Sandras Fantasy

Sandra's Fantasy - Chapter 08 By Sandra and Tappy McWidestance Editing and Continuity by Lisa Jones

*** Sandra's POV ***

I was looking forward to tonight with great anticipation. Each of the last two Fridays my young mistress had taken me to sexual heights I'd never known before and I expected no less for tonight. It was already late in the afternoon and I had not heard from her yet to instruct me what to wear or how to prepare. My anticipation was starting to turn to nervousness but thankfully I received an email which put my uneasiness to rest.

"Good afternoon slave," the email began. "We're going out on the town tonight. I want you to dress elegantly. Wear your finest dress, stockings and heels. Lacy lingerie, not too much make-up and just a hint of perfume are appropriate. Make me proud to be seen with you. I will pick you up at 10pm."

As I read the email I wondered where she planned to take me. The last time I dressed up I ended up encased in liquid latex at Erin and Liz's hotel. Not that I would complain if we did that again, but I really was hoping for something different this week. I began to think through my wardrobe to decide what to wear.

*** Rose's POV ***

Jeannie had told me we were going out tonight and that I should expect another fun filled evening. Two nights ago we had gone to a lesbian club. I got rip roaring drunk and ended up humiliating myself by doing a striptease on a table for the patrons. I also put on a masturbation show for them and allowed myself to be fingered shamelessly on the dance floor. I didn't remember most of it, thankfully, due to the alcohol, but unfortunately Jeannie had thoughtfully made a video of me with her cell phone. I must have watched the video 20 times in the past two days. I had to admit the humiliation and shame I felt was also mixed with more than a little bit of arousal. After all, being able to act this way was a big part of why I was driven by the need to submit to someone. Last Friday when I first tried to seduce Jeannie into being my mistress I had secretly hoped for someone who would order me into exactly this kind of wild sexual situation. Now that it had happened, who was I to complain? I wished it had happened in private instead of in a club, but I'd never cum so many times in one night so obviously subconsciously I loved it.

Jeannie arrived at my apartment carrying a weekend bag. She had brought clothes for me. She was dressed very smartly. She was outfitted in fairly typical club clothes for her, but a little less revealing and flashy than normal. Perhaps we were going a little more upscale than usual. She was smiling a knowing smile like she had a nasty plan for me. I was excited to see that look. Last weekend I'd worried that when she didn't think our encounters through well enough and have a good plan, our rendezvous were less pleasing. That is how I felt last Saturday and Sunday went. Last Wednesday when she had a plan was amazing. From the look on her face I could tell she definitely had a strategy for tonight.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Mistress Nicole's instructions for how I should dress were easy enough to carry out. I chose a blue floor length dress. It was very formal. I had recently worn it to a wedding. There was a light blue speckle pattern and it really highlighted my blue eyes. The dress was designed to be worn off the shoulder and had a deep V neck line. Wearing a bra was not an option as clearly evidenced by my expansive cleavage on display. I also wore dangling pearl earings.

Of course I wore stockings as commanded. Nicole had not specified whether stay ups were allowed, but I opted for a garter belt anyway. I always felt sexier wearing a garter belt and that was what tonight was all about. The stockings wouldn't really show because my dress was so long, but I would feel them and know what was hiding for Nicole's discovery. I chose nude colored stockings. I thought black stockings would look weird if Nicole had me pull up my dress. Finally I chose a simple cotton panty. I knew I would be wet in anticipation by the time Nicole arrived and I needed something absorbent. Otherwise I would have chosen a thong or even a g-string.

I then did my make-up. I went very simple and understated with just a hint of eye shadow to match the blue dress and set off my eyes with lipstick just red enough but not so bright as to draw undo attention.

Looking at myself in the mirror I was sure I'd meet my mistress' expectations. I looked absolutely stunning if I do say so myself. Now all I had to do was wait.

*** Rose's POV ***

Jeannie had a plan for me alright. Her first order was for me to strip. I liked that order. I hoped our games were going to begin before we left my apartment. Jeannie pulled a make-up case out of her bag and sat me down in front of my dressing table. She worked quickly. I guess she wasn't worried about being perfect. She caked on the make-up. She was painting my face. That is the only way I can describe it. Heavy foundation and rouge on my cheeks. Heavy eye shadow and mascara. Fire engine red lipstick layered onto my lips and to top it off, a platinum blonde wig. I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror when I was done.

I was sitting on my stool shivering by the time she finished. Yes it was cool in my apartment, but mainly I was nervous about why she was making me up this way. My apprehension didn't improve when she pulled my outfit out of her bag. Onto my bed Jeannie tossed what I guess could be called a skirt, although it was so small it almost qualified for a headband. OK, it was bigger than that but not by much. It also looked like it was made out of the same material my mother had been wearing in the video. I would later learn it was not latex but rubber. Where did she find such a thing?

Next a matching top came out of her bag. I will not call it a blouse. It was more like a tube top, only not so wide. I could see that it would wrap around my breasts, but not much more. She continued in her bag finding a black pair of high heeled pumps and a set of black stockings that had obviously seen better days. What I didn't see was a bra or underwear. I can't say I was surprised.

Jeannie wasted no time in getting me dressed. With the limited scope of my outfit, there really wasn't much that could take time. The skirt took work for me to wiggle into. The rubber was exceptionally tight. I don't think I would have been able to get it on by myself. Jeannie had to hold it tight and pull it while I jumped and wiggled to get it into place. The top wasn't any easier. I had to hold my arms straight above my head while Jeannie struggled to get it into place across my chest. I admit it felt great when she maneuvered my boobs underneath the constrictive material, but I could tell immediately I wouldn't feel that way for long. The stockings had tears and runs throughout them. They were stay-ups and came up to my mid thigh. The holes appeared strategically placed so anyone looking at my legs would see them. They made me feel cheap, especially compared to the way Jeannie was dressed. Satisfied with her handiwork Jeannie turned me back toward my mirror and asked what I thought. It didn't take me long to form an opinion.

"I look like a hooker," I told her.

"Yes," she replied. "My hooker."

I looked at her confused. Were we going to a costume party tonight? Once again though, my brain and my body were on two different agendas. While consciously I hated to be dressed this way, I was excited that this is how she wanted me to look. I wondered if the club was having a pimp and whore party. While I was lost in thought, I noticed Jeannie was back in her bag. She tossed out a roll of black tape onto the bed. She then pulled out a chrome egg. I'd never worn one but I knew what it was. Jeannie tossed it to me and told me to warm it up. I knew she meant in my mouth so I popped it in. I was expecting a metallic taste, which it had. I wasn't expecting to taste my mistress, but it was clear she had used the toy recently.

Jeannie told me to slide the egg into my pussy. She then used the tape (bondage tape I would later learn it was called) to fashion me a shield to prevent the egg from falling out of my pussy. Jeannie held a remote in front of her a click the button. The egg came to life. My knees buckled.

"That should keep you happy," she exclaimed with joy. I looked at her hoping she would take pity on me. How could I wear that thing and not expect people to know. I had the feeling Jeannie was going to try to break my record of 7 public orgasms from Wednesday night.

*** Nicole's POV ***

As I drove over to Sandra's house I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. I'd given Jeannie advice on how to seduce Rose and recruited Erin and Liz to help. From what Liz told me about Rose grinding on her at the club I knew she was on the hook just like her mother. Tonight would be the coronation of our plans. Neither of them knew about each other, but that was about to change. Their lives would never be the same.

I pulled up to Sandra's and walked up to the front door. I knew she would be dressed exactly as I had instructed. I also knew she would be surprised to see me in torn jeans and a wife beater t-shirt. I could read her sense of disappointment when she opened the door. She must have known my promise of taking her out on the town was a ruse.

I didn't explain my attire. Mistresses don't need to explain themselves to slaves. To her credit, Sandra didn't ask. I escorted her out to the car with my arm wrapped over hers as if I was a gentleman escorting her into a fancy club. She definitely was the eye candy in our pairing. If she was nervous about being seen with me by her neighbors she didn't show it. Once into my car I pulled her close for a passionate kiss. I also ran my hand up under her skirt. I could feel her tension release as she gave herself to me emotionally. I smiled.

*** Rose's POV ***

My outfit for the evening complete, Jeannie wasted no time walking me out to her car. As humiliating as it was to be dressed this way, especially since she was dressed very nicely, I had to admit it was a little exciting teetering out into the night on the sky high heels she had provided. I did pass one of my neighbors, a woman who lived down the hall, in the lobby of my building. I was probably blushing like I had at the club but of course you couldn't tell through my make-up. Once I was seated in the car, Jeannie turned the egg back on. I took an involuntary deep breath. I'd almost forgotten it was inside of me.

"Tonight do not worry about hitching up your skirt when you sit. You'd never manage in that one," she told me. "We don't have far to drive and that egg should keep your mind in the right place."

