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Gia

By: ginalmarie



Gia opened her eyes after an incredibly lengthy and deep sleep. Her arms naturally attempted to raise and stretch as she yawned. That's when she realized that it was impossible to move. Gia's arms were cuffed and hung over a pole above her, giving her no other option but to stand straight with her arms straight up behind her head. Gia began pulling at the cuffs, and tried kicking; only to find that her ankles were chained as well. She let out a loud grunt, and began to feel claustrophobic. All she could see straight ahead of her was a black glass wall. The lights were bright, and the room was completely lit. Gia desperately searched to her right and left for an escape, but she didn't see any doors or windows. With a glance to the concrete floor, she discovered that she was not wearing her clothes from the night before; she was completely naked. Her feet began to feel icy from the concrete floor, and she felt lightheaded. "Where the fuck am I?" She asked herself, as she got increasingly terrified and desperate. 

In her head, she began retracing her steps of the previous night. She had gone out to a few bars with her friends. They were bored with the usual bars they went to, and decided to check out Slant, the city's most popular gay club. "Who was I with? They obviously must realize that I went missing," Gia contemplated, "I was with Anna, Danielle, and Valerie. I left with them, so how'd I end up here?" She looked down again at her feet, and Gia had a flashback of the night. She was dancing with a woman at Slant. The woman had pin straight black hair that cascaded down her back. Gia recalled looking down at her heels, and complaining about how much they hurt. She also vaguely remembered her dance partner's manicured feet, in a pair of gladiator high heels. It was then that she remembered she had gone home with this mystery woman, and not her friends. 

Gia, like many females, had always been slightly enticed by females, but had never made an actual initiative to be with one. She had always been with men, but this night she was intrigued by this woman. Gia thought back to how she danced with the woman, and eventually walked hand and hand with her out of the club. The remainder of her memory was fuzzy, and the nausea of her hangover was beginning to kick in. 

"Hey blondie, how you holding up?" 

Gia frantically attempted to turn around, confused at who else was in the room with her. With a painful crane of her neck, she saw that there was not only one girl, but at least ten other females in the room. Each girl was bonded and chained as she was. Some had gags in their mouths. "Welcome to your new home," the same girl said. Gia looked around at all the females, naked and motionless. The only real way to distinguish between each girl was her hair color and breast size. The girl who spoke had curly brown hair that reached to her rather large breasts. "I'm Meg, by the way," she said casually, and nodded her head towards Gia, "and you?"

"I'm Gia. Where are we? What is going on? How did we get here?" Gia asked, as she looked around the room at the different girls. "

You probably went home from a club with a woman, right? Well you caught yourself in a little trap... like we all did." Meg paused, and when Gia failed to speak, she continued to talk. "There's no real tracking of time here, so unless you get chosen to go outside, you're stuck in this room 23 hours of the day."

"What do you mean get chosen?"

"You know, you get picked. By them," she nodded to the black glass wall that Gia had noticed earlier. "You want to get chosen, that's how you survive here."

Gia didn't understand. "How do you get chosen? 

"You'll learn as the days go by," she cracked her neck both ways, "you get chosen if they are attracted to you. Stand with confidence, look sexy, and no matter how badly you want to try and fight back, be as obedient as possible. You don't want to be like Emily..."

"Shut the fuck up, they're coming," another girl harshly whispered, she seemed panicked. This girl had blonde hair that was tied in a bun on top of her head, which accentuated her rather small breasts. 

Gia looked behind as well as she could, and saw a black door that blended into the wall. She hadn't noticed it before. When the door opened, the first thing she saw were those perfectly manicured feet, but this time, rather than in the gladiator heels, they were in red pointed heels. 

Gia turned back and faced straight ahead. She began breathing heavily. "Fucking bitch, she's a fucking bitch. I'm so stupid to have left with a random woman." Gia felt a hand slide over her side and over her breast. She felt herself get fondled, as she found herself face to face with her captor. 

"Gia, so nice to see you," she glided her hand over Gia's cheek. Gia moved her head away, as if the touch burned. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you..." she said, grabbing Gia's chin with her thumb and index finger, "as long as you are an obedient pet."

Gia stood there stunned as the woman walked off acknowledge another girl chained up. When the woman had gone to every chained girl, she went outside the room, and brought in three ladies. All three of the ladies seemed to be in their thirties, and were dressed in designer clothing. For such proper women, Gia couldn't comprehend why they would partake in vile situation. 

All three of the women walked through the rows of women, inspecting each one as if they were an animal or garment of clothing from a store. One of them, with black hair and a blood red blouse went up to Gia and examined her. She bent down and looked at Gia's vagina. Gia immediately felt disgusted and violated. She closed her legs as tightly as she could. 

"This one must be new," she told her partners. "Kira, what's her name?"

"Her name is Gia, got her last night."

Gia stood there, plotting a horrific murder in her head, picturing how she'd kill each one of these women.

"I'll take her. I'd like to break her in," the black haired woman said, touching Gia's bottom with her hand. 

The other two women slowly made their choices. After what seemed like hours, they both made their decisions. One of the women, with short light brown hair, stated that she'd take her 'usual.' "Thank you master Pearce," Meg said graciously, bowing down her head to the woman. The three women left, leaving the room fill of the captives and Kira. 

"What the fuck is going on? Gia thought to herself, "is this a sick joke?"

Kira took a key from her pocket and unchained Gia's feet. She them slipped the cuffs off Gia's wrists. Before she could even massage her sore wrists, someone from behind grabbed her arms and cuffed them yet again. This woman had short hair, and appeared out of nowhere. "This is Nikki," Kira motioned towards the new woman, "I recommend you be friendly to her."

Kira led the three captives out of the room, and brought them into another concrete room. This was a dimly lit space, with a single light bulb on the ceiling. There were various hooks spread throughout the wall, and Nikki chained the three captives onto these hooks with their cuffs. "I'll be right back, lovies." Kira said as she sauntered away from the room. Gia found herself alone in the room with Meg, and a black haired girl with small breasts. 

"What is happening?" Gia asked frantically, tugging at the cuffs. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Shh! Don't talk, or else we'll get in trouble." Meg said quietly.

"Get in trouble? Are we in elementary school or something? Where are we being taken?"

Meg and the other girl looked up, Gia faced in the direction that they were looking. Kira was standing in the doorway of the room. In one hand she was holding a whip, and in another hand, she held three mouth gags. 

"Tsk tsk tsk, too bad you have to learn the hard way," Kira shook her head, placing the gags into each of the captive's mouths. She unhooked Gia from the hook, and pulled her chain to another hook, this time, so that Gia was facing the wall instead of facing the room. 

"Since it's your first night, you don't know the rules yet. Thus, I'll be easy of you. Just this once." Kira pulled the whip and rubbed her thumb against the leather handle. 

Whip.

Gia felt an incredible amount of pain on her bottom. It seared and burned and she wanted desperately to protect herself. 

"Here at my house, you do not speak unless spoken to."

Whip.

"You do not give my guests attitude. And you most certainly do not give Master Kira attitude."

Whip.

"Do I make myself clear?"

Kira paused, and when Gia didn't make an effort to nod her head, she whipped her again. Gia's bottom was covered with four whip marks, bright red. Gia felt tears run down her face, and she suddenly collapsed. Kira pet her head, and coolly said, "There, there, pet. Everything will be all right." With that, Kira called in Nikki, and the girls were unchained and led up the stairs into a dining room. The three women from earlier were sitting around a massive rectangular table. Gia could smell food, and immediately realized how hung-over she actually was. She resisted the urge to puke as she found herself being pushed onto her knees. She knelt down and put her hands to her face, and began to cry. She was humiliated, confused, exhausted, and just wanted to go home. Meg nudged her with her shoulder, and shook her head desperately. Gia realized that crying was not a good idea, and tried to kneel correctly. She sat there, with her tears drying, as she wondered what was going to possibly happen next. 

The woman who had 'chosen' Gia kneeled her front of her, and patted her head. She had a collar in her hand, which she placed tightly around Gia's neck. The other women did the same to their captives. Following the collars, a leash was connected to it. 

"Now, walk," the woman spoke to Gia. Gia attempted to stand up to walk, as she was ordered to do, only to be pushed back to the ground. "Walk like a dog," the woman ordered. Gia stayed kneeling, sitting in embarrassment. She was waiting for someone to tell her that all of this was a joke. But nobody did. Instead, the woman dragged her, until Gia couldn't breathe. She finally began to crawl like a dog, and followed the woman. Gia shook her head, "this is so revolting, this is so disgusting," she said her herself over and over.

The woman took Gia into a bedroom on the same floor, and sat on the bed. She tied Gia's leash to the bedpost, and leisurely laid on the bed. "My name is Master Mary, and you are mine, tonight. You will love me, and listen to me, because you are my pet. Do you understand?" 

Teary-eyed Gia nodded her head, and bowed down her head. She stared at the floor, feeling more emotionless by the minute. 

"Now, before supper, I'm going to need a sort of release. Can you help me out with that pet?" She asked, putting her hand in front of Gia's mouth. Gia looked at it questioningly. "Lick it, you cunt," Master Mary ordered. Gia slowly licked her hand until her master pushed her away. Her master pulled the leash close to her, and she took off the mouth gag. Gia sucked in the fresh air, and slowly began to breathe out of her mouth.

Master Mary pulled the leash closer to her now, and kissed Gia on the lips. She forcefully pushed Gia's head down until her head was level to her crotch. 

"Will you take off my pants like a good girl?" Master Mary cooed, motioning towards the handcuffs. Gia contemplated saying yes, and then attacking her. However, her master pointed to a camera in the room, and stated "Nikki will come in with a Taser if you attempt anything stupid. Do you understand that you have no choice but to be obedient, my pet?" 

Gia nodded her head, "yes master."

Master Mary undid the handcuffs, and again pushed Gia's face towards her crotch. She lay sexily on the bed, adjusting the pillows under her head. Gia hated herself, she hated the situation, and she wanted to die. She slowly took her sore hands and pulled down the black pants that Master Mary was wearing. She had no idea what she was doing, so after she pulled the pants off, she looked at her master questioningly. Master Mary again shoved her head into her now bare crotch, until Gia's mouth was in her hairless vagina. Gia immediately realized that she was to give oral sex to her master. She had absolutely no idea how to do it, but she realized that she had no choice. 

Gia took a breath and began to lick inside her master's vagina, unsure of what was where, and what anything was. There was a vague scent of perfume, and there was a dull taste of salt on her tongue. Gia realized that her master's cliterous was throbbing, so she attempted to massage her clit as much as possible. Master Mary moaned gently, and pushed Gia's head harder into her vagina. Gia was short on breath, and could hardly breathe, but she knew that she had to continue. 

Gia recalled her friends discussing oral on a girl once, and that a tip for lesbians was that when giving oral sex to their lesbian partner, they were to trace the alphabet on the girl's clit. With no idea what else to do, Gia tried to do a mixture of alphabet letters, and sucking her master's clit. She knew that Master Mary was almost reaching climax when she began thrusting her hips violently, and ramming her head harder and harder into her crotch. 

When Master Mary came, Gia could taste nothing but the dull salt taste in her mouth. Her master pushed her off of the bed. Gia knelt beside the bed while her master lay panting.

Gia, the Van and Ladies at Play



Gia pulled up to the mansion and parked her older model car where she had been instructed. It would be garaged at the house while she was gone with Mrs. Rutherford and her friends. She would be gone for one week, serving as a housekeeper for the wealthy ladies that went north to Mrs. Rutherford's country get away. 

She got out, gathered up her purse, and went to the front door to ring the bell. Mrs. Rutherford's manservant (an old shriveled up thing) let her in and showed her to the library. 

Gia sat in a comfortable chair and waited for Mrs. Rutherford. She was excited about the week ahead. She wasn't going north for fun and relaxation, but to work. She would cook and clean and take care of the older women while they had fun. And she would be paid well. She needed the money. What college girl didn't? Her friend had done this last summer and couldn't believe the money she had made. She had received an outrageous tip and although she had worked hard, thought it had been worth the hassle.

Gia had promised herself she would work equally as hard as her friend in hopes of ensuring her own generous tip, and she would ignore Mrs. Rutherford's weirdness. The older, wealthy lady had interviewed her for over two hours two weeks ago and insisted on video taping it. She had explained to Gia she needed the tape to show her girlfriends that Gia would be working for. Two weeks after the interview, Mrs. Rutherford had called Gia to tell her she had been accepted by all her friends, and was she still interested in the job? Gia had readily said yes and now here she was waiting for the old biddy to come and greet her. Maybe they would discuss her duties in further detail. Gia couldn't have been more from the truth of her situation if she tried.

Mrs. Rutherford greeted Gia formally. She told the young girl they would have a drink before dinner. The man who had opened the door for Gia came in and made himself busy making a pitcher of some type of drink, and when he was done, he filled two glasses. As he served, Mrs. Rutherford asked Gia, "Do you have your car keys, dear? My man here can see that it is moved and that your bag is brought in."

Gia dug in her purse and handed Mrs. Rutherford's man her car keys. He left without a word, and the two ladies were left alone.

The older woman handed Gia a cocktail, and took her own seat behind the big desk that Gia sat in front of.

"My friends are anxious to get away for the week. As I've told you before, we enjoy our time up north. We've been vacationing up there for years now. Our little group has grown modestly over the years, but it's still a tight knit group. We have our own ideas on what it fun," Mrs. Rutherford told Gia, sipping her drink.

The two made polite conversation until they had finished their second cocktail and Mrs. Rutherford was pouring the third. She was handing Gia her drink when there was a knock at the library door.

"Enter," Mrs. Rutherford called.

A big, burly man opened the door. He was very good looking, youngish, and powerfully built. He did not enter the library, but stood in the doorway.

Mrs. Rutherford looked down at Gia. She set her cocktail down on the desk and smiled slowly. The smile didn't do anything to lessen the severity of her style of hair (a tight gray bun) or her style of clothes (gray tweed jacket and matching skirt. Her white blouse had a ruffle running down the front, and her hose were thick and shinny, no doubt the support kind. Her shoes were thick heeled and practical, no doubt the support kind). For some reason, her smile made Gia nervous.

Mrs. Rutherford tipped Gia's head upward by the chin. It was a gentle touch yet confident. 

"So lovely," Mrs. Rutherford whispered. "Such a lovely, lovely girl." 

With her free hand Mrs. Rutherford hauled off and slapped Gia across the face. Hard! Before Gia could process what had just happened Mrs. Rutherford slapped her again on the opposite cheek then she called, "Reginald?"

The burly young man was at Gia's chair, where she sat stunned, in a flash. He yanked her out of her seat from behind and held her upper arms tightly. Gia could not move, although she was struggling to get lose.

Reginald held her easily. All the girls fought, at first. He knew she wouldn't get away, and he would watch and assist Mrs. R toy with the girl. He specially liked holding them down while Mrs. R ate them for the first time. Oh, the tears! The begging! The anger! It was a huge turn on!

Mrs. Rutherford stood in front of Gia, and slapped her face again. Gia gasped in shock. Her face felt hot where the older lay had struck her. Her mind was reeling! What was going on? She struggled ineffectively against the man who was holding her arms. She couldn't free herself, and Mrs. Rutherford could strike her again at anytime.

"Settle down, Miss," Mrs. Rutherford told Gia. She began to unbutton Gia's shirt. "It would be so much more pleasurable for you, if you relax. Anymore struggling nonsense will get you a lot worse than a few warning slaps across your face."

Gia's blouse was undone, and Mrs. Rutherford reached around her and unhooked her bra. The woman pushed up the bra and admired Gia's naked boobs. She sighed at the sight.

"They're nice. So young and perky."

Mrs. Rutherford cupped Gia's tits and pinched her nipples until they were small erect points. Gia was horrified to know her body was responding to this forced manipulation.

"Reginald jiggle her tits while I remove her skirt," Mrs. Rutherford instructed.

Reginald threaded his left arm between Gia's back and both her arms so that her arms were on the outside of his arm, and his arm was against her back. When he grabbed her right arm, her arms were pinned. He reached forward greedily and began to bounce Gia's right boob up and down.

Mrs. Rutherford watched as Reginald played with Gia's chest. He was able to watch too. His dick swelled and he pushed its impressive size against Gia's body.

"Pinch her nipples," Mrs. Rutherford ordered. "Harder. I want to hear her squeal."

Gia did squeal when Reginald pinched her tips very hard.

"I wonder if she's wet." Mrs. Rutherford raked her eyes downward. "Let's see if she's enjoying herself."

The older lady spun Gia's skirt around her waist and unzipped it. She pushed it down to the floor and commented, "She's wearing panties. Why is it girls these days always wear panties?" 

Reginald gave a grunt as way of an answer as he kept harshly fondling Gia's boobies.

"Well, off they go."

Mrs. Rutherford pushed down Gia's pink panties, and Gia redoubled her efforts to escape. Mrs. Rutherford did not find this amusing and told Reginald to stop. She looked at Gia's boobies, and began to slap them very hard.

Gia sucked in a gasp as the woman punished her helpless breasts.

"I always find it amazing," the older lady said, " how you girls fight. You signed a contract, my dear."

"I didn't sign up to be sexually abused," Gia said bravely, her chin titling up.

"Oh, but you did," Mrs. Rutherford smiled wickedly.

Mrs. Rutherford laughed, and moved to get her chair from behind the desk. As she rolled it toward Gia she told her, "It's cleverly hidden, and said in so many words. I'm a very smart woman." She sat down in front of Gia's naked crotch. "Of course, there can be no real legal repercussions. How embarrassing would that be? It's just a little formality we ladies like to do. Makes it seem so much more...how do I say this? It makes it so much more like a mutual agreement. Besides, I'm rich. Rich beyond words, and if you fulfill your contract, you will be compensated handsomely. Your friend was wasn't she? Isn't it her that referred you to this job? She survived, and she brought you to us, which she'll receive a healthy reward for. And," Mrs. Rutherford added, looking at Gia's hair covered pussy. "I must say, you're the sweetest thing we've seen in a long time. Now, relax and enjoy yourself. We aren't going to hurt you. We like to have fun. Our type of fun."

Gia jumped when she felt Mrs. Rutherford pet her pussy. Her mind was once again reeling (it was to become a common feeling during the course of the week) again.

"Some of the women don't like pussy hair, but you are well groomed. And it's soft. Fuzzy. I bet it tickles when you're being eaten."

Gia gasped, shocked by such talk! And from such an old woman!

Mrs. Rutherford took the hair clip from her hair and let it fall. It fell just below her shoulders and she shook it out. God! Gia thought wildly, does she think that's sexy? 

"Reginald," Mrs. Rutherford said, "little snack before dinner. You know how I like them."

Before Gia knew what was happening, Reginald had spun her around, put his leg on the chair she had been sitting on, picked her up, bent her over his raised thigh, and was now holding her down. 

Mrs. Rutherford put Gia's knees on her thighs so that now Gia's legs were bent.

"Oh, Reginald," Gia heard Mrs. Rutherford gasp, "it's so beautiful, so beautiful." 

Gia wasn't sure what was so beautiful until she felt Mrs. Rutherford's hands on her hips. In shocking, horrifying realization, she knew Mrs. Rutherford was face level to her naked backside.

"Yes, ma'am," Reginald said.

His cock was throbbing. He was going to watch his employer, the old bag, eat-out this young hot bitch he had over his raised leg. He loved it! He just loved it!

"Now, where was I?" Mrs. Rutherford asked ruefully. "Oh, yes! I was going to check if our new little employee here had been enjoying her booby manipulation."

Mrs. Rutherford put her thumbs on Gia's libia and pulled, peeling apart the sweet lips that hid Gia's pink valley.

Gia knew she was spread open, and she cringed when she heard, "Oh, looky there. She did enjoy herself. I see a moist pussy. Not as wet as I would like, but I'm sure I can change that."

Mrs. Rutherford leaned forward, moving her hands to Gia's plumb yet firm buttocks and lightly stroked Gia's clit with her tongue. Gia jumped and struggled to no avail. She was trapped, and she was going to be tasted. She cried out in shame, but Mrs. Rutherford ignored her and helped herself to Gia's young pussy.

