Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the other fandoms referenced in this fic. I don't know any of the actresses referenced in this fiction and I am making no money from it (as if) - please see author's notes for full disclaimer.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 3: Coming out of her shell

When Joyce woke the next morning the warmth of Faith’s body was a comforting reassurance against hers. It made her feel completely at ease with herself and Faith made love to her again, taking her vigorously from behind with the strap-on before sending her to make breakfast.
As she did so she found herself musing on the day before. She realised how much she’d learned about herself, about her feelings, about her desires.
She smiled at Faith affectionately and her heart trembled as the young woman returned her smile with one of her own – a brilliant flash of perfect white teeth and pink lips – perfect, kissable lips.
She felt content in herself. Yes, her body ached and she felt weary again, used; but she felt content, satisfied as if she had crossed another line on her journey into submission and servitude; a line that she knew marked her progress towards becoming something new; something completely sexual.
When she turned to take the breakfast pancakes to her lover her panties were damp again. She realised that Faith promise that she would always be wet with desire and willing – ready for whatever her lover might demand of her in future – was coming true.
***
There had been no sign of either of Joyce’s daughters for some days. It was something for which both of the lovers were grateful to have been spared given their relationship’s infancy.
When Dawn appeared therefore, returning from yet another sleep-over at Janice’s, it came as something of a surprise, threatening to disrupt the peaceful, cocoon they had occupied for the last few days.
If she seemed vaguely surprised to see Faith sitting in sweats, eating pancakes in the living room though, she seem to didn’t show it dashing through, unspeaking, heading for the bathroom. And she did not pay any notice to Joyce, naked except for a tiny pink baby-doll nightie and an apron as she busied herself at the stove.
Or if she did, seeming lost in reverie of her own, she didn’t spare her another glance.
Joyce heard the shower running. Faith grinned.
“Happy chick! Guess she got hers last night too!”
Joyce looked appalled. “B-but sh-she’s only 17…”
Faith shrugged, finishing her pancakes.
“I guess…but I lost mine a lot earlier than that…Jane Hill…skinny and blonde…she was on the track squad – great legs…and easily opened! Just like yours really Sweetness…and the things she learned to do with her tongue…mmmm…damn were we in love! You would not believe the places we’d find to fuck…until her mom found out and stopped us seeing each other…bitch!”
As Joyce looked sideways at her lover, a tinge of futile jealousy bloomed inside her at the mention of Faith’s first conquest. “Well I don’t think I like the idea that Dawn is sexually active.”
“Aw come on Joyce – she’s a healthy teenage girl – all them hormones poppin’ like crazy. She must be probably permanently on heat. She’s probably jilling her bean in the shower right now!”
“Please Faith, honey – I really don’t want to think about that!”
Again Faith shrugged. “Well I guess you don’t have to – but I don’t know as there’s much you can do about it Sweetness. That genie is not going back in the bottle! I mean you can try to do what Mrs Hill did to me an’ her daughter…but you know that ain’t gonna work with Dawnie either. She’s just gonna do it anyway and it’s gonna back-fire on you so bad…Jane and her mom stopped talking…far as I know they still don’t.”
Despite everything Joyce recognised the description of her daughter.
“Besides – how’s it gonna look when you tell her about me and you – if you’re tellin’ her same time that she can’t sleep with Janice?”
Confusion made Joyce frown.
“I-I…I don’t know. I mean I haven’t really thought about how I’m going to tell Dawn – or Buffy – yet.”
“Well you better – because they’re gonna start getting suspicious soon enough – I mean what happens if I want some pussy, or I have to spank you while they’re watchin’ TV or something. Dawnie’s been out mostly, so far but she can’t keep being conveniently out – even if she is getting plenty.”
“Oh! Oh my! Joyce quailed.
While Faith’s smile was gentle, affectionate there was a sharp edge to it that made Joyce shudder. The younger woman stood up crossing, prowling, her hips swaying, her eyes dark, to where Joyce stood.
Settling a hand on the older woman’s bottom, squeezing possessively she said; “Listen Joyce honey – it’s ok – I’m here…I’m with you babe. I’m on your side...and I’ll look after you. That’s the other half of the deal Sweetness…but I want the world to know you belong to me. I want to walk down the street with my hand on your neck…or on your ass…I want everyone to know I’m doing you…I want *everyone* you meet…everyone at the Gallery…or at the supermarket to know that when you get home at night you gotta take care of this!” She gestured at herself with a thumb. “I want everyone to know you’re mine…*my* slutty housewife whore…and I don’t want to wait much longer! I just reckon it’s past time we outted you…”
Joyce blanched shuddering.
“B-but…I-I…I d-don’t understand darling…I-I…I mean…what about yesterday? On the street…after lunch?” she stammered as Faith’s hand continued its intimate exploration of her bottom. Sliding into the crease of her buttocks to find her secret knot she pressed through the scant, inadequate protection of Joyce’s gauze see thru panties with a finger. “Oh-ooooffffhhh…” she gasped, moaning. Her head spinning she was unable to say more.