I knew the egg would keep me on edge as we began to wind our way through the streets. I had no clue where we were going, but as long as I was with Jeannie I knew I'd be safe. As it turns out that feeling of safety would be short lived. We ended up going two towns over. This town is more industrial than mine and definitely lower class on the income scale. The houses and apartments we passed looked more run down and just dirtier in general than what I was accustomed to seeing. Of course given what I was wearing, I'd probably fit right in. I was getting the sense that Jeannie was the one who would be dressed out of character instead of me. As we passed out of the residential area into zone characterized by seedy looking bars I started see other women dressed similar to me standing on the sidewalk. I definitely felt uneasy at that discovery. About a block past the last bar Jeannie pulled over. It was in front of a factory and there was nobody around.

"Get out here," Jeannie told me. I looked at her in disbelief.

"I said get out. I've got an errand to run. You'll be fine. Just wait for me."

"I can't stand out there looking like this," I protested. "I'll get arrested for being a prostitute."

"You can't get arrested for standing on the sidewalk. If anybody stops just say no thank you. If you don't offer sex for money, you can't get arrested."

"Really, Jeannie," I pleaded. "I can't do this. Don't make me get out of the car."

"Look Rose," she countered. "I know how much you like showing off that tight body of yours. Just two nights ago you were grinding your pussy on a stranger's lap and then did a strip and diddle show for a crowd. Don't tell me you're not excited by showing off that hot little pussy of yours. You'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it."

My mind flashed back to the video from the club. It was obvious I had enjoyed myself last Wednesday, but I was drunk. Now I was sober. I had an excuse before because I wasn't thinking. If I had the courage to do this now, I was admitting to myself that I liked being looking at and that Jeannie really was in control. Suddenly the buzzing in my pussy stopped at Jeannie turned off the egg. I looked at her with disappointment. She looked back with a stern scowl.

"Look Rose, it's either the sidewalk and the egg or home to your apartment and our games end."

She really wasn't leaving me much of a choice. I got out of the car. Jeannie rolled down the window and I returned for final instructions. I'd seen enough movies with hookers to know she would want me to bend over into the window. I'm sure if anybody had seen me they would have been impressed with my ass and legs in that position.

"Looking for a date?" I propositioned my mistress. She held up the remote and turned the egg back on.

"Yeah sweetie. Sure thing. But not just yet. I'll be back around soon."

I stood back up and took a few steps away from the curb. I watched as Jeannie drove off. Just like Wednesday when I first danced with a stranger who finger fucked me I wondered how I got here. The buzzing in my pussy was my answer.

*** Sandra's POV ***

My body was tingling as we drove off into the night. I didn't know where we were going but as long as Nicole was leading me, I would gladly follow. I expected to go back to Erin's hotel. In fact we did drive by it, but Nicole didn't turn. Instead we got on the highway and traveled a couple of towns over. I was now totally lost. I mean, I knew where we were, but I was unfamiliar with any hotel or clubs in this area where we might be going. Maybe we were just going to a friend's house where Nicole would share me. My pussy began leaking just at the thought.

*** Rose's POV ***

I had been pacing up and down the sidewalk along the street corner where Jeannie left me. I knew it had only been a couple of minutes but I was already counting down the seconds until she returned. I knew I looked like a cheap imitation of the hookers we saw up the street. I was not happy about being left out here on my own dressed this way. I could tell it was only a matter of time before some guy cruised up and propositioned me. I felt like hiding in a doorway or in the entrance to an alley. But I knew when Jeannie returned if she didn't see me out strutting my stuff she might just go home and not spend this weekend with me. Even worse than that thought, she might leave me here to fend for myself and find a ride home. No, she wanted me to be seen and that was what was going to happen. I wouldn't dance around to attract attention like the working girls did, but I would not hide either.

After feeling proud of myself for making that decision, I immediately regretted it as a car full of boozed up college kids drove up. Of course they stopped and asked if I wanted to "party." They were very crude and I felt ashamed for standing there like a fool taking their verbal abuse. They seemed to get agitated when I turned them down and for a brief moment I was scared. But then they drove off and I took a deep breath.

I temporarily relaxed. Other people drove up and slowed down to get a good look but nobody else stopped. That was fine by me. Nobody until a strong looking man pulled over and waved me to the window. I reluctantly walked over. He seemed very different than the drunk kids or the men who leered at me as they drove by. I got a strange vibe that he was an undercover cop. I remembered what Jeannie had said about never offering sex in exchange for money. Having her exhibit me was one thing. I wasn't going to jail for her.

The man wasn't crude. He was very businesslike. Before last weekend I would probably have let him pick me up if we had met in a club. Tonight, however, in this location, things were different. I wanted him to move along, but as I was talking to him I was unexpectedly struck by a desire to tease him a little. Much like at the bar on Wednesday, I felt myself getting into the role I was playing. With my feet still on the sidewalk, I bent over at the waist and rested my arms on the window jam of his car door. I knew he was getting a good look down my rubber tube top. There was no hiding where his eyes were focused. I thought they were going to pop from his head. I began to flirt with him, but I made sure not to say anything that could lead me to be arrested. I felt empowered by using my sexuality to control the situation. This strong man was allowing me to dictate the conversation. I could tell he was willing to pay to be with me which was liberating. But I also knew that wasn't going to happen. That's simply not who I am. I also remembered the first impression I had of him being a cop so I stood up and waved him on his way. I'm sure he was shocked. If he was a cop, he probably figured I had recognized him and was just playing with him. If he wasn't, I'm sure he was pissed off, but he probably went and found somebody else. I took a few steps back onto the corner as he drove away. I hoped Jeannie would be back soon. I needed her touch. Now.

*** Sandra's POV ***

We were driving through an industrial town. It was grimy. Nicole's outfit fit here but mine certainly did not. There were a few run down looking bars and I hoped none of them were our destination. We started to pass a couple of adult stores and I saw women standing around outside. Nicole pointed one out and we slowed down.

"She looks like she would be fun for us," she said. "Maybe we should ask her to join us?"

I looked at my mistress as if to say "Are you kidding?"

Nicole pulled the car over in front of the woman. She walked over.

"Hey baby," Nicole called out past me. The woman bent over and looked in the window. "You want to party with us?"

The woman looked at Nicole and then she looked at me. "Who's she, your mother?"

Nicole responded, "No, she's my slave." I blushed. The two woman were talking right past me like I wasn't there.

The hooker told us she didn't do women. Nicole tried to convince her I was very talented and would take care of her. I was not thrilled with having Nicole offer my tongue to this woman. Maybe I was paranoid, but I assumed she was not the cleanest person in the world. I couldn't understand why Nicole would want to expose me to possible diseases. I didn't understand her game.

The hooker told us to move along. Nicole made one more pitch to her offering her the option to fuck me instead of the other way around. The woman paused as if she was contemplating the offer. Then she said something I definitely wasn't expecting.

"I get that you're trying to teach your slave some kind of lesson. But I'm not right for you. I'm a cop. If I give the signal, you'll be pulled over and arrested as soon as you turn the corner. But I'm down with what you're doing and your slave is hot so I'm going to let you go. Now leave before my cover is blown."

Nicole smiled. "We'll be at the Blue Light tonight. Stop by after your shift if you like. The offer still stands."

She didn't wait for an answer but pulled away from the curb. I turned to look back and the woman was watching us as we drove away. For all I knew she was memorizing our license plate. I turned my attention back to Nicole and the road. At least I had a destination now. Blue Light. It sounds like a nice club. Nicole drove without speaking for a couple of blocks. She then slowed down.

"How about that one?" she asked. Why is she so into picking up a hooker I wondered to myself.

I looked and there was a young girl not wearing very much bent into a car window. Her clothes, what little clothes there were shinny like the latex suite I'd worn at the hotel. She had the most outrageous platinum blonde hair. From a distance she reminded me of Julia Roberts in the beginning of Pretty Woman. As we got closer, that comparison faded.

"What do you think?" Nicole asked as the girl walked away from the car and it drove away.

"I think we should just go to the Blue Light and forget about picking up a hooker."

Nicole drove slowly up to the girl. For a brief moment we locked eyes on each other. She looked sad to me. I wondered why she felt she had no option but to sell herself. I couldn't quite place it, but she looked familiar. Nicole stopped and rolled down the window. The girl looked into the car but then turned and quickly walked away. I guess she didn't feel safe with us. I figured that's an occupational hazard and the girls probably can sense when not to get in a car. Knowing what I know about Nicole, it was probably a good choice. Nicole chose not to pursue her. Instead she just closed my window and we continued pulled away. The strip of bars and hookers had ended and we drove into the darkness.

*** Rose's POV ***

After I had sent the guy away I looked up to see another car slowing down. I had the feeling this was going to be the pattern until Jeannie returned. Looking into the front window as the car approached I saw two women. As the car got closer I recognized the driver first. It was the woman I'd seen with my mom. The one I assumed was named Nicole. I think I assumed the worst before I even panned my head to look at the passenger seat. As I did, I saw my mom. It was horrifying and I was frozen in fear. We stared at each other, but I could not tell if she recognized me. I saw a flash of recognition, but also some doubt of who she was looking at as if she couldn't quite place me. Suddenly I was glad I was wearing the wig. I certainly didn't look anything like what she expected me to wear. I was freaking out on the inside but I couldn't show it on the outside. The car was slowing down to talk to me. The last thing I needed was them trying to pick me up. As tough as it would have been for my mom to explain that she had a mistress, doing so would be nothing compared to me having to explain why I was apparently out turning tricks. I felt a surge of heat over my entire body as I struggled to remain calm. How could Jeannie have put me in this position? Why was mom in this city? Were she and her mistress picking up hookers? Maybe her mistress was trying to find a new partner for her. Maybe that is what mistresses do and that was why Jeannie brought me here. My head was spinning with possibilities. I could feel myself losing control. I suddenly felt tremendous pressure to pee. I struggled to not give myself away. I felt like dropping to my knees and confessing my sins. I considered just blurting out "I'm sorry mom," and crying for forgiveness.