Mrs. Rutherford, old and saggy and wrinkly as she was, drove Gia wild! The woman tickled her bean with the very tip of her tongue. Gia had never been eaten out from behind before, or by a female, and she was surprised on how horny she became. Her whole backside was exposed and available to Mrs. Rutherford, and the woman teased her until her slit was burning.

When she felt Mrs. Rutherford's busy tongue at her rectum, Gia flailed helplessly, her arms and legs swimming in mid-air. The woman just laughed as she stretched Gia's ass cheeks wider, and returned to lightly lapping all round her O-ring. 

"Mmm," Mrs. Rutherford murmured. She pulled her face away from Gia's butt. She looked closely at it. "Your butt hole is so tasty." She felt Gia try to squeeze her butt together. "Silly, girl," she laughed. "Silly, silly, girl," and she buried her tongue up Gia's hole.

Gia gasped, and once again began her futile struggling. The old bitch was going to make her cum. She had never had anyone tongue her butt hole. It felt so good! But she knew she shouldn't like it. It had to be evil to like it. Did liking it make her a whore? A butt hole tonguing loving whore? She was so confused and trapped. Mrs. Rutherford just kept licking and demanding Gia's asshole to respond that Gia finally relaxed, and let the old woman have her way and send her.

Gia felt her brown, tight spot twitch all around Mrs. Rutherford's tongue. Mrs. Rutherford giggled her approval and dug deeper up Gia's butt. When Gia was limp and literally hanging from Reginald's thigh, Mrs. Rutherford returned her tongue to Gia's box. She spread Gia's pussy wide and stuck her warm, wet tongue into Gia's unexplored cunt.

Mrs. Rutherford found Gia's pussy sweet, tight, and amazingly hot. And it was sloppy wet. She chuckled while her tongue dug deeper and rotated up into Gia's pinkness. This girl was so hot and so under used that Mrs. R couldn't believe it. She was so enjoying her before dinner box snack, that she draped her right arm over Gia's buttocks and with her left hand held Gia's twat open, and slowly and hungrily tongued deep inside Gia only to juice her up with a few well placed tongue taps to her captive's clit.

"Look at her cum," Mrs. Rutherford observed as she stopped her tonguing, and watched Gia gush and twitch and moan. "Mmm..." and she drilled her tongue up Gia's cunt.

Gia just moaned, and forgot she should be fussing and fighting against the old lady eating her out. She felt her pussy squelch hot juice onto Mrs. Rutherford's tongue and felt as her diner lapped it up greedily. Gia groaned in despair. Her slit was on fire. Her butt hole felt lonely and desperate for Mrs. Rutherford's tongue to return to make it happy. She wanted to have a huge orgasm. She wanted to beg for it.

Mrs. Rutherford stopped and patted Gia's right butt cheek. "You know, Reginald?" There was a primitive grunt from the man. "I believe this cunt can pop for me. I mean really pop. Please open her properly for me. I want to watch this bitch cum for me."

Gia was weak with desire. When she felt Reginald reach under her thighs, and hold her legs open and up for Mrs. R, she moaned with knowledge. Her pussy and crack were now very wide and naked. She felt the old lady's eyes on her, and her pussy burned with urgent need. She knew her employer would enjoy her female valley and she could do nothing to stop her. But Gia knew, shamefully, she didn't want to stop her.

"Oh, Reginald she's beautiful. Pink, moist, hot, hot, hot," and Mrs. Rutherford began to tongue fuck Gia's young canyon.

In the end, Mrs. Rutherford helped herself to Gia's snatch and asshole until Gia was begging to be allowed to cum. Mrs. Rutherford obliged Gia by carefully, barely touching Gia's clit with her pointy tongue. She gave Gia's pussy a big, loud kiss and Gia squirted excitedly. Again, and again, and again, and as loud as she could Mrs. Rutherford kissed Gia's spread open twat. When Gia was trembling over Reginald's thigh and spewing juice all down onto the carpet and Mrs. Rutherford's tongue, Mrs. Rutherford flicked her love bean lightly, and watched in complete fascination as Gia's pussy exploded in climax. 

Mrs. Rutherford laughed heartily! It had been a long, long time since she had a girl blow like Gia. In fact, she thought she had seen the last of it. Girls were so uptight these days! Her own pussy flickered to life as she watched the young girl's cunt and asshole tighten and relax in ecstasy. She laughed and laughed. She was delighted!

"Well done, Miss!" Mrs. Rutherford praised. "Very, very nice. Your pussy is a wondered! This weekend will be quite promising." She held Gia's buttocks in her hands, still giggling like a schoolgirl. "We are really going to have fun. And so will you! I can promise you that. You're a dirty whore underneath your skin. A very nasty girl indeed. Now, I have a few important questions to ask you while we have supper, and then we'll be off to bed. We have a busy, busy day tomorrow."

Gia just hung her head and waited until her orgasm subsided. She had never cum like that before. She could still feel her pussy and rectum twitching. It made it hotter for her knowing Mrs. Rutherford approved.

Mrs. Rutherford dressed Gia the next morning. Gia was wearing a blue pleated skirt with a white bra and blouse. Strangely enough, Mrs. Rutherford had her put on white cotton briefs, the kind that were big and covered the whole bottom. 'Old lady underwear', Gia had thought as she put them on. Mrs. Rutherford had Gia put her hair into pigtails and tie a blue ribbon in each tail to cover the hair band. Next came the white knee socks and black patent leather shoes. Gia looked at herself in the mirror. She creepily looked like a schoolgirl. She looked cute.

"Time to go," Mrs. Rutherford told Gia as she took her hand and led her downstairs to a fate Gia was not so eager to meet.

Gia did not consider struggling against the older woman, not after last night. Once she had settled down from her massive orgasm, Reginald and Mrs. Rutherford brought her to the dinning room where Reginald tied Gia's feet to her chair at the dining room table. Mrs. Rutherford encouraged her to eat, saying she would need her strength, and asked Gia a course of extremely personal embarrassing questions. Mrs. R had explained Gia's ride would be easier, if she told the absolute truth. There were no right or wrong answers, and Gia shouldn't be ashamed about anything. Mrs. Rutherford and her girlfriends welcomed all types of girls, and experience levels.

Gia had picked at her dinner and answered every questions put to her honestly. She watched as Mrs. Rutherford carefully marked each answer down on the questionnaire in front of her.

"Very good," Mrs. Rutherford had said at last. She punched the end of her pen down, and finished her dinner.

Gia had sat helplessly, naked, ankles strapped to the legs of the chair, and waited anxiously for what was to come next.

After dinner, Mrs. Rutherford had Reginald carry Gia back to the library and place her over his lap. Reginald had spanked Gia soundly as Mrs. Rutherford stood by them, monitoring the paddling, lecturing Gia about how her young ladies were to behave or there would be dire consequences such as she was experiencing over Reginald's knee. His hand was big and he was strong. Gia's poor naked bottom was red and sore in no time. Tears spilled freely as Gia took her punishment, knowing nothing could free her.

Finally, Mrs. R had sat behind Gia's scarlet, tender bare butt, and spanked Gia herself. After awhile both she and Reginald spanked Gia while sharing an after dinner Brandy. They laughed, and struck Gia randomly with their hands. Gia could do nothing except suffer, and pray. Pray it would all end soon. "That was pleasant, easy," Mrs. Rutherford had told Gia when Gia's spanking was finally over, "than what could be delivered to you. Behave and you'll receive no worse than right now. Misbehave, try to escape and not fulfill your signed contract, and I bet you can imagine how so much worse a little girl's bottom can feel. Right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Gia had answered her.

"Very good. Reginald to bed. We have a big day tomorrow," Mrs. Rutherford had said.

Gia slept with Mrs. R, but Mrs. R did not touch her all night.

All the women were waiting for Mrs. Rutherford and Gia the next morning out on the driveway. A small buffet had been set up for these ladies of leisure and wealth. They were noshing and drinking champagne or Bloody Marys. A manservant stood by to mix cocktails and dish up plates of food. They all stopped talking and turned to stare at their newest employee. They all looked at Gia with salacious grins and blatant sexual approval of her young sweetness, and dress. Gia could feel their lustful appetites.

"Ladies, this is Gia our newest little maid. Although I'm afraid that's a misnomer. She is no maid, ladies. But isn't she just the cutest, sweetest thing we've seen in a long, long time?"

The women murmured their assent and approval as they gathered around Gia. They circled her slowly, eyeing up every inch of her. Finally, one spoke and sent an electric shock straight to Gia's pussy.

"How does she taste? Her pussy, I mean."

It was the woman right in front of Gia that spoke. She was as old as Mrs. Rutherford, and Gia would later learn this woman's name as Mrs. Jung (Mrs. J), but for now her question embarrassed Gia. She felt her face blush.

"Oh, how sweet," Mrs. Jung said. "She's blushing. You must have tasted her tight twat, Mrs. Rutherford. Come on, confess to us. We know you have, although you'll try to deny it. But we know, we know."

Mrs. Rutherford laughed lightly. "I don't know what you're talking about Mrs. Jung. I never taste the goods before we are all together. That's not allowed." Mrs. R's speech wasn't the least bit convincing. All the ladies knew better. "Now, ladies come on tell me what you think about our sweet Gia here?"




Gia, the Van and Ladies at Play



The women all spoke at once. Gia couldn't concentrate on any one voice or opinion. Her mind spun crazily. She heard talk about her clear complexion to her firm thighs back up to her perky tits. There were questions about her grooming habits, and if she was an anal virgin. She freaked out, but Mrs. Rutherford held her hand firmly, and Gia submitted to being accessed and judged.

"We'll see how tight and smooth and pink she is when she's finally stripped down and naked before us," the youngest of Gia's employers said loudly, stopping all the other talk. "I'm Mrs. Greene. You may address me as Mrs. G or any other respectful title. I don't tolerate sass or hesitance from my employees." She pointed her cocktail glass at Gia. "You better remember that. I don't spare the rod. I believe in corporal punishment, and I love spanking little bitchy girls that disobey or dawdle when given an order." 

Gia swallowed hard. She was so grateful no one knew how hot her pussy got when Mrs. Greene laid down the law.

The women turned away, finishing up their drinks and cocktails. Mrs. Rutherford called for the van, and Reginald and the other manservant filled the small luggage trailer with all the ladies belongings. The van was huge. Gia had never seen anything like it. It had two captain seats up front, two bench seats, that sat three across comfortably, in rows behind the front seats. The van had one sliding door on the side. All of that seemed usual to Gia, but it was the very back that seemed unique. It was large. Roomy was what Gia thought curiously. After the luggage trailer was filled, Reginald opened the van's very back doors. They opened normally; folding back and staying open once pushed all the way back.

The ladies set down their drinks and plates, and wiped up their hands. Mrs. Rutherford led Gia to the back of the van. Inside Gia noticed a small mattress with a clean white sheet covering it. There were a few fluffy pillows stacked to one side. But the weirdest thing was the metal A-frame in the back, running upward toward the roof of the van. It had a small pulley system, and a white, broad cloth attached to the pulley and the metal frame by ropes. The cloth was in the middle of the rope and lay on top of the mattress. Gia had no idea what it was exactly or what it might be used for.

"Get in the van, dear," Mrs. Rutherford instructed. "Mind the trailer and hitch. Lay on your stomach, hips over the cloth. Yes, that's right, dear. Make sure you lay right on top of the cloth. Don't worry if it's not perfect. We'll correct you, if need be."

Gia lay down, not truly comprehending what was going on.

"Stretch out," Mrs. Rutherford told her. "Arms above your head. Very good. Now, behave or you'll be punished. Remember last night."

Gia did remember last night and was obedient.

Mrs. Rutherford leaned into the van and secured Gia's wrists to metal loops sunk into the floor of the van with soft, padded handcuffs. Then the older woman turned the wheel on the opposite of Gia's secured arms that controlled the pulley, and Gia felt the white cloth that she was lying on top of lift her butt upward. She was in a sling.

"Is that comfortable?" Mrs. R asked.

"Yes," Gia answered quietly.

"Respect dear," Mrs. Rutherford reminded.

"Yes, ma'am," Gia corrected.

Mrs. Rutherford cranked Gia's ass up higher and locked the wheel in place. Gia was secured in her newest position.

Mrs. Rutherford straightened up, and let all the other ladies observe Gia's position in the van. Two of the ladies, best friends in fact, crowded the back of the van.

"I'm Mrs. Capp," the one closest to Gia said. 

"And I'm Mrs. Miller," the other one said. "Nice isn't it, Mrs. Capp?"

"Yes, Mrs. Miller, but it needs something. Let's see." Mrs. Capp reached in the van over Gia's prone body and lifted Gia's blue pleated skirt up over Gia's bottom. "There. That's better."

"Yes, it is," said Mrs. Miller, "but it's still lacking something."

Gia heard the other women softly chuckling. Clearly they knew something she did not.

"What? What is missing?" Mrs. Miller continued, "Ah! I got it." She reached in and pulled down Gia's white panties baring Gia's butt. "That's better," she exclaimed. She tucked the waistband under Gia's buttocks so they would stay down, exposing Gia's bottom. She stood back up. She looked at the scene and approved. "Yes," Mrs. Miller said, "that's much, much better."

All the ladies gathered around, and they too approved. They began talking about Gia's bare butt. Mrs. Greene, the youngest woman, gave Gia a light push on her left hip, and Gia swung gently back and forth.

"Her ass will look so good rocking like that while we drive," she commented.

Gia realized they meant to have her like this during the trip up to the cabin. She knew the windows were clear and unusually large. She would be seen by anyone who cared to look. She struggled helplessly against her sling. Her arms were secured and her legs couldn't find any purchase. She was trapped! Her pussy burned with shameful heat. Could it be this experience would turn her on? She jerked against her restraints and kicked her legs. Nothing helped. 

"She'll need time to settle down," Mrs. Rutherford said. "Ladies, one last drink before we go?"

The ladies had another morning cocktail and a bit more breakfast while they left Gia alone. Gia had given up struggling and was resting calmly in her sling, bent at the hip, ass sticking upward, bared for the whole world to see. She listened to the ladies talking and was never so frightened or so turned on in her whole young life.

Finally, Mrs. Jung closed the van's back doors, giving Gia's naked bottom an affectionate pat, telling her, "You just rest, and enjoy the ride. I dare say people will be able to see your butt, if they look. Truckers especially, and people passing by the van when we stop or go through a drive-thru establishment." She laughed evilly. "How embarrassing." 

Mrs. Rutherford took the wheel with her closest friend, Mrs. Jung, riding next to her. How the other ladies were divvied up, Gia did not know.

Mrs. Greene was right. Gia's hips and bare butt swayed gently with the movement of the van on the road. It was actually relaxing. Gia's mind calmed a little, and she grew drowsy. Her butt felt cold, but the knowledge of knowing her bareness could be viewed warmed her shamefully. She tried not to admit to herself that her current position was making her horny.

It wasn't too long after they had started down the road before Gia's almost tranquil state of mind was jarred back to reality.

"I don't know about you ladies, but I could use a coffee after those cocktails," Mrs. Rutherford announced from the driver's seat.

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Greene giggled. "I bet there's a coffee shop up ahead."

"I don't want to stop. We have hours to go," Mrs. Rutherford said.

Mrs. Greene giggled again, sending a chill down Gia's spine as her bare butt gently swayed with the van's motion in its sling. 

"There are drive-thrus. Should take no time at all," Mrs. Greene said.

Gia had no way of knowing that this had all been done before. The cabin ladies played this scenario time and time again. Every stop was planned out, the scenes all acted out before. There was little change from one girl to the next. These women knew what excited them and how to get what they wanted. Gia was about the only new item to their sexual game.

"Well, keep your eyes open. I need a coffee," Mrs. Rutherford told everyone.

Gia pulled her arms against her restraints. She kicked her legs futilely. She was bent up at the hip perfectly. The patent leather shoes, having no tread, were smooth bottomed and slipped off the white sheet like she were lying on a sheet of ice. She was trapped. The ladies were going to find a drive-thru and Gia would go with them. Anyone inside the restaurant would be able to see her naked ass, pointing upward in the sling. 

The first trip through the coffee drive-thru proved uneventful. Although the ladies had to wait a substantial amount of time while their order was prepared, no one noticed Gia in the back of the van, her hips in a cloth sling, and her bottom naked to the world. Gia breathed easier, but she was sure it would not always be so simple. She knew eventually, because the ladies would see to it, Gia would be noticed, and strangers would see her naked butt. That knowledge stung her pussy and made her shift hornily in her sling.

Once back on the road, hot coffees in hand, Mrs. Rutherford announced to her fellow travelers, "Her questionnaire is in the seat pocket in front of you, ladies. Mrs. Jung yours is in the glove box. I filled it out last night over dinner."

All the ladies grabbed Gia's questionnaire and began reading through it. Each woman focused, at first, in her interests. They would all read through it from start to finish, but for now they eagerly skimmed down the question and answer columns to find their own answers.

"Never had anal fun or sex. Never received an enema," Mrs. Koop spoke excitedly. "Not even a rectal temperature taken. Oh, Mrs. Rutherford, I like that. I really do."

Mrs. Rutherford laughed along with her friend. Mrs. Koop had anal proclivities. She was usually lucky. Most of the girls they 'hired' were inexperienced anally. All the women were usually lucky. What they all liked to do up at the cabin retreat was unique. And their fun was almost endless, if not extremely unconventional.

"I need to pee," Mrs. Greene announced.

"Language, Mrs. Greene," Mrs. Rutherford scolded kindly.

"Excuse me. I could use a restroom, Mrs. Rutherford."

"I'll stop ahead."

Mrs. Rutherford parked the van and all the ladies exited. They went to the restroom in groups, never leaving the van unattended. One or two stayed near to watch. They were all eager for someone to notice Gia in the back. They were also nearby to protect Gia. It had been their experience, having done this type of thing for years, that some people tried to touch their girls, and that was not to be tolerated.

Gia stayed still. She knew the van had stopped and she was alone. Her bottom felt twice as bare with the van stopped than when it had being running down the highway or snaking through a drive-thru. 

Finally, the dreaded moment arrived. Through the windows of the van, muffled yet distinct, Gia heard a male voice.

"What the...?"

Gia saw his shadow fall across the back of the van. She knew he had stopped and was looking down at her bare butt.

"Jim, come and look at this. You won't believe it."

Another shadow. Another male voice.

"Holy, fuck!" Jim said. "That's a bare ass."

"Look, look," the unnamed voice said, "she's in a sling. Her ass is being held up. Oh, she's a naughty girl. I bet she needs a spanking."

Gia heard the boys laugh. She couldn't believe strangers were commenting and enjoying her situation. Out of shame or panic or stupidity, Gia struggled against her bindings. It was futile. All she managed to do was set the sling in sexy motion and wiggle her butt in front of her two admirers.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" One boy encouraged. "Swing that ass for me!"

Gia stopped, but the sling took some time to stop. Her bare butt gently rocked awhile in front of the strangers.

"Hey, you boys!" Gia heard Mrs. Rutherford call. "What are you doing there? Get away from that car."

Gia didn't know to feel gratitude or fear because of Mrs. Rutherford. She knew the old lady wanted people to see her predicament, but on the other hand, maybe the old woman would really protect her. Gia's mind swirled in a hundred different ways, before she realized Mrs. Rutherford would do both; humiliate her, yet not share her with the strangers.

Mrs. Rutherford pushed her way in between the two boys and looked in the van windows. She fringed surprise when she cried, "Missy! Bad girl! You know you're not to show your bottom to strangers!"

Gia knew this was part of the game. 'Missy' was a nice touch. She didn't want anyone to know her real name, even if it was only just her first name.

"I'm so sorry, gentlemen," Gia heard Mrs. Rutherford apologize. "My young friend here is very naughty. Very naughty indeed." 

Gia heard Mrs. R open the van's back doors. She turned her head so no one would see her face.