“Yeah…it’s part of why I made you take your panties off today Sweetness and it’s why I made such a show of your slutty ass at the maul…it’s all part of your training Joyce…and so is telling Dawnie…”
The taut mouth of Joyce’s sphincter resisted her lover’s finger but the pressure made her shake. She found herself arching a little pressing herself back towards the threatened invasion.
“Mm-nnn…” she whimpered softly. Faith’s other hand palmed her breasts squeezing.
“Listen Sweetness,” Faith’s voice was softer, soothing. “I can be right there beside you – holding your hand – when you tell her if you want. Dawnie needs to see it’s for real as well. She needs to know that you’re mine; that you belong to me. And you *need* to tell her! ”
Her finger moved in tight swirling circles around her butt-hole that teased and tormented her making her sphincter flutter. The pressure through her panties grew stronger.
“Nnnuhnnnnhh…”
“Now you’re gonna go up there now Sweetness ‘an you’re gonna tell D all about it…or you can wait and it’s gonna be a heckuva shock when she comes down and find you on your knees with my dick in your ass!”
“Oh my…” Joyce gasped. “M-my a-ass…ohh…oooooohhhhhhhh!”
Her panties stretched as her bottom began to surrender allowing the pressure of Faith’s finger to breach the resistance of her knot. Joyce’s eyes widened; her hips shook. Her clit throbbed and she found herself bearing down to take the finger to its first knuckle.
It felt huge, searing, the material that encased it rough inside her secret place.
“Oooooohhhhfhhhh!” she moaned.
“Yeah – this cherry needs poppin’ soon.” Faith said slyly – but I’d rather do that later…mmmm…fun though it would be to bust your virgin little heiney right now – maybe see if we can make you squeal loud enough to bring Dawnie running it’s a pleasure I want to save for when we can take our time and fuck your ass nice and slow…ream out your ass properly…”
Trembling, Joyce whimpered fear and lust churning inside her.
“Ohhhh…ohhhhhhh!” Joyce gasped as Faith’s finger made small movements inside her rectum while at the same time her other hand traced a path from her nipples, down her stomach to her crotch.
Automatically, obediently, unbidden Joyce’s thighs parted.
“Of course Dawnie might just find you getting your ass whupped or with my pussy in your mouth – but I don’t know that would be a whole lot easier for you!”
“Ooooooooohhh…oooooofffff!” Joyce’s hips shook as she gasped, her sphincter twitching around her lover’s finger.
“Or spanking your pussy…” Faith continued.
“Ohhhhh-owwwww! Ahh! Ohh! Haaowww!” Joyce cried as her young lover smacked her, a brief flurry of sharp, moderately hard spanks curling upwards between her legs to land with agonising pain on her sex.
“Oooooaaaaahhhh!” The spanks quickly ended but Faith’s hand lingered on her sex, rubbing her inflamed heat through her panties.
“And besides,” she continued seamlessly. “What happens if someone talks Sweetness? Dawnie could just hear it from someone else first. It’s not like you’re only going to be seen in Pink Tango, Joyce. We’ve been pretty public the last few days – I reckon *plenty* of people saw that little kerbside show yesterday you put on yesterday. What if one of Dawnie’s friends saw you getting your panties off in the street? What if one of them who saw you getting fucked in the parking lot the other day? Or just around the mall dressed like a tramp? What happens if someone talks to your daughters?”
In a sudden confusing roil of arousal and sensation Joyce struggled to take in what Faith was saying. Up until now she had felt an undeniable thrill in the idea that their relationship had been their secret – hers and Faith’s. She had begun to savour that sense of taboo; of having an intimate, dirty, little secret. And though she had known that their recent shopping expedition had hardly been discrete; and she was fully aware that someone was likely to have seen her removing her panties on a street corner she had managed to convince herself that the little world she and Faith occupied was theirs alone. Now, it struck her how unsecretive they had been. She had understood why Faith had made her do those things and now it began to dawn on her that the bush telegraph would be starting to hum with gossip. Sunnydale was not a big place. It was only a matter of time before her secret lesbian love affair was a not so secret matter of public knowledge.
She shuddered at the realisation feeling a different thrill; or it might have been the way that Faith played her body.
“Uh-uh-uhh,” she panted. “B-but I-I d-don’t know what to s-say.”
“You’ll think of something…you’re a good mom Joyce – you always know what to say to your daughters…”
“Ohhhmmmmmpffff!” Joyce’s moan was stifled as Faith’s mouth claimed hers, her tongue spearing in between her lips to plunder. “Mmmmmuhmmmphhhh-mmmoooommmmpppfhhhhhnnnnn.”
Finding herself leaning hard into Faith, her body quivering, caught between the younger woman’s threefold attentions, she gasped for air as she found herself submerged by sensation and her own arousal. Ready to surrender again the prickles that presaged orgasm crackled through her; up her spine; down her belly.
But then, suddenly, it was all over – too soon.
“Ohhhh….” She groaned as Faith released her, fingers stilling, tongue withdrawing.
“Huh-hufff…mmmm…ohhhh…” Joyce moaned pitifully, complaining at the loss.
Faith’s grin was wicked. She continued.
