back, a look of fear and confusion in her eyes. She started to say Allyson's name when Allyson whispered, "Take your pleasure with me. It's okay. Really."

Take my pleasure?! What did that mean? but before Laura could think more Allyson closed the distance between them and took Laura's mouth. Laura relaxed. She moved her hands slowly from Allyson's breasts down her sides. Allyson mewled quietly at Laura's caresses. Allyson broke the kiss and put her chin over Laura's shoulder as Laura's fingers sought Allyson's sex.

Allyson stood on tiptoes and bowed her legs slightly to let Laura finger her.

"That's it, Mrs. Williams. Touch me there. Oh. Oh, yes. That's so nice. So nice." Allyson nuzzled Laura's throat and slipped her tongue into Laura's ear.

It was the first time in Laura's life she had ever kissed a woman on the mouth; the first time she had French kissed anyone other than Sam and the first time she touched another woman's sex or touched another woman in any way but platonically. Allyson was warm, slick and swollen. Allyson grunted and held herself tighter to Laura as Laura inserted two fingers into Allyson's cunt. "Yes," Allyson whispered - breathed - into Laura's ear. "More. Please more, Mrs. Williams."

Laura was unsure as to what to do once her fingers were inside Allyson so she slightly curled her fingers and then pistoned them as Sam did with her. Laura didn't know it but she was directly rubbing Allyson's G-spot with a vigorous pressure and this was driving Allyson crazy with pleasure. Allyson's body started to move rhythmically against Laura's fingers and then suddenly broke her rhythm as her orgasm overtook her.

Laura felt Allyson's sex muscles contract around her fingers; felt the little spasms in Allyson's body and heard her whimper at the pleasure. She knew what this meant. She had given another woman an orgasm. She didn't know she whether she was more stunned from what she'd just accomplished or from the fact she had done it at all. 

Allyson pulled back, Laura's fingers sliding out of Allyson with a liquid snick. Allyson kissed Laura on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you so much. That was very nice and very kind of you to pleasure me." Then Allyson turned toward the empty table and started to clean up as if what just happened between them was as normal as rain.

Laura simply starred, her left hand still in roughly the same position it was when she was fingering Allyson and slick and shiny with Allyson's fluids.

Uncertainly Laura brought her hand to her nose and sniffed the fine sheen of Allyson's moisture coating her fingers. The smell was pungent - and pleasant. Laura tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to her fingers and then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked noisily.

Allyson looked up from her work with a big smile, "Mrs. Durham is going to be missing you. But, uh, Mrs. Williams, tell me, please, do I taste good to you?"

Laura was still wide eyed and flushed from arousal mixed with her own shock and embarrassment at the whole incident; she didn't know what to think or how to feel. "Uh, yeah," Laura laughed nervously, "yeah, you, uh do. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure, Mrs. Williams. Maybe," Allyson said seductively, "we could do this again sometime. I'm sure Mrs. Durham wouldn't mind."

"Why...why would Mrs. Durham mind if you gave me another massage and we uh...well, you know...?"

"Oh," Allyson said with a smile, "Mrs. Durham and I have sort of a relationship. Out of respect for her love I would ask her permission but as much as she cares for you I'm sure she'd approve." (It never occurred to Laura that for Allyson to have have done what she'd done and for Laura to have made out with Allyson had been pre-approved by Joanne.)

Relationship? As much as Joanne cares for me? Laura turned those thoughts over and over in her mind. Had she fallen down the rabbit hole? she wondered. Would the Mad Hatter being showing up today?

This was all too much for Laura to process; way too much. She quickly scooted off the massage table, grabbed her robe and headed for Joanne's sitting room - barely giving Joanne enough time to get to her own room and get settled as she had been watching the entire scene.

"Spa Day," from Joanne's perspective was a huge success.

~~~~~~~~~~

Joanne and Laura Bond

The next afternoon after "Spa Day" Joanne took off her reading glasses, stretched and rubbed her eyes. "This is why I retired. Too damn much reading. I'd rather be fucking with some attorney's head in a courtroom."

Joanne looked at the clock; it was going on four. "You and Sam have any plans tonight?" she asked.

Laura didn't hear anything Joanne had just said. She was absorbed in a personal fantasy, headphones plugged in to her PC, watching a 22 second porn clip of a petite bodied, small breasted, young blond being used by six or seven black men.

You new guys, don't just stand there with your dicks in your hands! Get some dicks in the bitch! Get some dicks in the bitch and ride her till she's worn out! a black man from off camera was shouting as the young woman stood in a circle of black men with a dazed expression on her face. Her chin, throat and breasts were shiny with sperm; her hair tangled and damp and her body shimmering with sweat. Another group had apparently already used the young blond.

Immediately the man closest to the blond's ass lifted her off the floor by the hips and plunged his cock deep into her. The blond squealed a high pitch protest, followed by a breathy string of mostly unintelligible words; pleadings mixed with her pleasure mixed with obscenities meant to inflame the lusts of her users.

The man inside her awkwardly pushed her forward into the belly of another man who took her by her hair with one hand and, with his other hand, he fed his large cock head into the blond's mouth causing her to momentarily splutter and choke - before she began sucking the plum-sized head in dazed eagerness, making obscene, wet noises with her mouth as she worked. 

Joanne sat back and watched Laura's concentration as she clicked off one clip and on to another. Laura's eyes were wide, she was breathing shallowly through her mouth, her chest and face were flush and she was absentmindedly chewing on her lower lip.

Joanne wanted to get up and stand behind Laura to watch along with her but she dare not move. Laura thought she was getting away with watching; Joanne didn't want to spoil the illusion. Beside, Joanne thought, I just like looking at her this way.

The next clip Laura clicked on was of two women lying on a bed. A woman lay nude on her back partially propped up on pillows; she looked young, innocent and frightened. An older woman - shrewish, mean and hard-edged with a big belly and big loose breasts – was propped on her elbows partially between the young woman's lower legs.

The older woman was vigorously attempting to eat the younger woman's sex.

The young woman was just as vigorously trying to keep the older woman at bay with cries and whimpers; she was trying, weakly, to keep her thighs shut, denying the older woman access to the younger woman's clearly dewy and swollen cunt; the lips of her sex looked fully flowered out and her clit was full, dewy and prominent.

Finally, the older woman tired of the young woman's resistance. First she rose up and slapped the young woman hard across the face, momentarily quieting her. 

"Sorry baby, just try to relax," the older woman said gently as she caressed the young woman's face and one of her breasts. "I'll make you feel good. Real good, baby," the older woman said in a quiet, matronly voice. She kept smiling and kept her eyes locked with the younger woman's as she eased back, partially on her belly and partially on her elbows; slowly using her upper body to part the young woman's knees.

Thinking that the young woman was sufficiently pacified, the older woman prepared to move forward to finally get to feast on the young woman's tender and open sex.

But just then, the young woman tried to close her thighs. The older woman was clearly angered by this move; she feinted another slap to the young woman's face (causing the young woman to flinch defensively). Instead she slapped the young woman's thigh, leaving a blazing red hand print on the soft white thigh.

The young woman cried sharply and then sniffled a bit. The older woman pressed her hand over the stinging handprint and pressed the young woman's thigh to the bed.

"Keep your legs open for me you silly little bitch!" the older woman spat at the finally subdued young woman; any gentleness that was in the older woman's voice earlier was gone. It was replaced with a thick, ugly tone that Laura took for cruelty and lust.

In less than a second after Laura's thought, the older woman smiled a wicked smile and bent her head to the delicacy before her.

The young woman whimpered and then drew in a sharp breath with a high, fluttering pitch before arching her back off the bed and moaning; making urgent and approving noises as the older woman's mouth and fingers made contact with the young woman's ripe sex.

"Uh, Laura, dear?" Joanne interjected.

"Hmmmm?! What? I'm sorry, Joanne! I was just absorbed in the, ummm, you know, the research."

Laura rapidly clicked off the clip and pulled her earphones off. Joanne almost laughed. Instead she smiled and said, "That's okay. I was just asking if you and Sam had plans tonight."

"Um, no. Sam had to take a quick trip down to Baton Rouge to meet with his new client. I'm all alone tonight."

"Well then, want to hit the town with me then? I'll get us a town car and we'll have some dinner and maybe a movie or we could shop..."

"Dinner and a movie sounds great, Anne. Thanks."

"Why don't you head home then. Get a shower, rest a bit. I'll pick you up around 8'ish. It'll take me a while to make arrangements. The Cheesecake Factory on The Plaza sound good for dinner?"

"Oh my, Anne, yes! I absolutely love it."

"Great. Now get going, girl! We may be out late. Uh, lover," Joanne hesitated, "no. Never mind."

"No, what Joanne?" (This time lover never registered but Laura answered in a tone as if she were talking to Sam.)

"Oh, it's silly. I'd be, uh, embarrassed."

"Please?"

"Well, okay." Joanne looked away and acted nervous, fidgeting with her pen, "would you mind if I brought you something to wear for the evening?"

That's interesting. Laura thought but she wanted to please Joanne so... "Well, uh, okay. Uh, what is it?"

Joanne turned to face Laura and turned on the look, any sign of embarrassment gone. "Oh, it's a surprise, dear. But great! I'll still be over at eight. It's very simple. I think you'll look fabulous in it."

"Well, if you say so." Laura said tentatively. She started to shutdown her computer; Joanne waved her off. "Out! Out! Don't worry about your PC. You go and get ready. I hate my dates to be late; especially on the first one."

"Date?," Laura asked with an involuntary blush and a voluntary smile - now feeling more strange than ever with this situation.

Joanne heard the confusion mixed with curiosity in Laura's voice and smiled too - inwardly. Joanne played innocent, "A date between girl friends, silly. Has your research today kindled a warmth in your belly, dear?"

"Kindled a warmth in my belly?" Laura asked with a confused smile.

"Reading about all those peoples' love lives and sex practices? Do you think I'm trying to seduce you? Are you just a little turned on dear? That's what I call warmth in your belly.

"It's the crown of your womanhood, the seat of your power, the place that intensifies and radiates the exquisite pleasure produced between your legs by your most tender and sensitive flesh."

Laura's mouth was wide open, her chest and face bright red - again. She was turned on - by the raw lust in the porn clips she'd been watching and by Joanne's odd words and manner in just the last few minutes. She was completely at a loss as to what to say. It was just too strange.

Joanne laughed, breaking the tension. "Oh, I'm sorry love. It's been a long day for both of us. Those sociological studies you've been reading today can be as dry and boring as legal opinions."

Laura looked at her watch. She hadn't been reading those stories for the last three hours! Oh my GOD! She'd been porn surfing for the last three hours, she thought. She couldn't believe that she'd been doing it that long and now she felt doubly guilty.

"Uh..." Laura stammered, "yeah, those sociologists! Whew! You just can't stop reading!" she joked, half-heartedly.

Joanne leaned back in her chair, stretched again and folded her forearms on top of her head. She looked completely at ease. "Come here, give me a hug and a kiss and then get going."

Laura picked up her bag and went to Joanne. She bent down and kissed Joanne lightly on the cheek - like a daughter kisses her mother.

Before Laura could pull back, Joanne quickly brought her hands down around the sides of Laura's face and stole a kiss from Laura's lips.

Laura slowly pulled back, her eyes locked with the dazzling sparkle in Joanne's eyes. Joanne had an odd smile on her face. Just before her fingertips broke contact with Laura's soft cheeks Joanne said in a quiet, low voice, "Do you think Sam realizes what an incredible sexual animal you are? Such a woman; such a fine thoroughbred," Joanne seemed to be speaking to herself. Laura simply couldn't believe it. The Mad Hatter and the Queen would be showing up any second; Laura was all but certain. 

Laura laughed nervously at the deepening strangeness of the situation, "Oh, Joanne!" she fairly squealed. "What are you trying to do to me?"

Joanne's smile broadened and she said, simply and in a tone a lover uses to confess their love for their new paramour, "Seduce you."

Laura was again stunned speechless; a silly grin on her face. Joanne stood up, laughed and hugged Laura like a mother hugging her daughter. "You have to get moving girl! See you around 8, babe," and she gently pushed her away.

Seduce me?? Laura's mind reeled as she walked out the door. She called me an incredible sexual animal and a fine thoroughbred! What's that all about? God! Laura's mind just couldn't grasp Joanne's words and actions - the soft kiss and caress – balanced against all the pictures and clips she'd seen over the last three hours. She wished she could talk to Sam. She wished she could fuck Sam. Right now. But, as far as talking was concerned, she had no idea what to even say. Uh Sam, you know your friend Joanne? Yeah, funny thing, she wants to seduce me. Yeah, that's right. Wild, eh? It was just too bizarre for Laura to even think about.

Instead of getting in the car and driving to some shopping mall parking lot to relieve her sexual tension, she sat in Joanne's driveway and masturbated - feverishly.

She tried to concentrates on the black men using the small blond; she bent her shoulders forward, pulled her skirt up and her panties aside and jammed two fingers inside her sex. As she rubbed the roof of her cunt her mind drifted to another clip she'd seen earlier of two women kissing sensually.




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 02



As she brought her fingers out, sliding them up between her slick lips to pinch and pull her swollen clit, her mind clicked to the scene between the older woman and the younger woman. She threw her head back against the headrest, panting through bared, gritted teeth.

She was almost there; she was so close to coming, to gaining relief from all the lust built up inside her when her mind filled with the image of Joanne's face and Joanne calling her a thoroughbred.

She sucked her upper lip in and quickly unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her blouse, sliding two fingers inside her bra to pull a stiff nipple. She also sent a finger down from her clit, between her lips, to the opening of her cunt.

Seduce you echoed in her mind. Her finger curled inside and slid along the roof of her cunt - Joanne's face was now so close to Laura's in her mind and her fingertips on Laura's face felt so cool and soft - and with a series of stifled cries Laura came.

Laura let the sensations sweep over her body, felt her "belly be warmed" (she smiled at Joanne's language) and floated for a long moment.

The applause of three Latino lawn care workers standing at the front of Laura's car jarred Laura from her revelries. She smiled an embarrassed smile, nodded her head to them to acknowledge their applause, turned the key and practically burned rubber getting out of the driveway. The workers were still applauding.