The car pulled to a stop and the tinted side window rolled down. Although I was petrified and close to an emotional breakdown, I had to get a look at my mom's mistress close up. I glanced at her a noticed she was scruffy looking. She was young, maybe a year or two older than Jeannie and probably could look very attractive although she wasn't dressed to impress. My mom looked absolutely stunning in a formal gown, but Nicole looked messy. My disguise had apparently fooled them but I knew the longer I stood there the more likely my mom would recognize me so I hurriedly spun around and walked away. I prayed they would not follow me. Even after I peeked over my shoulder as they drove up the street I was worried that it would dawn on my mom who they just saw standing on the street corner and they would back up and confront me. My emotions were overloading my ability to control them. I broke down and started to cry. I couldn't take the reality of my life right then.

Another car pulled over to the curb and the window rolled down. There was a young boy driving. A kid really. He was probably out just trying to lose his virginity. He opened his mouth to speak to me but I didn't give him the chance. He certainly did not deserve to take the brunt of my anger right then. But I was far to our of control to worry about his feelings.

"Fuck off you loser!" I yelled at him. He sped off and I staggered over to the building I was next to for support against the wall. I could feel the bricks scraping my arm but I didn't care. Where the hell was Jeannie?

*** Sandra's POV ***

A short distance after we passed hooker alley, Heather pulled the car into a motel parking lot. The place was run down and dirty. It didn't even have a name. The half lit neon sign just said "Motel." In smaller type under the neon it said "Daily / Weekly / Monthly." I remember thinking who would want to live here for a week let alone a month. After she parked the car Heather handed me four $20 bills and told me to get a room. I jokingly asked for how long. She told me for four hours. I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or took my question seriously. I really didn't want to walk into the office alone. She was the one dressed like she belonged here. I most certainly was not.

I made my way to the office. Nicole stood next to her car leaning on the fender. There was an attractive woman working at the front desk. This surprised me. I had expected a dirty old man because that is what the motel looked like. There was a sign on the desk that said "$50 per night / $275 per week / $750 per month." There was no mention of an hourly rate. I began to suspect Nicole had tried to set me up to ask for something they didn't offer. The woman looked at me without any hint that I was out of place. When she spoke her voice was raspy like she had smoked for a long time.

"What do you need sugar."

I tried to find a voice which did not show my nervousness.

"I need a room for 4 hours," I said.

"Of course," she replied. "That will be $80."

I looked at her confused. "The sign says $50 per night."

"Yes it does. I'll give you a room for the night, but then I need ID from you. For $20 an hour instead I will pretend you are not here."

"I see. OK, $80 it is," I said handing over the four twenties. The woman slid me a key. It was room 214. Upstairs on the end she told me.

I walked back over to the car. Nicole was grabbing two large suitcases from the trunk. I didn't bother to ask what she had brought. I knew I would find out soon enough. She had me carry the bags. It was difficult due to my dress. I must have looked pretty silly following her. I was tripping over my gown and struggling to carry the two heavy pieces of luggage while I trailed her up the stairs to the room.

"Always follow me two steps behind and offset to the right," she told me. I did my best.

Our room was the first one off the stairs at the end of the building. I was thankful that I didn't have to carry the bags any further. Nicole opened the door and ushered me in. The room was exactly like I pictured it. I was definitely overdressed but I was sure Nicole would rectify that situation quickly enough.

Spartan was the best description. The room was definitely a far cry from the suite Nicole used at Erin's hotel. There were two twin beds. The headboards were little more than laminated particle board screwed into the wall. There was one dirty looking chair and a small table in front of the room's window. The curtain looked like it had not been cleaned in years, but it did protect the room from prying eyes for which I was glad. Along the wall opposite of the bed was a long low dresser with an old TV on it. In the back of the room there was a small bathroom and a closet. Dingy would be the best word I would use to describe my home for the next 4 hours.

Nicole had me place the suitcases on top of the dresser and open them up. As I expected they didn't contain clothes. I had been carrying a wide variety of bondage gear, sex toys, paddles, blindfolds, gags and of course a video camera. I was not surprised in the least. I turned to face Nicole. She asked me a simple question one that I should have expected.

"So slave, did you fail my command not to cum without permission?"

*** Rose's POV ***

I was quite hysterical leaning against the wall and crying. I had no idea how I could get home. I had no money for a cab and I wasn't about to get into a car with a guy. Jeannie had broken me. I was reliant on her for survival and I hated admitting that to myself. Several additional cars pulled to the curb, but I couldn't even bring myself to look at them. Finally I hear an insistent car horn and I willed myself to look up. It was Jeannie's car. Thank God. I was saved. I'm sure make-up was ruined from the tears running down my face. As I approached the car I had a feeling of dread that she wouldn't want me anymore. That was quickly followed by an assumption that she had left to pick somebody else up and that person would meet me in my current state and think I was a freak. But I had no choice. I opened the car door. Looking inside I saw Jeannie's smile quickly change to a look of genuine concern. I looked into the back seat. It was empty. I was at least relieved that were were alone.

"Oh my God, Rose, what happened?" she asked me.

"I'm sorry Jeannie," I exclaimed. My emotion core had been rocked. I sat down in the passenger seat and then I buried my face in her lap blubbering uncontrollably. She stroked my head.

"You're safe now Rose. I'm here and I'm going to protect and take care of you."

I continued to sob but eventually I regained enough control to sit up.

"Why did you do that to me?" I asked in a pleading voice.

"You needed to learn an important lesson. I was watching from around the corner. I would not have let any harm come to you. You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself for a while."

My emotions were calming down. Just the sound of her voice was bringing me back to a happier place. I wiped the tears from my face.

"I did have some fun," I confessed sheepishly. "At first I kind of like teasing the guys. But then when my mom drove up I freaked out. She can never know about us. I'm so glad you gave me this wig. If she had recognized me I think I would have died."

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that. I was as surprised as you, I think," Jeannie replied. There was a glint in her eye that I took as a acknowledgment that she really did enjoy seeing me squirm when mom and Nicole arrived.

"Can you take me home now?" I pleaded. "I've had enough for one night."

"I could take you home, but I don't think you've had enough. The night is young. There is a motel just up the street. How about I take you there and fuck your brains out instead."

I was still mad at her for leaving me on the corner, but now that my flight response had been quelled, her offer of wild sex in a no-tell motel was just what I needed right then. Of course I accepted.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Hidden away in the safety of our motel room, Nicole ordered me to undress her. She stood before me and told me to take my time. As each inch of her delicious flesh was exposed I was order to kiss it. Inch after inch of her incredible body was exposed to my lips and I worshipped her like a goddess. I felt so naughty kneeling before her in my formal gown as she was becoming naked. When I finished that task, she sat down in the old chair. She spread her legs placing them over the chair arms and in the process scooted her butt forward. That put her pussy right on the edge of the chair. I didn't have to think too much to determine what she wanted.

I admit it felt strange being the one fully clothed while I serviced my mistress' pussy. But every time we got together something seemed strange. She tasted as tempting as ever to me as I lovingly lapped at her sweet folds. I could never get tired of her flavor. Each time we got together she had used my tongue for longer and longer periods of time. In the back of my mind I knew we were on a 4 hour clock. I could picture her using me for her own pleasure the entire time. I wouldn't be happy by that arrangement, but if that was what she wanted, I would do it.

I licked, nibbled, sucked and fingered her until she came on my face. My face was between her thighs glistening with her affection. I could think of nowhere else I'd rather be. I hoped it would be my turn now. It was, but not for pleasure. I had admitted to her that I didn't follow her rule not to cum without permission during last week. I knew this was a punishment worthy offense. She had me take off my dress. She told me to hang it in the closet. At least she didn't have me throw it on the dirty carpet. God only knows what mixture of alcohol, dirt and bodily fluids had stained the floor over the years. I could tell she was pleased by my hidden surprise of stockings and garters underneath my classy exterior. She told me to leave them on. She then told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed.

She had me wait on the bed watching her as she inspected the wide variety of implements I had carried up the stairs in the two cases. I fully expected her to pull out a riding crop but instead she chose a ping pong paddle.

"My hand will get too sore spanking you," she told me. "This will do the trick nicely."

I quickly learned that a hand spanking is much less severe than a paddle spanking. The shape and hardness of the wood spread the force of the contact over a much wider area. A hand also has cushioning which the paddle lacked. The paddle also gives the spanker much less feedback. It turned out this was important since Nicole really didn't have as good a feeling about how I was suffering. Or maybe she did but wasn't concerned. Either way she tanned my hide well. When at last she was done she allowed me to stand and look at my poor buttocks in the mirror. They were bright red having passed pink at least 20 strokes ago. I assumed by morning they would be black and blue. But Mistress Nicole was right to punish me for not following her orders.