“But for now – before you go for work – I want you to go explain everything to Dawnie…”
“B-but I-I d-don’t know what to say…”
“Oh I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Faith said with a wink. “Just tell her the truth…tell her *everything*! It’s best to be honest Sweetness…”
“Oh…b-but I-I d-don’t know…i-i-if I c-can d-do that…”
“Not offering you a choice Sweetness – well I guess I am – I mean you can go up there now and confess all to Dawnie or you can say ‘no’ and then I can spank you and *then* you can go up and tell her everything anyway…assuming she doesn’t come down to see what all your wailing is about…”
“Ohhh…” Joyce whined in response. “B-but F-Faith…”
“Do as you’re told Joyce!” Faith’s voice was flat, heavy, hard. “Or do you *want* your ass paddling first?”
“Ohhh…ok…” Joyce sighed, her face glum, distraught.
“I mean *now* Joyce!”
“Ok! Ok! Y-yes ma’am…I-I’m going,” the older woman replied with a whine of petulance that would have befitted her teenage daughter.
“And don’t sulk Joyce,” Faith rasped. “If I wanted a brat for a girlfriend I’d be banging one of your daughters!”
“S-sorry Faith honey,” Joyce replied hurriedly, cowed by her lover’s sudden sharpness. “I-I d-didn’t mean to make you mad darling.”
Faith nodded. “Yeah…well…that’s good Sweetness…but make sure you don’t ok?” As she released Joyce from their embrace she took a step behind her to aim a crisp spank at the older woman’s rump, swatting her hard across the shapely expanse, making her jump and gasp.
“Ohhhh-oooooh!”
“Now off you go,” Faith commanded. “And get dressed for work when you’re done…I’ve chosen your clothes for today…they’re on the bed…”
Propelled forwards by the sharp smack Joyce scampered, tripping lightly towards the door. “Yes ma’am!” she said with breathless obedience as she went.
Faith listened carefully as Joyce’s feet sounded on the stairs. The shower had finished running and she could hear as Joyce knocked on the bathroom door, calling softly to Dawn.

“Mom?” Dawn said opening the door, a perplexed note in her voice that was reflected in her face. Joyce thought she looked flushed – ‘maybe from the shower’, Joyce thought. Dawn’s short robe did little to conceal her lithe young body – or indeed the hickeys on her lower neck.
For some reason she couldn’t name she found herself blushing at the sight of her daughter’s legs and cleavage.
“D-D-Dawnie…h-hi…” she stammered, her blushing embarrassment deepening as Dawn appeared to notice now, what she was wearing.
“Mom? A-are you ok?” Dawn asked and then paused, looking Joyce up and down, taking in her scant outfit, eyes widening at her mothers state of lingerie clad, near nakedness. “Wh-why are you dressed like that? Maybe put some clothes on…” she frowned again. “You know while Faith’s hanging round…””
Looking back on the awkward situation Dawn’s question probably made it a little easier – not that it was ever going to be easy.
“W-well…th-that’s it really sweetheart,” Joyce began. “You see Dawnie, this is…well…” She took a deep breath. “I-it’s how Faith wants me to be dressed…when we’re at home.”
“Faith?” Dawn frowned in confusion. “I-I d-don’t think I understand…what *is* Faith doing here anyway? Buffy’s not been back for days.”
“Sh-she’s not here for Buffy – she’s here for me Dawn.”
Dawn frowned again, her brows furrowing deeply.
“For *you*?”
“Yes…for me. She’s…err…well…sh-she’s m-moving in.”
Again Dawn’s frown grew deeper.
“Y-you mean into Buffy’s room?” she asked, her tone doubtful as a strange, uncomfortable thought seemed to occur to her.
“Err…n-no…” Joyce continued gamely. “She’s going to move in with me…a-as m-my…” Joyce paused. She was still not quite certain how to describe her relationship to the younger woman yet. She was only beginning to understand her own place in their relationship herself – but what was Faith to her? Her girlfriend? Lover? Partner? Wife? Mistress? “…into my room…with me…” she compromised.
Dawn’s eyes bugged wide.
“Like…as in your *girlfriend*?” she asked in disbelief.
Joyce blushed again.
“Well…yes…I guess so…”
“You’re…*sleeping* with Faith?”
“Well…there hasn’t been much sleeping,” she replied with a coy smile and a renewed blush. “But…yeah…”
“Eww! Gross! I mean…you…and Faith…oh my God…but she’s…and you’re…ewwww……just *gross*! I do *not* want to hear this!”
Joyce frowned. “What’s gross Dawn? What do you mean? Is she too hot for me? Am I too old for her? What?”
“Yes mom! Well…no…not exactly – but you know – the age thing…it’s kinda…well pervy…she’s…like 20!” She paused briefly. “And…I mean…you know…a-and it’s like…you’re *gay*? You’re a lesbian now?”
Joyce shrugged. Now that it came to it – it didn’t seem too hard to say so.