~~~~~~~~~~

Joanne waited until she heard the front door close then she stood up, put her reading glasses back on and went to Laura's computer.

"Let's see what we've been researching today, my little pet," Joanne said to herself with a smile as she clicked on the web browser's history button.

Joanne watched with mild surprise the last two clips Laura had been watching.

The third and fourth clips Joanne thought were especially interesting. Laura had scribbled the file names of the clips on her legal pad. Next to the file names, in Laura's hand, were written, "Very Good," over a line and then, "Take them home!"

The third clip was of two women; both looked approximately the same age and both were tall. One woman was blond, her hair falling wildly in curls around her face and shoulders. She had voluptuous breasts and a belly; her thighs were full, long muscled and powerful. She wore only a man's white dress shirt, completely open.

The other woman was completely naked, her black hair cut severely with a razor, like a young boy's. Her body was willowy and boyish too, her breasts more nipple and areola than anything else; there being only the slightest gentle rise of tissue up from her chest to form her breasts. Her belly was flat and hard and her hips were boyishly - or virginally - slender.

The women stood entwined against a wall, their fingers slowly caressing each other's faces, each other's throats, collar bones, arms and breasts. They made soft, gentle, quiet noises of delight as they explored each other.

They were kissing: slowly and deeply. The sounds they made as their tongues and lips slid against each other were like gentle drops of rain. 

The blond smiled, stuck out her tongue as a plump, juicy offering. Her partner smiled too, slowly encasing her partner's tongue with her full and shiny lips and sucking it gently like one sucks a very sweet, succulent orange slice.

The clip, almost 30 seconds long, ended as the women moved closer together, their hands headed down each other's bodies. The naked woman giggled, pressed her face against her partner's shoulder and arched her hips out. As her partner made obvious contact with the naked woman's sex, she closed her eyes, a very contented smile on her face.

Joanne took a deep breath and smiled contentedly herself. You have excellent taste, my lover Joanne thought to herself as the clip faded to black. Joanne's sex was heavy with blood and her nipples were tight against her tee shirt.

The fourth clip was of a man and a woman, in the parking garage of an office building. It was a "rape" clip. It was extremely violent though from the look on the woman's face, her noises and the way she moved her body in response to her "attacker" there was no doubt to any viewer that the woman wanted and was enjoying everything she was getting.

Joanne watched the clip a few more times and then sighed. She raised a leg in her chair, pulled her knit running shorts aside and fingered herself. 

As Joanne felt her orgasm approaching she wasn't going to delay it; fully aroused by the four previous clips she closed her eyes. She let the audio of the clip keep playing while she moved her fingers quickly through her slickness and over her clit, whispering, over and over, "That's it Marci, you sweet fucking cunt! You cheap slut! Take me! Take all of me inside you! Take it! Now!"

In her mind Joanne had an old girlfriend on all fours as she fucked her roughly with a strapon dildo. In her mind, as the woman in the porn clip came from her "rapist's" vicious and cruel fucking, her old girlfriend, Marci, was screaming her pleasure under Joanne's assault too.

When Joanne got her composure back she clicked off the clip, smelled then licked her fingers with considerable delight, ran her fingers through her short hair as if to clean them and then picked up the phone.

"Hey babe, I was literally just thinking of you. Got any plans for tonight?"

~~~~~~~~~~

It was 7:30. Laura sat naked at her vanity in the bedroom, her robe around her waist. She hadn't showered, she didn't know if she was going to. Laura looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair disheveled, her face shiny with oil and her small breasts sagging toward her belly.

She hadn't thought about the strange time at Joanne's; she willed herself not to think about it but now... Joanne would be at the door in a half hour for their date. She didn't have a clue as to what to do. 

She didn't know whether all that business at Joanne's was earnest flirting or whether Laura had just let her sensibilities and her imagination go wild as she watched the raw porn on her computer - for three hours! She couldn't believe it. A wave of guilt swept over her. And then another wave hit as she realized how she must have looked and sounded to those lawn guys. Oh God, she thought, what do I do?

~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. What are you up to, lover?"

"How's your day been?"

"Long. Yours?"

"Um. Interesting. I'm getting ready to take your wife out on a date. I'm going to dress her for it too."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. She needs a little black dress. I'll see if she lets me. She's been a very naughty girl today, Sam. Very naughty. I'm emailing you the clips and pictures her history file shows she was watching and looking at. Something to, uh, keep you, uh, sharp, if you know what I mean."

"Wish I was there."

"Mm, Master, I wish you were here too. Seducing your little mouse, whom we both love very dearly," Joanne added quickly and genuinely, "is getting to be a bigger job than I anticipated."

"Well, my pet, you can handle it; I have faith in you."

"Can I call you later Sam?"

"I want all the details," Sam laughed, "no matter what the hour."

Joanne smiled and said quietly, "Love you. Talk to you later."

"Love you both. Take care of her."

"I will."

Joanne was already dressed for the evening. She picked up the garment bag on her bed and headed out.

~~~~~~~~~~

Shock and Awe, Possibly To Early

At five till eight Joanne stood on Laura's front steps and rang the bell. No one answered. She rang again and waited; still no answer.

Joanne looked around and noticed the lower floor was dark, as if no one were home. But Laura's car was in the driveway. Joanne rang a third time and then knocked.

The intercom next to the doorbell came to life. 

"Anne, I'm really sorry. I can't go with you tonight. I don't feel well," Laura blurted out quickly in a meek voice.

"Laura, do you need some help? Are you all right?" Joanne was alarmed.

"No. Really. I'm fine. Just a little, uh, sick."

Joanne quit being alarmed. She smiled then ran her hand up her throat and around of the back of her head and scratched her head. Christ, I've scared her, Joanne thought. It's been a long time since I scared someone I was debauching. I must be losing my touch.

Joanne pressed the intercom button. "Laura." Joanne waited. "Laura," this time Joanne put some sternness in her voice.

"Ye-Yes?"

"Come let me in. I'm not leaving until you let me in and we can talk. Understand baby?"

There was a long pause.

"Okay. Just a minute."

Shortly the front door opened. Laura stood in the doorway in her white terrycloth robe, a morose look on her face.

Joanne stepped inside and attempted to kiss Laura on the cheek. Laura pulled away. Joanne quickly reached and grabbed Laura by the arm. "Please don't pull away from me like that."

Joanne didn't give the startled Laura a chance to respond, she simply gave Laura a quick kiss on the cheek and then commented, with a smile, "At least you've washed your face. Come on dear; let's have a little talk. If you still feel, uh, sick, I'll leave
 you alone for the evening. Okay?"

Laura looked like she was near tears. She mumbled okay under her breath and led the way to her bedroom. Laura sat on the end of her bed, staring at the floor, her robe clutched tight to her breast and Joanne took a seat in a chair across from Laura in the sitting room.

"Did I scare you today with my over the top flirting?"

"A little. I...I don't know what to think. I don't know how to feel."

"What do you mean, dear?"

Laura looked up at Joanne, a determined look on her face, "What did you mean when you called me an incredible sexual animal, a thoroughbred? Did you really mean you wanted to seduce me when I asked you what you were doing?"

"Ah, I see," said Joanne. "Before I explain fully, let me ask you a question or two and then I swear I'll explain." Joanne waited for Laura to nod her assent. 

"How do you see yourself in life? Do you see yourself as a devoted wife and mother, a devout Christian woman with impeccable moral character?"

Slowly Laura responded, "Well, yeah."

"When you look at yourself in the mirror what do you think? Really, deep down?"

"I, uh...I think my breasts are small and flat and my tummy is too big. My butt's kinda wide and flat. I wonder if Sam is going to get tired of me; he moves in some pretty fast circles in his job. I see who he works with and I can't help but wonder if there isn't somebody he'd rather be with although he's always said playing politics is better than sex and drugs combined."

"Laura, I watched you today. I've watched you closely when we had our spa day. I've watched you closely since the day you came to work with me. I didn't get to be one of the most wealthy and powerful lawyers west of the Mississippi by overlooking even the tiniest detail.

"You know what? You turn me on; I'm in love with you. I want a relationship with you, a romantic, sexual relationship." Joanne gave her words a moment to sink into Laura. "There. I've said it and I'm not taking it back," Joanne said somewhat triumphantly; Laura was levels and levels beyond stunned.

Joanne continued, "I think you look wonderful naked. But more than that I know you have such a pure and loving heart; you do have an impeccable moral character but you're like an innocent sunfish swimming around in an ocean full of sharks and barracudas.

"A lot of women can be sexual without being pure of heart like you. There's nothing wrong with that, I've enjoyed a good many of them over my years. They know what they want, what makes them feel good and they seek it out and they take it.

"And a lot of women can be pure of heart and I know many of them in my church congregation and love them like sisters but they have no comprehension of the sensual delights and capabilities God has endowed them with and made them able to feel and revel in. These women are frightened of somehow being contaminated if they express their sexuality.

"Lust is not in and of itself evil. I sat and watched you today. You weren't reading sociologist reports were you?"

Laura blushed a bit and looked at the floor, "No. I'm sorry."

"And of the four video clips I saw you were watching when I checked your PC after you left, which one did you like the most?"

"Joanne!" Laura meekly tried to protest and deflect Joanne's knowledge of the video clips. 

"Come on darlin', fess up; tell your mama." Joanne smiled a wicked smile and pierced Laura with a stare.

Laura flustered, "I, well, uh, they all aroused me. You love me? In, uh, that way?" Laura was finally starting to recover from Joanne's shocking revelation or at least was able to get a breath. 

Joanne ignored Laura's last question and pressed her about the clips. "Did you have a favorite?"

"I. Joanne, please..."

Joanne sat waiting for an answer, swinging her foot casually.

"I liked the one with the two women kissing. And I liked the one where the woman was being raped in the garage."

"Really," Joanne said with a smile, "well, when I called you an incredible sexual animal and a thoroughbred it's because I can see in you this incredible capacity for love and lust lying right beneath your skin - you're porcelain white, soft, tantalizing skin.

"Do you know you made three of my gardeners extremely happy men today simply because you gave into your desires, your lust, and masturbated in your car?"

Laura covered her face and gasped "Oh my God" through her hands.

"So do you know since I have these feelings for you that I really do want to seduce you?"

Laura took her hands away from her face and stared at Joanne.

"Would you mind it if I did?"

"Joanne!" Laura exclaimed in frustration.

"Would you mind?" Joanne pressed.

"I've never been with a woman," Laura said as she cringed inside remembering Allyson.

"That wasn't what I asked. Would you mind if I tried to cause you to love me as a lover?"

"I...I don't know. I've never thought about anything except being married to Sam."

Joanne put her hand to her forehead and mumbled, just loud enough for Laura to hear, "Oh my, this is going to be much more difficult than I thought." 

Joanne took a deep breath, trying to be patient and visibly smiled a strained sort of smile; it was definitely not the look.

"Laura, lover," Joanne said slowly for emphasis, "I didn't say anything about you leaving Sam and coming to live some torrid, depraved lesbian life with me. Though," Joanne did a Groucho Marx with her eyebrows and grinned slyly, "I like a little depravity now and then; keeps things interesting.

"So, what have I had you researching?"

Slowly Laura spoke; she was unsure of herself even though the answer was plain, she knew from the beginning what she would be doing, "People living together in non-traditional ways?"

"Bingo! If I were to seduce you, could you think of me as being a wife; Sam's wife and your wife too – or maybe your other husband?" 

Something that Laura had kept buried found its way to the surface. She suddenly seemed calm. Her face turned into a passive mask. She locked eyes with Joanne and with certainty in her voice (though deep inside her emotions were all over the proverbial map) she said, "If you made me."

Joanne raised her eyebrows, more than a little surprised by Laura's answer. "What...?"

Laura cut her off, "I guess we'll have to discuss it more over dinner. You are still taking me out on a date aren't you?"

Joanne recovered from her surprise and said, "Why, yes I am."

But suddenly Laura resolve vanished and she looked morose again: "I haven't showered though and I needed to do my hair."

Joanne made a face, waved a hand and got up from her chair. She grabbed the garment bag and went to the bed. She laid the garment bag down on the bed next to Laura and stood in front of her.

Joanne's ample bosom and midriff were inches from Laura's face. She looked Joanne up and then down and for the first time took stock of what Joanne was wearing: a silky, black, ankle length slip dress with a plunging neckline. The back of the dress was open to her waist and the whole thing was held to Joanne's body by two extremely small spaghetti straps. Her shoes were black three-inch heels with ankle straps. And on one ankle she wore a simple gold ankle bracelet.

As Joanne fluffed Laura's disheveled red hair Laura watched in fascination as Joanne's breasts moved slowly against the dress; she wasn't wearing a bra.

"No panties either, dear, just so you don't have to wonder." Joanne said, snapping Laura out of her momentary daze.