"Her mother warned me she was naughty this way," Mrs. Rutherford continued as she completely opened the doors so they stayed open. "I didn't believe it. I mean really, who would?" Gia was now fully exposed. "She told me, her mother I mean, that I was to spank her if she, Missy, were to act this way." Mrs. Rutherford sat sideways on the van's floor next to Gia's naked bottom. "You are welcomed to watch, gentlemen," she offered. "So you know that this behavior is naughty and that this bad girl has been punished."

The two boys, their cocks as hard as telephone poles and twice as big, huddled around the back of the van, and watched as the strange old woman spanked Gia. They knew this young girl, Missy she was called, wasn't purposely showing her ass to the world. They knew the girl was tied down and held up by a sling, but they enjoyed watching the older lady spank her. The old woman didn't strike the girl's naked butt too hard, but that added to their excitement. She didn't lean forward while she hand paddled the naked rump in front of her. She allowed the boys a perfect view of each strike of her hand to the plumb butt flesh. They listened to the small, sharp sound to 'Missy's' buttocks, and watched in weird, wild ecstasy has the white of the girl's butt turned a rosy pink. For many, many, many years to come this would be the boy's most erotic experience of their lives, and they would each need to pull one off that day, one in the car the, the other in the restroom, to relieve their hard-ons.

The women of the van were laughing gaily. Gia lay in her sling in the back of the vehicle, her buttocks rocking leisurely in its sling, and thought about her pink, warm butt. She had been spanked in front of two strangers. Mrs. Rutherford had taken her time, and thoroughly humbled Gia. Gia had been shamed yet heated up. There was no denying the moist damp of her anxious pussy. Her mind was once again reeling. She had enjoyed her spanking. She had wanted Mrs. Rutherford to allow the boys access to her. Gia thought, uncomfortably, she was becoming a nasty girl. Who could like this? Who would be turned on by it? She could, she thought slowly. I loved it, she admitted. She struggled weakly in her sling because she wished her warm bare bottom to swayed. She wanted to show off. She wanted for others to notice.

Mrs. Rutherford started the van and made her way back to the freeway. The women were still excited about the encounter in the parking lot, and were now in full swing. They were ready to start their little traveling van party.

"Honk the horn! Honk the horn!" Mrs. Greene, sitting behind Mrs. Rutherford, patted Mrs. R's shoulder. They were passing a huge over-the-road truck driver. "Honk so he looks!"

Mrs. Rutherford obliged her young companion and honked the van's horn. She also sped up, passing the truck on the left. The driver looked down casually, then quickly did a double take. He saw a girl's bare butt! He couldn't believe it! He saw a lot of wild shit before, but this was blatant. It was obvious this bare ass was meant to be seen. He blew his truck's air horn by way of approving, and jumped on his radio to alert the other truckers to the rare, sweet treat moving up the highway.

All the ladies cheered, and Mrs. Rutherford sped away from the truck. It wasn't long before the ladies passed another driver and big rig. It was obvious he had been expecting them. He had slowed, and was checking their progress in his big side mirror. When Mrs. Rutherford slowed down and wouldn't come up along side of him, he stuck his arm out the window and frantically waved them forward. The ladies laughed, and Mrs. Rutherford hurried forward to allow the truck driver a view of their girl and her naked ass. The blare from his air horn was applause enough.

Gia was embarrassed although no one could see her face. No one knew who she was, and wouldn't even if they could see her face. Still it was embarrassing. Along the highway her bare ass was exciting news. The trucks were lining up to take a look.

"Oh, oh," Mrs. Greene said excitedly, "that's a female driver. Slow down next to her, Mrs. Rutherford."

Mrs. Greene quickly unbuckled her seat belt, and made her way back to Gia. She had to stoop over and step carefully, but she made it just the same. Mrs. Greene seated herself next to Gia, right along side of her bare bottom.

Mrs. Rutherford sped up right along side the female trucker when she noticed Mrs. Greene was once again seated.

Mrs. Greene caressed Gia's naked butt. She looked up to make sure the female driver was looking down at her and Gia. She smiled up at the woman, and the woman smiled back. Even at a distance, through car windows, traveling at a high rate of speed, Mrs. Greene saw the eager sparkle in the driver's eyes. 

"She's watching," Mrs. G told Gia. "She's watching me fondle your bottom. Should we tell her that you've been a bad girl? Such a bad, bad girl," around and around her hand went over Gia's naked mounds, "showing your naked bottom to the world. No wait, we can't tell her. Maybe we need to show her. Yes, that's it. We'll just spank you right now so she knows what a bad girl you are."

Gia kicked and pulled frantically, but it was no use. Mrs. Greene slapped her butt. It wasn't hard, just enough to demonstrate to the truck driver that she was being paddled. Mrs. Greene's hand slapped steadily and not too hard. Gia's butt pinked up prettily. Mrs. Greene soon began to spank harshly, scolding Gia while she slapped her helpless bottom. She picked up her pace too. The sound of hand on bare butt was the only sound in the van. Gia was horrified. She was getting a real spanking. Suddenly Gia felt her hips moving upward. Mrs. Greene was raising the sling. Gia's naked ass bent up very high. When Mrs. Greene stopped the pulley, Gia was almost a V in shape. 

"Oh, you naughty girl. I'm going to spank your ass and everyone is going to see."

Mrs. Greene sat up straight. Gia's naked butt was high and exposed. She commenced with Gia's spanking as Mrs. Rutherford sped away from the female driver, who honked happily, expressing her joy, and caught up with the next truck driver. Mrs. R slowed down and allowed the next expectant driver to watch Mrs. Greene spank Gia's bare butt. Again and again Mrs. Rutherford sped up, slowed down, lingered so Gia could be viewed, then sped away again. The ladies only stopped their game when Mrs. Greene was tired and needed some refreshment. They pulled into another fast food drive-thru and ordered colas.

Gia's butt was fire engine red. She couldn't see her ass, but she could feel it, and if felt nuclear. As she felt the van pull into the fast food place, she realized Mrs. Greene hadn't lowered her butt back down, and although her butt faced to the right of the van, away from the drive-thru window, she knew anyone could tell what was happening to her.

At first the young girl at the drive-thru window said nothing. She collected money then reached her hand out with Mrs. Rutherford's change. "Excuse me," she asked politely, "but what is going on back there?" She pointed to the back of the van. The girl couldn't see a whole lot, but she could see Gia's bare butt reflected in the van's huge window.

Mrs. Rutherford fringed surprise and scanned the rearview mirror. "What?" She pretended not to know what the fast food employee was asking. She gasped, "Missy! What did I tell you about showing your bare bottom to strangers? Honestly! Mrs. Greene, would you please correct our wayward companion."

"Yes, ma'am," Mrs. Greene answered obediently. She raised her hand again and swatted Missy's (Gia's) bottom.




Gia, the Van and Ladies at Play



It took a long time for the restaurant employees to fill six small soda cups and hand them to Mrs. Rutherford. They all gathered around the drive-thru window and watched as Gia's butt was paddled. They laughed and shrieked and shouted out instructions. 

Mrs. Greene worked skillfully, her hand a determined tool to punish Gia. She enjoyed Gia's humiliation and swatted her loudly. She knew the kids in the window were having great fun.

As Mrs. Rutherford started to pull away, Mrs. Greene quickly slapped the upturned butt in front of her repeatedly. Over the stinging swats to Gia's bare skin, she heard the kids laughing hysterically.

"That was great!" Mrs. Greene exclaimed as she returned to her seat in the interior of the van, and sucked down the cold cola. "We must have seen fifteen truckers. And those kids! They had the time of their lives! Oh, I hope someday they do something like this. Wouldn't that be exciting!" 

"Yes," giggled Mrs. Miller.

"Indeed," Mrs. Capp agreed. "Exciting."

Gia, still not lowered down, suffered in the back of the van, her ass propped up for all to see, which now included any vehicle taller than a car, silently. She would never admit to anyone, including God Himself, how wet she was, how hot she felt in her slit. She liked knowing people were viewing her like some slutty animal at the zoo, or better yet at a peep show in the seedy part of town. Her ass end viewable for a mere quarter. Gia hid her smile.

Mrs. Koop looked over the back of her seat. "I see she's ready for me. Now where's my bag?"

Mrs. Koop grabbed a small black bag, and stepping carefully around Mrs. Greene made her way to the back of the van where Gia hung from her sling. 

Mrs. Koop sat between Gia's legs. Gia's ass was eye level to her. Mrs. Koop sat for a moment just staring at the bare bottom before her. Although it was reddish pink from her fresh spanking, Gia's bare butt was lovely. Mrs. Koop noticed it was smooth and firm. She wondered what it would feel like in her hands. She was curious to see what Gia's virginal asshole looked like. Would it be small? Large? What color would it be? How tight would it be? How swirled would it look? How big around could she get it? She sat there, behind Gia, watching the bare butt sway lightly back and forth in front of her face. 

To Mrs. Koop, Gia's ass was waving her in to explore it, but the older lady waited. She imagined cupping Gia's buttocks in her hands and slowly, slowly, teasingly pulling them apart. Then she would gaze upon Gia's private hole and lick it. She imagined the tight heat of Gia's unexplored ass canal. She imagined Gia's hole twitching around her finger as she tickled Gia's clit and brought her to orgasm. She thought of what this young lady's rectum would look like when it expelled a huge watery enema, and what it would look like with a vibrating butt plug implanted up it darkness. And finally, Mrs. Koop thought of what Gia's ass would feel like when she fucked her asshole for the first time. Mrs. Koop wouldn't be able to feel Gia's tightness or warmth, or feel Gia's hole clenching around her strap-on dildo, but she would be able to feel Gia's ass cheeks trying to close, trying to protect her vulnerable chute. She would be able to feel Gia's body tighten as her asshole yielded to Mrs. Koop's demanding anal desire, and hear the moans, and the pleas, and the begging. She might even see tears as Gia lost her battle and her hole accepted Mrs. Koop's plastic dick up her butt. Mrs. Koop thought of the magic moment when her young Gia finally relaxed, her body loosening, as she realized the battle was lost, and allowed herself to be broken. 

'Maybe,' Mrs. Koop thought greedily, 'she'll be one of those rare bitches who would get into it, and fuck back.' Mrs. Koop always loved it when her anal virgins turned out to be anal whores who loved to take it up the butt.

Mrs. Koop stopped her daydreaming, her pussy wet and sparking. She was horny for this girl. She was so fortunate that her special delights were seldom explored before their girls were 'hired' into their service. She had enjoyed many anal virgins. She was very, very lucky. She cupped Gia's buttocks in her hands and gently massaged them.

"Your butt is very warm, Gia," Mrs. Koop told her. "I enjoyed watching your spanking. So did all your fans. You have a sexy ass especially when it's being spanked." Mrs. Koop took her hands and lightly spanked each of Gia's butt cheeks. "Oh, yeah." Slap, slap, slap her hands went evenly on Gia's bottom. "Just like that." Slap, slap, slap. "Nice. I am Mrs. Koop. You may call me that should you need to address me. Of course, proper behavior is for you to wait to be address first, but one never knows. Servants need to talk sometimes. Now, I have some follow up questions for you."

She patted Gia's left butt cheek with her left hand, and with her right hand she took out the questionnaire Mrs. Rutherford had filled out the night before.

Mrs. Koop found the answers she was looking for, and asked, her left hand still resting on Gia's bottom, "You answered here that you are an anal virgin. Is that right?"

Gia's heart lurched. She shifted uneasily, but Mrs. Koop's hand on her left buttock prevented movement. The helpless feeling heated up her pussy, yet at the same time the anal questions made her very nervous.

"Yes," Gia mumbled.

Mrs. Koop shook Gia's butt cheek in her hand. "That is not the proper way to address me. Try again. Any more mistakes and you will be paddled."

"Yes, ma'am," Gia answered.

Mrs. Koop patted Gia's butt cheek happily. "Better. See how easy it is? Keep a respectful, civil tongue in your head, and you'll be just fine. So one more time, correctly, are you an anal virgin?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Nice," Mrs. Koop hissed. "And you've never had an enema?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"No, rectal temperature taken?"

"No, ma'am."

Gia wiggled again in her sling. The warm hand on her bottom held her in place. Gia's asshole was now heating up. She wanted Mrs. Koop the play with her hole. 'Oh, God,' she thought feverishly. 'I am becoming a dirty nasty whore'.

Mrs. Koop looked back up from the questionnaire she had been reading from, and looked at Gia's beautiful butt. She placed her other hand on her captive's buttocks and held her lightly. She once again began to gently knead and squish Gia's moundy flesh.

"So when you've been to the gynecologist they didn't put a finger in your rectum while giving you your pelvic examine?"

Gia heart was pounding! This woman's line of questioning was scaring her. She had never had a thing up her butt! What did this lady want from her? Why did Gia want this woman to put something up her butt? She was confused. She was scared. She was anxious.

"Answer me, Gia," Mrs. Koop coaxed. "What about your doctors visits? Any medical fingers up your butt?"

"No, ma'am," Gia whispered.

Mrs. Koop smiled. She was elated! 

"I'm so glad doctors are getting away from that. I'll have a look now at your bunghole. I nice long look, if you don't mind."

Gia felt Mrs. Koop tenderly pulled her ass apart. "Ah!" She heard the woman exclaim followed by wicked laughter. "So small. So pristine. So gorgeous. Untouched. Goody, goody, goody."

Gia felt Mrs. Koop release her spread opened bottom, and heard the ripping of paper. Next, Mrs. Koop's hand was on top of Gia's buttocks, right above the crack of her ass. She felt the woman push upward and splay her fingers. Gia was unaware of how open her butt hole was until she felt the cold wet of Mrs. Koop's touching. Gia flinched, but Mrs. Koop kept wetly tapping at her rectum. 

"What you feel is a long Q-tip," Mrs. Koop explained. "I'm wiping your rectum down so I can tongue your virgin hole."

Gia wiggled in her sling. Mrs. Koop laughed at her. "It won't help, dear. You are going to be tongue. I am going to hold your ass cheeks as wide as I can and taste your virgin spot."

Gia kicked some more, frantic.

"I know, I know," Mrs. Koop said. She took a dry tissue and lightly dabbed up the Q-tips antiseptic. "So difficult isn't it? But it's coming. You will be thoroughly explored with my tongue anally. It's what I live for, girl's assholes." Mrs. Koop took up Gia's butt cheeks in her hands again. "It's time. You're ready. I'm ready to have you. I recommend you just relax in your sling and, of course, in my hands." Mrs. Koop pulled Gia open. "I'm looking at your star right now. It looks very yummy. Oh, this is going to be good."

Mrs. Koop leaned forward, tongue sticking out, and began to lick between Gia's spread open buttocks.

Gia fought against her restraints. She pulled her wrists and kicked her legs childishly. She squeezed her butt as hard as she could, but Mrs. Koop just laughed and continued tickling Gia's asshole with her tongue. Tired, Gia collapsed into the sling that held her ass up to Mrs. Koop face. She allowed the woman to hold her butt open and help herself to her asshole. She felt tears sting her eyes. She was so helpless and so humbled. She felt the wet tip of Mrs. Koop's tongue digging at her opening and enter her just the slightest bit. A tear slid down her face.

"Ohh," Gia groaned. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. 

Mrs. Koop pulled away and blew on the virgin butt hole. Gia felt the coolness on her back door and she realized how busy Mrs. Koop had been. Gia felt the woman's hands move closer to the inside of her crack. Mrs. Koop pulled her wide, very wide, drawing her butt bud taunt.

"Better," Mrs. Koop said. "Mmm," and she returned to wetly lapping at the virgin star. 

Gia lay quietly and allowed the older woman to taste her. And she discovered as she rested and was forced to surrender, she was burning up. Gia's pussy began to sizzle, and started demanding her to wiggle her ass in Mrs. Koop's face. She scrunched her toes in her shoes and willed herself to lay still. Her pussy was bitchy and urgent. It demanded her to wiggle. 

Finally, Gia whined and tried to arch her back. She wanted the tongue at her swirled opening to travel further and tickle her clit. 

Mrs. Koop stopped. Not the response Gia was hoping for, but Mrs. Koop wouldn't disappoint her.

"She's ready," the older lady said.

"About time," Mrs. Greene exasperated. "That took forever."

Mrs. Greene and all the other ladies except Mrs. Rutherford knelt on the van's bench seat closest to Gia and peered over the top. Mrs. Koop moved to the side of Gia and slipped a latex glove onto her right hand. While the ladies watched, she lubed up her middle finger. 

"Time for your first rectal, Gia," Mrs. Koop informed her.

Mrs. Koop put her left hand on top of Gia's butt, pulled upward, and put the tip of her lubed up middle finger on Gia's rectum. She saw her finger was right on her girl's O-ring. She briefly imagined her finger slipping up Gia's butt, before she focused on Gia's first ass violation.

Gia's heart was hammering. She felt the finger tip at her butt hole. She felt the ladies eyes on her bare ass. What kind of view they had, she didn't want to know. She wanted to stop.

"Easy now, Gia. Here it comes. Nice and slow."

Mrs. Koop pushed and Gia yielded. Gia couldn't believe a finger slowly bored its way up her butt. She felt full and uncomfortable, but she wasn't overly distressed. 

Mrs. Koop stopped when her finger was fully inserted, and she rested Gia.

"She's wonderfully tight," Mrs. Koop told Gia's audience. "We'll have her hold my finger awhile before I administer her examine."

The longer Mrs. Koop held her middle finger in Gia's butt, the bigger it started to feel. The ladies weren't overly talkative. They were busy watching Gia hold a finger up her asshole.

Mrs. Koop draped her left hand over Gia's butt and rested her hand on Gia's right butt cheek. She patted her employee/patient affectionately. "Almost done."

Gia swam in her sling. Her butt hole stung and she wanted Mrs. Koop's finger out of her. Unfortunately, Mrs. Koop had other ideas about Gia's bunghole and her finger.

"Always the struggle before the inevitable." Pat, pat went Mrs. Koop's hand on Gia's buttocks. "Once she's settled we'll begin," she told the other ladies.

Gia struggled all around Mrs. Koop's finger. When she grew tired and stopped, her rectal began.

Mrs. Koop withdrew her long lubed finger and reinserted it. Over and over she worked, watching her finger disappear between Gia's ass cheeks. All the ladies watched too. No one knew how many trucks they passed except Mrs. Rutherford who smiled devilishly when she noticed others in vehicles looking curiously at the back of the van.

Finally, Mrs. Koop rapidly fingered Gia's helpless butt hole. Gia did well with her rectal until Mrs. Koop stuck her finger all the way up her canal and jiggled her digit way up her. She also rotated her finger back and forth, boring out Gia. Gia groaned under Mrs. Koop's examining. 

"She's doing fine," Mrs. Koop told the watching ladies. "Groaning is normal. Wait until something big is in there, my dear."

Gia kicked weakly, but Mrs. Koop kept fingering her. Gia was scared with the notion of something bigger in her ass.

"All done." Mrs. Koop's intrusive finger was withdrawn. She patted Gia's butt tenderly. "You were a good girl, and good girls get special treats."

"Oh, goodie," Mrs. Greene said. "What's her treat?"

Mrs. Koop dug in her bag and brought out Gia's 'treat'. 

"I brought a pinwheel," she announced.

"Awesome," Mrs. Greene whispered.

Mrs. Koop unfolded the pinwheel so it was shaped like an L. The wheel was very large and made of reflective paper. It had a small battery attached to the wheel so the wheel spun without the aid of the wind. She inserted the opposite end into Gia's rectum. It had a round ball shaped end so it wouldn't fall out. Mrs. Koop switched on the battery and sat back.

All the ladies clapped and cheered as they watched Gia's pinwheel spin in the sunlight, sparkling brightly all around the van. It would catch driver's eyes, drawing their gaze toward Gia's naked butt. The wheel was high enough that Gia's butt was still visible, and the viewer could see that the pinwheel was being held in Gia's butt. It was perfect. 

"Delightful," Mrs. Miller cried.

"Festive," Mrs. Capp denoted. 