“Well…yes…I guess I am…I-I suppose I must have always been a bit gay…though I think I’m only just finding out.” She pause before correcting herself. “Faith is helping me to realise it. But I’m not just sleeping with Faith…she’s helping teach me a lot of things about myself…about my sexuality…”
“Ewww…*mom* really – you know there’s such a thing as over-sharing…and anyway...why are you telling me this?
“Dawnie – you see I have to…” Joyce answered honestly.
“Have to?”
“Yes – I have to tell you – Faith told me to…she ordered me to.”
“Ordered you? How do you mean *ordered you*?”
“I mean exactly that…y-you see…” Joyce took another deep breath. “You see it’s not like you think…Faith isn’t like some toy…like a young woman infatuated with an older lover. I didn’t you know…h-hit on her. I didn’t offer to let her live here if she sleeps with me. I-it’s the other way round really…*I* didn’t seduce *her*…”
Dawn shook her head in disbelief at what she was hearing as her mother continued.
“You see…*she* seduced *me*…and she’s…well…she’s taken charge of me…she’s in charge of me now…I’m *hers*…I mean I actually *belong* to her…completely…”
“You *belong* to her?”
“Yes…I belong to her…and I have to do everything she wants…she owns me…”
“Owns you?” Dawn asked breathlessly. “You mean…you mean like a…like a…a slave?”
“Well…” Joyce blushed deeper now that they were coming to it. “Y-yes…perhaps…I suppose so. Sh-she’s teaching me to be…well…” she paused taking a deep breath. “She’s training me to be submissive…to be her bottom. But I’m not quite her slave…it’s more…domestic. Like a housewife…*her* obedient, attentive, hot, slutty little housewife. I’m going to look after her…like I used to look after your dad…only…well with more sex…a lot more sex!” She shrugged, hesitating before carrying on. “And s-spanking…a lot of spanking!” she said with the warmth of her passion, blushing again and she smiled, wagging her eyebrows. “I’m have to be ready for her…*all* the time…for her to make love to me…whenever she wants…and if I’m not…well she spanks me.”
“Spanks you? Mom!” Dawn squeaked. “Ohh…oh m-my…” she seemed to pant a little as she spoke.
“You see Dawnie – sweetheart – I-I w-want this! Really I do! I want her to be in charge of me…to keep me under control…to decide what happens to me. I want her to force me…to take charge of me and to punish me when I’m bad, or disobedient, or any time I’m not ready for her…or…just, sometimes, when she wants to…”
The words seemed to tumble out of her now and it became a sort of catharsis, a declaration that seemed to set in stone in her mind, in her very psyche, things that had been until now fluid and incompletely understood.
Despite Dawn’s gaping mouth she continued.
“I don’t want her to give me a choice…*any* choice! I can’t be *hers* like that and be free to decide how I have to behave or choose what to do and how to dress…or when I’m ready for sex…or a thousand other things…and that means she has to be able to do things to me that I don’t like. I know I’m going to get spanked a lot…whether I want it or I deserve it or not…but that’s because *I* need to I know that I have no choice except to obey…there have to be consequences – painful consequences – otherwise it’s not real. I’m not *hers* if I can refuse anything she wants.”
“But mom…”
“It’s OK Dawnie – I’ve realised it’s what I want. I want her to own my slutty ass…I want to belong to her. I want her to decide what happens to me and if I’m going to belong to her then I have to let her do whatever she wants to me – whether I like it or not!”
She was breathless when she finished.
Dawn looked at her in shock, completely taken aback at her mother’s confession. She shook her head in a dazed confusion as if Joyce’s words were in an alien tongue. Her mouth opened and closed silently for several moments.
“B-but…a-are y-you *sure* mom?” she finally stammered.
Joyce looked at her younger daughter and smiled again.
“Yes… I really am. I just want to be hers…her good obedient, little, slutty, housewife. I-I...” she took a deep breath. “I think I might be falling in love with her…”
Dawn’s look of shock changed, morphing into one of amazement.
“Oh my,” she said. “In love?”
“Well…” she blushed again. “Y-yes…I…I know it’s quick but…it’s been…so intense…I just can’t help myself…”
“For real?”
“Yes dear…for real…I’m falling in love with Faith. I really am!”
The teen took a breath.
“Well…I guess I can understand that mom…” she said with a sort of coy smile of her own. “I’m glad you’re happy with Faith mom…even with all the kinky weirdness…” her eyes narrowed and a thoughtful look came over her.
“Thank you Dawnie,” Joyce smiled warmly, relief in her voice...
“I-it’s ok b-but I better get dressed now mom – I’m meeting Janice before school.”
“But didn’t you just come from hers?” Joyce looked closely at her daughter, thinking about Faith’s earlier words. She noticed the hickeys on her neck once again.
“Well…yeah…” Dawn seemed to be about to add something further only to pause. “And we agreed to meet again before school…” she finished with a shrug and it was clear she wasn’t going to say anything more.
“Oh…ok,” Joyce said uncertain what else to say. “Y-you know you can tell me anything don’t you sweetie?”
“After what you just told me Mom – I should hope *so*!” Dawn replied with a thoughtful expression.
“Well ok then. Now I need the bathroom Dawnie…”
“Oh – yeah – of course,” the teen replied, stepping to one side. “Sorry mom.”