"Your hair's fine; a little sweaty but then," Joanne bent down and took Laura's chin in her hand and turned on the look, "frigging your clit - or do you prefer finger fucking - in a hot car when you are so absolutely desperate to come - can do that to a girl, eh?"

Laura blushed predictably and tried to avoid Joanne's piercing eyes. "Joanne! Please!" Then Laura giggled a bit. "Oh, okay, yeah, it was hot in the car. I was sweaty."

Joanne ran her fingertips around Laura's face. "You did wash your face. You look absolutely ravishing with your mussed hair and your clean face so we don't need to worry about putting on makeup.

"Now, un-clinch those hands and let's have a look at your body."

Joanne stepped back. Laura looked up at Joanne to gauge her reaction and opened her robe. Once Laura had bared her chest Joanne stepped forward and pushed the robe off Laura's shoulders. Laura heard Joanne sniff several times.

"Nice, slightly old but clean sweat." Joanne reached down and flipped the robe off Laura's lap and sniffed again.

"Nice musky tang from someone who I dare say has spent the bulk of the day aroused and/or frigging herself." Joanne stepped sideways, unzipped the garment bag and pulled out a stretchy black dress. "Here you go, lover; over your head."

Laura looked into Joanne's eyes, a slightly frightened look in her eyes. "Go on, Laura; pull it over your head."

"I need to get my bra and panties."

"Huh-uh."

"I was afraid you were going to say that." Laura stood up, letting the robe fall away from her hips and pulled the dress down over her head. She shook out her hair and pulled the dress down.

Joanne gasped and grabbed Laura by the shoulders and led her to the full-length mirror. "Aren't you fabulous! My thoroughbred!" Joanne said proudly. "My bitch?" Laura watched in the mirror as Joanne whispered into her ear.

"Uh-huh," Laura answered meekly - though whether the answer was about her looking fabulous or her being Joanne's bitch wasn't clear.

Laura was astonished at her look. The dress was a mix of cotton and spandex in a fine rib knit; it hugged every curve of her body. It had a modest V-neck, and the skirt fell away straight from hugging her hips to a very proper length just below her knees. The only thing immodest, by Laura's standards, was that it was sleeveless and the arm openings showed a fair amount of her fine white skin on the side of her chest.

Joanne had pulled the shoes out of the bag and was now kneeling at Laura's feet. "Right foot dear." Laura was still gazing at herself in the mirror as she lifted her right foot so that Joanne could slip the open, three quarter inch pump on her foot. The other shoe on and a gold anklet and Joanne stood up.

"Whaddya think, girl?"

"I - I like it." Laura smiled nervously.

"Good. Let's go eat. And, while we're out, pay attention to the people around you. See if they're looking at you; watch their reactions."

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief after they got in the car. Laura was coming along.

~~~~~~~~~~

As they pressed through the crowd waiting to be seated at the restaurant Laura followed Joanne. She noticed some men and some women were giving both of them looks. An older, attractive woman standing with her husband caught Laura's eyes and smiled her approval. Laura was shocked. The look was definitely sexual.




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 02



Joanne ordered drinks for both of them; white wine for Laura and a whiskey, neat, for herself. While they waited for the drinks to come Joanne looked around restaurant.

Joanne leaned across the table and quietly spoke to Laura, "In a moment take a look at the two women in the corner. One is in her 60's and the other is oh, probably 19 or 20. I know the older woman. Her husband may be in the rest room, I don't know, I haven't seen him yet. What do you think of them?"

Laura discretely glanced to the corner and saw the two women; both attractive and well dressed. "Grandmother and grand daughter?"

Joanne laughed quietly. "Oh, Laura, dear, Laura, you are so innocent. My friend and her husband are probably the kinkiest people I know; depraved actually. They are in to things that are extremely, uh, esoteric and quite painful; more painful than even I would consider pleasant.

The girl with her is a gigolo of sorts. She's a sophomore at the Art Institute. It costs roughly $35,0000 a year at the Institute, depending on your major. The woman she is with pays her tuition and gives her room and board. In exchange the girl does whatever her mistress tells her to do - or have done to her.

"I was at a charity event last week down at The River Market. My friend took her pet to the men's room and told her to go in and service anyone who came in for the next 30 minutes.

"I counted 13 men and four women who went in to take advantage of the "fresh meat." That's what they were calling her, "fresh meat."

Laura's eyes were wide now as she looked intently at the petite brunette eating her salad. "What happened?" Laura asked breathlessly, imagining the girl in the bathroom as in one of the porn clips she had watched.

"I went in and "rescued" her. Annette, my friend, offered her to me for the weekend. I declined - although seeing her in the bathroom it was difficult to resist. But, something I need you to understand very clearly, lover: I'm very selective about whom I swap bodily fluids with and very serious.

"Anyway," Joanne took a breath, "The bathroom was fairly small, only two stalls. It simply reeked of sperm and cunt. Some out of town football player, I think, was banging her brutally against the wall.

"He was fucking her standing up. Each thrust in banged her against the wall knocking her breath out of her. He came quickly, pulled out and just let her slide down the wall. She was mostly naked, by the way: her bra was pushed up over her tits and she still had her shoes on. 

"She was only half conscious after he finished using her. He zipped up, washed his hands, primped his hair and threw two $100 bills on her. By then she was lying against the wall, sort of on her side, moaning; her head was in the corner near the toilet while her legs were spread obscenely. Someone else came in. The girl had enough. I just looked at the guy and he got the message.

"I got her cleaned up, gave her my jacket to cover up with - her dress and underwear were in tatters – and helped her out. In that time in the bathroom she was being used she'd collected over $700."

There was an awkward silence for a few moments; Joanne fidgeted, uncharacteristic for her. She broke the silence and placed her hand gently over Laura's. "Look," she said, "I'm really sorry about how things started out tonight. You, uh, I really like you, body and soul. I meant what I said in your bedroom. I, uh, I want you; I won't keep it a secret anymore. I...I'm just a strong willed woman. I'm used to getting what I want. I don't place a lot of checks and balances on myself. So, sometimes I like to push just to see how far I can get. I don't want to hurt you; I really don't. Maybe I went too far. I hope not though."

Laura blushed and looked away before she looked back at Joanne, "Uh," Laura ran a hand through her hair and blew out her breath, "I don't know what to say. In fact, I haven't known what to say or do since this afternoon. But, uh, I can be pretty strong willed too. My problem is I can put on a good front - sometime - and be scared witless inside. Like when...well..." Laura's voice trailed off. Joanne decided not to pursue.

"So where do you get your willfulness from?"

"Marine brat. My dad was gone quite a bit on different duty tours: Korea, Vietnam, Panama..."

Joanne interrupted, "So that left you and your mother. Is that why you let me get away with what I do?"

"Well...partly. I like you and respect you and you can be uh, imperious like my mother, whom I love very dearly. You're a lot like her."

"Partly?" Joanne took a sip of her drink and turned on the look, "What's the other part?"

"I, uh. Anne, I can't tell you the other part; at least not now; not yet. Please don't be angry with me. Please."

Joanne held Laura's eyes, "May I ask why you can't tell me?" a smile playing at the edges of her lips.

Laura returned the gaze. Joanne could see in Laura's eyes a daughter trying to say 'no' to her mother. "Anne, uh..."

"Laura," Joanne waved her hand, "not a big deal. Tell me when you're ready - if you promise."

Laura smiled in relief, "Thanks. I promise."

Dinner went off without any further incident. Joanne managed to get five white wines in the normally abstinent Laura making Laura feel pleasantly loose.

They strolled down the streets of Kansas City's Country Club Plaza, walking off their dinners, talking about nothing in particular and doing some window shopping. It was a beautiful night. They sat down in a courtyard on J.C. Nichols Parkway across from The Raphael hotel.

Joanne crossed her legs, put her elbows on her knees and lit up a non-filtered Camel with a gold plated Zippo and blew out the drag slowly. For the first time Laura noticed Joanne smoked and she smoked Sam's brand.

"Sam smokes Camels too."

Joanne ignored the comment and instead asked a question. "Have you ever given yourself to Sam?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you ever let him do whatever he wanted to do to you sexually where you didn't set conditions or direct him in some way."

"Well, there was our wedding night. I really was a virgin. I let him rape me; twice that first night." 

"You use a violent word, rape, for such a joyous and beautiful event; a very sacred event. Did you enjoy it?"

Laura looked off across Brush Creek toward The Raphael and hesitated a moment. "God, yes. Yes. I loved every moment of what he did with me and to me."

"Do you let him have you any more like that first night?"

Laura's voice was quiet. "No. Not really. Not since our first son was born I guess. The weekend before our spa day was the first time in, jeez, 23 years that I let him take me. I was asleep. It was the middle of the night. Sam - there were no preliminaries - he rolled me over, ripped open my nightgown, forced himself between my legs and raped me, hard."

"Raped. There's that word again. Why do you use it?"

"Because I feel so free of responsibility I guess. He overpowers me; it's so violent; I can't control it. He did what he wanted and he came inside me. He pushed himself off me like I was just a piece of meat or something and rolled over and started to go back to sleep. No 'thank you' or 'I love you' or anything. I rolled over and masturbated; I felt so good. Then I spooned against his back and we went back to sleep.

"I'm not sure why I liked it so much more that the other times we made love that weekend; I just did."

"Hmmmmm." Joanne cocked her head as if she was thinking, blew out the last drag of her cigarette and ground the butt into the courtyard floor. She looked at her watch and smiled. "I need to make a quick phone call and then we can head for the movie. Okay, lover?"

Joanne reached into her clutch for her cell phone when Laura gently laid her hand on Joanne's arm. Annie, if I'm your lover, what are you to me?"

Joanne stared at Laura; this was unexpected. "In terms of family life, you have primacy; Sam married you first. I'd defer to you. You and your sons are the primary inheritors of Sam's estate. You'd run the home, just as now. I'd be a sort of live in aunt to the boys.

"In another time, another place, I'd be a concubine, a half wife of sorts. From my understanding of Biblical concubinage, the man was to grant to the concubine all the benefits of being married except for the precedence of the primary wife, if the man were married." 

Joanne hesitated. She looked at Laura lovingly. She had a vague, uneasy feeling that she'd dumped too much on her too soon. There would come a time in her plans when, assuming everything else went well, Joanne would overwhelm Laura sexually; rape her, subjugate her completely. But...

"In terms of a sexual relationship, if you're my lover, I'm your Mistress, with a capital M. Do you understand what that means?"

Laura answered slowly, "I'd be like that girl with your friend; at your sexual whim? And I think your whims could be very painful."

"I wouldn't whore you out like Annette did with the girl.

"Something we would have that Annette and her girl don't have is love. Theirs is strictly a sexual relationship. The girl's a toy, a pet, a cunt, a mouth and an ass to be used. The girl gets money. Annette gets to feed her grotesquely depraved appetites and her husband gets a young cunt to do with as he pleases, nothing more, nothing less.

"But yeah, within limits that we would both agree on, you'd be at my whim. You'd be my bitch, my pet, and my lover. And yes, I have some very definite kinks; I'll show you things, I'll do to you things that you probably didn't think possible. I'll make you scream and, well, you'll love it I hope."

"How do you feel about that?" Joanne asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

"I don't know." Laura eyes started to well up with tears. "I just don't know."

Joanne said very quietly, "Laura, may I hold you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Laura reached for Joanne and buried her face in Joanne's shoulder and then sobbed. Joanne closed her eyes and cursed herself for having been so cavalier today. She'd pushed too far. Now things were fucked up. Joanne's eyes started to moisten too.

As Joanne was feeling bad about her actions Laura pulled back from her, sniffling. "I - I think I'd like it but I need to think about things, you know?"

"Oh, baby, of course! I'm so sorry, really. Please don't be mad at me. Please."

"It's okay, Anne. I, uh, I just can't figure where Sam figures into this."

Joanne was praying Laura didn't ask her if she and Sam were involved because she'd have to tell the truth. Oh God, what a mess I've made, Joanne thought. But before Joanne felt she had to say anything Laura spoke again.

"Would I have to bring him into our relationship or would you or...?"

"Laura," Joanne said softly as she put her arm around Laura's shoulders, "let's worry about Sam later, okay? I've dumped so much on you tonight. I've been stupid and inconsiderate. We have plenty of time to talk about this, okay?"

Laura wiped her eyes with her fingers and smiled, "Okay. Thanks. Here." Laura dabbed a tissue along Joanne's eyes. Joanne laughed nervously. "Thanks."

Joanne lit another cigarette, dialed a number on her cell and put the phone to her ear. Then she took it down and looked at Laura.

"This call I'm about to make? It's to a couple of friends of mine: my oldest girlfriend and her husband. As part of my seduction plan I was going to let you see someone having sex and see how you reacted. (Joanne was careful not to tell Laura she'd seen her with Allyson – just as Laura had kept her voyeurism to herself.)

"You've been watching those porn clips but I'm guessing you've never seen anyone have sex in real life."

Laura thought of watching Joanne and Allyson in the spa room but she'd never seen anyone real "do it."

"So...If I call them, they are prepared to put on a little scene in the parking garage just for us. You want to play this out or would you rather I just take you home?"

Laura thought for a long minute and then smiled hesitantly. "Let's see it, why not?"

"Hey, great!"

Joanne called Marci's pager to alert the couple to start their scene and then Joanne and Laura got up and started walking toward the parking garage. To Joanne's absolute delight Laura took Joanne's hand, intertwining her fingers with Joanne's.