While I was examining her handiwork, she put the paddle away and grabbed a tube of ointment. The cool gel was very soothing against my battered bottom. While she was rubbing the gel against my ass with her right hand, her left hand began to explore my pussy. This was exactly the kind of good cop / bad cop routine from Nicole which drove me crazy. As firm as she had been during my punishment she was now 180 degrees reversed being tender with the balm and pleasing with her fingers. Soon all the pain was forgiven and I begged her for permission to cum. Of course she wasn't about to give me an orgasm that easily. Instead I watched as she went back to the bags to remove cuffs, rope and naturally, her favorite strap-on. My mouth was salivating.

Nicole tossed the cuffs and rope onto the bed. She then had me kneel in front of her to help put on the strap-on. It's bulbous head bobbed in front of my face. Without being prompted I took it into my mouth. I'm sure that pleased Nicole as she allowed me to blow her for a couple of minutes. My pussy was drooling in anticipation of finally being fucked. Nicole popped her cock out of my mouth and walked back over toward the chair. She pulled the chair in front of the window so its back was to the glass and sat down. She waved me over and told me to mount up. I joyfully did exactly what she told me to do.

Nicole instructed to take it easy and go slow. Of course that was pure torture to me. As I leisurely slide myself up and down her fuckstick my arousal grew and grew. I didn't want a delicate loving fuck right then. I wanted wild passionate sex and to be pounded. I wanted to put my hands on her shoulders and slam my pussy down full force. I wanted to ride her like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco. But she was in charge and she wanted me tormented. So I was tormented. I pleaded with her, but instead of allowing me to set the pace, she instructed me to wiggle my ass back a forth a bit. That caused me even more torment as the strap-on began hitting all the right happy zones but not with enough pressure to take me over the edge. I was begging to be allowed to really fuck myself but Nicole was having none of it.

Nicole definitely seemed amused. I was watching her face the whole time I fucked myself. I hoped she was enjoying the show as she looked up at my heaving breasts and contorted facial expressions. Finally she told me to dismount. At last, I hoped, she was going to get me good. Instead she told me to turn around into a reverse cowboy and remount her. As long as she would let me do my thing I didn't mind. This position gave me more leverage with my legs and I knew I could give myself the orgasm I craved if my mistress would allow it. I felt Nicole moving underneath me. Was she trying to get herself in a position to thrust? I hoped so.

Then I heard the curtain mechanism begin to creak. I didn't have to turn around to know what she was doing. She was opening the drapes so any passersby would see my depraved behavior. I started riding the dildo again. I was mortified but I had to cum. My one saving grace was that anybody walking by our second floor room would be at the hotel for the same reason we were. I could tell Nicole could sense my apprehension. She told me to relax and enjoy myself. That was easier said than done.

I tried to focus on two things. Visually I focused on the cuffs lying on the bed. Soon I was sure they would be encircling my wrists and protecting me. I know it sounds funny to say they would protect me, but if Nicole cuffed me to the bed, I wouldn't have to make any decisions. If somebody walked by the room now, they would see me bouncing up and down by my own choice. That was far more terrifying to me. Still the sensation of the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy could not be denied. As humiliated as I was at that moment, I wasn't going to stop. I was going to make Nicole proud of me and play her game. She told me to pick up the pace. I did.

Her cock felt heavenly as I rebounded up and down its length. I knew I would cum soon with or without permission. I heard a tapping on the window. I was scared to turn and look. I just kept riding the fake cock. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my body at being seen. There was another knock. I moaned and begged Nicole to allow me to cum. There was another rap on the glass. I squirted a touch of juice on the well lubricated shaft.

"Please mistress may I cum now," I begged in the throaty voice.

"Count down from 20," my mistress replied. "Then you may cum."

I through my head back and slammed myself vengefully down on her cock. "20," I shouted. "19, 18, 17," followed rapidly each number punctuated by a savage stroke on the dildo.

"No so fast pet. Enjoy the moment," she cooed.

I slowed down, but didn't change the force I used to thrust against her. "16, 15, 14." Each number bottomed out the strap-on deep in my womb as I slammed against her. I was quickly reaching a euphoric state as pleasure signals began to overflow my brain and any thoughts of humiliation were washed away. I felt time begin to slow down and the room become silent. I knew I was moaning and screaming in pleasure. I probably was hurting Nicole's ears. But to me all I could hear was my breathing and my long drawn out number countdown. I looked down and saw the dildo slide in and out of me seemingly in slow motion. I was in tuned with every detail of the moment. The feeling of Nicole's hands on my ass. The nerve endings in my pussy being stimulated by the dildo's hard shaft. My hand rubbing veraciously against my clit trying to maximize my coming orgasm. My juices glistening on the dildo with every upstroke reflecting the yellowish glow thrown by the single bare bulb in the ceiling light fixture. Any thought of an audience outside the window was long gone as I felt my climax building ready to shatter my core. "10, 9, 8," it was getting closer. I slammed myself with all the force I could muster. "7,6,5,4," here it comes. "3,2..." I feel my mistress' strong arms wrap around my waist and grab me tight keeping me impaled on her cock. I groaned in frustration. How could she get me so close and then deny me. I felt the first quivers of my orgasm rocket around my body. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I was in a dream state as I felt myself being to cum. The room was no longer in focus. All the edges of my sight were soft and rounded. I was beyond out of control. I was floating on a cloud and looking down on my earthly body. I felt the dildo push even deeper into me as Nicole somehow managed to push herself up out of the chair. I don't know where she found the strength, but with her arm still wrapped around my waist and my pussy stretched around her fake dick, I found myself marched over to the bed and bent over. I'd been having mini-cums around her cock since she grabbed me as my massive release was delayed but couldn't be totally denied. As soon as I was in position with my hands on the bed and my legs locked straight, Nicole began to fuck me from behind. This wasn't making love, this was primal sex.

My long denied massive explosion of lust broke free on her first savage thrust. I howled in delight as she brought me to the kind of climax I had learned only she could do. My complete dedication to being her slave was reinforced once again as my mind once more bent to her will. I can not adequately describe how hard I came as she continued to pound into me. My thighs were plastered with my juices as girl cum literally ran down my leg. I was panting and struggling to breath but she didn't relent.

"Who does this pussy belong to slut?" she repeated over and over as I tried to catch enough breath to answer her.

"You mistress. It belongs to you," I finally was able to utter.

With that she popped the dildo out. I slumped to the floor, my back against the bed with my right arm spread across the top for support. I was still shaking and experiencing cum aftershocks. I looked out the window and saw an older man with a much younger woman watching us. But in my post orgasmic glow I felt no shame. I had received what my body craved and it didn't matter that I had been seen.

Mistress Nicole waved to the pair and then moved in front of me blocking their view. They could not see the details, but I know they could tell when Mistress Nicole pushed her manhood back in my mouth to be cleaned. I lovingly tried to take the whole phallus into my mouth and then my throat which caused me to gag and choke. Nicole just laughed and told me we'll have to work on that as she pulled a few inches back to give me some relief. I licked the dildo all over savoring my flavor on it. Satisfied I'd done a good job, Nicole pulled back and walked over to the window. Waving again to our audience she shut the curtain giving us our privacy. I was still on the floor. I was too worn out to move. I wondered what else she had planned for us. We still had about three hours to go on the room.

***Rose's POV ***

Safely back in Jeannie's car I felt protected for the first time in about an hour. I snuggled up to her arm. I'm sure that made it difficult to steer, but I didn't care. I had to touch her. I had to feel close to her. I needed her security. My nerves her finally calming down as we drove into the darkness. I couldn't see where we were going. From my angle the street lights were just a blur. We didn't drive far, though, as I felt her turn and then the car bottom scrap against the pavement as we went up a slight incline. I sensed the car stop. Jeannie rocked her arm indicating I should sit upright. Looking around I noticed we were at a motel. I watched as Jeannie pulled her wallet out of her purse. She handed me two twenty dollar bills.

"Go get us a room for 2 hours. They are familiar with girls who dress like you so they will not give you any trouble," she instructed. I then heard the car lock open.

I was trembling as I got out of the car, my hand clutching the two old wrinkled bills. Jeannie had parked at the far end of the lot facing the street. I looked at the distance to the office. There was plenty of parking spaces right by the office she could have chosen. I heard Jeannie's door open. I was standing behind the car looking at the route to the office stood next to me. Perhaps she was going to relieve me the degradation of going into the office dressed like this. Instead she opened the trunk. There were two suitcases which she started to pull out. She then gave me a playful swat on the tush.

"Get going. The sooner you get the room the sooner we can play."