As she moved past her into the bathroom Joyce did not see Dawn’s eyes follow her closely, or the calculating look on her face.
Once again the water of the shower was both relaxing and stimulating. Normally Joyce might have masturbated in the shower but these were not normal times for her and she knew she was no longer permitted that self indulgence. So, by the time she shut off the water to step out she was flushed with frustrated desire. Sighing she dried herself off trying not to think of her lover downstairs. After her shower Joyce gathered her thoughts and headed for the bedroom that she now shared with her dominant young lover.
Just as Faith had told her to expect she found her clothes for the day laid out on the bed. Once again she recognised everything from their shopping trip: a dark blue, pleated mini-skirt and a white satin blouse; white panties; black garters and stockings and a pair of mid height heels in black patent leather. There was no bra. Her lover had been very taken with the skirt when she had seen it on the rail. Joyce felt a frisson as she held it up inspecting it critically.
Discarding her towel, she put her baby-doll carefully, in the hamper and stepped into the panties. Cut high over her hips they weren’t quite a thong but they covered little of her bottom. They were white and stark in contrast with the black garter belt and charcoal stockings that accompanied them; and she realised that the combination could only be described as trashy.
The effect was then brought home to her more even strongly when she slipped on the skirt. Pleated, it flared slightly coming to mid-thigh and it was clear that she would at times, bare her thighs, flashing her stocking tops and garters and, if not careful, her panties.
The effect was not made less striking by the blouse either. Plain, white; it served to compliment the skirt and add to the generally slutty impression. Close fitted and sheer it left little to the imagination and without a bra her breasts strained against it her nipples standing out, clearly visible through the thin material.
‘Oh my!’ she breathed to herself nervously.
She painted her lips a deep, pouting red and darkened her eyes and cheeks, piling her hair on top of her head. She was determined to make sure Faith would appreciate and approve of her appearance. If the woman she loved wanted everyone she met to see a strumpet that was what she was going to let them see. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw exactly that.
‘Like a slutty school-girl…’ she mused and the prospect of a day at work dressed as she was made her shiver with embarrassment. But she felt that undeniable itch, a trickling heat between her thighs at the humiliating prospect of go out dressed as she now was.
Unsurprisingly Faith was delighted by her appearance when she appeared. Her hair was damp from the shower. Her short towelling robe covered little of her spectacular body and Joyce shuddered at the sight.
“Mmmmm…nice…” Faith purred, flipping Joyce’s skirt up to check out her underwear. “*Slutty!* You know I might just send you to Sunnydale High sometime…see if you can pass for a trampy High School Senior…who puts out for anyone…”
“Oh...oh n-no…Faith! Y-you w-wouldn’t!” Joyce stammered, shaking with alarm. “They’d know straight away I was a fraud!”
“Oh I dunno…with the right hair and make-up I reckon you might pass Sweetness…besides if you go dressed like this – no-one will be paying too much notice to how old you look. They’ll be too busy staring at your tits and looking up your skirt! And wondering if you put out as easily as you look…which is what most of your customers will be doing today!”
“Ohhh…”
“Might even be good for business! I reckon you are gonna have ‘em lining up for you today…” She wagged her eyebrows. “…I mean for your merchandise of course,” she said correcting herself with a grin.
“Oh g-gosh…” Joyce could only stammer as Faith continued.
“With that amount of flesh on show Sweetness,” Faith continued. “I expect all of Sunnydale to be getting an interest in art! You’re gonna be the talk of the town!”
Joyce blushed at Faith’s words.
“Do you think so?” she asked coyly.
“Yeah…but just makes sure to remember that *I’m* the only one who gets to put you on your back and spread your old whore’s body wide and…mmmmm…bone you till you scream!”
Faith grinned as she spoke peeling off her robe and Joyce watched her longingly, her gaze lustful as her lover donned a clean black wife-beater and plain black panties.
Faith grinned, winking.
“That’s my girl, Sweetness,” she said nodding. “You keep thinking about this body while you’re at the Gallery today…think about how it’s gonna feel on top of you later…and all the things I’m going to do to you. And *I’ll* just keep thinking about you struggling not to show off your goodies to your customers…mmmm…before you show me *everything* when I spank you!”
Joyce found herself answering Faith’s grin with a smile of her own.
“But I’ll try not to try *too* hard to keep my goodies hidden baby,” she said with a coy look and she lifted her skirt slightly at the front to show her stocking tops before turning around and bending a little, arching her back. “Oh no – I hope you *can’t* see my panties can you ma’am?” She said with a lisp. “But at least I remembered to wear some today…because I forgot my bra!” She turned back to look down at her tits before lifting her hands to bounce them. “Oh dear…and you can see my nipples can’t you ma’am? Oh I’m going to get *such* a spanking for being a tramp when I get home! My lesbian lover is very strict with me…but I just never seem to learn…so she has to spank me *every* day…oh I’m going to have such a sore bottom again when she gets through with me tonight!”
Finishing, Joyce pouted.