Mrs. Greene sat back in her seat. She turned to the side, facing the direction of Gia's naked ass was facing, and watched as they passed cars. She had a perfect view of the vehicles they passed, and she let Gia know whenever anyone was looking at her and her anal 'treat'. 

"Look, look that car is totally looking," Mrs. Greene laughed. "I think they like your version of 'sit and spin' Mrs. Koop."

All the ladies laughed. Gia burned in shame, knowing the pinwheel was twirling for everyone to see. She was glad her face was hidden, and that no one knew her cunt was wet.

Mrs. Greene kept up the commentary as Mrs. Rutherford drove. Gia waited for an end. She was keyed up, especially every time Mrs. Greene announced another person or group of people was looking at her bare butt and treat. She felt relaxed, getting used to the high angle of the swing, but she felt hot. She was anxious and lustful. She wanted Mrs. Koop to come back and finish her. She wanted to be fucked.

"Pit stop," Mrs. Rutherford announced.

She pulled into a restaurant parking lot. She parked the van and walked around to the back. She swung open the back doors as the rest of the ladies exited the van. Mrs. Koop came and retrieved her anal pinwheel. Mrs. Rutherford pulled Gia's big white panties back up, lowered the sling, and unlocked Gia's arms from her tie downs.

"Get up," Mrs. R ordered her young housemaid.

Gia got up slowly, but no one rushed her. She looked at all her captors, and she felt embarrassed and weak.

Mrs. Rutherford took her hand and led her to the restaurant. "Behave," she warned, "or you will be gravely punished. We are going to use the restroom, and have a small bite to eat. Don't act up, don't try to run, and you'll be just fine."

Mrs. Rutherford took Gia to the bathroom and let her use the toilet. It took awhile before Gia could go because Mrs. R was in the stall with her, watching. It took a threat of a spanking there in the stall to encourage Gia to finally go. After the bathroom, Gia sat in a round booth surrounded by all the ladies. Mrs. Rutherford sat to her left, Mrs. Green to her right. Mrs. Greene pushed up Gia's pleated skirt and rested her hand possessively on her upper thigh. Every once in awhile, Mrs. G lightly brushed her pinky across Gia's crotch. Gia jumped the first few times Mrs. Greene touched her like this, causing all the women to laugh knowingly, asking innocently what the matter was. Before their light lunch was over, Gia's under pants were damp with her sweet water.

Lunch finished and the tab paid, the ladies returned to the van. Gia was scared. She didn't want to get back in the van. She wanted the humiliation to end. Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Capp were walking beside her. They were holding her hands and talking.

"Would you like to sit up front, between us?" Mrs. Miller asked.

Gia wasn't sure if Mrs. Miller expected an answer, because immediately Mrs. Capp said, "Yes, up front."

At the van Gia was grateful she was led to the sliding side door and not to the back where her sling was. Mrs. Rutherford pushed a button on her key chain and the door slid open. She proceeded to the driver's side, unlocking the front doors as she went.

Mrs. Miller sat down on the van floor just inside the van's sliding door. She pulled Gia toward her. She and Mrs. Capp pulled up Gia's blue skirt. They held the front and back up very high. Gia's crisp white panties were bright in the sunlight.

"Those are huge!" Mrs. Greene laughed. "What are they? Servant underwear?" She made servant sound like a dirty word.

"No," Mrs. Miller said. "They're little girl undies."

"Yes, little girl's underpants," echoed Mrs. Capp.

"But not necessary," continued Mrs. Miller.

"Off," said Mrs. Capp.

Mrs. Miller pulled down Gia's underwear. 

"Step out of them."

Horrified her body did as the older woman instructed; Gia did as she was told. 

The women kept Gia's skirt raised, and as Mrs. Rutherford buckled her seatbelt all the other women stare at Gia's naked butt then looked around to the front of her and looked at her pussy.

"Hair," Mrs. Miller noted.

"No good," said Mrs. Capp as she handed the back hem of Gia's skirt to Mrs. Koop and walked around to gaze at Gia's pussy. "Oh my, that must go."

Mrs. Greene stepped forward and fondled Gia's bare butt. "We can take care of that." She patted Gia tenderly. "Can't we?"

Gia nodded blushing brightly. "Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, ma'am!" Mrs. Greene gave Gia a healthy smack across the crack of her ass. "Or do you need more time in the corporal punishment corner?"

"No, ma'am."

Mrs. Greene smiled. It was a powerful look on her face. "Good, girl."

Mrs. Greene turned away and jumped in the van. Mrs. Koop followed her, and they sat in the last bench seat. Mrs. Miller stood and guided Gia into the first bench seat with her. Mrs. Capp followed quickly and sat on Gia's right. Mrs. Jung returned to her seat next to Mrs. Rutherford. The sliding door was closed and Mrs. R set off.

Gia was so grateful to be in the front and not in the back where her bare bottom was put on display. But she wasn't relaxed for long.

"Ready, Mrs. Capp? Ladies?" Mrs. Miller asked.

"Oh, yes, ready," Mrs. Capp answered.

"Yes," the others replied.

"Mrs. Greene, Mrs. Koop if you please," Mrs. Miller said mysteriously.

Gia heard rustling behind her as both Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Capp put leather cuffs on each of her wrists. There was a big metal loop on each cuff, which the ladies pulled a leather strap through. Next they pulled it through metal hoops in the bench seat. The hoops were small, almost hidden in the space that separated the individual seats. Each woman secured Gia's arms. Mrs. Miller was finished first, and Gia realized she was clearly the leader of these two, her and Mrs. Capp, but she stayed busy. She reached behind Gia and took something from Mrs. Greene. To Gia it looked like rope until she noticed some soft material about half down the rope. The material was thick and about two inches wide. 




Gia, The Van and the Ladies at Play



Gia woke up to Mrs. Rutherford pushing up her nightgown and rolling her onto her left side. Morning sunlight spilled into the room and the soft morning lake breeze caressed her naked bottom. She was no longer tied to the bed, but Gia knew to cooperate and behave. She sensed rather than saw that Reginald was in the room, near the door, waiting for Mrs. Rutherford's command. 

Last night, Mrs. R had awakened Gia for supper. She had served Gia a tray of food and had causally showed Gia that Reginald had joined their group. She had told Gia that he helped settle the girls down to pliable, obedient young things, and he discouraged any silly thinking like running off or trying to use the phone. Both, she had assured Gia, would result in dire consequences.

Gia had gotten the gentle but obvious message. She had been allowed to eat dinner alone and unharassed. She had found she had been very hungry and ate every bite. Later, when Mrs. R came to collect the tray, Gia had been allowed to clean up in the bathroom and told to change into a white baby doll nightie and nothing else. Mrs. R had waited patiently for Gia to finish getting ready for bed, then tucked her in. Mrs. R hadn't tied her down and had left her in peace. Gia had fallen asleep quickly, and this morning could only vaguely remember Mrs. Rutherford coming to bed much later. She had not disturbed Gia until now. The older lady had Gia draw her right knee upward and put pillows under it.

"Roll forward, Gia," Mrs. Rutherford instructed. Gia adjusted her body. "That's right. Lean toward your knee. No, no keep your knee on the pillows. I want your leg elevated so I can lie down behind you and eat your pussy. I love morning pussy," Mrs. R explained at she sat behind Gia and guided her into the desired position. "Let's have a look, little girl."

Gia's heart was hammering. She was nervous yet excited. The trip up to the lake home yesterday had been an extreme adventure for her. Mrs. Rutherford and her lady friends had sexually used her in the van as they traveled northward to Mrs. Rutherford's island home. The ladies had put Gia on public display, spanked her, anally probed her, filled her with two enemas, tickled her clit and eaten her pussy. She had been forced to submit to her captor's whims. It had been embarrassing, shameful, and thrilling. Gia hated to admit that the ride to the cabin, although difficult to comprehend, had been sensational. She had never experienced anything like it before yet she wasn't quite sure she was anxious for more. She felt Mrs. Rutherford lean over to look between her legs. Gia felt panicky. She fought the urge to close her legs or crawl off the bed, nothing was binding her except Reginald and the promise of a severe spanking. She had already suffered at the hands of these two and her butt could still remember the helpless stinging of multiple hands striking her. Gia lay still and allowed herself to be Mrs. Rutherford's breakfast.

Mrs. Rutherford stared at the tender young cunt in front of her. She took her finger to splay the candied honey lips open. Gia gave a startled jump at her touch.

"Shhh, Miss," Mrs. Rutherford soothed. She put her free hand on Gia's upturned hip, holding her steady. "Just making you ready." Mrs. R worked slowly and precisely, fully opening Gia's twat lips. She leaned closer to Gia's pink flower, resting her right arm on the bed. "Oh, that looks tasty," Mrs. R continued. She took her left hand and moved it to Gia's turned up butt cheek, and placing her fingers downward lifted Gia's buttock upward. Gia was temptingly spread open. Not wasting another moment, Mrs. Rutherford leaned forward and began her breakfast.

Gia gasped! Mrs. R skillfully moved downward to her plumb clit then upward to her wet slit. Still moving, Mrs. R tongued Gia's butt hole. She couldn't suck on Gia's clit, not in Gia's current position, but she could lap hungrily. She just licked and licked and licked, holding Gia's butt apart until Gia groaned hornily. Mrs. Rutherford laughed at the hot, slutty sound and began to tongue Gia's open pussy lips. Slowly she ran her tongue along the inside of Gia's pink wings. She put just the tip of her tongue inside Gia's girlish heat and lightly tickled her. Then she wiggled it on the outside from the base to the top, but she would not touch Gia's clit. Over and over she worked her tongue, teasing Gia by denying Gia's cunt the full pleasure of her long, wet tongue, and she ignored Gia's clit. She laughed again, never removing her tongue from Gia. When a frustrated whine escaped from her captive's lips, she felt the young girl's snatch start to sizzle. She giggled and giggled as she teased and denied and tortured her housemaid's pussy until girl juice flooded downward onto the bed sheets.

Mrs. Rutherford stopped and sat up. She held Gia's ass open and looked at her handy work. She could hardly wait to drink Gia's morning juice.

"Your pussy is perfectly prepared. Look how wet you are! Let's check your temperature, shall we?" Mrs. Rutherford slid her right forefinger into Gia's vagina. "Oh, you're ready all right." She held her finger in Gia. "Hot. Nice and hot. So ready for me."

Gia had never had a woman's finger, let alone one old enough to be her grandmother, in her pussy. It didn't feel any different, at least not yet, as a young man's finger, but the thought of woman's finger in her made her horny, and Mrs. Rutherford's words made her needful and tight. She felt her pussy clench around the long inserted digit.

"You dirty girl!" Mrs. R scolded playfully. "I feel that." She wiggled her finger in Gia's narrow canyon. "You like it when mama talks to you? Does my little girl like it when she's talked to?"

Gia tried to stop herself, but it was no use. Her cunt muscles flexed and hugged her employer's warm forefinger.

"Oh, she does! She does!" Mrs. R chuckled. "Is my housemaid ready to be a big girl and serve me my hot pussy morning meal? Mama is very, very hungry. She needs to eat!"

Gia groaned in horny desire. She was clamping down so hard on Mrs. R's finger, she needed release!

"God damn you're tight. What a big, big girl. What a special big girl." Tighter and tighter. Mrs. R couldn't believe it. And the heat! Gia was on fire!

Mrs. Rutherford adopted a mother's voice, the voice of encouragement and knowledge, "My little girl is so hot, so ready for her mommy. Is baby ready to cum for her mommy? Tell mommy you're ready to be a big, big girl for her."

Gia gripped the bed covers in her hands. She was going crazy! Her cunt was so hot and tight.

"Come on, little girl," Mrs. R coaxed; her hand still pulling Gia's ass apart, her finger still embedded in Gia's wet white-hot heat. "Mommy can tell you want it. Mommy knows everything about her sex slave. Come on, come on let me hear it."

"I want to cum, ma'am," Gia confessed.

Mrs. R laughed, "No, no call me mommy."

"Mommy! Please!" Gia screamed.

"Okay. Okay. Let's see how you like this."

Mrs. R leaned forward and began to tongue Gia's asshole. She laughed triumphantly when she felt Gia's pussy contract and pulse in orgasm. She kept her tongue on Gia's equally twitching butt hole and began to slowly fuck Gia's slit with her finger. She worked Gia, relishing the response to her desire, until Gia was limp and panting. It was then Mrs. R laid on her side, between Gia's legs, a pillow under her head, and began her pink breakfast in earnest

"God, Reginald," Mrs. R said her face next to Gia's wet box, "she is pouring water, and she is so scrumptious. Mmm, mmm, mmm, this is good." 

Gia's body lurched when she felt Mrs. R lick at her pulsing slit. The older woman moved her left hand around Gia's bottom and held her. Gia's twat started twitching, spilling her juice. Mrs. R lapped her up and Gia groaned in divine pleasure, wetting herself further. Mrs. Rutherford further sucked at her clit and Gia bucked in her mouth. Mrs. R just sucked Gia harder and pushed her buttocks toward her mouth, holding her close.

Mrs. Rutherford laughed when she pushed Gia over the edge and Gia's box sputtered wetly as she climaxed. Mrs. R enjoyed her breakfast of juicy cunt until Gia settled down and her pussy was silent.

Mrs. Rutherford got up from the bed giggling. She wiped Gia's cunny juice from her lips and had Gia get up. She striped Gia of her white nightie.

"We have a busy day little Miss Gia. Take my hand. Reginald, to the kitchen. I think the ladies are waiting for us."

Mrs. R led Gia downstairs to the kitchen. The room was huge along with the rest of the house. Gia noticed the beautiful view of the lake from the kitchen windows. She also noticed the immaculate lawn and impeccable landscaping. She noticed a few picnic tables being set up by what looked like caterers. She saw a gazebo that over looked the gentle slope of the back yard, providing, Gia could only assume, a breathtaking view of the water. In front of the gazebo and a bit to the right, closer to the house, was a screened in Jacuzzi. Gia only knew that because she could she copious amounts of steam rising into the cool morning island air from inside the inner structure. Everything from the house to the yard was expensive and luxurious, demonstrating great wealth and taste.

Mrs. Koop and Mrs. Greene were in the kitchen. Mrs. Greene was near the kitchen sink. A strange chair next to her as she ran the water. Mrs. Koop sat at an informal yet big table having a cuppa.

"Good morning, ladies," Mrs. R said cheerfully. "I just had a scrumptious breakfast…Gia's pussy!"

Gia felt her body warm with embarrassment. It was bad enough she was already stark-ass naked and wet between her legs, she didn't need her morning activities announced to her captor's.

Mrs. Greene's eyes lit up knowingly. "Ooo, I bet that was tasty!" She walked slowly toward Gia and took her hand from Mrs. Rutherford. "I know exactly how this cunt tastes."

"Language, Mrs. Greene," Mrs. Rutherford warned.

"Sorry," Mrs. Greene apologized, her word quiet insincere. "Come, housemaid," she told Gia, "time for some personal grooming." 

Gia followed Mrs. G to the kitchen sink. Mrs. Greene raised the chair Gia noticed when she first came into the kitchen. Upon closer inspection it looked like a barber chair. There was only one difference…the stirrups.

Mrs. Greene pushed Gia into the chair, took her own seat, and placed Gia's feet in the stirrups. Gia was about to pass out as Mrs. G strapped her feet and ankles to the chair. The chair was raised higher, just shy to eye level with Mrs. Green's face. Then the chair was tipped back. 

"Keep those legs open. And relax. I am going to shave your mound, and pussy lips, and ass crack now." Mrs. Greene readied her shaving utensils. "Oh and I'm going to eat you. I want morning pussy too."

In a panic, Gia covered her crotch with her hands. Without a word Mrs. Rutherford came and tied Gia's wrists together. She then forced Gia's arms above her head and secured them to the back of the chair.

"Silly house cunt," Mrs. Greene said smugly. "You have no say on how you will be handled or used or groomed. If only you stupid bitches would relax," she lectured as she prepared the old fashion shaving cream (a mug and a heavy brush), whipping up a thick foam, "you could enjoy this."

Mrs. Rutherford didn't scold Mrs. G's language this time. She stood by and watched Gia's distress and Mrs. Greene's preparations. Before Mrs. G lathered up Gia's crotch for shaving, she stood and rinsed the horse tail brush under the kitchen tap. She flicked off the excess water, and sat back and looked at Gia's pussy. She smiled as she traced the soft full brush up and down Gia's thighs. Gia's legs jerked together. Without missing a beat, Mrs. Rutherford slipped a thick length of fabric under Gia's left knee. She pulled the fabric and tied both ends to the chair. Gia's left leg was pulled open. Mrs. R moved behind the barber chair and turned it away from the kitchen counter. She took another length of fabric and secured Gia's right leg the same as the left.

Arms secured above her head, feet secured in the stirrups, legs secured wide open, Gia struggled in the chair. Mrs. Greene and Mrs. Rutherford laughed at her. Gia struggled harder. The two Mesdames laughed harder.

Curious about the gaiety, Mrs. Koop got up from the table and walked over to her friends. She laughed too. Gia was wiggling all around the barber chair. She was completely strapped in and down. But she looked so good! Her little nipples were tight and her legs were spread to pussy shaving wideness.

"They always struggle," Mrs. Koop said, shaking her head.

"I know," Mrs. Greene agreed frustrated. "Would you please settle down, house slut?" She didn't sound polite or patient. "You're wasting time and all my shaving foam is flattening." She leaned forward, shaving brush in hand, and set about teasing Gia.

Mrs. Greene took the shaving brush and twirled it on Gia's butt hole. Gia gave a half whimper, half groan as her legs twitched against their bindings. Mrs. Greene giggled at her, and swirled the brush the other way. Back and forth she swirled the brush. The bristles were wide and a little stiff. They stimulated Gia's asshole and made her pussy wake up. When Mrs. Greene applied some pressure, pushing inward, Gia moaned and jerked. The brush tickled yet scratched her brown spot at the same time. She kicked feebly. 

Mrs. Greene, smiling happily, noticed Gia's futile struggling. She stopped her brush play and set it down. She looked back at Gia and smiled a slow, cold grin. She looked back at the kitchen counter. Mrs. G slowly scanned her utensils. She half turned her head and looked back at Gia, a wicked glint in her eyes. She picked up another brush. She turned to fully face Gia and the open pussy trapped before her. She held the brush up to Gia.

"Ever see a brush like this?" Mrs. Greene didn't wait for an answer. "Well, if you have it certainly wasn't in a barber shop. It's a painter's brush. See the fine tip? It's so soft and pointy." Mrs. Greene took her left hand and pushed open the top of Gia's pussy, separating her clit from the folds of her labia. As she leaned in to tickle torture Gia's girl button, she cruelly told Gia, teasing the poor, helpless girl, "It's perfect for little housemaid's clits. Perfect to tickle you."

Mrs. Greene touched Gia's clit with the brush. She slowly swirled the fine tip around Gia's bean. She didn't pull back Gia's protective hood, yet, but titillated Gia under it. Gia jerked and whined. To Mrs. Greene it was exquisite, Gia's distress. Her own cunt sizzled to life under her nightclothes. 

"Oh, God," Gia groaned. Her slit was heating up too fast! She couldn't slow Mrs. Greene's work down. The woman was staring between her legs, her arm raised, holding open Gia's labia, giving her access to Gia's tender clit, with a wet, drooling grin on her pretty face. The intent, hungry look on Mrs. Greene's face made Gia honier and her cunt snapped, clenching in and out.

"Ooo," Mrs. Greene commented, "you like that! What a barber chair whore!"

Gia's pussy spasmed hotly. Mrs. G not missing Gia's wet arousal, pulled back Gia's protective hood and applied her brush.

Gia gasped! She tried to close her legs with all her strength, but her bindings held her fast. Mrs. Greene just laughed and kept lightly torturing Gia's swollen bean. Gia struggled vainly until she collapsed into the chair. She was helpless to stop Mrs. G and her brush. Her legs twitched and jerked of their own accord. Gia realized she was responding to Mrs. Greene's treatment. 'Oh, no,' she moaned silently, trying to stop the wonderful feeling in her groin, 'please don't let me cum like this!'