I could tell I wasn't getting out of this assignment. My eyes were focused on the office door. I saw nothing on either side of me. My peripheral vision was gone. I saw only a tunnel guiding me straight to the office. I gingerly walked on the high heels I was wearing. I'm sure Jeannie was enjoying the show of my butt swishing back and forth as I covered the 150 feet or so. I didn't look back to check. I had to get the room and get it fast. I cover the distance swiftly and soon found myself face to face with the woman running the front desk. To me she looked too good to be working at a dump like this. I tried to sound calm as I push the money across the counter and asked for a room. The woman didn't even bat an eye. She just handed me a key.

"Two hours, not a minute more. Leave the sheets on the floor. Don't steal any towels."

She was blunt and to the point. I turned to get back to Jeannie. I was surprised to find her standing outside the office door with both suitcases. I wasn't sure, but I think I saw her wink at the clerk. I walked through the door. She took the key out of my hand and looked at the tag to find the room number.

"You can carry the bags," she told me as she started to walk toward the stairs. I grabbed the suitcases and scurried after her. We walked up the grated metal stairs next to the office. I had to be very cautious not to catch a heel lest I tumble back down the stairs. I was relieved to make it to the second floor without incident. The motel was L shaped. I followed Jeannie as she walked past four or five rooms and then turned right. The long side of the motel had about 12 rooms, I guess. We were in the 11th, two from the opposite side near where our car was parked. I didn't understand why Jeannie carried the bags to the office instead of leaving them at the car. I guess it was worth her carrying them a little way to force me to carry them back. Jeannie unlocked the door and ushered me inside. As soon as I put down the bags, she pulled me into her arms in a passionate embrace.

We kissed like high school kids at the prom. She was very passionate and I found myself melting into her arms. As soon as she felt me acquiescing to her control, I felt her hands begin to roam over my body. I'd like to tell you that she was about to strip me while we continued to make out, but of course that wasn't possible given what I was wearing. Eventually we had to stop sucking face long enough for her to help me struggle out of the rubber hooker outfit. I felt relieved to finally be free of the constricting garments even though I was now naked before her and she was still fully dressed. I moved my hand to begin undressing her but she pushed me away.

"Lose the wig and wash all that make-up off your face while I see what fun toys I have for you," she exclaimed as she lugged the suitcases over to the dresser.

She opened them up and I saw one was clothes and one was toys. I guess I will not be wearing the hooker outfit home. I was thankful for that. The other side was pretty much what I expected having seen her parents playroom last weekend. Ropes, cuffs, a crop, a blindfold, a couple of dildos and vibrators completed the collection.

"Strip that nasty blanket off the bed and lay down spread eagle," Jeannie commanded me.

I'm glad she wanted me to take off the blanket. Just looking at it I could tell it was filthy. The sheet was off-white. When I realized it probably didn't start off its life that way I felt dirty without even touching it. Still it was cleaner than the mattress pad so I lay down. I reached my arms and legs toward the corners of the bed. I felt horribly exposed and very turned on. The room was as dingy on the inside as the exterior of the motel looked from the parking lot. But somehow it seemed just right for what Jeannie was about to do to me. I trembled again, this time in anticipation.

The bed proved to be a bit of a challenge to secure me as the headboard was bolted to the wall and the frame was not designed to accept chains. Jeannie sorted it out by running rope under the frame and tying my wrist cuffs to each end. I probably had more play in my arms than I would have in her parent's dungeon, but I wasn't about to complain about that. My legs were similarly trussed. Jeannie put a leather cuff on each one of my ankles and then ran a rope from one cuff under the bed and then attached it to the other. I was now her happy prisoner ready to do her bidding. She then went back to the suitcase and returned with the blindfold. Apparently she didn't want me knowing her plans.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Nicole shut the curtain and then helped me onto the bed. She rolled me onto my side and spooned me from behind. I felt warm, happy and safe. She was letting me rest without thinking about her own needs. I'm sure she had turned herself on while fucking me, but she seemed content to let me recuperate. I heard people in the room next to us through the paper thin walls and wondered if it was the man and woman who had just watched us. If it was, I wondered how long it would be until we could hear them in their dance of passion. Did we inspire them with our own performance? Would they be extra loud as payback for watching us? I should have been concentrating on my mistress, but my thoughts were with the couple. More specifically my thoughts were with the hooker. I wondered if she ever had the kind of orgasm I'd just had. It was doubtful as the John was just a job for her. Get him in, get him off and move on. I didn't know much about the hooker lifestyle but I knew it was a volume business. Nicole didn't comment as we started to hear the sounds of passion.

To my surprise, it was a woman's voice echoing exclamations of pleasure. I figured I would hear the guy grunting and the woman faking it. I didn't hear the squeak of the mattress or any sounds of fucking so I deduced that the girl was being pleased by a talented tongue. How strange was that? Certainly it was not hygienic. The guy must not have been worried about catching a sexually transmitted disease. The voice stylings of the woman continued to build until they reached a fever pitch and were joined by a knocking on the wall. I tried to guess what position they were in which would result in such a noise. She certainly didn't sound like she was faking an orgasm. I could feel myself getting excited again as the audio show led my body back into a state of arousal. I tried to turn in my lover's strong arms to address her face to face. I got only about a quarter of the way around.

"My I eat your pussy mistress?" I asked.

*** Jeannie's POV ***

Nicole was a master planner. I knew she and Sandra were in the room next door. I had watched two people peeping in their window as I waited for Rose in the office. I was still skeptical of Nicole's concept of how tonight would end, but I trusted her. At this particular moment I was taking my own pleasure from Rose's tongue. I had her strapped to the bed and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. I was sitting on her face feeding her my pussy. I'd made sure to blindfold her per Nicole's orders. Rose's pussy eating skills had definitely improved in the last week a fact I was benefiting from immensely. Soon she had me right on the edge of a delicious climax. As Nicole had instructed me, I made sure to be loud. I really didn't need to be told to act that way as I didn't have much of a choice given the job Rose was doing on me. I did knock on the wall on purpose. That I would not have done. I balled up may hand into a fist and I hid the wall several times. Then I came.

I grabbed Rose's head and pulled it as deep into my pussy as I could. She probably couldn't breathe but I didn't care right then. I ground my crotch on her mouth and then up onto her nose. When she came up for air she was going to get a strong whiff of my musk. She responded like a trooper never complaining and happy to serve me. I rolled off her and went to retrieve the strap-on. It was time for her to have some fun too.

*** Nicole's POV ***

After hearing Jeannie's knock on the wall I knew our plan was working. It was now time for part two. I released Sandra from my bear hug and left her on the bed. I loved the look of longing in her eyes as I moved just six feet away from her and back to the suitcases. I retrieved the cuffs and the rope. How many girls had I tied to this very bed? Jillian, the motel's owner Sandra got the key from, and I had met a couple of years ago. While she catered to the working girl trade, she kept this room for herself and her special clients. The sheets were always clean and except for on special occasions, she was able to keep the room next door vacant. Of course this was one of the special occasions.

Our plan was pretty simple. Mom and daughter were both bound to their bed. Because of the layout of the room, their headboards were opposite each other on the same wall. I knew Sandra would soon be screaming again in pleasure and unless I missed my guess, Jeannie would have Rose doing the same. I had used the "picking up a hooker" ruse to throw Sandra off from my true plans for tonight. Having the girl watch us earlier was an unplanned stroke of good luck as I'm sure Sandra would assume they were in the room next door. I knew Jeannie had planned to humiliate Rose on the way to the motel, but we should have coordinated that better. As soon as I recognized Rose on the street corner I knew I had to get Sandra out of there. I don't think she recognized her daughter because she didn't say anything.

By the time I finished tying her to the bed Sandra's pussy was a swampy mess with need. I had no trouble sliding my strap-on back into her. This was now the fourth position I'd taken her in less than an hour. According to our plan, Jeannie would soon be doing the same to Rose. I bet that little tramp's pussy was as wet as her mother's.

*** Rose's POV ***

I loved eating Jeannie's pussy and loved hearing how much she was enjoying it. I hoped that it would soon be my turn after she had cum on my face. Bound to the bed I couldn't wipe off my lips so her moisture just sat there and finally dripped slowly down my cheek. Jeannie returned from the suitcase with two toys and a bottle. My eyes got wide when I saw the butt plug. At least she brought a generous supply of lube. She also had a large vibrator. Bound as I was I could not stop her from spreading the lubricant around my asshole. She started by pushing in her index finger so she could spread the lube more thoroughly. She had a bit of a problem because I was on my back getting to my dirty hole, but she managed. Then she pushed the plug into me. I grimaced in pain as she forced the ring past my sphincter with little time to let me adjust to the invader.

"You'll thank me later when I fuck your ass," she hissed at me. All of a sudden the lovable girl was gone and Mistress Jeannie had taken her place. "I want you to be louder than I was," she commanded as she turned on the vibrator and shoved it into my pussy. The inside of my pussy tingled as she pushed the happiness wand into me. All of a sudden my clit was shocked with lightning. I looked down over my chest and saw there was a rabbit nub on the top of the vibrator. It had just hit my clit. Just as fast the wonderful sensation was gone as Jeannie pulled the vibrator back out.