“Fuck Joyce…” Faith gasped, her eyes wide, shot with lust. “That’s so slutty…so *hot*…you’re so hot you know Sweetness…”
“It’s just being near you that gets me hot Faith, darling…you get me so turned on…”
“Just the way I like you!” the younger woman answered and she kissed her passionately, fondling her breasts through her shirt, fingering her nipples. And Joyce sagged in her arms and sucked on her lover’s tongue. She was once again, awash with hormones; saturated with desire. Molten heat pooled in her underwear.
After a minute they came up for air.
“So how’d it go with Dawnie?” Faith asked, trying to retain control of her desires. Her voice was husky.
“Mmm? Sorry? Oh – oh y-yeah….hmmmfff…f-fine!” Joyce replied distractedly; panting. “B-better than fine really – I-I mean she was very understanding.” She frowned at the recollection. “She was a-a bit freaked out at first but when I explained to her that *I* belong to *you* and it’s not *me* seducing *you* like I’m some pervy, dirty old woman…”
“But you *are* a dirty old woman Joyce!”
Joyce laughed out loud.
“Well yes darling – I am…but I’m *your* dirty old woman…y-your dirty, dykey, subby old whore…hot and wet for your pussy…mmmm… and speaking of your pussy… I’ve still got a few minutes before I have to go to work honey…I could eat you out before I go… send you to work happy darling – like a good little housewife should do…if you want me to?” She licked her lips.
“Damn…” Faith shook her head, grinning and holding up her hands as if giving up her voice became a drawl. “Well now you put it like that Sweetness…” She eased off her panties and sat back down on the bed opening her legs. “Come and get it…”
With a cheerfully lusty smile Joyce hurried forwards to crouch between Faith’s thighs. She tried to decide if her lover’s dark fringed sex wasn’t, perhaps, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Her pink lips were puffy and full and between them her inner folds were darker, crinkled glistening wet with her desire. At their apex her clitoris was a throbbing little pink morsel that seemed to demand her worship. Her heart fluttered. Pausing she breathed in sampling the sweet, honeyed feminine aroma of her young lover’s desire before burying her face in the younger woman’s snatch.
“Oh yeah…” crooned Faith as Joyce’s tongue danced between her nether lips searching for her button, and she flooded Joyce’s mouth, smearing her face with her pleasure.
Faith came hard and loudly, quickly; gushing over Joyce’s face, filling her mouth once again.
“Ohhh…ohh…yes baby…oh that’s good…that’s right…ohhh…ohh…ohhhh-oh yeahhhhhhhhhhsssss…” she cried.
Joyce’s eyes remained fixed adoringly on her lover’s pleasure ridden features as she swallowed.
“Hufffmmmm…fuck you’ve got good at that Sweetness…” Faith she murmured softly a few moments later. Her smile was lopsided and her eyes hooded.
The older woman looked up licking her now smeared lips.
“Mmmm…delish…” she purred. “I reckon I’ll be able to taste your cum until lunch baby!”
“Then maybe I’ll have to feed you again at lunch-time…”
“Mmmm…yes please Faith darling…I’d like that,” Joyce purred, kneeling up her voice soft, honeyed with obedience and desire.
“Maybe baby…but now I reckon you better wash you face and fix your make-up Sweetness! I mean I think you look great with my pussy juice all over your face but I guess it’s not a look for selling art!” She said looking down affectionately.
A few minutes later her face washed and her make up fixed she stood in front of Faith again. The brunette was dressed now but Joyce felt herself still moist at the sight of her lover.
“I’d better be getting to work now, darling.” Joyce said mildly. “Get working this ass off…unless you need anything else darling?” There was something about her shapeless overalls and boots that made her seem more severe, more powerful; more threatening. She fluttered her lashes.
“No – I’m all good Sweetness! Besides – I’m gonna be late for work already…after yesterday they’re gonna be wondering where I am.”
“You could just tell them you had to see to a domestic matter…you could say that you were busy training your slutty new housewife to be a trampy old lezzie whore and to make sure my training was a success you have to see that I was properly fucked before you came into work today…I mean you work in an auto-shop darling…” she waggled her eyebrows. “I’m sure your co-workers would like to hear all the details about how you pounded me…you could brag about paddling me and all the other things you’ve made me do…”
Faith grinned. “Well I reckon they would Sweetness…and I *love* that you’re becoming such a whore...just like I wanted…but I’m not ready to tell them yet – not until you’re fully trained…and besides – remember that you have to get to work as well. I want you in the Gallery working that fine ass off – you need to get out and show the world what a hot little, lezzie whore you are!”
“Ohhhh Faith…” Joyce groaned. “Oh b-but I *am* Faith, darling…I’m your hot little, lezzie fuck-whore! Oh I’m going to be so horny today…my panties are going to be soaking!” She breathed shaking.
“Good girl…” Faith grinned again. “Just the way I like you Sweetness…a horny, slutty MILF in wet, sticky panties…”
Despite everything that had happened, the older woman blushed a little. Eyes down she said, suddenly serious: “Th-that’s what you’ve made me Faith. Your slut! I-I can’t believe how quickly you’ve made me yours! It’s only been a few days.” She looked up with shy smile. “But I’m *so* happy to be yours…I want to be everything you want…I love every day you train me…please…will you choose my lingerie for tonight now darling…so that I know what I’m going to be putting on for you when I get home? Oh and pick something slutty…please…” she said.