"You're so puffy!" Mrs. Greene said, stopping her brushwork. "Look how big your clit is. It's positively poking out it's so huge! Let's see what we can do with you."

Mrs. Greene reached over with her right hand to the kitchen counter, her left still holding open Gia's huge clit, and picked up a small vibrator. She held it up as she switched it on and smiled wickedly at Gia. Gia renewed her struggling and Mrs. G laughed as she slowly lowered her hand and put the buzzing toy directly onto Gia's clit.

Gia flailed in her chair to no avail. When Mrs. Greene removed the vibrator, she watched as Gia's pussy rapidly twitched. Gia could feel how fast her pussy was moving. It was horrible knowing that her body was enjoying her current sexual treatment. She couldn't help herself; Mrs. Greene was too skilled and too powerful to resist. Finally, 

Gia gave up all hope of escaping and allowed herself to be pleasured. She groaned in shame when Mrs. Greene put away her vibrator and began to eat Gia's soaked pussy. Gia watched as the other women came into the kitchen and left, going who knew where. None of them seemed the least bit curious or interested in what Mrs. Greene was doing, helping herself to Gia's cunt. Their lackadaisical attitude excited Gia. She was alone with Mrs. G yet not. They were being noticed but not watched. It was a weird feeling. Gia felt like a toy, something to be used and played with then put away.

Mrs. Greene finished with her morning breakfast of young pussy, sat up with a satisfied grin on her face. She was glowing as she lathered up the shaving soap again and this time shaved Gia's crotch. She worked silently and efficiently, having shaved many a girl before.

Mrs. Greene stood up. "She's done, Mrs. Koop. You should kiss her bald cunt." She looked down at Gia's freshly shorn pussy. She slid her right forefinger into Gia's wet slit. "She's so clean and wet." She twisted her wrist, turning her finger inside Gia's box. "Horny too. Her pussy is hot and tight." 

"Yes, Mrs. Greene," Mrs. Koop said, stepping up to the kitchen sink. "I'm sure she's pure horny hairless pie, but I have other things in mind for our dear housemaid." 

Gia watched in silent misery as Mrs. Koop began setting up her much beloved enema equipment. Oh, God! She had been filled with two of Mrs. Koop's enemas on the trip up to the island, and Gia had been forced to void their contents in a public restroom in front of all the ladies. She struggled stupidly, encouraging Mrs. Greene to scold her.

Mrs. G pulled her finger out of Gia's twat and unceremoniously shoved it up her asshole. Gia sucked in a breath. Mrs. Greene grinned, happy to see the discomfort.

"Just getting you ready," Mrs. Greene said sweetly. "It's time for your baby girl butt cleaning."

"Baby's need cleaning," Mrs. Koop agreed.

Mrs. Greene pulled out of Gia's southern hole. "Do you want her left in the chair?"

"For now," Mrs. K answered. She added some cleansing soap to the bag and began adding the warm water. "I'll get her up when I'm ready."

Mrs. Greene turned away from Gia, and began putting away her shaving tools and brushes. "Can I help, Mrs. Koop?"

"You can definitely watch. I might need your help. I'm going to fill her on the tabletop. Now that you're done, I can stretch her out." 

"Goodie!" Mrs. G cheered. "Where is she going to squirt it out?"

"Mrs. Greene!" Mrs. Koop cried in mock shame. "One voids an enema they don't squirt."

"Sorry, Mrs. Koop," Mrs. G said a false unapologetic smile on her face.

"Of course, you can watch her void. What fun is there in a solitary squirting?"

Both ladies laughed loudly. Gia cringed. What was she doing here?!

Bag filled, Mrs. Koop hung it on the barber chair. She untied Gia's hand from the chair, but didn't remove the tether from her wrists, freed her legs, and had her stand.

"Come with me." Mrs. Koop took Gia's hand, chose a nozzle, and grabbed the enema bag. She led Gia to the table. 

Morning light spilled through the huge windows and warmed the room. The tabletop was even warm when Mrs. Koop had Gia stand on the window side of it and stretched her over the top. Mrs. Koop took the length of fabric on Gia's wrists and tied her to the opposite side. Gia felt the sunlight warm her skin. She also knew it illuminated her bare butt, accentuating the fact that her ass, and soon her enema filling, was facing the clear glass of the windows. The catering company and other staff working outside would be able to see, although from afar, her predicament. Gia shifted uneasily on top of the table.




Gia, The Van and the Ladies at Play



"Mrs. Greene," Mrs. Koop called as she walked behind her captive and hung the bag. "Could you lend a hand here?"

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Greene said excitedly.

"Then open the housemaid's butt so I can insert her nozzle."

Mrs. Greene came over to the table and unceremoniously pulled open Gia's butt cheeks. Gia felt the cold, slick nozzle slide up her hole. She squeezed her ass cheeks together. Mrs. Greene held her open, chuckling at her futile attempts to hide herself. Shortly after, Gia felt the sting of the warm soapy water flow up her. It felt satisfying, soothing for less than a minute. Soon Gia felt the pressure of Mrs. Koop's enema bloating her.

Mrs. Koop took a seat to the side of Gia and Mrs. Greene stood close by. Each watched Gia's filling. Soon Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Capp, two fellow friends of Mrs. Rutherford, joined Gia and her other employers at the table. When Gia's bag was emptied, Mrs. Miller went to fix her and Mrs. Capp a cup of tea as Mrs. Koop clamped off Gia's enema hose and made Gia retain her water. Mrs. Koop fondled Gia's bare ass as Gia suffered through her retention. Every once in awhile, she spread Gia's ass and allowed everyone a view of Gia's nozzle filled hole.

"I think you have the help's attention, Mrs. Koop," Mrs. Miller said as she brought her friend's tea.

"Oh, yeah!" Mrs. Greene exclaimed. "They're looking over here all right. They're watching our stupid bitch's enema filling. Are you going to show them her squirt…oh, I mean, her voiding?"

"I think we can have her void in a bucket right here," Mrs. Koop said. All the ladies giggled in agreement. "Mrs. Greene go fetch the housemaid's bucket."

Mrs. Greene left, and Mrs. Koop untied Gia's arms from the table. As she stood Gia up, Mrs. Greene returned with the bucket. It was tall and translucent.

Gia whined pathetically.

"Ooo," Mrs. Koop laughed, "you don't want to void?" Again a small whiney sound escaped from Gia's lips. "Well, tough! Squat!" She ordered. "Or you'll hold your water all day."

Gia bent her knees slowly, not wanting to embarrass herself, but desperate to empty her bowels. Mrs. Koop guided her butt hole to the desired spot over the tall bucket and pulled out the nozzle in Gia's hole. A huge, grateful sigh issued from Gia's throat. The relief was glorious, the sound (into the bucket and out of her tight circle) was horrible. She knew all the ladies, and the crowd outside, were enjoying her voiding. The ladies were treated to the extra treat of hearing Gia's water spray into the depths of the plastic bucket.

"I like the way her hole stays open while she spurts," Mrs. Greene said.

Gia could only groan and bear down harder, the enema spilling out of her rudely.

Mrs. Koop was pleased. "Yes. She's beautiful. And very clean," she added noticing the bucket. "To be sure, I'll give her a rectal on the table top once she's empty."

"Oh, God," Gia screamed as she wetly pushed out the last of Mrs. Koop's treatment, "no!"

Everyone laughed.

"Bloody Mary's anyone?" Mrs. Miller asked as she and Mrs. Capp finished their tea.

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Capp answered her eyes ablaze with excitement. "Make it a round."

Mrs. Koop made Gia kneel on the huge kitchen table top on her knees, elbows bent, head down, legs slightly spread as everyone waited for Mrs. Miller to make a pitcher of bloody Mary mix, fill six tall glasses with ice, fix a platter of fixings, and open a new bottle of vodka. She brought the whole works to the table. Mrs. Koop had Gia wait longer in her precarious position as Mrs. Rutherford and Mrs. Jung joined them at the table, and everyone fixed their drinks.

Gia's heart hammered in her chest. Her pussy pounded equally as hard. She was so hot and horny! She couldn't believe she could be so turned on! She was surprised with herself. Secretly, she hoped the outside crowd was watching her enslavement. She knew they all had witnessed these types of happenings before; watched other girls, the last one being her friend, being used, paraded around, and forced to endure the demands of the ladies sexual fun and games. But Gia wanted to be the best. She wanted to be everyone's, the ladies and the crowds, favorite.

The ladies sipped their morning cocktails and chatted while Gia waited ass high in the air, facing the windows, for Mrs. Koop to be done with her. Gia's pussy was shamefully beating between her legs. She knew her wetness wouldn't go unnoticed. Maybe even used against her.

Mrs. Koop set down her bloody Mary and stood behind Gia propped up on the table. She grasped Gia's hips in her hands and looked at Gia's spread crack. "Nice," she whispered. "Her butt hole is so sweet and innocent. So virginal." 

Gia let out a shaky whimper. Her pussy twitching hotly.

Just then Mrs. Koop noticed Gia's wet, traitorous, pussy. "God! She's horny! So horny! Her pussy is all but dripping cum. What a maidly slut! I'll use her lube for her rectal. Oh, this is so sweet."

Mrs. Koop stepped to the left side of Gia, allowing the people outside a chance of watching Gia's anal fingering. The other ladies gathered around the right side. No one blocked the windows.

Mrs. Koop put her left hand on the small of Gia's back and leaned to look between Gia's legs. She slowly ran her right middle finger along Gia's steamy, humid slit. Her bony finger teased Gia's lips and Gia heated up more. With a smile on her face, Mrs. Koop pushed her finger up Gia's cunt and collected her juice, slicking up her finger.

"She is so wet," Mrs. Koop told the watching ladies.

Mrs. Koop pushed and pulled her finger in and out of Gia's box a few times before Gia felt her leave her pussy, and felt Mrs. Koop at her asshole. Gia gasped as the older lady invaded her tunnel.

"Ah…" Mrs. Koop sighed. "Warm. Tight. Perfect."

Mrs. Koop's words pleased Gia. She felt her asshole tighten around the woman's finger. Mrs. Koop sighed contentedly. Gia was excited. She was glad to excite Mrs. Koop. She didn't know why. All her up bringing and past sexual encounters pointed away from this type of desire. She was an anal virgin. She had never had group sex. She had never been tied up and sexually pleasured and teased endlessly. She had never been put on public display. But right now, knowing she was being watched by the other ladies and perhaps the strangers outside, knowing Mrs. Koop's finger was up her butt and was about to fuck her ass under the guise of calling it a rectal, made Gia's hole clench harder and harder.

Mrs. Koop shook her head. "She is sooo tight. It's amazing! I think our little house whore likes it up the ass."

There was a murmur of approval from the ladies.

Mrs. Koop began her rectal, dipping her finger into Gia's sopping pussy now and then to keep her finger slick enough to thoroughly probe deep inside Gia's dark passage. She twisted and pushed and wiggled her finger all round Gia. 

Gia struggled at first with Mrs. Koop's exploration of her asshole, but soon was enjoying the older woman's deep drilling. Mrs. Koop moved her finger freely from the depths of her wet pussy to her chute and Gia was horrified to find she was starting to get off. When Mrs. Koop began to move between both her openings in a frenzied pace, finger fucking each hole twice, very quickly, Gia started cumming. Her squeals delighted the crowd inside. Outside a few workers watched intently, missing the sounds of a delighted Gia.

Mrs. Greene set down her glass and stepped up to Gia across from Mrs. Koop. She watched closely as her fellow tormentor moved her finger between Gia's slit and hole. She smiled devilishly. 

"I want to help," Mrs. Greene said thickly.

"Wet your finger in her pussy," Mrs. Koop instructed. Her finger was already back up Gia's rectum. She stopped her finger banging a moment and held her finger in Gia's butt.

Gia felt Mrs. Greene's finger slip up her pussy. It felt wonderful, both Mrs. Koop's and Mrs. Greene's fingers up her at once. She wiggled her ass hornily.

Mrs. Koop looked at Mrs. Greene and said, "Bring your finger up here. Next to mine." Mrs. Koop pulled her finger out of Gia's rump hole until only her first knuckle was still inside. Mrs. Greene put her finger next to Mrs. K's.

"Ready?" Mrs. K asked.

"Yes," Mrs. Greene hissed in excitement.

Together both ladies pushed and Gia's asshole opened and took their digits inside of her. There was a minute or two of distress as the women drilled their fingers up Gia's butt, both fingering her independently of each other. One finger was in as the other was out, one popped in and out while the other stayed in deep and was twisted and forth. Gia's asshole was new to such treatment, and the feeling of the two fingers coming and going randomly was hard. She groaned weakly. She heard the two Mesdames laugh as they dug in deeper, searching for the deepest, hottest depths of Gia's unused back road. Their amusement ignited Gia's hole. Soon the dual fingering was building from distressing to interesting, then jumping to wonderful. When Mrs. Koop and Mrs. Greene felt the first pre-climax clenching of Gia's chute they began to work their fingers in tandem.

"Tickle her clit," Mrs. Koop instructed Mrs. Greene.

Mrs. Greene reached down with her free hand and found Gia's love switch. She flicked it slowly. Both women felt Gia's butt bear down around their fingers.

Mrs. Koop slid the hand resting on Gia's back to Gia's buttocks and gave her a pat. "She's such a whore. She's going to cum while receiving her rectal. Her double finger butt rectal."

Gia came. Mrs. Greene flicked her clit faster and each woman banged her butt hole faster. When Mrs. Koop shoved her finger all the way to the hilt and gave an aggressive jiggle, Gia had her second orgasm. Mrs. Koop patted her ass again and Gia came again.

The ladies removed their hands and fingers from Gia. Gia was disappointed. She wanted more. She kept her thoughts to herself, knowing more she would get. She felt shame settle over her. What had gotten into her? She should not be enjoying this. It just encouraged them. She should demand to be set free…that stupid "contract" she signed in Mrs. Rutherford's house couldn't be enforceable. But what could she do? She had demanded to be left alone before and she was scoffed at then spanked until she was sorry for ever saying a word. Besides, Reginald would see she wouldn't escape. But more importantly, she liked her treatment. She was being exposed to new and wondrous experiences. Her body was learning fresh and devilish ways to enjoy sex and sexual partners. She wanted to run away yet stay. She wanted to hug the friend that recommended this job to her and yell at her. But? Her friend had gone through the same type of treatment just the year before and she had been thrilled with the money she had made, and had enthusiastically encouraged Gia to apply for the position this year. It couldn't be so shameful, could it? Gia decided her thoughts were her own and she was entitled to them. No one would know, except herself, how excited she felt, how thrilling it was to learn a new way to be pleasured, and that surrendering wasn't a bad thing. Gia was beginning to enjoy her helplessness, her captor's sexual deviance. 

Mrs. Miller's voice cut through Gia's racing thoughts, making her doubt her newly reached conclusions. "We have a little unfinished business with our housemaid."

"Yes," Mrs. Capp agreed, "unfinished."

"Oh, yeah?" Mrs. Greene asked eagerly. "What kind of unfinished business?"

As Mrs. Miller spoke, she and Mrs. Capp got Gia down off the tabletop, "We promised her extra punishment for not cooperating in the van yesterday." Gia was on her feet, but the ladies hands on her back kept her hips pressed against the edge of the table. "I think a spanking is in order."

"Yes, a bare bottom spanking," Mrs. Capp described.

"Bend over the table. You're going to get your spanking here." Mrs. Miller pushed Gia downward. "We are both going to paddle you in front of your employers and, oh my," she joyfully giggled, "in front of the hired help outside too."

Mrs. Capp giggled too and in her usual, weird way she said, "So exciting. So many watching. Spanky, spanky naughty house servant."

Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Capp put one hand each on Gia's shoulders, reminding her to stay prone over the table, and began taking turns slapping Gia's butt cheeks. They worked slowly, oh so slowly, letting each slap ring through the quiet room.

"Her butt is getting rosy," Mrs. Miller told Mrs. Capp.

Mrs. Capp cupped the butt cheek that was hers and fondled it. "Rosy warm. Nice."

Mrs. Miller slapped the butt cheek that she had claimed. She waited a moment before she spanked again, working up a true red heat on Gia's right buttock.

The feelings were confusing. Mrs. Miller's measured punishing hand and Mrs. Capp's tender loving hand were swirling with Gia's thoughts and mixing with her thumping pussy. She could feel her twat beginning to dampen. Gia had to fight the urge to push her ass outward toward the two women, begging to punish her and caress her.

"Let's see how pink her butt it," Mrs. Miller said. "Oh my, her right cheek is quite red. Mrs. Capp your side has cooled. I don't think she'll learn her lesson if you don't heat up her cute, naughty butt."

Mrs. Capp slid her hand down to the top of Gia's thigh. She held Gia lightly. "Yes, she must learn her lesson."

Mrs. Miller looked out the window. "Everyone is watching."

"Yeah, they are," Mrs. Greene noted. "Give it to her."

Mrs. Capp struck. There was no slow and methodical this round. She swatted upward on Gia's buttock as Mrs. Miller struck the full fleshy part of the other buttock. The flurry of swinging hands making contact on Gia's tender, pink skin couldn't drown out the cheering coming from outside. Gia remembered the trip up to the island yesterday when Mrs. Green had spanked her in the sling. She remembered how Mrs. Rutherford had driven the van though a drive-in restaurant to buy everyone sodas. Mrs. Greene had spanked her in the back of the van while the employees had peered out the window into the van and cheered Mrs. Greene on. Gia had been mortified! She had been so embarrassed, although no one could see her face, to be treated like a naughty child being punished in front of the whole world. She knew now she was being observed, watched as she received another spanking. She knew others were enjoying her trouble, wishing they could partake in her punishment.

"Good, Mrs. Capp?" Mrs. Miller asked busy setting Gia's left butt cheek on fire.

"Good, Mrs. Miller."

"Okay then."

Both ladies stopped. Gia was grateful. They began to cup and pet her butt. Gia knew they were assessing their handy work, realizing how steamy and tender Gia's butt had become under their specific, intense attention.

"I hope she learned her lesson," Mrs. Miller said to Mrs. Capp.

"Me too," Mrs. Capp replied.

"I hope you learned your lesson, young lady." Mrs. Miller gave Gia a warning slap. "Or do you need another round?" She looked out the window. "Your audience is still watching. Would you like to give them more show?"

"No, ma'am," Gia mumbled from on top of the table. "I've learned my lesson."

"Cooperation is now your middle name?"

"Oh, yes ma'am," Gia promised.

Mrs. Miller laughed, and she and Mrs. Capp pulled Gia up right. "I doubt that, but we're done for now."

"Time to get her dressed," Mrs. Rutherford said. "Our guests will be arriving shortly."

"And the balloons?" Mrs. Greene asked excitedly. Her excitement worried Gia.

"Yes, yes the balloons should be here soon," Mrs. R said a little impatiently. "All the more reason to move along."

She took Gia's hand and led her naked out of the kitchen past the huge living room down a hallway, passing several spare bedrooms and a bathroom, to the last room on the right.

There was no bed in this room, Gia noticed, or any other furniture except a few wooden chairs, an ironing board with an iron at the ready, a small chest of drawers and a closet. There were also two garment racks in the room jammed full of clothes. Mrs. Rutherford opened the closet. It was packed with clothes, shoes, hats, and various other accessories. Gia realized these weren't ordinary everyday clothes, these were costumes.

Mrs. R reached into the closet, telling Gia over her shoulder, "You're going to be our little cowgirl today." She pulled down a white cowboy hat from the shelf in the closet and faced Gia. There was a fine gold design embroidered around the brim. It was delicate expert work. The hat was beautiful and quite expensive. Mrs. Rutherford placed the hat of Gia's head and tightened the drawstring. It fit comfortably.

Gia's total ensemble was all white: vest, chaps, and boots. All with the same golden embroidery as the hat except bolder. The vest laced up the front but Mrs. R didn't close it. Gia's boobs were as bare as her pussy and her ass; she had nothing on under her white chaps. As Mrs. R stuck a gold pasty, shaped like an old west sheriff's badge, on each on Gia's nipples, Mrs. Jung came in the room.