"Let me hear you," she repeated as she pushed the vibrator back home. This time I did as she asked, not that I needed any real coaching. I moaned, I howled and I begged. I'm sure everyone in the entire motel heard me. All of a sudden, in between my own cries of pleasure, I heard another woman in the throes of passion. Jeannie continued to fuck me with the vibrator while I began to hear a knocking on the wall. Only this wasn't a fist like Jeannie had done. This was clearly the sound of the bed frame knocking into the wall. Somebody was getting fucked next door and fucked hard. Soon the sounds of enthusiasm could be heard from the next room as they mixed with my own sounds of zeal. The room was a regular adult movie orgy of sexy sounds as me and the other woman came forcefully. It was turning out to be one heck of a night.

*** Sandra's POV ***

Mistress Nicole didn't let me eat out her delicious pussy. Instead she mounted me again with her strap-on. Not that I was about to complain. She loved to fuck me and I loved to be fucked by her. I knew when the time came she would present her pussy for my oral ministration. For now, I was going to enjoy her being inside me again. Nicole was as aggressive as she had ever been with me. I could feel the bed shaking beneath me as she slammed the dildo into my pussy over and over again. Her hips were grinding against me with every stroke. The bed was moving on its casters and hitting the wall too. I wished my arms and legs were free so I could have wrapped myself around her and held on.

I could hear the couple next door to us. The woman was obviously enjoying herself. I remembered back to when my husband would have been above me instead of another woman. I remembered the weird looks on his face and how his cum felt as it shot out of his cock. I began to wonder if the guy next door would shoot inside the girl or pull out. I felt strange thinking of other people as my mistress hovered above me and sawed her fake dick in and out of me. My own pleasure and accompanying moans seemed to echo what the girl next door was experiencing. When I heard her cum, it triggered my own orgasm. It wasn't the best one I'd ever had, but it was nice. I make sure to scream out "I'm cumming," so my neighbor would know she wasn't the only one having fun. I felt naughty after that and even giggled a bit as Nicole looked down at me and smiled.

Nicole got up and removed the strap-on. She then dangled it in front of my face until I stuck my tongue out. She let me give it a quick cleaning and then returned it to the suitcase. Before I could wonder if she was done with it for the evening, I heard a knock on the door. "Great," I thought to myself. "Somebody complained we made too much noise.

Nicole looked at me and then threw the blanket on top of me. She covered me from head to toe while the knock became more insistent. "Just a minute," I heard her call out. She told me not to move or make a sound. I tried to breath shallow. The blanket was musty smelling and I was afraid I would sneeze. I heard her moving around the room again. I figured she was grabbing a robe from the suitcase. Then I heard the door creak open until the security chain snapped tight. I tried to listen but Nicole and person at the door were whispering. I could not make out what they were saying. The door shut and the blanket was pulled back from my outstretched body.

"That was our neighbor next door. They think we sound fun. Would you like to fuck them?" Nicole asked as if she had not already decided the answer.

I knew tied to the bed as I was and pledged to serve Mistress Nicole in any way she commanded, my response was largely ceremonial. Still, it was nice to be asked. "Of course mistress," I replied. "If that is your will."

Nicole smiled at my subservient answer. Truth be told, I was horny enough to fuck anybody with a stiff cock or dildo. I watched as Nicole went back to the bag and got her strap-on again. Boy was the girl next door going to be surprised. Nicole also grabbed a blindfold. She told me she didn't want me to get jealous watching her fuck the hooker. This struck me as strange. Wouldn't she get jealous watching somebody else fuck me? I had to shake the question from my mind. Whatever Nicole desired was what was going to happen. Once she slid the blindfold into place and plunged me into darkness I was again transported to the ethereal plane of slut slave. I didn't care who would be fucking me only that I was going to be fucked again.

"They will be over in a minute. Make me proud of you. Don't speak. That is not your job right now. Just serve them as you serve me. You have permission to cum as often as you can. I think you will enjoy this," Mistress Nicole instructed me.

*** Rose's POV ***

I had watched Jeannie slip on a robe and walk out of the room. She wasn't carrying an ice bucket so I couldn't figure out what she was doing. She returned about a minute later with a big smile on her face. She told me she had gone next door to visit our noisy neighbors. She said they wanted to meet me. I immediately found it exciting. After all not making any choices and being allowed to act slutty was what attracted me to Jeannie in the first place. Jeannie untied me from the bed but left my cuffs on. She then had me pack up our bags, although she had me remove a thick leather blindfold before zipping the suitcase shut. I was not thrilled as she took away my sight with it. Suddenly I felt very not in control. Jeannie told me not to speak again and then ordered me to grab the suitcases. I had to fumble around a bit to find the handles. I then heard the door open and Jeannie instructing me to walk toward her. I gingerly stepped forward. Without vision I was tentative. Jeannie kept coaxing me until I'd taken enough steps that I knew I would be at the door.

Suddenly I realized I was still naked and was now standing on the walkway outside our room. I could feel the cool night air blowing across my hot skin. I heard the sound of traffic driving past and knew anybody who happened to look up would see me. I waited to hear the sound of a car crashing as the driver was distracted by seeing a naked girl outside the motel room door, but all I heard was the pounding of my heart. I could feel my skin flush as Jeannie led me next door and I heard her knock. It seemed like an eternity until the door opened. Jeannie grabbed one of my erect nipples and used it to guide me into the room. She then told me to put down the bags while I heard the door shut and the deadbolt click.

I was expecting to be given directions, but Jeannie and the other people were silent. I felt a hand on my bottom pushing me forward until I felt my knee tap the side of the bed. I then felt hot breath in my ear and received a whispered instruction from my mistress.

"There is a slave tied to the bed in front of you the same way you were tied. Eat her pussy, but don't let her cum."

I leaned over the bed and moved my hand until I found the woman's leg. From there it was easy to find her very wet and inviting pussy. I hoped the view of my backside and I lay between the woman's legs was appealing as I began to lick and nibble her.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I heard our neighbors enter the room, but I had no idea what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised when without warning I soft feminine hand on my leg and then a tongue begin to lap at my labia. I couldn't move much, but I could rock my hips enough to put a little firmer pressure on her mouth and force her tongue deeper into my pussy. Since my mistress had told me I had free reign to cum, I wanted to take every opportunity to do so. Unfortunately the girl between my legs apparently had not been given the same memo because she kept stopping each time I heated up. She was definitely teasing me. I realized she had probably been given opposite instructions from what I had. When I felt her weight leaving the mattress I was not surprised that I had not climaxed.

Soon I felt the weight return only this time it was at the head of the mattress. Someone was on their knees straddling my chest. I assumed it was the woman who had just eaten me ready for me to return the favor, but I was prepared for a hard cock to push past my lips. Fortunately a wet pussy was pressed against my mouth instead. She had a flavor I didn't recognize. It wasn't Nicole, Erin or Liz. I had not been given instructions to tease so I didn't. I did my best to make the woman cum. She was moaning, but didn't say a word. The sounds reminded me of those from the next room and I assumed it was the same girl. She was grinding herself on my mouth and seemed to be enjoying herself greatly. I would have been jealous had she cum. I was doing my best to make that happen, but part of me didn't want that to happen until I came again.

I could sense she was close. I kept expecting my mistress to use a vibrator on me so both of use could cum together, but my relief was not to be. Fortunately for my jealous nature, neither was the girl's. I heard her groan as she lifted herself off my face. I had to assume she was pulled back to prevent her from climaxing. At least both of us had suffered the same fate, I thought.

I lay on the bed wondering what was going to happen next. My pussy was pulsating in anticipation. Certainly it was going to be good. I heard the other bed creak. Maybe my mistress was going to fuck her while her partner fucked me. That sounded like a great plan. Instead I heard the sound of rope sliding through cuffs and around the bed frame. I also heard a grunt as apparently the woman was stretched tight to the bed. Apparently the neighbors played the same games Nicole and I did.

I was surprised when I felt my bed begin to move. I had not noticed the frame was on casters but I supposed on the rare occasions when these rooms get cleaned it would help to be able to move the bed to vacuum underneath. I felt the bed being moved into the center of the room and then turned. I tried to picture my new position as I heard the other bed now being moved out from the wall.

I felt weight on the end of the bed as my unseen partner climbed on top of me. I was expecting my new champion to be a man. She was not. As soon as I felt the cold rubber of her strap-on slide along my thigh I knew. I was pretty sure Mistress Nicole wanted the woman from next door so I had to assume the person on top of me wasn't her. The woman lay down on me and began kissing me. Our breasts mashed together. I could feel the hard points of her nipples and knew she could feel mine.

I heard the other bed begin to squeak and then felt it bounce against mine. The moans of a happy woman soon filled the room while my new partner continued to passionately kiss me. I was squirming beneath her in an effort to make clitoral contact with her or her strap-on. Fortunately she took the hint and soon I was filled again. She quickly built a steady rhythm with her dildo hitting all of my jovial nerve endings. I was moaning in concert with the other woman. The bed frames continued to bang together clanking out a cadence like an erotic metronome. I wished I could see the sight we must have made. I imagined the woman's breasts flopping wildly as my mistress continued to pummel her. I imagined the look on her face as she received the same pleasure I was receiving. If you have never been fucked in the same room when somebody else was also being fucked it is a surreal experience. It is hard to tell when your cried of pleasure end and hers begins.