~~~~~~~~~~

Joanne and Laura had just exited the staircase nearest one of Joanne's favorite spots in the whole city to have public sex when they heard what sounded like angry words between a man and a woman. Joanne took the lead as Laura followed as they walked toward the sound.

As they saw the couple, the woman was pressed into the man, urgently pleading with him in false whispers. "Please, David, please. I'll do anything you want but please baby, not that... please."

Joanne whispered into Laura's ear, "Marci's my oldest girlfriend and my first real lesbian lover. David's her husband. They've been married about 32 years."

David pushed Marci away in what appeared to Laura to be disgust. Joanne gripped Laura by the upper arms and steered her closer to the couple.

When Marci looked down at her ample breasts inside her evening dress she begged David, in a voice thick with lust, "David, rip my dress open! Rip my bra off! Hit me! Torture my nipples! Do whatever you want just please, don't take me there"

David viciously slapped Marci across the face, she wobbled and then fell to her knees and then slumped backwards onto her calves. She looked momentarily stunned. It was all a very choreographed scene though; Marci was far from stunned. What she was was horny as hell. 

David took the time with Marci somewhat incapacitated to casually take off his sport coat, fold it and lay it on the hood of a car.

Laura saw a gun and a badge on the man's belt. Joanne whispered again, "Oh yeah, David's a homicide detective."

David produced a folding knife, opened it, bent down to Marci and proceeded to make a cut in the fabric of her dress.

With a short, sharp yell, he ripped the dress open from the neckline to Marci's belly. It was just as Sam had done to Laura when he forced her that night! Laura thought as she watched the scene unfold. 

Marci was repeating a mantra of "Yes David, yes baby. Do it. Do me," while frantically trying to kiss him and caress him. Laura thought it looked both whorish and desperate but she was starting to feel her body respond.

David hauled Marci to her feet and with a snick of his knife he cut open her bra exposing Marci's long, sloping breasts. Marci threw herself on her husband, hiking a leg as high around his hip as she could while frantically continuing to kiss and plead.

"You're fucking pathetic, Marci!" David sneered as he pushed her back away from him, again with what Laura interpreted as disgust.

Marci rushed back to David and clung to him. Just then Joanne noticed a pair of women approaching the couple. This wasn't in the plan, at least not her plan.

The woman in the lead, wearing a midriff baring top and hip hugger jeans that left little doubt in Joanne's mind, even from a distance, where the young woman's clit would be should she wanted to touch it, stopped at the rear of the car where the couple was engaged in their scene.

She unbuttoned the button on her hip huggers and slid her palm along the flat of her belly, dipping two fingers inside the waistband. Joanne raised her eyebrows and was momentarily distracted from the couple's action. The young woman was beautiful, her body was tall, lean and willowy, and her hair fell below her shoulders, wild looking and bleached white.

Joanne watched as the young woman's partner entered fully into view. It was a woman at least twice the age of the young woman, maybe more. 

Now Laura noticed the two also and watched in amazement as the older woman pressed herself to the back of the younger one and ran a hand up the young woman's bare belly and under her top, groping a breast while nuzzling the young woman's neck. The two women were both clearly watching and admiring the actions of David and Marci.

Laura couldn't believe what she was seeing! She was so aroused! She looked back at Joanne and noticed, even though Joanne had set this up, Joanne's eyes were riveted on both couples and Joanne was panting, her grip slowly tightening where she held Laura by the upper arms.

A muffled scream drew Joanne and Laura's attention back to David and Marci. David was wearing suspenders and so he simply unzipped and pulled his underwear down; his erection sprang free. It throbbed with the beating of his heart. Marci was again on her knees and sometime while the two other women distracted Joanne and Laura's attention, Marci had gotten completely naked. David took Marci by her hair and was forcing his erection into her mouth.

"That should be good enough bitch! Get up and over on to that pipe!" David pulled his erection back from the woman's lips and pointed to a water main in the corner, set out from the wall and about thigh high off the ground.

Laura noticed with a detached fascination that Marci's lips were wetly glistening and her lipstick was smeared. She wondered if she would have looked like that if she allowed the deliveryman to sodomize her that day at Joanne's. And she noticed that David's cock was shiny and reddish (with lipstick) from Marci's mouth.

Marci again frantically climbed into a standing position by pressing herself to David's body. "Please David, please...I'm begging...don't take me like you want...please baby!"

The young woman spectator spoke up and Laura jumped, "Hey Davey, do her ass, man. Just fucking rip the bitch's ass. I really want to see it."

The couple turned to look at the young woman and her partner. David appraised the women and then smirked, "I'm trying to do her ass but she's resisting."

The older woman now had something to say, half joking, half serious. She waved a hand: "You fucking straight guys just don't know how to handle your pussy! Christ, let me show you."

The older woman strode quickly to the couple, slapped Marci hard across her breasts and the face (Making both Joanne and Laura jump) and then took Marci by the hair and pulled her toward the corner wall and the 20-inch water pipe.

The older woman got Marci to the pipe but she was reluctant to straddle it. "I swear, what's your name?"

Marci, a frightened look on her face, shook her head and refused to answer except to say, fearfully, "You Dyke, don't hit me again."

The woman raised her hand and jerked Marci's hair again, "I said, cunt, what's your name?"

Marci whimpered, "Marci."

"Marci, get your legs around that fucking pipe or I'm going to make you very sorry you didn't obey me!"

Marci whimpered again, looked at David and with a frightened look, swung her leg over the pipe and settled on to it. The Dyke pushed Marci down so that she was now lying belly down and spread on and over the pipe. The Dyke looked at her young partner, smiled and then bent down to lick her prey's asshole while she held Marci in a back arched position, pulling hard on Marci's hair.

David smiled and clapped his approval.

"What'd you think of her, ladies?" David asked, pride in his voice.

Laura took a close look at Marci on the pipe. She was maybe Joanne's age or slight younger. Her legs were strong and shapely and bent as they were in her position they really looked good to Laura. Marci's belly was flatter than Joanne's but her breasts may have been larger. The side of one breast pressed out and flat as Marci lay against the pipe.

Laura's eyes moved back to Marci's ass and saw how her position had spread her sex and ass - open and convenient for the taking. Laura noticed Marci was trembling but she didn't know whether it was from the coolness of the garage or from her anticipation of being mounted by the David, as Laura remembered the garage rape clip she had watched earlier. Laura had no idea that the two other women weren't supposed to be there.




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 02



Laura didn't hear the comments of the women or if the David had said anything else. Laura's eyes were huge; she was in her own little state of consciousness. She had never seen real people have real sex before - discounting Joanne and Allyson's brief tryst in the spa room. It produced a wild feeling coursing through her body. By this point her sex felt extremely heavy with blood and fluids and her nipples literally ached as they rubbed against the fine knit ribs of her dress. Unconsciously she pressed herself back against Joanne.

Joanne wrapped her arms around Laura, her fingertips lightly playing with the underside of Laura's breasts through her dress.

"Are you okay, lover?" Joanne breathed into Laura's ear. Laura replied by grasping one of Joanne's hands and quickly nodding her head.

Marci was now begging and pleading continually. David thanked the Dyke for wrangling his woman into position. David straddled the pipe, his erection still stiff and pulsing.

He took Marci's hair from the Dyke and hauled Marci's head back, causing Marci to cry out and bend her neck, breasts and belly off the pipe.

Laura unconsciously broke from Joanne's embrace and took two quick steps forward and two to the side so that she could clearly see the couple on the pipe. David's cock was no longer shiny with Marci's saliva. He slowly pushed his cock partially into Marci's vagina but then shook his head and withdrew the cock.

"I'm so sorry, honey, but your cunt just won't do tonight."

"NO! NO! David! Dear God! NO! PLEASE!"

"God damn!" shouted the Dyke in annoyance, "she's a noisy bitch! Hey Mary, take off you top and bring it here. Stick it in the bitch's mouth!" 

Without hesitation the young woman pulled her midriff top off, leaving her naked from the waist up, and proceeded to go to Marci and jam the skimpy shirt into her mouth as the young woman's partner held her head still. Marci barely resisted.

David put one hand on Marci's hip and with the other hand holding his cock he started to bore down on Marci's anus. (In preparation for being sodomized, Marci had liberally applied KY inside her rectum and around the rim but at distance, it appeared that David was going to dry fuck her ass.)

Joanne was on the brink of orgasm as she watched David start to spread the woman's ass with his exquisitely long, hard cock. She was reliving so many similar events in her sexual life where she was either in the position of David with a young woman spread on the pipe or she was the one spread on the pipe, a man or older woman prepared to tear her anus and fuck her bloody. Joanne moved behind Laura and pressed her body tightly to Laura's, holding her more tightly than before. Joanne's thumbs were now thumbing Laura's nipples.

Laura's attention was hyper-focused on the man's cock. As his cock head pressed past Marci's anal ring there was a loud "pop" and Marci screamed in mock pain.

David grunted and then slowly started pressing his cock deeper into Marci's ass. In a moment he would be viciously thrusting; Laura shivered, anticipating the event. David slapped Marci's ass several times, leaving red hand prints and making Marci wail through her improvised gag. But despite what Laura knew had to be very painful, Marci was making noises that sounded appreciative and Marci was working her legs to meet his deeper and faster thrusts.

There was a look of bliss on David's face and one of bliss mixed with pain on Marci's face.

Suddenly David broke his grunting and gasping as he fucked Marci and spoke to the half naked young woman standing near Marci's head. "Here, you sweet looking bitch," David said to the young woman, "why don't you cuff my little fucktoy?" David pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt and handed them to the young woman.

"Cool!" the young woman gushed and Laura felt her heart flutter with excitement. Joanne, meanwhile, closed her eyes and was feeling a warm slickness moving onto her thighs. She took a deep breath, sighed and bit her upper lip. A drop of sweat dripped from her hair and ran down to the tip of her nose. She trembled.

The young woman bent down and cuffed Marci's wrists so that she was now handcuffed to the pipe. When she had finished cuffing Marci, the young woman knelt beside the Marci's head, pulled the shirt from her mouth and guided the woman's mouth to one of her small breasts. "Here. Suck me you old bitch; let's see if you can get me off. And if you do me good I might let you put your tongue in my pussy.

"You sure are enjoying getting your ass fucked, bitch," the young Dyke said conversationally and Laura took notice, "I have a little tool in the car, it would make sugar daddy's dick here look like a little wiener. You'd scream for me but you'd beg me not to stop, I bet." The young woman ran her hand roughly through Marci's sweat soaked hair and then shoved a nipple in her mouth. Marci gave only token resistance.

In moments David was grunting again, warning of his impending orgasm. Joanne's eyes flew open; she feverishly pulled the hem of her dress up over her thighs, baring her naked sex and the lower part of her belly. She bent slightly at the knee and with a groan pressed into Laura's hip and began to hump her through her dress. The Dyke noticed and smiled appreciatively at Joanne's wantonness. The Dyke had heard all about the sexual appetites of the "legendary" Joanne Durham.

David groaned loudly. He rapidly pulled his cock from Marci's ass. Laura noticed a slithering sound, a loud pop and then the air filled with the pungent scent from Marci's ass. David pumped his cock furiously a few times with his hand and then his cum sprayed over the Marci's ass and back; some of David's cum hitting Marci's hair.

The two women applauded and cheered. Marci appeared to lose consciousness, her body going completely limp on the pipe.

What in the HELL??? Laura suddenly realized she was being humped by and her breasts were being roughly fondled by Joanne but before she had a chance to react the young woman spectator looked over at Joanne and Laura.

The Dyke had pushed her girl toy away from Marci and lifted the exhausted Marci's head by the hair. She ignored the young woman's complaining noises and got busy deeply French kissing Marci while stroking Marci's back and fingering Marci's violated ass. David was slapping Marci's ass with his slowly deflating cock, an act that absolutely fascinated Laura. She didn't know why he would want to do that or why, from the noises Marci was making, she would like having it done but...

So, like a lion cub crowded out of a fresh kill, the young woman moved away from the debauchery on the pipe and moved toward Joanne and Laura.

She rubbed her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples, and then addressed Joanne, "Can I use your little bitch, lady? My pussy needs a tongue in it right fucking now. And your bitch looks just fine to do me. Of course, if you want to slap me around and fuck me, I wouldn't mind, you old Dyke. I like it rough and you look like you give as good as you get."

Laura was simultaneously horrified and more aroused than she ever thought she'd been in her life; she couldn't think or move except to wonder what the young woman would be like compared to her rather gentle though passionate encounter with Allyson.

Joanne was thinking rapidly along three lines: 1) She didn't want this to go further with Laura. She wanted to remain in control and she didn't want Laura to have or be had by another woman who was not in Joanne's closed circle of lovers. 2) They needed to get the hell out of there. And 3) Joanne was toying with the idea of doing a "bait and switch." She'd let the predatory little Dyke have Laura but then Joanne would show the girl exactly what rough was. Joanne could easily see the perky, arrogant and depraved little face of the young woman between her thighs, contorted in pain while Joanne used her.

"Come on, Laura! We need to get out of here!" Joanne whispered to Laura. Joanne broke her contact with Laura's body (allowing her hem to fall back to her ankles) and grabbed Laura's hand, pulling her toward the car as Laura continued to look at the advancing young woman, who had now pulled her jeans down around her thighs and was obscenely (Erotically? Laura wondered.) fingering her shaved slit that sported a large silver clit ring.

With some effort Joanne steered Laura into the car. Joanne turned on the ignition and burned rubber getting the Town Car out of the garage. 