"Her butt is still pink." She cupped Gia's butt in her hand as she stood next to her and watched as her friend, Mrs. R, tied Gia's chaps around her booted ankles. Mrs. Jung looked around and laughed at Gia's pasties. "Looks like we have a new sheriff in town!" Gia blushed. "How sweet." Mrs. Jung patted Gia's bare bottom. "Her face is as pink as he cowgirl butt."

"Is Mrs. Koop coming?" Mrs. R asked standing, and then fussed with Gia's outfit. 

"On her way. She's bringing a white butt plug. To match, ya know."

"Good. Do you think she needs a holster?"

"I don't know. Let's see."

Mrs. Jung stepped next to her friend and closely examined Gia's getup. "Hmm, she looks so adorable the way she it. Her pussy is nicely exposed, as is her ass. I guess we could try one. See how it looks."

Mrs. R went to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. She pulled out a soft white leather double holster. Except for its fine leather belt and holsters it looked straight out of a western movie. The holsters were empty, for now, and Mrs. R slipped it around Gia's waist and tightened the belt. Gia noticed the holsters didn't look right. Somehow she knew they wouldn't hold toy guns. What they would hold she didn't know either.

"I don't know," Mrs. Jung said critically. "The belt is narrow enough so it doesn't cover her privates, but…fill the holsters. Maybe that'll help."

Mrs. Rutherford returned to the drawer and pulled out two white dildos. Gia whined pitifully. She watched as Mrs. R slid each dildo (one was long and tapered, a vibrator actually, and the other was shaped exactly like a penis, the head being generous and huge) into its appropriate holster. 

"Perfect!" Mrs. Jung said. "She's a perfect little cowgirl with her vibrator and dildo at the ready. What fun!"

"She just needs her butt plug and she'll be all set," Mrs. Rutherford said as she threaded the holster tie downs under Gia's chaps. She secured them so they wouldn't flop against Gia's thighs as she walked around or was being used by one of the ladies or guests. Mrs. Rutherford didn't want her young employee's skin to be chafed.

"Here I am," Mrs. Koop said as she entered the dressing room.

"Show it to her," Mrs. R instructed.

Mrs. Koop stepped in front of Gia and opened a plain box. Inside Gia saw a small butt plug. Its base however had a big hoop on the end. It didn't overly frighten her. She had no idea. Mrs. Koop removed the inside top of the box and underneath the plug was a long thin plastic tube and ball. The ball looked like a hand pump.

"It's inflatable," Mrs. Koop explained. "Bend her over the ironing board."

Gia's heart was hammering and her asshole was puckering. Inflatable? Mrs. R and Mrs. J pulled her over the board and pulled her butt cheeks apart.




Gia, The Van and the Ladies at Play



Mrs. Koop lubed up the butt plug and touched the tip to Gia's waiting butt hole. "Now, this isn't any bigger than today's enema nozzle. Yet anyway. Deep breath."

Mrs. K pushed and inserted the plug. Gia wiggled against the intrusion and tried to squeeze her butt closed. The ladies held on tight not allowing Gia to hide, and watched as Mrs. K attached the tube to the valve on the back of the plug and begin to squeeze the ball.

Gia felt the plug expand inside her tunnel. She felt weirdly full especially by her opening. It felt snug after three or four hand pumps. She pushed down through her rectum but the plug stayed tight.

Mrs. Koop removed the tubing, telling Gia, "The air in the plug won't come out unless the valve is released. Depending on how many guests you entertain today, more air can and will be added, stopping you up. We can't have your toy popping out."

Gia was released and allowed to straighten up. She could feel the big hoop against her butt cheeks. She could feel the plug buried up her asshole. It captured her whole attention. She couldn't believe Mrs. Koop was going to add more air. The toy was already tight and intrusive. She was so preoccupied with the rigid, full feeling up her asshole that she didn't give the rest of Mrs. Koop's statement any thought…she wouldn't until she entertained her first guest.

Mrs. Rutherford took Gia's hand and led her through the house to the back yard. There were several tables full of food and a small bar, with a smartly dressed bartender, was also set up to one side. There was one empty table with a metal A-frame screwed securely to the top. Gia knew its accompanying sling was for her. It looked exactly like the one in the van. A shiver ran through her body that had nothing to do with the cool lake front breeze.

A few guests had already arrived, and were ordering drinks and filling plates with food. Upon seeing Mrs. Rutherford and Gia, they made their way to them. Gia looked up toward the front of the house, and could see and hear more guests arriving. She watched as the new arrivals made their way down the gently sloping walkway toward the Sunday morning brunch.

"How delightful," a voice exclaimed quite close to Gia. It grabbed her attention back from the front of the house to her present company. "What a cute little cowgirl," the woman said. She was older with graying hair. She and her husband were openly staring at Gia's shaven pussy, slowly eating the goodies on their plates. "I love the holster. The dildos are a nice touch. Lends to the authenticity of the costume. Spin her around, Mrs. Rutherford," the woman continued, "show us her getup."

Mrs. R turned Gia around and the older couple chuckled when they noticed the butt plug's hoop sticking out of Gia's butt crack.

"Oh, good. The balloons are here," Mrs. Rutherford turned Gia back around. "We can begin soon."

"We look forward to it," the guest said.

Mrs. R led Gia away by the hand to greet more guests. As the various couples and groups of friends filled their plates from the buffet and collected drinks from the bar, Gia with Mrs. R guiding her firmly, mingled among them. Some faces looked familiar, like the handsome man Harlan, Gia recognized from the van. He had sat next to her in the van while Mrs. Greene had tickled her clitty while pointing a camcorder at her crotch, and sent her to orgasm heaven. Her pussy twitched excitedly knowing these were the people that had watched Mrs. Greene eat her and made her explode in climax. They all now looked at her again, up and down, admiring her outfit, and commenting openly on her sheriff badge pasties, her cute pussy and bottom.

Gia noticed the balloon delivery. It was a huge bundle. At least fifty balloons, in two big bunches, of multi pastel colors tugged at their strings in the breeze. Gia watched as they were secured at the end of the empty table. The table she knew she would be placed upon and hoisted up by the sling. As she was dreading the moment when that happened, Gia noticed Mrs. Jung and Mrs. Koop bring out four folding chairs and a wide box about a foot tall, and set them near the freshly delivered balloons. The women set the chairs evenly around the box then joined the party.

"She wouldn't be a sheriff without handcuffs," Mrs. Rutherford announced. She pulled a pair out of her waistband and cuffed Gia's wrists behind her back. 

The crowd approved and chuckled lowly. Gia's heart began to race in her chest. She watched in horror as Mrs. Rutherford next pulled out the long white, tapered vibrator from one of the holsters, turn it on, and began to tickle Gia's clit. Gia gasped and shifted on her feet. The crowd laughed and gathered closely around. All eyes were on Gia's naked pussy, watching as Mrs. Rutherford masturbated her.

Mrs. R stood to the side of her cowgirl and rubbed the buzzing sex toy up and down Gia's hooded clit. After a moan escaped Gia's lips, Mrs. R used her free hand to pull Gia's twat lips open. She pulled upward and spread her fingers. Gia's little bean poked out and Gia shuddered on her feet.

"What a cowgirl slut," Mrs. Greene said as she joined the crowd. She held one balloon in her hand. "Mrs. R do you want to do the honors or me?"

Mrs. Rutherford looked up from Gia's pussy to Mrs. Greene. "Oh, no I want to do it. Here," she handed the vibrator to the closest person, a middle aged woman. "Feel free to play with her."

"Yes, thank you," the woman grinned. As Mrs. R stepped away, the woman stepped in front of Gia and began to buzz Gia's enlarged sex bean. 

Mrs. R took the soft yellow colored balloon from Mrs. Greene and stood behind Gia. She threaded the balloon's string through the hoop in the butt plug buried up Gia's crack hole. With the crowd looking on, Mrs. R secured the balloon to the butt plug and let it go. It floated upward where it bustled gently about Gia's head.

"You may not hold the hoop or the balloon, Miss Cowgirl," Mrs. R warned Gia. "You let them float and sway naturally. You will receive one balloon each time you service a guest. It will be tied to your butt plug. Air will be added with the hand pump as your balloon bouquet grows, so it can't be pulled out of your ass. The more balloons that are tethered to your plug, the more it'll add to the erotica feeling in your back road highway."

"I want her on the box," the lady that was rubbing Gia with the toy said.

"She's yours to enjoy," Mrs. Rutherford said over Gia's shoulder. 

The stranger led Gia by the elbow to the box Mrs. Jung and Mrs. Koop had set up. She sat on one of the chairs in front of Gia.

Gia whine childishly as she noticed that her naked, bald pussy was exactly the same height as the woman's face in the chair. The woman had Gia spread her legs about shoulder width apart, just enough so Gia's cunt barely opened and her valley stayed narrow and tight. Leaving the toy on, she pushed it up Gia's throbbing pussy. She held it up Gia as she reached forward and with her thumb rubbed Gia's clit. Gia groaned loudly, her legs soon shaking.

The woman pumped the vibrator in and out of Gia's pink slit, rubbing her nub in a circular motion. Gia bucked on her feet. She vaguely realized some of the brunch crowd gathering around and some taking seats in the other chairs around the box she was standing on. In and out the humming plastic slid, exciting Gia to climax. She gave a little squeal of delight.

The guest praised Gia, "That's right, little cowgirl, cum for me." She worked the toy faster in and out. 

Gia's knees bent as she gyrated her butt around. She squealed again and sagged downward as she came all over the toy. The woman paused until Gia's orgasm passed and began to masturbate her again. Gia responded robustly, humping the toy in her cunt.  

"That's so good," the lady cried. "Ride that toy! Ride your pogo-pony."

Gia came again for the woman as her husband, holding a soft pink balloon, stepped up and cupped Gia's butt in his hand. He held Gia as his wife hand fucked her pussy. He laughed and patted Gia affectionately.

"I think she's enjoying her pony ride, honey," the man said. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ride it you little, whore."

Gia stood on shaky legs as the woman removed the vibrator from her wet pussy, replaced it back in the holster, and turned her around. As the next person, a man in his thirties, spread Gia's legs apart with his hands on the inside of her quivering thighs, leaned forward and began to snack on Gia's cowgirl cunt, she felt the woman that had just serviced her tie her balloon to the hoop jutting out of her butt. Gia listened as the two balloons bounced against each other.

The new male guest reached around and cupped Gia's bottom in his hands and pulled her closer to his lips and tongue. He sucked her swollen girlhood and she shared her sexy water. He groaned softly, holding Gia's sweet pussy in his mouth, and drank her gift. When he lowered his hands to just below Gia's butt cheeks and began to jiggle her mounds rapidly, Gia squirted on his tongue.

The crowd watched Gia's butt being juggled for their entertainment and enjoyed watching her being eaten from the front. Someone reached forward and lightly slapped Gia's bouncing right butt cheek.

"Cum in his mouth, whore," a woman's voice said.

Another slap.

Gia gasped and sank toward the flicking tongue exciting her.

"Keep those knees straight," a man warned. "We want to see your butt bounce."

Slap, slap harder this time. 

When Gia didn't straighten back up quick enough, the slaps became sharp and demanding. "Up! Up!" A man's voice said, accompanying the slaps.

Gia whined as she stood back up. The slaps, the sweet licking, the embarrassing jiggling all swirled in her mind and flustered her. Should she resist? Should she surrender? Oh, she loved it! She tugged against her handcuffs, trying to put her hands on her guest's shoulders. The metal held her arms together and behind her back, denying her. She came again.

The man sat up, wiping his mouth. "God, she's tasty! And wet! Holy fuck."

Gia stood panting, and watched as Mrs. Greene brought a bunch of balloons toward the group gathered around her. She watched the man choose a balloon (white) and someone in the crowd turned her around. Gia felt the man tie his balloon to her hooped butt plug. She was then pushed forward toward the next seated guest.

The new guest, an older gentleman, slid the penis shaped dildo out of Gia's holster and stood up. He held the tip to Gia's lips and ordered her, "Get busy." As Gia slid the plastic down her throat he added nastily, "Got to see how good you perform. See if you can suck a cock."

Gia swallowed and sucked and licked the substitute penis while all the men watched. Their eyes sparkled in the afternoon sunshine, realizing Gia could deep throat a man without further training. Satisfied, the man sat back down and began to fuck Gia's steamy pussy with the dildo. Men came up and began to knead Gia's tits. Soon her golden sheriff stars were snatched off and her pointy nipples were pinched and laved by many hands and mouths. The women also enjoyed fondling Gia's perfect, full titties. They sucked and slapped and groped Gia's boobies until she groaned and moaned, her distress music to the crowd.

Round and round Gia was turned on top of the box and guests ate her, finger fucked her pussy, or fucked her with her holstered sex toys. After the tenth balloon was tied to her butt plug, Mrs. Koop attached the hand pump to the valve on the plug and added a good amount of air. The tongue of one of the young women at the brunch was pleasuring Gia as Mrs. Koop worked. Her water was drenching the woman's chin and tongue. Her pussy was swollen and hot. Her clit was puffy and sensitive. The big, full filling she felt as the plug expanded in her tunnel added to her sweet torment. She instinctively pushed her butt out, arching her back, trying to escape the growing butt plug.

"Come back here you bitch," the woman dining on her said. She delivered a smart swat to Gia's backside. "I'm not done with you yet." Gia bucked forward and the woman collected her cunt back into her mouth. "Mmmm…" she moaned.

Gia had fifteen balloons floating above her head when she rejoined the brunch with Mrs. Rutherford guiding her. Her handcuffs were taken off and she was given a cocktail, and a chance to rest and let her body calm down. She couldn't relax. It was embarrassing to have the balloons tugging at her butt plug, keeping her semi-aroused. She couldn't relax with dozens of hands fondling her and petting her: her tits, her pussy, her ass were all up for grabbing and cupping and pinching. She couldn't relax being talked about as if she weren't there, being referred to as tasty, horny, slutty, and adorable in her cowgirl outfit. She couldn't relax knowing soon that she would be on the table with the A-frame a sling under her hips, holding her in place.

After her second cocktail, Mrs. R took Gia to the empty table and with Mrs. Greene assisting her, had Gia climb on top. They left her on all fours and adjusted the sling under her hips. Mrs. Rutherford raised the sling until Gia's knees were just off the table's surface.

"Bend your elbows, Gia," Mrs. R instructed. "That's better. Your ass is the correct height now. You know a few more balloons and your hoop will be pulled upward. We better get more air in your plug. Make sure it stays up your hot, virginal asshole."

"I'll do it," Mrs. Greene offered.

"Yes, that'll be fine."

Mrs. Greene went to get the hand pump, and then filled Gia's butt plug with more air.

"Your hole is so big," Mrs. Greene told Gia as she pulled apart the girl's ass and looked. "How does it feel?"

Gia knew better and answered Mrs. G, "Full. Please stop. I can't take it."

Mrs. Greene laughed gaily. "Oh, something much bigger is going to go up there before your week of service is over." She laughed again. "Oh, yes indeed! This is good training for your butt hole. A few more pumps and you'll be all set."

Once Mrs. Greene was done, Gia was left to the guests. A group of people gathered in a circle around her. Gia noticed, with a deep panic swelling in her, all the men's cock were poking out of their slacks and the women had strapped on their cocks; all were rock hard and anxious for action. Everyone was ready to be sucked and to fuck. Gia felt hands on her hips and as a real penis forced its way up her twat, another man stepped up to her head, took off her hat, and forced his cock down her throat.

Gia came on dozens of cocks, real and otherwise. She was manipulated in her sling on top of the table back and forth, pounded into a heap of dripping cowgirl. She was spanked until her ass was a hot, Texas red. She sucked and gagged on numerous poles, males or females it didn't matter, they pumped their tools passed her teeth and down her maw. The men squirted their jiz on her face, or on her ass and back, or deep into her pussy. Gia felt the hot thick slash of seed squirting onto her skin. Gia had her nipples pinched and her tits groped. And God! The worst thing of all, she felt balloons being tied to the butt plug hoop as she was rammed, slammed, and jammed by the eager crowd. When someone in the circle dropped out, another guest took his or her place, and Gia felt another balloon being added. There was a great cheer of accomplishment when the butt plug's sturdy hoop teetered upward and floated away from Gia's butt cheeks.

The crowd finished, Mrs. Rutherford took a hot wash cloth and wiped up Gia's gooey covered face and back, and Mrs. Koop wiped up her ass and gently douched her sore, used pussy. Both actions were done quickly and quietly much to Gia's relief. Cleaned, the ladies stood her up.

Gia was brought back to the party. She arched her back as she moved. The butt plug and the balloons felt so foreign! Despite the fact she had just had a hundred orgasms during her chain fucking, the constant tugging at her hole was so arousing. She was handed a cocktail and drank it gratefully.

"Time to get her dressed," Mrs. R said as Gia slurped down the last of her drink threw a straw.

"Huh?" Gia said.

Mrs. R stood in front of her and laced up her vest. Next, she took a small white loincloth and tied it around Gia's hips under the holster and chaps.

"You're partially covered. It's open back here, like a curtain, so your balloons can still fly, but there's enough material to basically cover your bottom. It's short though." She gave Gia's butt a pinch by her upper thigh. "Looks sexy."

"Are we ready to go to town?" Harlan asked, stepping up to Mrs. R and Gia.

Gia was suddenly embarrassed. Had she serviced Harlan? It had been hectic and busy on the tabletop. She couldn't be sure. Had he tied a balloon to her butt? Oh, God, she blushed profusely, she hoped not! She wasn't sure why. She had just been fucked by dozens of people, what did one man matter?

"Yes, we're ready."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready for the balloon releasing. We will meet at the Bellford in town," Harlan announced to the crowd.

"What?" Gia cried. "What's the Bellford?"

Harlan looked at her, a big smile slowly crossing his face. "Why it's a bar and restaurant in town," he said calmly.

Gia felt the color drain from her face. It that why she had been covered? She was going to town? 

"Now, now don't worry," Harlan said sincerely. "It is part of tradition. All the girls are taken to the Bellford for their balloon release. Don't look so panicked. A few drinks when you get there and you'll be just fine."

Gia was in a trance as Harlan took her hand and led her to Mrs. Rutherford's van, the same van she arrived in yesterday. The back doors stood open, and Reginald stood next to them. Gia saw the same harness she rode up in. She remembered the humiliation of having her naked butt visible to passing traffic. Her feet started to stumble but Harlan guided her. 

"Very good, Gia," Harlan said as he straightened up. He and Reginald had skillfully strapped her arms to the van floor the sling under her hips. "We'll just raise you up a bit so you're free to sway with the van. Your balloons can't float freely, but we'll leave the windows down so they can blow around, keeping you aware of your butt plug." Gia felt her hips rise away from the thin plastic mat she laid upon. "Your butt plug will need more air. Can't risk the plug being pulled out while you're in transit" Gia felt Harlan connecting the hand pump to the plug's valve. She groaned helplessly and kicked her feet futilely. "I'm afraid I'll be pumping you up this time and I'm not one to be easy. I'm going to really pump you up. I enjoy the watching the struggle as little girls learn how to be big girls. This might be uncomfortable for you because of your inexperience, but it's excellent training for your future use." 

Harlan sat beside Gia and pumped air into the plug. Gia felt it grow inside her. God, she hoped they let the air out before they removed it from her hole. It felt so huge! Harlan patted her bottom as he filled her and told her she was a good cowgirl. Gia just groaned and cried in silent humbleness as, true to his word, Harlan made the butt plug as big as he could. 

Finished he removed the pump. He spread Gia's butt just as Mrs. Greene had and examined his handy work. He could tell the plug was tight just inside her rectum. She was stretched all right. He knew it was uncomfortable, especially when she walked those balloons were really going to pull against her now, but he also knew it was good for her. She would be thankful for this little bit of training when her big day came. 