Our antagonists kept up their pace for about 5 minutes before mine paused. I had been getting very close to orgasm and I had to assume the other woman was too. I felt my binding being released. I wondered what position I would be put into. My new partner twisted me indicating I should get on my knees. Apparently she knew doggie was my favorite position. My mind raced as I tried to decide if it was Erin or Liz behind me wielding the strap-on. I decided it was probably Erin.

The woman mounted me with the confidence of an experienced swordswoman. She gave me four quick thrusts and then stopped again. I groaned in frustration when she pulled her cock out completely. She then pushed on my butt indicating I should move forward. I crawled about 6 or 8 inches until I felt the other girl's wrists. She was still tied to the bed. The bed was still moving back and forth as Mistress Nicole continued to fuck her. From the sounds she had been making I was sure she had cum at least once.

Once I was in my new position, I felt the dildo sliding back into me. I then felt a hand on the back of my head. The hand was coming from in front of me and it pulled my head down until my lips met the tied woman. I was tentative, but she was not. She lifted her head and passionately kissed me. That was all the inspiration I needed as I brought my lips down crushing hers. She was not free to resist me and I had no intention of allowing her to.

I was now being pumped relentlessly from behind while the other woman was being fucked from the opposite direction. It was a struggle to keep our lips locked as we were moving in opposite directions at different tempos. We managed to sloppily French kiss which I'm sure amused our mistress'. The girl below took the worst of that as gravity assured her that my saliva would drip on her face. I didn't care, though. I was too close to cumming to worry about her. I rocked my ass back on my unknown assailant trying to match my movements to her thrusts. I am pretty adept at maximizing my own pleasure by matching my partner's lunges. I was no less successful tonight and soon the girl beneath me received a scream of release in the middle of our lip lock. I suddenly felt dizzy as my orgasm rushed through my body and the rolled off my knees onto my side. I could hear the other woman cumming as my orgasm apparently triggered her own. The air in the room was saturated with female musk and then, suddenly silent. The two of us were spent and our mistresses still had not said a word.

*** Rose's POV ***

As humiliated as I was to be standing on the balcony before we entered the room, as soon as I was tied back to the bed I was excited by the prospect of being fucked by a stranger. I had assumed it would be a man who would take me. I was shocked, although I'm not sure why, that it was a woman. The shape of the dildo was different from Jeannie's. I wondered if all women chose a different strap-on so they can feel unique like how every cock is a little different. Whatever the reason, this woman filled me better than Jeannie did. It was an amazing sensation. I was receiving the fucking of my young life and at the same time somebody else was getting fucked right next to me. I wished I wasn't wearing the blindfold so I could see my partner and the other woman. I suddenly had the thought of how cool it would be if there was a mirror on the ceiling and we both could see each other while we were fucked.

After some time and two small orgasms, I felt a pair of lips brush against mine. I didn't want to let them get away so I stretched my neck to try and reach them. Whoever they belonged to knew how to kiss. It was a major turn on and when she came, my brain exploded in a massive release. I was left panting on the bed trying to catch my breath. If this was the payback for having Jeannie leave me on the street corner, the cost was minimal. It was probably the best orgasm of my young life.

The room was quiet as I began to calm down. I anticipated Jeannie removing the blindfold, but she didn't. I did feel my bindings being removed. I considered removing my own blindfold, but I waited for direction from my mistress.

No vocal instructions happened, but I did feel my arm being pulled in the direction of the other bed. I guessed I was going to have to service the other woman again. I was half right. I was positioned on my back and the other woman lay on top of me in a 69. I heard a woman's voice I didn't recognize tell us to pleasure each other. The woman's pussy was very juicy from the fucking she had just received. I knew she would be having the same reaction when her tongue first made contact with my slit. I'm not sure how to describe my emotional reaction at that moment. I had just experienced one of the best orgasms of my life at the hands of a stranger and now I was licking another woman's pussy while she ate mine. As of one week ago I'd never even kissed a girl and now I could think of nothing else.

I did my best to make the woman cum, but it wasn't easy. I could tell she was giving a fine effort with me too, but it was hard for me to peak again so soon. I could hear the sound of a woman playing with herself at the side of the bed. We may not be making each other cum, but apparently our show was making somebody happy.

Although neither of us came again, whoever was standing to my left sure did. I even had a finger put under my nose so I could smell the evidence. It must have been Jeannie because as she drew the finger over my nostrils I heard the same voice that instructed us to gratify each other complain that neither of us had cum. Apparently that was what she wanted to see. She told Jeannie to help her get us up to a standing position. I was tingling with excitement to see what would happen next.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I felt two strong hands help me to my feet. I was then moved over to the wall where the bed was originally located. I felt two hands take my wrists and push my hands against the wall spread as if I was being arrested. I then felt a foot kicking my legs apart until I was basically standing spreadeagled in front of the wall. I knew the other girl was being positioned next to me. Her right hand was paced over my left and her right foot was against mine. We were not given instructions. We just had to wait in silence.

I heard the whistle of a leather strap before it struck. I was poised for the snap of the crop, but instead it hit the other woman. Of course she screamed. I heard the air moving again and guessed I would be next. I was right. I didn't scream, though. The blow was not that hard. It was really a love tap I guessed to warm our butts. Either that or she got hit much harder. We each got 10 spanks, 5 on each cheek. I wiggled my ass a bit to entice them to use more force, but they were remarkably consistent in their strength. I then felt cool gel being applied to my warm ass. Immediately I knew what was coming next. I bent myself over a little to show I was OK with getting penetrated up the butt. I was remarkably relaxed given the situation and my tormentor had little difficultly putting the plug up my ass. It wasn't the largest one I'd ever worn, but I was still pretty full. Judging from the sounds next to me, my submission partner was not as experienced as I in taking a plug. She fought the insertion. I could tell by the sounds that one of the women had to hold her while the other plugged her. I would put money down that she just earned more punishment.

Instead they seemed to be giving her pleasure. Her scream transformed quickly into a mew of pleasure. Before I could wonder what they were doing to her, I felt a finger begin to rub my pussy and clit. Soon I too was joining her in a chorus of happy sounds. These women were playing us like fine instruments and I loved my mistress for it. They played with us long enough to get us good and wet. We were then backed away from the wall but not all the way to the beds.

I felt my arms being wrapped around the other woman. She felt so good. Her skin was very soft and she had the body of an athlete. To nobody's surprise, except maybe the girl, my cuffs were clipped behind her back. She was positioned the same way with her wrists clipped behind me. We were now standing toe to toe bound to each other. I didn't wait for an order to begin kissing her. Now that she was in a more neutral position, she kissed me back with a fiery determination.

I tried to imagine what we must have looked like bound together and making out for our mistress' pleasure. The girl certainly knew how to use her tongue and her passion was working wonders on my libido. I could feel my juices leaking onto my thigh as I began to grind my crotch against her. She quickly got the message and soon we were pushing our pussies together. Our bodies were locked together. Our sensitive flesh melded against sensitive flesh in an embrace that focused our passion as our mouths met. I forgot where I was and that I was being watched. My arousal was peaking and I started to feel like I could cum without the aid of a finger or toy on my clit. The girl's tongue was ruthless in its pursuit of my own and I wanted it between my legs again. I pulled my head back at shouted to my mistress, "Please, please mistress, make her eat me!" There was no immediate response and I quickly found myself begging again to serve the unknown woman in front of me.

Almost on cue I felt the blindfold being removed. The first thing I recognized was Jeannie. What the hell was she doing here? I can tell you what she was doing. She was removing the blindfold from the girl I was bound against and whose talented tongue had been driving me wild. I felt the flush of sexual excitement drain from my body. I knew who it was even before the blindfold was removed allowing me to look into my daughter's eyes. I was in shock. My legs gave way and I felt like I was going to faint. Rose was basically holding me up. I could see in her eyes that she was as shocked as me. I felt Rose maneuvering me over to the bed. We fell tethered together to the mattress landing in a heap of female flesh. I was breathing hard and starting to hyperventilate. I struggled to voice any kind of objection to Nicole.

"How could you do this to us?" I pleaded in a raspy voice as I looked up at my mistress.

I felt my cuffs being removed and soon both Rose and I were free from our forced embrace. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. My world had just crashed down around me. Nicole began to explain.

"Actually you have your daughter to thank for everything," my mistress began. Rose immediately interjected, "What?" I saw Jeannie spank her bottom. "Don't interrupt," she scolded Rose.

"Rose caught you being your naughty self when you were masturbating in your living room with the windows open. She was shocked and told Jeannie. I've known Jeannie for years and she knew I had a particular appetite for older submissive women. You were such an easy mark to seduce. I could tell from the moment we first met you were ripe for the taking. When Jeannie told me she wanted to seduce your daughter, I knew eventually we would have to bring you together as a team."

I heard the words but I wasn't really comprehending the meaning right then.

"I think they need some time alone. Maybe we should go next door and let them talk," Jeannie said to Nicole.

"That's a good idea," Nicole agreed.