Once Joanne was clear of The Plaza she sped up Ward Parkway toward home. She glanced at her face in the rear view mirror; her hair was wet with sweat and her makeup had run. She reached for a tissue and patted her face and throat dry then checked her speed and took a deep breath. She looked over at Laura.

Laura, to Joanne's delighted amazement, had her skirt pulled up, baring her thighs, her hand vigorously working her sex. Her head was pressed against the headrest, her breasts and belly arched up and out and she was panting and making small moaning noises through gritted teeth. 

"I guess you enjoyed that, eh lover?" Joanne asked. Laura answered with a brief smile before moving a hand to pull a nipple through her dress. 

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An Author's Note

This particular chapter was violent, voyeuristic and maybe a tad depraved. I have portrayed a lesbian relationship as rather rough and crude. Joanne is certainly playing games. And her equal, the older lady in the restaurant, certainly seems depraved – and I have portrayed this as normal fare among the elite. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. I know it isn't "normal" in the vast majority of lesbian couples whom I share friendship with but a few...

What Joanne is attempting to do, as well as the others in this rather violent chapter, is reach and connect with something so very primal and non-verbal, deep inside herself. I never really thought about that set of emotions and actions until watching Prozac Nation based on the story of Elizabeth Wurtzel. Wurtzel, in the film, said she understood why lovers killed their mates: it was the only way to fully possess another person.

In the final chapter Joanne wants so badly to possess Laura but she gets pushy and Laura...? Well, Laura has a difficult time. Please do keep reading and please take time to send feedback or leave a comment on the comment board.

And of course, thank you for reading. 



Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 03



The Demi-Denouement

Laura went home with Joanne after an evening that started in the late afternoon with Joanne's declaration of love and intent to seduce Laura and ended with a wild scene in a Plaza parking garage.

Joanne gave Laura towels and a washcloth and some miscellaneous toiletries, pointed her in the direction of the guest bedroom and hugged and kissed her goodnight.

Laura slipped off her pumps and pulled her little black dress over her head. She watched in the mirror as the satiny dress came off and decided she did look good naked as she ran her hands over her belly and breasts, stopping to thumb a nipple - and then pulling it until she sucked in a breath with a hiss.

She went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed her face again but decided to try an experiment on Joanne. Since Joanne liked Laura's natural scent, Laura would see just how far she liked it. Laura decided not to shower or even give herself a "sink bath" by washing her underarms and sex standing at the bathroom sink with a washcloth. She thought she was a bit ripe from the evening's activities and the 85 degree/80 percent humidity of an early summer Kansas City night but... Maybe that was just her "good girl" perception or maybe Joanne was a whole lot kinkier that Laura could begin to imagine. Laura would find out that both would be true.

She pulled her hair back loosely and put it in a scrungy. She slipped under the covers of the bed and turned out the bedside lamp but she couldn't sleep. The softness of the bed and the coolness of the sheets against her skin (she never slept in the nude) did nothing but add to the turmoil roiling through her mind and body.

Laura sat up in bed and without turning on the light she got up and padded across the thick carpet. She stopped midway to the chair where her dress laid; she was suddenly struck by the feel of the carpet against the soles of her feet and the way her breasts felt as they moved freely with her body. She'd never really taken notice. Laura started again for the chair and picked up her dress from the evening. She held it up by the shoulders to figure out its orientation. Once she'd figured out front from back she pressed her nose into the front of the dress at the level of her sex. It was her scent.

At first she was repulsed by the salty/tangy smell of her own musk mixed with sweat but then she pressed the dress into her face and held it there, closing her eyes and slowly deep breathing. She finally pulled the dress away from her face and held it against her body. 

She liked it.

And for the first time in her 24 years of marriage she understood why Sam loved to smell her panties. She giggled quietly. Sheesh! Men! They really are dogs, she thought with a laugh.

Then, she held the dress out at arms' length and turned it so that the back was facing her. She hesitated for a moment and then quickly pressed the dress to her face and inhaled.

She found the slightly damp, very aromatic place where, in the sexual heat of the scene in the parking garage, Joanne had actually pulled her dress up and pressed her bare sex against Laura's hip and humped against her.

Oh God! Oh MY GOD! I like it! Laura's mind screamed. She was turned on by another woman's scent! Laura felt the familiar flush spreading up her chest and face, her sex filling and lubricating and her nipples engorging. She couldn't believe it. Did this mean she really was a lesbian or bisexual or just some silly woman who didn't really know anything about her own sexuality? Oh God! she didn't know what to think of that.

Oh well, she thought as she pressed the dress to her face again; her nose in the center of the damp spot as she rubbed her cheeks with the soft, cool material and fantasized being between Joanne's long legs. Then another thought came to her.

Laura took the dress away from her face, bowed her legs a bit and squatted slightly. She put her arms around the high back chair and pressed her mons against the upholstered edge of the high back sitting room chair.

Joanne had not been the first person to dry hump her; Sam had - sort of. When they going steady, Laura adamantly refused to even allow Sam to pet her when they were alone and kissing. But one night, Sam pressed her against the fender of her car and with a leg between her thighs, pressed tightly to her crotch, he humped against her while kissing her - feverishly – and whispering "dirty" things in her ear. Soon Sam ceased his humping and commanded her to get herself off.

God! She started to hump back against him!

That was her first orgasm ever with a man or any other person, for that matter.

Laura slowly undulated her hips against the chair, the trim of the upholstery providing a pleasantly rough surface working her clit up and down, sliding between her sex lips - getting easier with each pass as Laura got wetter - and rubbing her belly.

She smiled in the darkness then grunted as the upholstery had hit an especially sensitive spot sending waves up through her belly.

Sam knew what a "sexual animal" she was. Oh, yes, Sam knew. And, like a hunter, he pursued her and captured her. She'd never thought of it in those terms before. But now, she understood. Now she knew. She liked the thought.

As Laura's orgasm started to build she started making a series of small, high pitched, fluttering cries. Joanne, standing outside the bedroom door, heard the cries start and crescendo and then, moments later, the silence (she couldn't hear Laura's panting through the door). She smiled, pressed her hand and her forehead against the door and desperately wished she could go inside and hold her - and then make her come, again, and again, and as many times she could stay awake. That will come soon enough, you randy old bitch, Joanne told herself as she walked down the hall to her room.

Laura's orgasm was so intense she simply slid down the chair and lay on her back, panting. Her legs spread obscenely. She fell asleep there.

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Joanne closed the door of her bedroom, kicked off her heels, pulled the spaghetti straps of her black satin sheath off her shoulders and shimmied out of it, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. She flopped down on her bed like a teenager; happy about the night had gone, except for the bizarre presence of the two women. She picked up the phone and dialed Marci's cell.

The cell answered but before anyone spoke Joanne said, "That was some performance tonight, love. More than I expected."

"Why thanks Annie, I always aim to please. When do I get to sink my cock into that sumptuous ass of yours?"

Joanne laughed hesitantly, not that big of fan of David. "David, how are you? We'll have to work out an appointment; I'd love to have you sodomize me after seeing you in action tonight," she lied. "Ah, where's my pet?"

"Oh, she's in the back seat, her face shoved in the seat as that little blond bitch fucks her with an absolute fucking monster of a strapon."

"Ah," Joanne wished she could see that. "Who in the hell were those two women? I think my girl's a bit shell shocked by it all, especially when that little Dyke came on to her."

David laughed, "Sorry, Annie, Marci thought she'd surprise you and add a touch of kinkiness. The older woman is Marci's secretary, Jennifer. She's in her late 30's. They get together at least three or four times a week. The little Dyke, as you call her, is Jennifer's bitch. Marci and I are discussing bringing her into our little family. And after tonight, shit!"

"Jesus David, is she even of legal age?"

"Barely. She's 19. She's an art student at the Art Institute.

"Christ, another one." Joanne said in a low voice.

"Beg pardon?"

"Oh, nothing David. Tell Marci to give me a call tomorrow."

"Will do."

"And thanks for the show."

"Our pleasure."

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Joanne showered, poured herself a nightcap, checked her email and then remembered Sam down in Baton Rouge. She looked at the clock. It was going on two and Sam said to call whatever the hour but Joanne knew he'd be occupied.

Still, she called his hotel room and got voice mail. She called back to the front desk and asked to be put through. The phone rang six times before the receiver clattered a few seconds and then thumped to the floor. Joanne smiled.

Oh please...please don't leave me like this... Joanne heard 36 year old Charlotte Aimee Simone Sarazin begging Sam not to leave her, probably without an orgasm. 36 years old and a protégé of Joanne Durham, "CASS," Ms. Sarazin's nickname among her friends and family, was, with Sam's help, going to be the next Justice to sit on the Louisiana State Supreme Court in New Orleans.

Joanne heard the familiar crack of leather on naked skin and then frantic faux whispers of "yes" and "please, more." A thrill ran through Joanne's body as she wished she were on the other end of Sam's lash. But she would be would be soon enough. She smiled, whispered, "Goodnight my Master, my lover," and hung up.

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By a quarter of nine the next morning Joanne had finished her first cup of coffee and cigarette. She sat in the breakfast nook in her terrycloth robe and wondered what the day would be like. She lit another cigarette, made a call to Rico, one of Allyson's two husbands, then poured a cup of coffee and went to the guest room.

Joanne made a risky decision about the seduction and debauchery of Laura. She prayed that it would work.

She knocked gently on the door. There was no answer so she quietly opened the door. Looking like Venus in repose, an arm over her breasts and a hand covering her sex, Laura was still asleep on the floor. Joanne sat the coffee cup next to Laura's head and then sat on the floor next to her, watching her sleep.

Shortly Laura stirred, awakened by the aroma of the coffee.

"Hey," Joanne said.

"Ummmm," Laura stretched long and slowly then smiled, "hello!"

"I guess, since you are naked, laying on the floor of my guest room, we can't write off yesterday as some sort of dream or nightmare, eh?"

"Uh, no."

"So, how are you this morning?"

"Good, I think."

"Feel like letting me know what are relationship is?"

Laura hesitated a moment and looked away from Joanne, "Well, I'm still working for you, at least if you want me to. And I'm flattered by your feelings but...this is all so strange to me...Joanne," Laura moaned, "I don't know what to tell you.

"I'm laying on the floor, naked before you. I haven't showered since yesterday morning and I am a bit musky. I thought you'd just take me and that would settle things."

Joanne raised her eyebrows, "Take you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I don't know what to do." Laura spread her legs wide for Joanne sending up a cloud of her own pheromones. "You're bigger than me. You're older than me. If you want me, why don't you just force me?"

"Ah. I see. No, Laura," Joanne's tone was direct but gentle, "I will not take you without your express approval. I need to know you need me and want me, even if just a little to begin with. de Sade took his victims. That's a very important distinction between the Marquis and me: my pleasure comes from mutually agreed upon love and lust. I get no pleasure from taking someone against their will."

Laura started to protest that it really wasn't against her will but Joanne held up a hand. "I need you to accept me as I accept you. Just because we might have a dominant/submissive relationship, my lovers are all either my equals or close to it."

"As tempting as you are laying there," Joanne's voice now took on a feral thickness of lust. She looked at the ceiling and breathed a long sigh, "You little cunt," Joanne hissed, her eyes penetrating and angry, "you have no fucking idea what I could do to you right now, what I want to do to you right now.

"I want to hear you scream as I rape you with a dildo that I wager is twice as big as Sam's cock (Joanne, of course, knew it was.) I want to fuck you bloody and then I want to hear you beg me, you fucking little slut, for more when I pull it out of your raw pussy and violated ass.

"I want to see your fresh face and wild red hair between my thighs, sucking my most sensitive flesh until I come and my cum runs down your chin and throat and down your breasts!

"I want to take you to my "playroom," put a noose around that beautiful neck of yours and hoist you up on your toes just enough so that you are on the edge of consciousness! And then I'll whip that porcelain skin on your back and ass while you dangle until your skin is raw and then sodomize you with an even bigger dildo until you scream your undying love for me; that you'll be my slave, my bitch, my fucktoy for the rest of your life while you gasp for air, you stupid little cunt tease!" Joanne heard the anger and lust echo in her voice. God damn it! She had gotten herself so aroused and had gotten sloppy. Oh SHIT! she cursed herself in her mind.

Laura's eyes were huge. Her voice cracked, and then she barely whispered, "Then do it." Laura spread her legs and held out a breast in offering to Joanne.

Joanne reached out and caressed the soft skin atop the proffered breast and then traced her fingertips over across Laura's breastbone and hefted and caressed the other small breast. Then she ran her fingertips along Laura's soft inner thigh, eliciting a moan from Laura. But then Joanne gently pushed Laura's thighs together and pulled Laura's hand away from Laura's breast.

"You think," Joanne began slowly and softly as if she were talking to a small child, "that if I force myself on you then you're not responsible. And while that's a fun scenario to play out, it's not love. I don't think you understand that I love you and that while your sexuality is driving me to distraction, sex does NOT fulfill my need for a spiritual and emotional connection to you and never will. Sex, while I consider it very sacred, sometimes even a transcendent transport into realms most humans never know, is still only an animal action without love."

Tears were welling up in Joanne's eyes. She reached out and cupped Laura's face with her hand. Her voice was trembling. "Laura, my love, you see what appetites I have. They may sound cruel and depraved but I guarantee you I can make you love the kind of things I can do to you. But, uh, something else you have to understand is," Joanne looked up at the ceiling and took another deep breath, fighting for control, "it's, uh, Laura, I will not be unfaithful to those whom I am in faithful relationships with.