Doors closed, windows rolled down, and everyone buckled in, Mrs. Rutherford drove the gang to the quaint, small downtown area of the island. There were five bar/restaurants in the village with small homespun gift shops clustered between them. There were various other businesses and parks amongst the bars and shops. Gia saw none of these buildings or the neat streets. She lay in her sling in the back of the van, her butt full of balloons.




Giada DeLaurentiis



I am obsessed with Giada de Laurentiis, the Italian chef with the beautiful face and spectacular body whose TV cooking show featured her cleavage as much as her recipes. I watched every one of her TV cooking shows and those that I couldn't watch, I taped.I was entranced with her and I wanted to be with her just once, to see her naked body, her full, lush breasts and large nipples. Her trimmed pussy with long cunt lips that would open for my cock. To be inside her, moving faster and faster, with her breasts bouncing under my thrusts. To feel her vagina tighten on me as she came to orgasm. To feel the electricity as my cum spurted into her cunt.To lie on top of her, feeling her breasts against my chest, as we both came down from the intensity of the intercourse.

Yes, I had my obession, but I also had a plan.

Since I lived in Los Angeles, where I worked as a hospital orderly, and she lived in a beautiful hillside home overlooking the Pacific Ocean, she was accessible to me--to a point. Giada was a very public figure and much of the time she was surrounded by friends and co-workers. And when she was home, so was her husband Todd, and her house undoubtedly was fitted with the most modern security system. So getting to her directly was not an option. But I had a plan that I thought could work with minimal risk. That plan involved her husband. Todd was a fashion designer whose company was located in a downtown Los Angeles loft. Other than being Giada's husband, he wasn't really a public figure and because of that he took no visible, significant security measures concerning himself.

To verify what I thought was his accessibility, I began stalking him. Since I worked weekends at the hospital, I had two week days off, giving me time to check out his daytime patterns. As it turned out, Todd--like most of us--was pretty much a creature of habit. He came to work at about the same time each day, he followed the same route to work and home, and--best for me--he ate most of his lunches at restaurants near his building. That meant he walked to the restaurants, where he often met with others. His building was on a street that didn't have much foot traffic during the day--in Los Angeles we drive everywhere.

After a month of watching, I decided I was ready for action. At the hospital I had access to two drugs necessary for my plan. The first was a fast-acting sedative that, when injected, would make the recipient dizzy and then unconscious for a time. And a short time was all I needed.

I applied for my two week vacation and on that first Monday I drove my van to Todd's building and parked on the street just before noon. I slid open the side door and pretended to work with items on the back floor. I was in luck. In just a few minutes, Todd came out alone and walked toward me, on his way to a nearby restaurant. There was no one else on the street. With a syringe hidden in my right hand, I turned and pretended to stumble into him. He felt the sting of the needle sticking into his leg, but immediately, as I began to apologize for my falling into him, I saw his eyes begin to glass over. I helped him sit on the door of my van and then rolled him into the back of the van and slid the door shut.

An hour later, I was in my secluded house in the far western San Fernando Valley, where the still unconscious Todd (I didn't even know his last name) was strapped firmly into a chair. He was blindfolded and his arms were bare. 

Before I was physically with Giada, I wanted to know all about her sexual likes and dislikes. I didn't want to rape her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted her to feel so turned on by my lovemaking that she wouldn't feel afraid. I wanted her to join in the act. And for that, I needed information. And to get that, I was turning to my second drug--a "truth serum" that hopefully would make Todd tell me every single intimate detail about his wife and their love life..

When Todd started making noises like he was waking up, I injected him with the truth serum. I waited a few minutes, then began talking to him. "Todd, can you hear me?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm going to ask you questions and I want you to answer fully and completely. OK?"

"All right"--the answer came clearly, but somewhat sleepily.

"The questions are about Giada. When you answer I want you to say her name and the main word of my question. For example, if I say 'Describe Giada's breasts' you will answer "Giada's breasts are...and then complete the answer." Do you understand?"

There was silence and I feared the drug wasn't working, but then he began to talk in a low voice.

"Giada isn't a large woman, she's only 5 feet 3 inches tall, but her breasts are larger than normal for a woman that size. They are full and firm and white. They are even a little larger now than before she gave birth to our daughter and breastfed her." 

"Does Giada like to have her breasts fondled and if so, how do you do it?" I asked.

"She likes fondling a lot," he said. "On her cooking show she often wears tops that are scoop necked and when she bends over she shows a lot of cleavage. That turns a lot of men on. So when she cooks at home I'll come up behind her and do what every male viewer would like to do. I slide my hand inside her top and into her bra and cup her breast. I'll squeeze it and move my hand around and I hear her gasp and I can feel her nipple getting hard."

I stopped him with another question. " Let's talk about her nipples. How large is her areola, what color are her nipples, how fast can her nipples get hard and how long are they when they're erect?"

"Giada's areola are about silver dollar size and they have little bumps around them that swell when she gets excited. They are light brown and her nipples are pink. When she gets turned on they erect very quickly and swell to over half an inch," he said.

I continued, "Does she like having her nipples sucked and lightly bitten? Could she have an orgasm just with breast play?"

He thought a moment. "I think she likes having her breasts played with as much as she likes to fuck. And she once had an orgasm just from me playing with her tits and sucking her nipples"

As he talked I could feel my prick getting harder and harder as I thought about me being with Giada and sliding my hand into her brassiere and fondling her breasts and rolling her stiff nipples under my fingers. It was mind blowing.

I went on "How about her pussy? What does she call it?"

"She calls it 'my gatta.' That's Italian for a female cat."

"Does she have pussy hair and if so, what color is it? Is it shaved at all"

"Giada's pussy hair is brown and she trims it so it goes into a V pointing right to her cunt lips."

"How large are her cunt lips and what color are they?"

"Again, Giada's cunt lips are a little bigger than you might expect for a petite woman. Closed, they are her normal skin tone. When they're open, they're large and it's really pink inside---almost red. And her vagina itself opens up almost right away, waiting for a prick to slide in."

I had been stroking my cock while he talked and now I jacked faster and faster as he described her cunt, and I finally came, shooting into my handkerchief. He sat quietly as I dropped into a chair. I was spent, but I needed more information. "What kind of sexual positions does Giada especially like?"

"I think she likes doggy style best. But she's very sexual and likes almost any position."

"How often do you have sex?"

"Not especially often," he said. "Maybe only once a month or so."

That answer not only surprised me, it also made me mad. Here was a guy married to one of the most gorgeous women on television, and he was only having sex with her once a month. What a complete waste and what a complete jerk. But I probed a little deeper. "Why do you have sex so infrequently?"

He thought a few moments and then answered slowly, "I don't think Giada likes me especially."

That really surprised me, so I said "But on her cooking shows she talks about making special dishes for you, and you're seen walking hand-in-hand on the beach, and you just had a new baby, so why do you say she doesn't like you?"

He hesitated so long I was afraid that the "truth serum" I had given him was wearing off, so I prepared another syringe, swabbed his arm with alcohol and then gave him another shot. I waited a few minutes for it to take full effect, then asked again "Why do you think she doesn't like you?"

This time the answer came right away. "We had known each other a long time before we were married and then when we did get married and were living together, there were things about me she hadn't known and didn't especially like--especially my sexual likes. I like rough sex and she likes cuddling and gentle sex. She also didn't like my friends and I didn't like her new celebrity status. It was bad enough that she was from a famous family. We started growing apart and really we're only together now because of her image and her TV show and her cookbooks and her live appearances. We had a baby because she thought it might bring us closer together, but it hasn't helped."

I needed another couple of answers. "Does Giada give you head and does she like it? And do you eat her pussy and does she like it?

He didn't wait at all to answer "I've forced her to give me blowjobs and she doesn't like it at all, especially when I come in her mouth. And I have never eaten her pussy. I think that's unsanitary and smelly."

That was strike two and strike three for Todd, as far as I was concerned. It was almost time to move to the final part of my plan, but there were a couple of more questions.

"Todd, when you e-mail Giada, what do you call her and how do you sign the e-mail?"

"I just start my e-mails to her with the letter 'G' and I sign it 'T.'"

That was enough to let me move to the final step of my plan. After making a couple of necessary phone calls, I took Todd's phone and sent an e-mail to Giada's address which was stored in the memory. The message read: "G, I'm sorry and I want another chance. Trust me. Meet me tonight at 8 o'clock in room 22 of the Sea Cliff Motel. Only two rules: First, once you knock on the door, put on your sleep mask over your eyes. And second, no talking. No talking at all. Just follow my lead. Again, please trust me. "T"

I didn't have to wait long, for the answer came just minutes later: "Todd, One more chance. Sounds crazy, but I'll be there. Don't let me down. Giada."

I was excited. I could hardly wait for 8 o'clock. It was now about 4 o'clock and I had to make sure Todd was secure until later that night, and then I had to shower, shave, dress and get to the motel and the room I had rented--a ground floor room that faced the back of the motel and, at this time of year, was bound to have few guests around to see anything. By 7 o'clock I was in the motel room, totally excited about what was ahead. Had Todd's absence been noted and reported? Had Giada been alerted? Were police going to be knocking on the door, or would it be Giada, and if it was Giada, would she follow the instructions? The time went by as slowly as I could ever remember, but right at 8 o'clock there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole. Not only was it Giada standing there, she also was putting on a sleep mask that covered her eyes. She was following "Todd's" instructions. I opened the door.

I reached out and took her hand. It was soft and warm. I was in heaven. Since I knew Todd was not a gentle person, and that Giada disliked that completely, I was determined to be as gentle as I could be. I led her into the room and sat her on the bed. I sat next to her. She was dressed simply, a full skirt and a thin sweater that emphasized her breasts. I put my finger across her lips to reemphasize that there should be no talking. Then I bent down and kissed her lips. They were everything I had dreamed of. I placed a dozen kisses on her lips, just once flicking my tongue across them, but making no attempt to get her to open her lips--for now. Then I began kissing her cheeks, her chin and then her ears, where I did thrust my tongue inside and was rewarded with a soft groan from Giada.

I moved behind her on the bed and continued kissing her, including her neck and her exposed upper chest. After a minute or so I stopped and, still behind her, moved my arms around her and cupped both her breasts. Her body tensed, but she said nothing and did nothing to stop me. I moved my hands up and held both her full breasts in my hands. I could feel her bra under her sweater and I thought I could just feel a bump of her nipple. 

Getting bolder, I slid my right hand under her sweater until I could feel the top of her bra. Not stopping, I moved my hand into her bra cup and now was holding her warm breast in my hand. Wanting to be everything that Todd was not, I didn't start squeezing or manipulating her tit, but just held it gently. I felt my penis begin to erect and I felt her nipple starting to grow

With that, I slid my left hand into her other bra cup until both her full breasts were captured. There was another small groan from Giada and I took that as a sign to continue. Now I moved my hands gently over and under both breasts and then up to where I captured both her large nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed them gently and could feel bumps erecting on the areola around her nipples. I moved my hands out from her sweater, then reached down and moved it up over her head, being careful not to dislodge her sleep mask.

She moved her arms up to help me. That excited me even more and I could feel my prick as hard as it had ever been. I looked at her sitting there in just her pink, frilly bra and I couldn't wait to continue. But before I unclasped her bra, I gently stroked her arms and her back for a couple of minutes. I wanted her to love the foreplay and I wanted her to know that it didn't have to be rough.

Now I reached down and unhooked her bra. I slid the straps down her arms and tugged the bra cups away from her tits. She sat quietly as I marveled at the sight. Her breasts were large, but they didn't sag much at all, but pointed straight out. Her nipples were spectacular. As Todd had told me, her areola were light brown and her nipples--which now stood out at least half-an-inch long--were pink. I began fondling her breasts and gently flicking her nipples, then lightly squeezing them. I felt them grow even harder and longer. 

I couldn't wait any longer, and bent down and took her right nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked on the nipple and then moved to her left breast and began sucking that nipple, too. Her nipples were hard and spongy all at the same time. My tongue lashed them; my lips sucked them. I bit them, but gently. Giada's head arched back but she still didn't utter a word. For the next five minutes I paid full attention to her beautiful breasts and nipples, until Giada's body stiffened and then shook. She had had an orgasm.

I gently laid her back on the bed and began stripping off her skirt. Once again she helped me, by picking up her hips to allow the dress to be pulled off her legs. She now wore only a white thong that hinted at her prominent pubic mound under the cloth. I slid that down, too, and now she was fully naked. 

Her trimmed, brown pubic hair pointed down to her cunt lips. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair and over her cunt lips. They were long and closed, but as I began stroking them they started opening and getting fuller. Inside her cunt lips it was bright red. Her clitoris was beginning to enlarge and poke out from its sheath. 

Her vagina opened as if it was beckoning my penis. I bent down and licked slowly from the bottom of her cunt to her clitoris. Giada, apparently taken completely by surprise, gasped and appeared to start to say something, but once again I reached up and put my finger across her lips.

I began kissing her legs and the smooth, silky inside of her thighs, moving ever closer to her pubic mound. I put my fingers into her pubic hair and pulled on it gently. I became even more aroused as my tugging on her pubic hair opened and closed her cunt lips and opened her vagina even more fully. Then I kissed directly on her cunt and then continued licking inside her labia. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it as deep as it would go into her vagina. Giada's body began shaking. I tongue fucked her for a short time, feeling her vagina tightening on my tongue as if calling to my penis. I continued pushing my tongue deep into her body and then moved my attention to her clitoris. It now was fully extended and I was able to lick it and suck on it and bite it, but gently. As I did this, a second orgasm went through Giada's body and I could feel it in her cunt as her body stiffened and shook.

At this point I, too, was completely naked, having shed my clothes during our lovemaking, which by this time was over half-an-hour long. My penis was rock hard. I moved up on the bed, between Giada's legs and positioned myself at the entrance to her vagina. I rubbed my penis up and down her cunt lips, including over her clitoris again, and then slowly began entering Giada. 

Her vaginal walls were almost hot as they closed around my penis. I kept moving deeper inside her until my penis was buried fully inside her and I could feel our pubic hair combining. Then I stopped and raised up so I could look down on the wonderful body underneath me. I had to remind myself that I was fucking Giada de Laurentiis, who I had often jacked off to as I watched her move on TV, tantalizing me and hundreds or thousands of other men as she bent over to put something in the oven and the camera focused on her cleavage and the hint of the spectacular breasts inside the sweater or blouse. 

Once it had appeared that a nipple had inadvertently popped up above her blouse and the picture of this on the internet gave men across the country instant hard-ons. Now I was not only looking at those naked breasts and her erect, pink nipples, I also was buried deep inside her body.

I stayed that way--just looking--until Giada started moving underneath me. She started the small back and forth movements of intercourse. I began matching her movements, sliding my cock almost out of her vagina and then slowly thrusting back, deep inside her. Both our moves became more and more intense until we were fucking fast and furiously. Gasps were coming from Giada and she threw her head back as my penis pounded into her. 

Suddenly I felt the first tingles of my approaching orgasm and I knew I couldn't last much longer, but I wanted to cum with the beauty beneath me. But then I felt Giada's body start to stiffen and I knew that she, too, was ready to climax. I fucked into her hard and fast and my cock started tingling. Both of us groaned. Giada's body jerked and spasmed with her orgasm. Shocks went through me as my penis began spurting my cum deep into her body. I was so turned on I jolted out five or six heavy spurts of cum, more than I had ever come before. 

Although all the energy had drained out of me with my climax, I lowered myself gently onto Giada's body, with my penis still inside her vagina. I felt her breasts pressing into my bare chest, her nipples still hard. Her head had dropped over to the side and she appeared exhausted, too.

Finally she turned her face toward me, reached up with both hands and held my face, the sleep mask still over her eyes. Then she spoke the first words since she had appeared. "My gatta is still sending electric shocks through me," Giada said. "That was the best sex I have ever had." She paused and then added, "Whoever you are."

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Giada Gets Even



Thank you so much to Bamphire, who helped me edit this story.

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Giada was in a long distance relationship with her boyfriend Jamal that like most had been anything but easy. When she had started dating him, their senior year of high school, she hid it from her parents. Her strict Italian family did not want her dating a black man. They had found out about him when she was at college, and although it was still a struggle at times, Giada felt after almost a year since then, her parents were finally beginning to warm up to her boyfriend. 

Jamal and Giada were both finishing their first year of college now, but they were thousands of miles apart at opposite ends of the state. To teenagers that was like different planets. Although they called each other nearly every day, they seemed to fight a lot. 

When spring break came along Giada and Jamal flew back to their hometown and visited their parents the first day. Giada had planned a trip to Vegas, so they could spend quality time together for the rest of the week. Giada's parents made comments about not getting married or she should never come back home. She only shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Jamal arrived at Giada's at seven in the morning to pick her up. He texted her that he was outside and a few minutes later Giada came out the door wearing hip-hugging jeans and a low cut blouse that showed the cleavage of her ample breasts. She dressed to impress, not wanting the girls in Vegas to draw too much of Jamal's interest. She was used to a lot of attention from men, but she was fiercely loyal to Jamal, even when some guys didn't care that she had a boyfriend. 

She carried a small bag and her purse to the car and got into the passenger seat. They were only on the road for a half hour when she had fallen asleep, because she wasn't used to being up so early. She slept for about an hour and woke up to a phone ringing. Jamal quickly clicked off his phone and shoved it into the cup holder.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"Uh, just one of my friends"

"Who?" she questioned again, with a hint of jealousy.

"Someone from college. My partner in Chem lab," he replied in an offhand manner.

Giada wondered if it was a girl. Jamal had cheated on her a couple of months ago, but she was trying to forgive him and move on. She wasn't able to go back to sleep. Jamal pulled off the freeway off-ramp to a gas station. While Jamal went inside to get something to drink, Giada glanced at the phone that remained in the cup holder and picked it up. She clicked it on and started looking through the recent calls. The missed call was from "Jenna." She saw quite a few calls from that number. Giada pressed the "call back" button and after ringing once, a woman answered the phone.

"Oh baby, I miss you already," the woman on the phone said.Giada grimaced in anger, but remained quiet. She put her ear next to the phone to listen.

"I can't wait for you get back," the woman on the line continued. "My roommate is going to visit her parents next week, so you can sleep over." Giada hung up the phone.

"That bastard," she swore aloud, returning the phone to the cupholder. She waited impatiently for her boyfriend to come back. He walked towards the car and gestured for Giada to open the gas port. Giada clicked the button and Jamal began to pump the gas. He smiled at her and she gave a big fake smile back. After they were finished at the gas station, they pulled back onto the freeway. Jamal sipped on the soda he had bought at the mini-mart.

"Do you want any?" he asked.

"Are you cheating on me?" she asked, crossing her hands under her breasts.

Jamal, taken by surprise, spit the soda out onto the dash.

"No. Why are you accusing me?" he asked.

"Who is Jenna?"

"No one, just... some girl," he said. "I told you she's my Chem lab partner."

"I saw your missed call and redialed her number. She said she couldn't wait for you to sleep over," she said with a snarl.

"Come on baby," Jamal said. "Nothing happened."

"Damnit Jamal, you said you were gonna change!"

"I'm sorry baby, I swear it will never happen again," he promised.

"I'm tired of you making promises to me. Stop the car."

"Just calm down baby."

"Stop the car!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Ok, ok," he said pulling to a stop. She opened the door and got her stuff from the back seat before getting out of the car.

"I never want to see you again you bastard. Get out of here," she said, and slammed the door.

Jamal rolled down the passenger window. "Baby we aren't even to Vegas yet, at least—"

"Stop calling me baby and get the fuck out of here you two-timer!"

"Ok, if that's the way you want it," he replied. 

He accelerated, the tires screeching as he sped away. She stood by the road, very angry. She shook her head, and started walking down the freeway with her bags, swearing.

It was no longer than 10 minutes or so when a Honda Odyssey honked once as it passed her and pulled over on the shoulder. The door on the side opened and a tall college kid stepped out. 

"Need a ride?" he asked with a grin. He was wearing some baggy jeans and a sleeveless shirt that revealed his muscular arms. His chestnut-colored hair was buzzed short and brown eyes seemed friendly.