*** Rose's POV ***

I was struggling to come to terms with what had just happened. I had just made out with my mum and it had been so hot. Although I had had an orgasm while watching her with Nichole I never imagined that we'd ever do anything together. But like so many recent things I'd done under Jeannie's direction that I wouldn't otherwise have done, this was thrilling. If I could get past giving a sex show in a public bar then a little thing like incest should be easy. I looked again at the hot sexy woman who happened to be my mom and my body tingled as I remembered the session that we just had. I felt an urge to kiss her again, to kiss her lips, to kiss her breasts, to kiss her all over. Was that really so wrong? And, if Jeannie ordered it did I really have a choice? At that moment I just wanted to hold my mom tight and let whatever happened happen. However I could see that mom, unlike me, was still deeply conflicted.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I rolled over enough to watch our mistresses walk out the door. Then I looked at Rose. Summoning all of my remaining strength I got off the bed and stood up. Rose got off the bed too and we began just staring at each other. Finally I found my voice.

"I'm sorry I got you involved in this," I told her.

"I'm not. I've really found myself with Jeannie. She's released my inner slut just like Nicole has done with you," she said.

"You really think I'm a slut?" I asked her.

"I think we are both very passionate women who needed to be told what to do in order to act out our inner most desires. At least that's what I feel is happening to me. Ever since dad and you split up you needed to get laid and Nicole gave you what you needed and more."

I sighed because I knew she was right.

*** Nicole's POV ***

As Jeannie and I headed back to the other room I was very concerned that we had pushed this too far. I mean, both Sandra and Rose are consenting adults and nobody was going to get hurt, but still, maybe putting them together was a taboo I should not have crossed. I asked Jeannie what she thought and she said she felt everything would be OK.

In the room we were both eager to eavesdrop so we grabbed glasses from the bathroom sink area. We each sat on one of the beds and put the glasses to the wall. We could hear their discussion pretty well. From what I gathered Sandra was having more of an issue than Rose. Rose confessed to her mom that her time with Jeannie had been the most exciting of her young life and that she had no intention of stopping now. She said she now understood that she had been born a submissive, craved the touch of a mistress and knew Jeannie was right for her. She told her mom she was in love with Jeannie. Both Jeannie and I pulled our ears off the glasses and looked at each other. She was smiling at Rose's pronouncement. I felt very happy for her. We returned our ears to the glasses on the wall. I wanted to hear Sandra confirm what I hoped was true for her. Namely that she was in love with me and there was no way she would give up now. We were surprised that the room had gone silent. There was no conversation going on at all. Jeannie and I both looked at each other again. Perhaps I had misjudged Sandra. Perhaps you can push a mother too far even if she is a submissive.

*** Rose's POV ***

I could see by the look on my mom's face when I pledged my love to my best friend that my mom knew the consequences of my confession. She didn't respond. We sat there staring at each other for the longest time. I could tell she was fighting an internal struggle. Clearly she felt the same submissive calling that I did. I knew she loved Sandra even if she would not admit it now. At the same time I knew she loved me and I wondered if that would manifest itself as a protection action against Nicole and Jeannie or acceptance that if Jeannie made me happy then this was what was right for me. I continued to stare into her eyes.

*** Sandra's POV ***

I wasn't sure how to respond to Rose. I just sat there like a zombie. My natural instinct was one of flight. But what she had said about this being the most exciting relationship she ever had held true for me too. I could only imagine what other adventures Nicole had planned for me. The question in my mind was whether I could get past having been so turned on by being with my daughter. She was a great kisser and our embrace when we were locked together was one of the most passionate moments of my life. Could we ever go back to a normal relationship? Would I want her tongue between my thighs every time I saw her? Would I instinctively drop to my knees before her if she asked? I continued to stare at her as my mind raced through all the possibilities. While in a way I was glad Nicole and Jeannie had left us alone, it would have been so much easier if they had stayed and just ordered me to have sex with her again. I can't resist Nicole and if she commanded me that would have made things easier. If Nicole simply bent me too her will, my being with Rose wouldn't count as incest, would it? It would be just like when we had been blindfolded. At least that is what I tried to tell myself.

*** Jeannie's POV ***

"Do you think we went too far Nicole? I'm worried that we don't hear anything? Do you think they left?" I questioned.

"No, we would have heard them if they walked out. Plus you've got Rose's clothes so she's not going anywhere. By the way, she looked nice on the street corner. I was worried that Sandra would recognize her and blow the whole night, but we got lucky. I think you should dress her like that and have her hang out at Liz's bar."

"Can we bring Sandra along to watch?" I asked.

"I'd love that but I'm not sure I'll be seeing Sandra after tonight. I'm getting a bad vibe from this silence. How much fun would it be to put a remote controlled egg inside her and then tease her while her daughter fended off some men at the bar. I'd love to watch her squirm. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.

*** Rose's POV ***

I continued to stare at my mother. Finally I started to see her defenses coming down. She'd made a decision. But would she yell at me or embrace me?

*** Sandra's POV ***

As I looked at Rose I saw a face of love. Love for Jeannie and love for me. I wanted to protect her, but more than that I wanted her to be happy. I reached forward and gave her a big tight hug.

"Be careful honey. Submission can be a powerful thing. It makes you do things you would not normally do and some of which probably are not a good idea. I'm OK with you being with Jeannie, but I don't see how I can carry on with Nicole," I told her.

I started to pull away from her but Rose grabbed me and pulled me into another tight embrace. She then began to kiss me. It wasn't a loving peck on the cheek from your daughter. It was another fiery tongue in your mouth meant to turn-your-knees-to-jelly lust fueled kiss. When our lips parted a strand of saliva kept up connected and hung in the air.

"I'm not letting you quit, mom," she said. "We both know how much you need this. I want you to be happy too."

Rose moved in close again this time like a predator. I'd seen the look in her eyes before when Nicole would take me. Being submissive helped Rose understood what I liked and what I needed. Her passion overwhelmed me and any resistance I felt quickly faded away. We fell back onto the bed in a tangled mess of arm, legs and tongues. My brain knew it was wrong, but my lust overruled any semblance of restraint. I kissed her back as hard as I'd ever kissed another person. I felt Rose's hands begin to run all over my body. There was no stopping her as she began to maul my breasts and pinch my nipples. I should not have been getting excited, but I was. When her hand moved down my body and found my now very wet pussy, I moaned.

*** Nicole's POV ***

Jeannie and I were still sitting with our heads pressed against glasses on the wall. The deafening silenced was shattered by a loud moan. I recognized it immediately as Sandra. I jumped up and hopped over to Jeannie and gave her a hug. We had not destroyed the family after all. Jeannie was still trying to listen. I was more interested in celebrating so I pulled her away from the wall and pushed her onto the bed.

*** Rose's POV ***

My mom's reaction to my kisses and fondling was pretty much as I expected. I knew she had that level of lust in her and just needed a little nudge to let it out. My fingers danced against her clit making her squeal. She was a volcano just waiting to erupt. Leaving her lips, I kissed my way down her body. I never knew she had such spectacular nipples. I sucked on them both for about a minute. It had been over two decades since I'd done that only now it was for pleasure and not sustenance. My mom was holding my head tight while I feasted on her breasts. However she quickly released me when she felt me wanting to move further south to her waiting pussy and I slid off the bed. Although I'd already eaten her earlier when I was wearing the blindfold, this felt like the first time. I relished her taste as I dove my tongue between her soft folds. I had no sense of wrong as I lapped at her flowing nectar. Her continual animal grunts urged me on. I expected Jeannie and Nicole to barge back through the door to stop her from cumming without permission although I prayed they would not before I could finish her.

Fortunately for both of us, the door remained closed and soon mom shuddered through a violent and loud orgasm. I felt proud giving her that much pleasure and hoped I could do it again soon. Mom lay on the bed worn out from my tongue and the pleasure she had received. I thought she might just fall asleep. I hoped she would return the favor and gratify me, but it was clear she would need some time. So I just climbed back into the bed and nuzzled up to her and held her tight. I held her there for a while, both of us naked and happy, until I heard a knock on the wall. I'd almost forgotten. Our mistresses were in the next room. I tapped on my mom rousing her from her post-orgasmic coma.

"I think we're supposed to go next door," I told her while pointing toward the wall.

She nodded and we rolled out of the bed. I took the lead and held her hand and we walked outside as naked as the day we were born. It was late and the night air was cool and still. Before she knocked on the door my mom said that if we walked through the door our lives would never be the same. She asked if I understood what that meant and I nodded yes. She got down on her knees and tugged on my hand to indicate I should follow her. I watched as she cupped her breasts and held them up. I did the same. She then dropped her right breast and knocked on the door quickly grabbing her breast again when she was done.

We didn't have to wait long. The door swung open. Nicole was standing there. She was wearing a strap-on. I looked past her and I saw my mistress face down on the bed. Her butt was in the air and her asshole was gaping. Nicole asked which of us had the noisy orgasm without permission. Mom immediately admitted to her transgression.

"You'll be punished later, but first you are going to clean my cock so I can fuck your daughter. Do you have any objections?" Mistress Nicole asked.

I looked at my mom and we both answered in unison, "No mistress."