"I have made those same cries that I want to hear come from your lips - that I'll be a bitch and a fucktoy and a slave to a man who is my lover. I'd marry him if I could but I can't - at least not now, not yet. And even if our plans to bring me into his family by bringing in his wife, I still can't marry him legally.

"He's really the first man I've truly loved since my husband died. And I have a host of other people, believe it of not, around the world who are bound to serve me; to be my slaves, bitches, fucktoys. I love them too and I will not violate the trust and love I have long established with them.

"Telling me to just do it is not enough. You have to come to me and then I'll do lots more than take you, believe me."

Tears were running down Laura's cheeks. What she could not bring herself to say now and what she could not tell Joanne at the restaurant was that she was falling deeply in love with her; that even the kinky sex - though sometimes the thought of it frightened her to her core - appealed to her. She wanted to surrender to Joanne, to Sam and not have any worries, if she understood what Joanne was offering. 

But.

Like Joanne, she would not be unfaithful to Sam. And she didn't have the foggiest idea how any of this squared with God whom she had given her life to.

Haltingly she said, "I, uh ...Joanne, help me...I can't be unfaithful to Sam. I can't be unfaithful to God."

Joanne touched Laura's face again, in a whisper filled with sadness Joanne gently said, "I know. I know, baby. But you need to sort all that out. Get it square in your heart and conscience." Joanne wiped the tears from Laura's face. Laura caught Joanne's hand by the wrist and kissed it repeatedly, feverishly. Joanne knew Laura was on the brink but Laura could not confess her love for Joanne.

All right then, time to roll the dice and hope I don't crap out, Joanne thought. She stood up and held out her hand to Laura. When Laura was on her feet Joanne hugged her, nuzzled her neck and kissed it, inhaling Laura's ripe scent.

"I love your scent this morning, by the way."

Laura smiled, "I was hoping you would."

"Listen, I thought we'd do the spa thing again but something's wrong with the hot tub. Why don't you go to the kitchen and get something to eat and then Allyson's husband, Rico, will give us massages - and don't worry, he'll absolutely love the way you smell. I have to go down and see what's wrong with the tub."

"Okay. Uh, should I go, uh, you know, naked downstairs?"

"Sure, dear. I'll see the workman goes out another way. We'll be alone except for Rico."

As Laura headed down the stairs for the kitchen Joanne turned and pressed her face, breasts and hands to the wall.

She felt lost and it was a bit unnerving to her. She was always in control, always knew the right things to say and do and yet with Laura... Dear God, if she ended up screwing this up she had no idea what to tell Sam. He would be furious, she was certain.

She was on the verge of hyperventilating; she felt dizzy and there was a huge convention of butterflies in her stomach. She had never felt so out of control emotionally or sexually since her husband started her debauchery, training her to be a pleasure slave, doing, what she thought then were unspeakably depraved things - and hating them. How far she had come, she thought as she reflected on the dark pleasures she craved and enjoyed with abandon.

She was going to have Rico push Laura, maybe let him fuck her - no, not fuck her, that was Sam's call. She was going to "guilt" Laura into submission. Something her husband had done to her at the height of her own vulnerability.

Joanne despised that sort of head game - and her husband for doing it to her; she swore to herself and the woman who lead her and mentored into discipleship to Christ that she would NEVER do what her husband had done to her to another living soul.

During the weeks of this psychological torment and for weeks afterward she was in an emotional and spiritual vacuum, numb inside, dead inside. Through all the gang rapes, the whippings, the psychological abuse and all the other tortures, which even the Marquis de Sade may have even found perverted, it was as if she were outside of her body.

She lost 30 pounds and when she wasn't being used by her husband or her "trainers" - or toward the end of that period, being force fed and bathed because she had given up on life – she laid, collared and chained, in a fetal position in the corner of her room.

She eventually forgave her husband for his brutality in her training and after a short while she did not notice the emotional scars because she did love her husband and she did love the sexual creature he turned her into.

Laura was, sexually and emotionally, extremely fragile now. She was almost out of control, hanging on to a mental facade of propriety and morality by a thread, an increasingly weak thread at that. Playing on her guilt, that she was being unfaithful in her devotion to her husband and God, cutting the thread that held that last bit of control Laura was holding onto might send her over a psychological and spiritual edge, much deeper and sharper than Joanne remembered experiencing herself. She wondered how badly she would damage Laura if that happened and she shuddered. But...she wanted her, wanted to possess her, even if it met hurting her. God! Maybe she had let herself and her lusts go too far. Oh God. she thought again. Sam.




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 03



There was the promise Joanne made to Sam not to hurt her in any way and Joanne's assurances that she knew what she was doing. God! She was so lost! A small burst of tears came out followed by a long, shuddering sob as Joanne pressed herself to the wall as if she let loose she would fall into a bottomless pit, maybe Hell itself.

"Oh Sam, oh, Lord Jesus, please forgive me if this goes badly. Please. Dear God," she prayed as her body still trembled and tears still flowed, "grant your servant's prayer that I do not hurt Laura and Sam. Grant me that I have not wandered so far from the path. Please, I pray You, in your Son's name. Amen."

Joanne rested against the wall for a while more, her fingernails gently clawing at the wall as old memories and new desires flooded her mind so rapidly it was impossible to think.

They were just raw feelings flooding over her - intermixed with a terrible fear that she was going to destroy Laura and Sam and be destroyed herself. Gradually, she fought to regain control. She hesitantly pushed back from the wall and stood, getting her balance back.

She was not falling into Hell. So she wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe, cinched up her belt to the robe and headed downstairs by another route. Just before she got to the spa room where Rico was waiting for her, she checked her web cam system. Laura was standing in the other hallway outside the spa room, spying. Joanne took a deep cleansing breath; she was going to give her little voyeur an eyeful.

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Shock and Awe, Part II. Compounding the Problem

Joanne opened her robe, pulling it low on her shoulders, exposing her breasts and belly. She entered the spa room, head bowed.

Rico, a young Puerto Rican with a hard, nicely brown body, was pacing back and forth in nothing but a towel. He was doing the massages today.

"What's the deal, bitch?!" Rico spat at Joanne, his accent thick.

Joanne looked up at him; he slapped her hard across the face, rocking her backward. "Did I tell you to look at me, fucking cunt?"

"No, sir." Joanne whispered submissively as she rubbed her cheek.

"Fuckin' a, whore. What's with the red haired slut upstairs? This is supposed to be our day!"

"She...she's working for me for a few weeks...Didn't Allyson tell you about her?" Joanne said, this time keeping her gaze to the floor.

"Oh, so she's the cunt that made out with Allyson?! Well, I'll fuckin' rock the bitch's world then!" Rico laughed cruelly and just, apparently, for the sport of it, slapped Joanne so hard that she almost fell to the floor this time.

Laura was stunned. She didn't know what to do. She didn't have a good feeling about what she was seeing but she wondered if this was just some sort of "scene;" Joanne seemed aroused. Her nipples were stiffly erect and Laura knew, given Joanne's temperament and physical stature, she wasn't going to voluntarily take shit from someone who was a good six inches smaller than her.

Joanne looked up, fire in her eyes and spoke with anger and authority full in her voice, "You're not my Master you fucking pendejo and don't you ever fucking forget it, pendejo!"

Rico became agitated and drew his hand back to hit Joanne. Laura was ready to rush to the rescue but Joanne came back fiercely, "YOU are NOT to MARK ME, pendejo!"

Rico seemed to calm down a moment. He laughed, a short, ugly laugh, "That's right puta I'm not your master and he told me if I left a mark on you he'd have my balls. But he didn't say I couldn't fuck you like the whore that you are! Put your fucking hands on the spa and show me your fat ass and worn out old cunt! Puta! And be glad I want to fuck you, slut!"

Joanne pulled her robe all the way off and slowly bent over the spa, her head bowed, her pendulous breasts hanging down and swaying gently, her ass extended back and her legs spread. She was ready to be mounted like a bitch in heat, Laura thought.

Rico pulled his towel off revealing the hugest erection Laura had ever seen in her life. Laura gasped loud enough to be heard in the spa room. Joanne knew immediately it was Laura and had to turn her head toward the wall to keep from laughing out loud.

Rico seemed momentarily confused. "What the fuck was that?!" Joanne bit her lower lip. She knew she couldn't say anything or she'd break out laughing.

Laura turned and fled to the kitchen.

Once Joanne was sure Laura was no longer watching or listening she dropped to her knees laughing.

"Seriously, Joanne" Rico asked with concern, "what the fuck was that noise?"

"Oh...oh...Rico, dear Rico...a second. I've got to catch my breath." Rico walked out of the room as if to seek the source of the Laura's gasp, his erection bouncing proudly. "Rico. Baby. No. Please come back."

Joanne was now sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the spa, wiping the tears from your eyes. "That noise was your 'red headed slut' gasping at the sight of that baseball bat you call a penis! Oh...God!" 

"You're putting me on, Joanne, right? I mean, shit! I know I gotta nice package but she's had to seen other cocks before."

Joanne held out her hand for Rico to help her up. She pulled him against her body and held him warmly. "Ohhh. God. No. Really, she was a virgin when she married. And her husband is thicker than long down there. She saw her first cock other than her husband's just last night and she couldn't really judge size from where she was standing."

"O-kay..., uh, hmmm." Rico said, not really knowing where to take the conversation from there.

Joanne bent back over the spa. "Uh, Rick, you need to finish something." Joanne wiggled her hips lasciviously. "Just don't come. I want you to save that for the red headed slut. I want her to taste me on your cock."

Rico shrugged, "Well, whatever you say, boss lady." And he mounted Joanne in one fluid motion, holding her tightly by the hips making Joanne grunt and then suck in a deep breath followed by spewing a stream of obscenities to give Rico "inspiration" for their coupling.

Joanne allowed herself to come quickly and with Rico's long cock thrusting deeply into her it wasn't difficult.

She stood and Rico slipped out, his cock making a slithering sound as it left her cunt. He was still very hard and long. Joanne bent down and kissed the tip of Rico's cock and then stood up, putting on her robe. "Tell Laura that I needed to go to my room to rest. Tell her I wanted you to do her massage. 

"Now listen, love; very carefully. I told Allyson last week to take her as far as she could but not to force her. Rico, I'm telling you now to take her as far as you can. If you feel she's going to cry rape or have a nervous breakdown stop immediately. Understand, mi amigo?"

"Nervous breakdown? Shit, Joanne. Nervous breakdown?"

"Relax Rick, I think she'll be more than receptive to whatever you want to do - OH, SHIT! Wait! - Uh, don't FUCK HER! But aside from that, just be attentive to her mood, and you know, uh, have your way, okay? I'm sure you'll be creative."

"Sure thing, Joanne." Rico turned to leave. 

Joanne stopped him for a moment, "And, uh, Rico, dear...the next time you hit me as hard as you did I'm going to chain your hands to the wall of my playroom, chain you balls to the floor and wail on your ass with my whip. Comprende, mi amigo?

Rico smiled. "Joanne, you can be such the cock tease, know what I'm sayin'?" Rico winked at Joanne; Joanne smiled and chuckled rather sinisterly.

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Laura found a towel and wrapped herself tightly. She was lying, tensely, on her belly on the massage table when Rico walked into the room in his towel. She was on the verge of tears worrying about Joanne.

Rico was very pleasant and conversational, which given what Laura thought she'd witnessed, completely creeped her out.

"Hi, my name's Rico, but most of my friends call me Rick. I'm Allyson's husband. Allyson said you really liked hooking up and making out last week. Was she your first woman? She said you did her good." 

Laura was horrified. Allyson had shared their secret?! "Uh, yeah...yeah, Allyson was sweet," Laura said, a quiver in her voice.

"Hey, great. I like Allyson to enjoy her sexuality. You seem very nice. And of course, if you're working for Mrs. Durham you must be very nice."

Rico was standing beside the massage table ready to work but Laura was still encased in her towel.

"You know, if you take your towel off, I'll take mine off," Rico said cheerfully.

Laura smiled a nervous smile. "Well, okay." She tried to be lighthearted, to match Rico's easy and cheerful tone but she couldn't get the scene in the spa room out of her mind. She lifted her body enough to pull the towel off. Rico dropped his. She snuck a quick peek at Rico's cock that was still long but flaccid - and shiny with moisture. He must have fucked Joanne! Laura thought.

"Uh...Rico..."

"Rick, please Mrs. Williams."

"Uh...sorry, Rick. Uh, where's Joanne?"

"Oh, she felt a little weak after checking out the damned hot tub. Haggling with the repairman, you know how draining that shit is. Anyway she went up to her room to rest. She said to tell you to enjoy yourself and come to her room after the massage."

"Oh, okay."

As soon as the warm oil and Rico's strong hands landed in between Laura's shoulder blades, just like with Allyson, Laura felt her body respond. She started to relax and she felt her sex swell and her nipples push almost painfully against the sheet on the table.

Joanne stood in the doorway, naked. She held a large, specially made dildo in one hand and Laura's "lost" panties from Laura's adventure in Joanne's library in her other hand. She was teasing her sex with the dildo and casually sniffing the panties, an approving smile on her face. She wondered how far Laura would let Rico take her.

Laura had almost fallen asleep from the massage when she heard Rico's voice softly breathe into her ear. "Okay, Mrs. Williams. Allyson said you enjoy special things. I'm going to make you feel very good." 

Laura opened her eyes to see the top of Rico's sex hair and his flat stomach. "Hmmmmm. Okay...," she said lazily - no worry in her voice.

Rico slipped a blindfold over Laura's head. Laura started to object but relaxed again with Rico's voice soothing her, "You'll like this, I think. Just relax. If you want me to stop, just say 'stop,' okay?" 