The younger woman grinned some more. Nodding, she selected a diaphanous peach baby-doll. Bought the day before it had matching, gauzy, translucent micro-panties and furry open toe sandals to go with it.
“Oh! That *is* slutty! Looks like my nipples are going to be on show all day then!” Joyce murmured with a little smile and Faith answered her smile with one of her own.
***
Joyce’s journey to work had passed in a haze. She barely noticed her neighbours and their shocked looks as she walked down the path to her car her hips swaying her skirt baring her legs; nor did she worry about the heated gaze of the clutch of schoolboys she passed on her way from the parking lot to the Gallery; nor the distaste of Mr Wyndham-Pryce in the men’s outfitters next door.
All morning she moved around the Gallery in a daze, hardly aware of herself; her head in the clouds and her heart light – filled with a sort of devoted bliss and there was a constant warm feeling between her thighs.
Yet again her bottom was tender from her paddling the night before; a reminder, should she need one, of what she was becoming; of who she was; the dizzying whirl of all that had happened to her.
She made a few small sales and she took delivery of three pieces by an unknown local artist who specialised in lush portraits of female nudes.
As she unpacked them the door swung open admitting a semi-regular client. He was to a rich middle aged man who often spent well. But for the first time Joyce found herself noticing the attractive young trophy wife on his arm and she was unable to shift her attention from the tall, elegant brunette.
She felt them both looking at her, surprised, fascinated by the change in her appearance since their last visit. She could feel their admiring, hungry gazes on her nipples as she discussed their potential purchase and as she moved she knew they could see her legs, her stocking tops. She felt exposed, vulnerable as they seemed to openly enjoy her sluttish appearance and yet she felt aroused by their lustful stares.
Remembering her earlier conversation with her lover and certain that it would be what Faith would have wanted, she found a reason to bend over. Keeping her legs straight she let her skirt ride up to show her thighs and the white flash of her panties and she smiled secretly when her heard the two of them gasp softly. She was certain that her damp spot would be visible where the thin material of her panties clung to her plump folds; and she shuddered.
Afterwards she felt the young woman’s eyes on her. Heavier than ever they seemed to focus on where her nipples jutted against her blouse and she couldn’t stop herself from answering her gaze, flicking admiring glances up and down the elegant young woman’s perfectly coutured form. She wondered what she would look like naked, how she would feel next to her, their bodies twining, writhing in passion and lust roiled in her depths.
Things moved quickly after that – the sale was closed rapidly and the delivery details taken down before the two of them turned to leave hurrying away. The young woman looked back over her shoulder as she left, briefly meeting Joyce’s eyes as her husband’ hand settled on her rump.
She went back to checking the delivery deciding where and how to hang the nudes to best effect and she found herself admiring them, identifying an erotic element to the portrayals that she had not seen when she had bought them. Wondering who the artist was; who her models were, her pulse fluttered between her legs. Her sex was liquid; warm. She pictured herself sitting as the unknown artist’s model imagining a sensual, erotic atmosphere, fantasising as the stranger made her pose and display herself before making forceful, passionate love to her.
“Ohhhh,” she breathed. “Ohh my…oh Faith…what have you done to me?”
And with the thought of her lover she found her arousal spiking harder.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of desire but it was only a little later when, with a swagger, her lover arrived.
Joyce’s head was still spinning a little. She was undeniably caught in a self sustaining gyre; a roiling pool of lust; a tangled knot of desire.
She had never felt like it before. Her life had always been a little sexless with frustration being the more regular spur to masturbation rather than any object of desire. She had tried to be content with motherhood and her career and had largely given up hope of ‘replacing’ her loathsome, cheating ex-husband.
But Faith had opened up the sluices of her desire, releasing a reservoir of sensuality that had been dammed by reserve and self-control.
“Hi Sweetness…miss me?” Faith’s tone that made it clear that she knew what the answer would be; that she could see the confused tension in her older conquest’s demeanour.
“Oh Faith…darling…” Joyce breathed in response, throwing herself, her golden curls bobbing, into the younger woman’s arms, kissing her lover passionately.
Faith’s mouth was demanding in return, hungry and urgent and her hands rough and forceful, shameless on her as she greeted her, pressing the older woman back against her desk. She smelled of the auto-shop. Her overalls were unfastened to her waist baring her arms and the taut muscled frame of her torso.
“Mmmmm…nice!” her lover purred kissing her hard and her hand slipped down Joyce’s back to cup her buttocks, lifting her skirt behind to fondle her through the seat of her panties. “How’s my girl been?” she husked into her mouth as she pulled her close so their hips met.
Joyce sagged a little and she let her thighs part easily to let Faith press between her legs, hard against her aching heat.
“Oh gohhhd…yes…uh-uh-y-yuh-oh yesss…oh I missed you so much Faith…” she panted, grinding.