"No that's ok," she said.

"Are you sure? Are you walking all the way to Vegas?" he asked.

"Well ... no, I guess not," she said approaching the van. "Thanks," she said with a nod. She was still a bit mad from the encounter with her boyfriend.

"I'll help you with that," he said.

"Ok." She handed the bag to him and looked into the van. There were three other guys in the vehicle. They all looked pretty cute and athletic, almost like a clothing store advertisement. "You said you're going to Vegas?" she asked dubiously.

"Oh yeah Vegas baby!" The exclamation came from a young man with light brown hair and pale skin sitting in the back.

"Kyle's a big gambler," said the guy next to her. "Hop in and we can get going. It's fucking hell out here," he said mopping the sweat from his brow.

Giada gave one last look to the hot desert outside, and then she entered, sitting next to Kyle.

"Let me squeeze in here," the guy who had first greeted her said as he sat next to Giada and closed the van door as she slide over a bit closer to Kyle. The two guys that flanked her were very hot, she thought to herself. Giada started thinking about how Jamal had hurt her. If he cheated on her then maybe...

The driver started getting back on the freeway.

"How long were you walking?" said the young-man with muscular arms.

"Only a few minutes," Giada confessed.

"Damn, we got lucky," Kyle said.

"Really? Don't you mean I got lucky?" Giada smiled, a bit put off.

"I just meant..." he struggled for words.

"Eh ... shut up Kyle," the driver said. "Hey girl what's your name," he asked turning his head. Although the driver was black, his eyes were hazel colored with long thick eyelashes. Giada stared into his beautiful eyes.

"Giada," she said coyly. "Are you guys models or somethig?" she asked.

"No," he chuckled his reply, "just dumb jocks in college." 

"Giada, that's a pretty name," the guy next to her said. "I'm Marlon," he said holding out his hand.

"Hi Marlon," she smiled, as he took her small hand in his, giving her a gentle yet strong handshake.

"I'm Tyrone," the driver said, "and this fool," he said putting his hand on the head of the guy in the passenger seat, "is Chris." Chris batted his hand off.

"Cut it out man," he said.

Tyrone was very muscular with caramel-colored skin, a wide chest, and a general V-shape to his torso while Chris had much darker skin and was of medium built.

"Kyle and I were on the same football team in high school," Marlon said.

"I was the one that got blamed for not catching his shit-ass throws," Kyle joked.

"Whatever bro," Marlon retorted. "Chris's on the UCO team with Tyrone and I," Marlon explained.

"Ok," Giada nodded. "So you guys decided to go to Vegas for spring break?" Giada asked tentatively.

"Hell yeah," Kyle said.

"That's cool," Giada said.

"So are you hitching all the way to Vegas?" Marlon asked. "Isn't that kinda dangerous. I mean especially for..."

"A girl?" Giada completed his question.

"Yeah," Marlon laughed.

"I bet she knows karate or something," Tyrone chuckled.

Giada giggled. "No," she smiled momentarily, then her face went straight. "I just broke up with my boyfriend, about a mile back," she said.

"Shit," Kyle said.

"Fuck that's harsh," Tyrone swore.

"He was fucking cheating on me," she said. "That was the second time, too!"

"No shit?" Marlon said. "What an idiot."

"Yeah," Kyle agreed.

"He's gotta be a moron to give all of that up," Marlon said, looking Giada up and down while he bit his lower lip.

Giada got red.

"Stop," she smiled.

"Word," Tyrone said.

"That's kinda sweet I guess," she said.

"It's just the truth," Marlon said. "Doesn't he know there are like a million other guys that would want to take his place the second he screwed up?"

"I guess not," she said. "I should have broken up with him the first time he cheated!"

"Yeah," Marlon said. "I'll be happy to help you show him a lesson," he said with an absolutely straight face.

"Hmm," she said looking down a bit at Marlon's pants. He looked like he had a long lump in his baggy jeans.

"Maybe I should get back at him," Giada said with a giggle.

"You should babe," Marlon said. "You really should," he said putting his hand behind her head and looking in her eyes.

Their lips pressed together in an intense amorous kiss. She pulled back suddenly when realized she was kissing someone she hardly knew. 

"Damn that cheating bastard," she said.

"Doesn't revenge taste sweet?" Marlon smiled. Giada laughed softly.

"How about you share the love?" Marlon asked. "I mean he cheated on you twice right?"

"Uh," Giada laughed nervously.

"Hey Kyle, don't be shy," Marlon said, gesturing to Giada.

"Whoa you serious man?"

"I don't know," she said. "I don't want to be a sl-"

"Just relax babe," Marlon said, putting his finger to her lip and kissing behind her neck. Then he turned her towards Kyle, who put his hand on her leg. 

She kissed Kyle on the lips softly. "I've never done anything like this before," Giada confessed to Marlon with a giggle.

"Don't worry babe, just take it slow," he said. She kissed Kyle again, his thin lips pressing against hers. Then Brad turned her and kissed her lips again, his tongue entering her mouth. He was an even better kisser than her boyfriend Jamal.

Marlon pulled up Giada's blouse, revealing her naked breasts. She covered her boobs and pushed Marlon's hand away

"Stop," she said, her face getting red.

"Damn those are like double Ds huh?" Kyle said cupping her breasts from behind.

"Hey," she said.

"Come on, let me taste those tits," Marlon said, lowering his head toward her big globes. Marlon moved her hand and gently sucked on a nipple, while Kyle kissed her on the lips again to muffle any more discouraging remarks.

"Oh god I can't believe I'm doing this," she said quietly. Her pussy began to feel warm and her face still felt flush.

"Hey Marlon, you know how to flatten those seats?" Tyrone asked.

"Yeah," Marlon said between her tit-flesh.

"Put 'em down, I wanna come back there in a minute."

Kyle and Marlon put down the seats and they spread a blanket from the back out over the flattened seats so it would be a little more comfortable. Marlon took off his shirt and threw it into the back corner of the van.

"Nice," Giada said, rubbing her hands across Marlon's wide chest and down his perfect chiseled abs.

"That's more like it," Tyrone said, looking back at Giada's topless form and the blanket laid out. 

"Take the wheel man," Tyrone told Chris.

"What? No, man I wanna—" 

"Nigga, you better take that wheel," Tyrone said.

"Why don't we just stop so we can all fuck her?" Chris asked. 

"If we stop now we'll hit rush hour traffic. And besides, there ain't room for all of us back there," Tyrone explained. 

"Fuck man," Chris conceded. They transferred the driving, Chris touching the pedal while Tyrone got out of the seat.

"Don't worry I'll try and finish quick," Tyrone said.

"Yeah right," Chris said with a sigh.

Kyle pulled off his shirt revealing his trim but muscular body. Giada unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees along with his briefs. His cock popped out about seven inches.

"So much for going slow," Giada smiled. "It's nice," she said grabbing his dick. "Just the right size."

"If you like that one, you're gonna love what I have for you," Tyrone laughed.

"Shit are all you guys hung?"

Marlon smiled coyly.

"Time to get this party started," Tyrone said, pulling down his shorts to show his thick cock. It didn't look too long, but it looked thicker than her wrist.

"Whoa," she said. 

"Damn," Kyle said with shock.

"You like big cock?" Marlon whispered to her as he kissed her neck. 

Giada turned toward Marlon. "You next," she said, biting her lower lip as she yanked his pants down. "Oh my God." He had to be nearly nine inches, and soft she thought. "Oh fuck." She began stroking his cock.

"Hey Marlon, let's do the chicken meat test," Tyrone said with a smile.

"Ok," Marlon nodded.

"Huh?" she asked. 

"Lay down," Marlon said, pushing her to the floor. His cock was now fully hard and huge! They held their cocks over her face as she lay there.

"So what do you want bitch?" Tyrone said.

"Light meat or dark meat?" Marlon asked.

"Oh God," she said. "Oh my God, you guys are all so big!" Marlon was definitely the longest. His dick was nice and thick, much bigger than her boyfriends. It looked like it could have been almost a foot long and about as thick as her wrist. Tyrone's dark meat was so thick, the girth was definitely wider than Marlon, but he wasn't as long. He was probably about as long as her boyfriend, 7 inches or so. But the thickness scared her, she didn't even know if it could fit. She made her choice by grabbing Marlon's beautiful cock and started sucking on it.

"Guess she likes light meat," he said with a laugh. "Lie back," he said, getting up on top of her, while he shoved his dick into her mouth. She held her hands on his sides, pushing when he went too deep.

Tyrone undid the button on her jeans, unzipped her pants and peeled them off her trim legs. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Nice," Kyle said as Tyrone spread her smooth legs.

"Damn, you're wet already girl," Tyrone smiled. She blushed; he was right, all of the kissing had made her moist between the legs. She felt like there was a yearning there and it needed to be satisfied soon. She had a small triangle of dark brown hair at the top of her blushing pink pussy lips. Her sweet pussy juice began to drip from her moist slit.

"The curtains don't match the drapes," Kyle said pointing to her brown pubes. Kyle straddled her chest and put his cock in between her tits while Tyrone went to work on her pussy with his mouth and tongue. Soon she started to ooze white juice. She moaned, pulling Marlon's cock out.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she announced.

"Tyrone stop making her feel so good, she's gotta suck on my cock," he laughed.

"Can't stop, this pussy tastes like peaches and cream," Tyrone said.

"Oh yeah," Giada moaned.

A ringing suddenly interrupted the action. 

"Oh... that's my phone," Giada said, taking Marlon's member from her mouth.

Marlon stuck his dick back into Giada's mouth while he rooted through her purse for the phone.

"Jamal?" he said holding the phone up.

"It's my boyfriend," she said dryly, pulling Marlon's cock out of her mouth again.

"Let's just ignore it babe," Marlon said.

Giada considered it for a moment. Then she took the phone from Marlon's hands and opened it up.

"Hey Jamal, can you guess what I'm doing right now?"

"Baby let me pick you up ok?" Jamal said from the phone.

"I found a cock bigger than yours," she said proudly.

"Oh shit," Tyrone laughed.

"What?" Jamal replied in anger.

"I'm sucking a big white cock, so you can go fuck yourself," she proudly yelled into the receiver.

"Yeah right," he replied.

"Put it on speaker," Marlon said.

"Uh, ... ok," she said tapping the button.

"Hey dumb shit, want to hear your girlfriend sucking a big white dick?" Marlon said.

"Who the fuck is this!?" Jamal yelled.

Then Marlon pushed his cock deep into her mouth, and held the phone next to her. Giada choked when he went too far and coughed. Marlon put the phone up to his ear and laughed.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you," Jamal said.

"Well you better be ready for more," Tyrone said.

"You're fucking another guy too?" Jamal balked.

"And I got my dick between her tits," Kyle said with a smile.

"You slut," Jamal said with a tone of defeat.

"You're the fuckin' cheater, bastard," Giada said, and was going to hang up the phone, but Marlon took it and set it near the action. 

"We'll let you listen in on what you're missing," Marlon said.

"Hey can I have some of that mouth?" Kyle asked Marlon.

"Hmmm, yeah just a sec," Marlon replied. He got up and Giada leaned forward, grabbing his cock. "What's up babe you still want to suck my dick?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "I wanna fuck you." 

"Lucky," Kyle smiled.

"You fuckin' bitch," Jamal said on the phone. Tyrone laughed.

"Ok," Marlon said, lying down as Giada got on top of him. She flipped her blond hair to the side and grabbed his cock. She kissed it once and then moved it to the lips of her pussy and gently began sitting on it. 

"Ooo," she nearly screamed as her pussy struggled to absorb his enormous cock. "Your dick is so big!"

"Damn," Marlon exclaimed. "Get it in there," he said. And then it seemed as if her pussy relented and she sank down on top of it. The feeling of his huge cock was amazing. She felt completely full with his hot throbbing member.

"Uh, wow" she said as she looked down. She was careful not to go too far, and she could see an inch or two remaining outside. Then she lifted her hips, squeezing the shaft of his cock with her tight pussy. Its length was amazing she thought, as she rose up his cock, the girth spreading her open.

Tyrone and Kyle stood behind her, stroking their rods. Her beautiful round ass rose and fell over Marlon's cock as she fucked him.

"Hey man you should fuck her ass," Tyrone said to Kyle.

"Huh?" Giada said dubiously.

"Yeah," Kyle smiled. "Damn that's such a big ass."

"What?" Giada said looking behind.

"He said you got a nice ass," Marlon said. 

"Hey Marlon, spread her cheeks for Kyle," Tyrone suggested.

Marlon grabbed her soft ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

"I don't know if-" Giada said.

"Just relax girl while Kyle gets in that backdoor," Tyrone smiled.

"Uh, wait..." she started. 

Kyle spit on his cock and got behind Giada as Marlon held her still. Kyle started to put his member inside her ass.

"Oh shit, I don't think..."

"Its ok babe, just relax," Marlon said.

"Uh, it's going..." Kyle said as it slipped in deeper. "Fuck that's tight," he said.

"Ow," Giada screamed followed closely by an, "ahhh..."

"Go slow Kyle," Marlon instructed.

Kyle got a gentle rhythm down until he was getting most of his meat inside her ass.

"Ugh," Kyle moaned as the last of his cock slipped into her ass and his balls rested against her butt. Then he started to pull it out again. Giada stayed still, only moaning and holding on to Marlon tightly as they fucked her. 

Tyrone lifted her head and pressed his cock to her lips. His dick was huge, not because it was long, but because it was so thick. Fully hard it was thicker than she had ever seen.




Giada Gets Even



"It's too big," she said.

"There are some days I get tired of hearing that," Tyrone sighed. Because she was unable to fit it into her mouth, she sucked on the tip and licked his low hanging balls.

Marlon pressed his cock against her back wall.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck," she yelled. Then suddenly she started to gyrate. "Yeah, yeahhh," she screamed.

"Fuck, this bitch is nice," Marlon said.

"Oh my god you made me cum already," she exclaimed.

"You're doing God's work on that pussy," Tyrone said. "Let me have some now."

"Uh yeah," Marlon said. "Let me get up Kyle," he said, pulling out his cock from her pussy.

"Oh shit, just a sec. Fuck, I'm almost there," Kyle replied.

Marlon pried Giada's pussy open again with his cock and continued to fuck her.

"Oh shit," she moaned.

"Oh I'm gonna cum, fuck," Kyle yelled as he pulled out his cock.

"Make her swallow it," Tyrone said pulling up on her head.

Kyle moved around to Giada's front and slid his cunt-soaked dick inside her waiting, mouth.

"Oh yeah bitch," he said, pumping his cock as thick cum sprayed down her throat. Cum dribbled down the sides of her face as his load overflowed. She pressed her tongue between her lips. She hated swallowing Jamal's funny tasting cum, which gave her even more reason to take all of what these studs could give her.

"Shit, she swallows?" Chris said, looking at the rearview mirror from the front. "Come on Kyle finish up so I can get in there."

Kyle sat down, panting.

Tyrone pressed his knee against Marlon's shoulder. "Get off bro, it's my turn."

"Uh ok," he moaned. He pulled out his dick and got behind Giada. Tyrone lay down on the floor and Giada straddled him. Then she tried to stuff his thick pole inside. It was like trying to fit a coke can in her pussy.

"Shit it's too big," Giada said.

"Just relax," Tyrone said soothingly. Then he suddenly grabbed her ass and pulled her down. Her pussy spread wider than she ever imagined it would as it engulfed the thickest cock she'd ever seen, let alone imagined fucking. This, she thought, was what giving birth would feel like in reverse.

"Owwww... oww," she howled.

"See there it goes," he smiled.

"Oh fuck. Damn you're too big," she moaned. "Ooow."

"It would have hurt a lot more if Marlon hadn't opened you up first," Tyrone said.

"Let me at this ass," Marlon said. 

"Nice and slow girl," Tyrone suggested. He held her still by holding on fast to her ass, and pulling her butt cheeks apart. Marlon pushed the big tip of his cock to her asshole.

"Uh!" Giada moaned.

Marlon pushed his dick forward, and her ass opened up. "Damn this fat ass is nice," he said clenching his teeth.

Kyle put on his pants and then switched places with Chris. "Gotta make up for lost time," Chris said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dark cock. It was already hard, almost eight inches long. "Get to sucking," he said putting it in her face. Giada grabbed it, engulfing the tip with her mouth and nearly deep throating the whole piece of meat.

"Shit girl," Tyrone swore. "Better slow down or you're gonna choke," he laughed.

Marlon pressed his cock deeper.

"Ahhh, ow!" Giada yelled.

"Sorry babe," he said, "but I got to get in this fine ass."

"No, no you big dicked bastard," she said, holding Chris's cock as Marlon pressed deeper into her asshole with his thick meat.

Marlon kissed her cheek and pressed in again, burying his huge cock into her big butt.

"Ow. Oh fuck, no more," she said.

"Damn your ass is good," Marlon whispered in her ear. He pounded away at her ass.

"Ohh.. oh yeah," Tyrone said thrusting hard.

"Oh my god, oh shit not so hard," she complained.

"Hold on babe," Marlon said.

"God damn this pussy's good," Tyrone said. 

"Oww, oh God," Giada screamed, both as both her ass and pussy were stretched.

Chris shoved his dick into her mouth and held on to her hair, pulling her back and forth over his slobbery dick.

Tyrone felt something deep in his balls starting to stir. Giada felt the two men inside of her thrust back and forth driving her crazy. Her pussy began to contract hard, causing Tyrone to quickly pry out his dick. They rolled onto their sides and Tyrone placed his monster near her mouth and came, mostly on her face. Giada rubbed it off and wiped it onto the floor.

"Ah fuck bitch don't get it on the carpet," Tyrone sighed.

"Sorry," she sighed.

Tyrone backed away and Chris took this time to mount Giada while Marlon continued to fuck her ass from beneath.

"Fuck you're hot," Chris said kissing Giada's chest. Chris didn't last long before he was coming too. He barely was able to pull out as he sprayed his wad all over her belly.

Marlon spooned Giada, fucking her ass. She didn't think it was possible, but she began to have an orgasm from Marlon pressing deep into her butt. Her face and neck felt so warm and flush as he thrust, that her entire body shuddered as she came. The orgasm echoed over her body for nearly two minutes as she squealed.

"Oh yeah, here it comes," Marlon said, pulling his dick out and turning her around. He shot big loads of cum into her waiting mouth, the first hitting it like a marksman and the rest he pumped inside of her like he was trying to empty his balls. Sliding down her throat, she swallowed it all.

"Mmmm," she said, tasting the last of his slightly sweet cum in her mouth before she swallowed it too. She was amazed at how much he had generated. Then she looked outside through the tinted windows. "Oh my god, we're in Vegas already," she said, covering her breasts as she looked at the Vegas strip and all the traffic in the late evening of South Vegas. 

"Time flies," Marlon smiled, kissing her neck. She giggled. "Did you think you could take that much dick?" he whispered into her ear.

"No way," she said. Tyrone sat on the other side of Giada putting his hand on her knee. Chris was laying against the wall of the car, breathing heavily.

"Now you know," Marlon said. 

"You guys have a place to stay?" she asked, reaching for her shirt.

"Not really," Tyrone admitted, getting dressed as well.

"I booked a suite for my boyfriend and I at the Luxor, but I... I guess you guys could hang out with me if you want?" she said, realizing after she said it that she might be in for more than she would be able to handle again.

"A suite?" Kyle, still driving, said incredulously.

"Sounds like a plan," Tyrone smiled.

"Oh yeah," Chris agreed, slipping on his pants. Marlon had already gotten half dressed.

"Ok," she smiled.

"We don't have much to offer for payment though," Marlon said, "Except all the dick you can eat."

Giada laughed softly and the guys chuckled.

"You got yourself a deal," she said seriously.

"Will you give each a kiss to accept the dick buffet deal?" Marlon asked.

"Sure," she said.

Marlon pulled out his cock and the other guys did the same. Giada giggled, and then gave each dick a kiss on the tip. She even crawled up to the passenger seat and pulled out Kyle's cock for a smooch.