"Sure." But Laura felt so vulnerable. She wanted to see what was going to happen; she wanted to see Rico's body.

Rico took one of Laura's hands and gently massaged it. After a few minutes he wrapped a velvet band around her wrist and attached loosely to a bar that ran across the head of the table. He did the same with the other hand. Laura felt frightened and vulnerable but at the same time she felt more aroused. She imagined that her wetness was running between her legs and that Rico would see it if he looked. Her breathing quickened. Her heart was pounding.

"Relax, Mrs. Williams. Just relax and enjoy." Rico's voice was smooth and soothing. 

He began his massage again, starting at her shoulders and slowly working down her back. When he got to her ass she felt his hand slide between her cleft and then stop at her anus. "You know, Mrs. Williams, the anus has almost as many nerve endings as the vagina."

Rico put pressure on her anus but did not penetrate. Laura gasped quietly. The fingers slid down lower, between her labia. Rico chuckled to himself quietly; she was so swollen and slick. When his fingers gently pushed over her clit and then stopped to pinch her clit hood and pull it back and forth Laura cried out in pleasure, shaking her head.

Rico's voice was firm yet not demeaning or threatening, "You're quite the slut, aren't you Mrs. Williams?" And he manipulated her clit again and quickly went back to her anus, applied more pressure and pushed part way into her sphincter causing another cry of pleasure. "You're my little red haired puta, eh?"

"What's that?" Laura was barely able to husk out, "Puta??"

Rico chuckled again and quickly repeated his earlier finger movements leaving Laura panting and moaning.

"A puta is a whore. You my little whore, bitch?" The finger went back to her anus and easily slipped past her sphincter up to his second knuckle where Rico took a couple of gentle finger thrusts.

"Eh, bitch? My little red haired puta?" The finger stayed in her ass while Rico used his other hand to work her lips and clit.

"Yes!" Laura managed to pant. She gripped the bar she was tied to and pressed her belly harder into the table. She felt the need to thrust, to rub against the table. She desperately wanted to fuck. Yes, she thought to herself, her body aflame with raw sexual feelings, she wanted to fuck like an animal. She didn't want to think. Just be mounted, be bred like a bitch. She grunted several times, rubbing her mound as hard as she could against the table.

Again the little chuckle, "What do you want me to do, puta? You want me to put my fingers into your secret garden? That what you want bitch?" 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" There was only need in her voice, raw need. Joanne heard it, smiled inwardly. She shoved the dildo deep into her own cunt and thrust it hard several times until it hurt. As Laura's lack of inhibition raised Joanne felt her own blood rise and burn; the darkness she felt to possess Laura was so sweet and so encompassing.

Rico pulled his finger slowly from her anus and his other hand left her clit. "Ah, little puta you forgot to say 'please.'"

Laura cried out in frustration. "PLEASE!" Wantonness and need was now all that was in her voice.

"Ummm, you've been a bad girl. Tell you what," Rico stood near the head of the table now. He untied her left hand and took off her blindfold, "do what you want. I love to see a slut like you do yourself. Nothing beats watching a woman fuck herself."

As soon as Rico freed her hand Laura lifted her belly quickly, twisted a leg up and ran her free hand down along her belly to reach her clit – completely oblivious to Rico's presence.

Again the chuckle; Rico took Laura by the hair and gently raised her face. Her face was red and sweat poured down her forehead. Her eyes were glassy. But she did not stop frigging herself. "Open your mouth, puta, and suck me off."

Joanne closed her eyes and slumped against the wall, the dildo slowly moving as she took a deep breath of the crotch of Laura's panties.

"Please," Laura panted.

"Please what puta? I told you to suck me."

"Please," Laura licked her lips and swallowed hard as her efforts masturbating intensified, "please put a towel between my legs, a...a rolled up...uh, a rolled up towel so I can fuck against it."

Rico stepped back from the head of the table and crossed his arms. "So you can fuck against it? Is that what you said? Did you say fuck?"

"Y-Yes...yes I said fuck. Please, Rick, please...I'll do whatever you want just...uh," Laura's hip rose slightly higher off the table so she could get another finger in her cunt. "Please."

"Well, since you said please." Rico went and rolled up a towel. He knew exactly where to place it and as Laura took her first rub against the towel Rico did three things, almost simultaneously: He pulled Laura's head and chest off the table by the hair. As she screamed at this violence he jammed two fingers into her anus. He then let loose of her hair letting her fall back to the table unexpectedly as he swatted her ass, hard."

Joanne worked the dildo harder and quicker as she pulled a nipple with the panties covering her fingers. She wished she were on the table. She looked at Laura's face; her eyes were more dazed, there was a tear or two on her cheeks but she kept masturbating like there was no tomorrow. She seemed to intensify her efforts on each thrust of Rico's fingers.

Suddenly Rico was back at the head of the table. He took her by the hair again. She opened her mouth voluntarily. He pressed the large plum head of his cock slowly into her small mouth. From here time for Laura seemed to both slow down and speed up.

"Ummm, puta your mouth...your mouth, it's almost as tight as that virgin ass of yours," Rico said appreciatively. Laura felt humiliated but she wanted to come, she had to come. Her fingers sped up while Rico thrust slowly and shallowly in her mouth. Laura's tongue moving around the large, plum shaped head, occasionally dipping deeply into Rico's slit, and winning high praise from Rico. 

Finally, she felt the first contractions of her sex and collapsed fully onto her belly, covered in sweat and oil and blowing hard through her nose since Rico was using her mouth.

Rico withdrew, pulled her arm out from under her belly and retied her wrist to the table. Laura was limp; she did not resist. Then he took her by the hair again and submissively she opened her mouth for him, moving her head the little she could in Rico's grip to take his sex into her mouth.

"Here's something you may not enjoy but I love it. You'll have to have Allyson teach you how to do this without panicking or anything like that."

Joanne stopped her masturbation wondering what he was going to do to Laura. "Oh God," she whispered to herself. She knew.

Laura's eyes, though glazed, were looking up at him as he slowly pushed his cockhead around in her mouth. He had not pushed his cock any deeper into her mouth than the corona.

"Here goes."

He slid his hand down around her throat, elevating her throat a bit and then pushed into her mouth until he knew by the feeling (he always thought that it felt like he was popping a girl's cherry, no matter how old the woman), by the ugly and pained sound Laura made as he pushed past her gag reflex and the thrashing of Laura's body on the table, that he had pushed all the way into her upper esophagus. He proceeded to hold her head and throat immobile and fuck her throat, as if it were her ass or cunt. Laura's body thrashed though, sideways and up and down; she made gagging noises, she blew and snorted through her nose loudly and she made pleading noises for him to stop.

For Rico, it didn't take long, not near long enough; for Laura, Rico's sodomy felt like an eternity plus. 

Just as her vision started to get gray and the sounds of her own desperation and Rico's obscene patter started to fade in her ears she vaguely sensed his cock jerk and her throat flood with his cum. She thought it bizarre. Bizarre that she was having this particular thought, at this particular time - a strange man gleefully holding her throat in a death grip with his penis buried in her mouth, using her as if she were just some sex toy. Her thought was this: since he came so far back in her throat, she thought that his cum felt warm and thick, and if she could taste it, it would taste like her grandmother's chicken noodle soup that Laura enjoyed as a small child. As he pulled his cock back she tasted the warm, thick, salty fluid on her tongue. Yes. It was her grandmother's chicken noodle soup.

When Rico was fully clear of her mouth he jacked his cock landing two or three long gobs of cum on her forehead, cheeks and chin. 

The pleasant thought about her grandmother's chicken soup passed and time seemed to snap back, for just a moment, as she started to choke and cough. A rush of saliva mixed with cum rolled off her tongue and down her chin; she didn't know whether she had just thrown up but her choking eased a bit. A couple of more huge gulps of air and her body went limp again on the table except for some random twitching. She was simply panting now, her eyes closed, mouth wide open and wet. 

Laura had no sense of time at all now. She just knew Rico was no longer using her. Dimly her consciousness registered the click and flash of a camera. Once. Twice. Three times.




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 03



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Shock and Awe – Gone Horribly Awry

She opened her eyes but didn't even try to focus. Laura felt a hand on her head, petting her like she petted her cats. When she found her voice she asked, in a half-whisper thick with phlegm, "Rick, is that you," and for reasons beyond her comprehension she felt like she needed to add, "baby?"

When there was no immediate answer she turned her head and came eye to eye with Joanne. Joanne had the look but it was somehow sinister, Laura thought. 

"My," Joanne said slowly and with great pleasure, "aren't you just the mess? Like a $2 crack whore down on Independence Avenue."

"Joanne! Joanne, oh thank God! He raped me! He sodomized me!"

"Laura, you little whore, don't lie to me," Joanne said as she used her middle finger to push a dollop of Rico's cum past Laura's lips. "Suck," she commanded.

Laura obeyed.

"I watched the whole thing. I came like a bitch in heat, baby, watching you two; watching you thrash as Rico fucked that pretty little face of yours. I used this finger, this dildo and these panties." Joanne held up her middle finger that she had used to feed Laura Rico's cum, an ivory dildo that looked very old and that had bumps around its circumference and Laura's panties that she thought she had lost weeks ago.

"You seemed to be really enjoying your, um, massage. As much as you enjoyed having Allyson eat your pussy and then stick your fingers up inside her pretty pussy while you two French kissed. How long after you got home did you wash her cum off your fingers, hmmmm? Or was having a man use you better?"

Laura was stunned and confused. She had no idea what to say, she simply starred at Joanne's face, Joanne's delighted, smiling face. Joanne pushed another smaller dollop of cum up Laura's chin to Laura's lips. Without being told to suck, Laura took Joanne's finger and sucked it clean. 

"Good girl," Joanne said, reclaiming her finger and scooping the last dollop off Laura's cheek and popping it in her own mouth, slowly sucking her finger as she locked eyes with Laura.

Joanne laid her hands over each other and then sat her chin down so she was forehead to forehead with Laura. She sighed. "So, really, who was better? Allyson or Rico?"

"I...I...can't say..." Laura barely managed to whisper, the hint of tears in her voice and eyes. Joanne sat back up and caressed Laura's sweat ravaged face that clearly showed the emotional conflict that was boiling inside her.

"Shhhh, don't cry dear. It's all right. Let me ask you something. Okay?"

"Uh, sure," Laura sniffled.

"Your encounter with Rico, did you like it? I mean the way you cried and moaned and fingered yourself so urgently when he took his hand away and didn't finish what he started, you looked really into it, you know?"

Laura was still starring at Joanne, her eyes wide and moist. "Yes," she said hesitantly.

"Laura?" Joanne chided.

"Yes. I-I, uh, well, I, uh, loved it. Very much," Laura said with some bit of resolution in her voice.

"And when Rico forced your mouth and came in you like that, how'd you feel?"

Laura thought for a minute. Reluctantly she confessed, "I loved that too. It felt so primal and I felt so helpless and wild at the same time. He tasted like pussy..." She let her voice trail off as the realization hit her.

Joanne's smile brightened, "Oh, that's right dear, Rico fucked me before he came to you. He fucked me really, really well. I felt like the head of his cock had split my cervix open and he was pushing that rod of his into my womb. So. How'd I taste?"

"G-Good. It was all...good."

"You know, Laura, sweetheart, you haven't asked to be untied."

Laura looked at a bound wrist in amazement.

"Lift your hand with just a little force, dear."

Laura lifted her hand with barely any force and heard and saw the Velcro break apart and her hand was free.

"I would never allow myself or any other person in my home to be used in a serious scene without going over the rules with them; safe words and all that. Rico had you psychologically but if you really wanted to get free you could have very easily. But you apparently didn't and furthermore, you never told Rico to stop. Stop was your safe word."

Joanne's never raised her voice, in fact she got quieter, but it took on an angry tone. "So, you little self righteous slut, you give yourself to a girl you only just met, you let a strange man finger fuck your ass and deep throat him - albeit the deep throating was involuntary - but you won't give yourself to ME!" 

Without missing a beat Joanne continued her summation, "I watched you the day you 'lost' your panties; how you came so wantonly, smearing your cunt on my sofa arm in the library. God, as wet and sticky as you were and the way you clenched you must have been so turned on."

"How...?" Laura interrupted.

"Web cams throughout the entire house, slut.

"I know what you were doing right up to where you were ready to give yourself to the deliveryman. If I hadn't showed up when I had; if I'd been five minutes later would he have had his cock in your mouth, your hands clutching his ass for stability? Would you let that dog have your pussy, have your ass? I've never had him but he looks like a good fuck."

Tears were rolling down Laura's cheeks as she sobbed on hearing her "sins" presented to her. 

Joanne was merciless, "We had a good dinner, good talk, your wine was excellent and so was my whiskey. I felt so close to you, I opened up even more to you. I felt vulnerable and that is a rare feeling for me, baby. We got to see a live sex show. You masturbated in my car after we saw that little performance last night; God damn, girl but I was more turned on by watching you fuck yourself than by the show. You slept naked on my floor like a wanton whore, exhausted from her whoring. You even ruined a $500 chair in my guest room by rubbing your sweaty, musky cunt and belly on it, fucking against it to feel that fire in your pussy spread out over your body, undoubtedly to get yourself off one more time.

"But you won't give yourself to ME! From what I understand you won't give yourself to your husband like a real wife, good wife either. But you'll fucking whore around, won't you?!"

"Why are you such a hypocrite? You withhold your pleasures and being pleasured from those who love you and whom you claim to love, me, Sam, God."

Joanne shook her head with anger and disgust, "You're probably just a Sunday morning Christian, aren't you? You have no idea what is required of you by God. You unfaithful, ungrateful little bitch! You whore! 

"I offer you so much and yet you reject me on moral and religious grounds." Joanne laughed cruelly and was even crueler when she finished her thought, "What an unbelievable crock of shit you are!"

Laura was weeping now, her tears flowing freely, her face burning with shame and a sick feeling filling her stomach. "Please...please, Joanne. Anne, oh, please don't say those things Joanne...please. You know deep down that I love you! I'm not a hypocrite! I'm not... Please..." Laura's voice was lost with her crying and then her body was wracked with sobs, unable to protest any further. She looked so pathetic, trying to lay in a fetal position on her side while having one hand still bound - weakly by Velcro.

Joanne bent and spoke softly but cruelly in Laura's ear, "You disgust me, you cheap, faithless slut. Get out of my house! NOW!"

Joanne turned on her heel and headed for her room. Now it was Joanne's turn to feel sick. She got to her room, slamming the door loud enough for Laura to hear, and went straight to her bathroom. She barely made it before she lost her breakfast kneeling over the toilet. 

Joanne cleaned her face and rinsed out her mouth and then she pressed herself to the bedroom door, waiting. Sweat rolled off her forehead and body. Please Laura, love, please come to me. Please, Joanne whispered it like a mantra.

Several times she wanted to fling open the door and run downstairs to comfort Laura. But no, no, she couldn't. She had to stay the course. It's what her husband had done to her, what she had done to others; she knew the sexual psyches of people. Laura would come. Joanne must not give in.

Minutes passed.

Laura had not come crying to her door. And she hadn't heard Laura leave.

Then a horrific thought struck her: Laura's in the kitchen. What if she tries to kill herself? Oh, oh, oh God! Terror washed over Joanne's body. She pushed herself off the door, grabbed a robe and sprinted as quickly as she could for the kitchen, almost falling down the stairs.

Joanne saw Rico first. When he turned to face her she saw that he was pressing a kitchen towel to his side. It was bright red. Joanne gasped, a look of absolute horror on her face. "Rico?" she asked slowly.

"I'm okay, it didn't go deep." Rico said and then pointed to a corner of the kitchen. Naked and trembling, mumbling incoherently, squatted Laura, her arms and hands covering her breasts protectively and her legs pressed tightly together.

Joanne started to go to her when Rico grabbed her arm. "Hold up. She's still got a steak knife. It's in the hand on her breast; you can't see it. We need to think this out."

Joanne was ashen white as she looked at Laura and then Rico. She put her hands to her mouth, dumbfounded with the horror she'd created.

"Joanne. Joanne! Hey!" Rico said gently but loudly, "Snap out of it. Everyone's physically all right for the moment. You need to think."

Joanne looked at Rico like he was from another planet. "No. No! What are you say-...?!"

"JOANNE!" Rico shouted in her face, not wanting to slap her.

She took her trembling hands from her mouth, "Rico, my God, Rick, what have I done?"

"Uh, Joanne, I don't know, but, uh, let's think about this, okay. Get your wits about you, you know?"

Joanne took notice again of the kitchen towel pressed against Rico's side. "Oh, Rico...Rico, I'm so sorry. What happened?"

"I came back into the kitchen after your little scene and she was getting ready to slit her wrists with a steak knife. I wrestled it away from her but not before she cut me. Shit Joanne, she didn't have a nervous breakdown she had a fuckin' melt down." He cocked his head in Laura's direction, "I think the lights are on but nobody's home right at the moment, know what I'm saying? Uh, was it me?"

Joanne glanced at Laura; she had drawn her knees up to her breasts and was still mumbling. Joanne turned back to Rico and pulled over a kitchen chair, "No, Rick, it wasn't you. Here, sit down. You want me to call 911 or Allyson?" 

"Get Allyson, she used to be a critical care nurse. Tell her to bring her kit."

As luck would have it, Allyson was giving a massage two blocks over from Joanne's - at the home of a couple of Joanne's acquaintance - he was a surgeon and she was a nurse practitioner.

"Allyson's coming and she's bringing Julie." 

"I was hoping she'd be there. Between the two of them they'll fix me up."

While they waited Joanne sat at the kitchen table and starred at her devastated lover. Laura had started rocking gently, still mumbling, her eyes were wide and unfocused.

Allyson and Julie got to Joanne's in minutes. Initially they both examined Rico and when it appeared Rico's wound was superficial Julie went to Joanne while Allyson stayed with Rico.

"Annie, you okay?" Julie asked softly seeing Joanne's ashen, stunned look.

Joanne looked at Julie, her eyes welling with tears, "Could you help her, Julie?" pointing to Laura. 

Julie took Joanne's hand, "What happened here?"

Joanne bowed her head and nervously rubbed her forehead. Julie knew Joanne had an unusual sex life but she never wanted details from her husband, a surgeon whom Julie allowed to "fuck around" with select people, Joanne being in that select group.

Joanne's hands were shaking; Julie gripped a little tighter on the one she was holding. "Annie, what's wrong with her? It's all right. I need to know if I'm going to help."

Joanne laughed nervously and without mirth, "Her name's Laura. I was trying to seduce her into a relationship; her husband's my steady lover but only on condition that we could bring her into our relationship." 

No one noticed but Laura had quit rocking, quit mumbling and her eyes were wide but focused. She heard all of what Joanne told Julie. She fixed her gaze on Joanne and Julie.

"I-I got impatient. I wanted to make love to her so badly. I wanted her to, well; let's just say I pushed. I did something my husband did to me when he was training me."

"Annie, I'm not really sure what you are trying to say. What do you mean training?"

"Julie, surely Michael has told you of my appetites. My husband developed those appetites in me by psychologically and physically abusing me until I finally started to like the life he was making for me.

Julie gasped, "My God Annie, how horrible! I'm so sorry you went through that."

Joanne smiled a pained smile. On top of all that had just happened Julie was playing amateur psychiatrist. She didn't know how to tell Julie that her training was 38 years ago and that all in all, despite all she went through, she liked it. She had to get Julie back on track to help Laura. She was getting frustrated.

"Julie, you must think me such a monster..." Joanne started to weep. Laura wanted to rush to her. "No, Annie, I know you're kinky and you know it's not my cup of tea but I don't judge you. So, what exactly happened?"

"I had Rico give her a massage and then I had him fondle her, finger," she hesitated, "uh, forgive my language, Julie, I'm sorry, I had Rico finger fuck her ass and then he forced himself into her mouth and brutally sodomized her.

"It actually looked like she was enjoying it..."

To her stunned surprise a thought came over Laura Oh my God, Joanne, I was, I was enjoying it!

"...And then I read her the riot act; I played on her guilt. She's a wonderful, very proper woman. Over the past few weeks I've been getting her to open up to her sexuality. But she hasn't gotten her conscience, her heart and her libido in sync yet. She was very confused about what she was feeling and while she enjoyed her secret sex life, she was ashamed that I knew.

"Oh, Julie, I laid it on with a trowel. I put such a guilt trip on her, trying to break her, hoping she'd come to me, pleading for another chance and then I could help her get all her feelings and desires in harmony. I just shouldn't have pushed. I know you're not into women so this probably sounds funny, feel free to laugh, but I - Jesus, she's been driving me crazy with lust - and I just pushed to far to quickly. I love her terribly, just as much or even more than her husband.

"I didn't mean for her to try to hurt herself..."

Laura was blown away by what she was hearing but she still didn't know how to think or what to do. She was feeling like she was outside her body and lost.

Julie gave Joanne's hand a squeeze, "It'll be okay, Annie. Let me go talk to her."

Julie walked slowly toward Laura and knelt down a foot or two in front of her. Now, both Joanne and Julie noticed Laura seemed more alert. Laura looked Julie in the eyes.

"Hi Laura, my name's Julie. I'm a nurse and I'm a friend of Joanne's. I know something bad has happened to you. Are you wanting to hurt yourself now?"

Laura shook her head and then unfolded her arms and legs and slowly gave Julie the steak knife. "Thank you, Laura," Julie said as Laura drew her knees back to her breasts. What do you want to do? You and I can sit here and talk or I'll help you go to a hospital." 

"Can I talk to Joanne?" Laura said in a shaky voice.

"Sure." Joanne was stunned and walked quickly and knelt next to Julie.

"Laura, honey, I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Laura's expression was still rather vacant but she said slowly, her voice still moist from Rico's fucking, "I thought love meant never having to say you're sorry." 

Joanne's eyebrows shot up an inch. "Honey?"

"You know, Love Story, Love means never having to say you're sorry."

Joanne didn't know what to say. Laura continued.

"Your lover is Sam? My Sam?"

"Uh, yes." Joanne bowed her head and felt her face flush with shame.

"But you really love me too? You really want a relationship with me too?"

"I want to love both of you – I DO love both of you; I want us to be a family like the ones we've been researching. I was serious the other night about seducing you and loving you." 

"I still don't really understand any of this though. I can't get my head around it, you know?"

"I understand dear, this is all my fault. I'm so sorry."

"I don't disgust you?"

"No, baby. You don't. It was a head game I was playing. I shouldn't have played it. It was so wrong of me." 

Julie interjected, "Joanne, I'm sorry, but I think I need to say this. Laura, you've been through a bad experience this morning. You sound like things are better for you but do you want me to take you to a hospital where you can rest and be treated."

Laura looked at Julie for a long minute then she turned to Joanne. "I - I, uh, I want to stay here, if that's okay."

"Sure it is, honey. If you feel safe with Joanne, I'll take off but here," Julie wrote down her name and number on a piece of paper, "you call me if you need me. I promise I'll help, okay?"

For the first time since this incident started Laura smiled weakly. "Sure, thank you. You're very kind." 

"I'm going to talk with Joanne a minute and then she'll be back with you, okay? You just sit there until she comes and helps you."

"I will."

"It was nice meeting you, Laura. Annie," Julie took her by the arm and led her to the opposite corner of the kitchen, "I think I have a fair picture of what went down. I can't say that I like it or feel comfortable leaving Laura with you.

"You have to know she seems to me to be very fragile. If she suffers another big shock..." Julie let the warning hang in the air. "Well, I believe you do love her but I don't want to find out you've pushed her or you'll never fuck my Michael again - and never have a shot at me. Understand?"

Joanne was startled. She stared at Julie for her directness; she was a bit shocked by what Julie had to say - ending with the threat that Julie would deny Joanne Julie's husband and the possibility of having Julie sexually - whom in many ways was just as sexually appealing as Laura. "Uh, yes. I promise. I won't hurt her anymore. You have to believe me, I didn't mean for this to happen, I just..."

"I know, Annie. It's okay. I'm going to call Laura tonight. I want to talk to her and make sure she's all right. Okay?"

"Sure. Thank you."

Julie bit her lower lip and looked away for a second. When she turned back to Joanne she asked, "Do you have any sedatives in the house, you know, Valium, Xanax, anything like that?

"Uh, no. I don't use them," trying to make a joke Joanne said, "I've found a couple of Irish whiskey's usually do the trick, so to speak."

Julie was not amused, "Well, all righty then. Uh, why don't you lay off the booze. I'm also a physician's assistant and I have dispensing privileges." She grabbed her bag and fished around for a prescription pad from the doctor's office she worked at. "Here's a script for some Valium. I'm writing it for Laura - what's her last name?"

"Williams."

"But you could probably use one or two yourself." Joanne didn't know whether to feel grateful or insulted when Julie handed her the prescription but she smiled at Julie and took it gracefully.

Allyson had Rico standing, his arm around her shoulder. "Joanne, we're taking off. I want to get Rick some stitches. See you tomorrow, usual time?"




Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 03



"Sure."

"Sorry Joanne," Rico said over his shoulder as Allyson was leading him out.

"It's okay Rick, you did fine. Get well."

Suddenly Joanne found herself alone in her kitchen with Laura. She looked at Laura still sitting in the corner. Laura was looking at her expectantly.

Joanne went to Laura and stood inches in front of her. Laura reached out and touched Joanne's knee under her robe and slid her fingers up Joanne's inner thigh to her sex.

Joanne hissed and whispered an Oh my God! as Laura's fingers made contact with Joanne's sex.

Laura whispered, barely audibly, "I'm your bitch. I love you." Laura worked her middle finger between Joanne's fleshy lips and slid it down, with some pressure, from the top of Joanne's clit to the opening to her cunt.

Joanne shrugged out of her robe and spread her legs. "Look at me, Laura."

Laura looked up into Joanne's face. Joanne had a very pleased smile on her face. "Then please your Mistress, little bitch and then I'll start your training." 

Laura came to her knees, her middle finger curling to seek Joanne's G-spot. Once on her knees she slid her other hand over Joanne's lower belly, hip and on around to hug Joanne's ass to herself, Laura's fingers playing in Joanne's crack. Ever so gently, Laura kissed Joanne's mons and then flicked Joanne's silver clit ring with her tongue. She pulled her head back and gazed into Joanne's face, "Yes, Mistress."

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Author's note

This is as far as I have taken Laura and Joanne. Sam is still off in Baton Rouge with Joanne's friend and his new political client. Baton Rouge, according to what a resident there once told me, is far more sexualized and underground than New Orleans could hope to be. A lot of things happen in the darkness and in the oppressive Delta heat and humidity. 

So the question to my readers: do I take this threesome out to its end and see what happens when Sam, Laura and Joanne get together or is imagination enough?

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