“Glad to hear it baby.” Faith’s tongue probed her mouth and Joyce moaned with a breathless passion.
“Mm-hmm…mm-mmmph…”
After a moment Faith released her. “Mmm…” she purred. “Oh you sound hot baby…”
“Mmmm…I-I’ve been *so* turned on all morning…” Joyce gave her young lover a look. “I-it’s been so hard…so frustrating…” she said with a frown.
“Why frustrating Sweetness?”
Joyce had explained her morning – how she had flaunted herself for the couple, how she had felt when the young trophy wife had met her gaze, the look they had shared; When she showed Faith the triptych of nudes, confessing to her the thoughts they had inspired in her, the dark haired young woman looked at them with a strange, almost puzzled look that Joyce couldn’t quite place.
“So – it’s been a very frustrating morning…I’ve been *so* turned on!” Joyce, repeated herself, her eyes fluttering, as she met Faith’s gaze.
“Yeah? Horny?” Faith quirked an eyebrow.
Joyce gave another nod in response.
“Panties wet?”
“Mm-hmm…oh like you wouldn’t believe!” Joyce nodded, blushing. “Soaking…almost l-like I wet myself!” she said with a visible shudder. “Ohhhh-mmmphhhhh…” She let Faith’s tongue dominate her mouth as her lover claimed possession again and she sucked gently like she had come to know the brunette liked.
“Mmmm…good girl,” the brunette purred moments later. “You’re learning Sweetness.”
“I know…I’m learning all the time how to be a slutty little whore for you…” Joyce purred back, wriggling against the hand that grasped her ass as she rocked on the thigh between her legs. “I just want to keep you happy Faith!”
“Mmmm…I’m liking the sound of that…maybe I should just sit on your face right now; right here!”
“Ohhh…s-someone m-might come in…” Joyce remembered the threat in her lover’s words the previous day.
“Yeah and you wouldn’t be able to do anything except eat my pussy…”
“Ohhh!” Joyce groaned again. “Oh fuck…ohh-oh m-my…oh-ok…i-if you want to baby…”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you Sweetness – if I made you… or maybe if I did you over your desk…you’d be so embarrassed wouldn’t you…but you’d still come wouldn’t you?”
“Ohhh…oh yes Faith…I’d come so hard…and then I’d get you off again…all over my face…if you wanted…I’ll do whatever you want darling.”
“Mmmm…sounds good….”
Joyce looked at her keenly. “And you know I don’t think it matters what I’m ready for darling…if you want to fuck me right here…you should do then baby. You should fuck me whenever *you* want…” she said. “Look…dressed like this you don’t even have to strip me…” and she lifted her skirt to tug her panties aside, flashing her pussy. “You could just strap your cock on and bend me over the desk and fuck me just as I am…nice and easy…just look how wet I am for you!”
Faith shook her head.
“Not packing today I’m afraid Sweetness.”
“But Faith darling…I need you to fuck me…” Joyce pouted, wheedling.
Faith smiled kindly. “I know you do babe – and *I* want to fuck you…but I don’t want to take your edge off today…I mean I’m all over the lunchtime quickie…but that’s for another day…I want you on fire when you get in tonight. I want you ready for it…cunt dripping…ready for absolutely anything…hot…frustrated…*dirty*…”
“Ohhhhh…” Joyce whimpered. “It’s already dripping…” she said weakly.
“Good…so you’re gonna be insane by the time I do you later!” Faith smiled and kissed her sweetly. “Now, you wanna go get a sandwich?”
Faith took her hand as they left the Gallery. The younger woman looked almost nervous, shy at the innocent gesture; less confident than if she had put a hand on her ass. Joyce’s heart fluttered.
She leaned in to kiss Faith’s cheek and she squeezed her lover’s hand.
They returned to the Espresso Pump again. Joyce shuddered at the memory of their last time there; and the moment in which she had promised herself to Faith.
Faith selected the same booth drawing her in to her lap this time. Her hands were soft now as they wandered absently over her body.
Joyce recognised the waitress from two nights previous as she took their order while Faith’s hand slipped beneath her pleated skirt to stroke her thigh.
The server looked meaningfully at them and Joyce blushed, remembering that they’d left her panties on the table when they’d left.
“So you’re sure it went ok with Dawnie this morning?” Faith asked softly as the young waitress retreated, her blushes matching Joyce’s.
“Oh – yes – I think so actually,” Distracted by the sensation of Faith’s hand on her thigh, moving upwards towards her pantied crotch, Joyce was surprised and she felt a flutter of warmth at the younger woman’s concern. “She seemed pretty much ok with it in the end – I mean she was surprised at first – she thought I was too old to be your girlfriend and when I explained that I really I was going to be your slutty housewife she was *really* shocked – at first – but then…she seemed to get used to it pretty quickly.”
“Hmmm…no surprise there really Sweetness…” Faith’s breathed on her neck.
“Mmmnnn…p-perhaps not darling…” Joyce gave the slightest of moans. “I-I think that you might be right that she’s sleeping with Janice.”
Faith nodded. “Yep! I reckon so…sweet really!”
Joyce looked pensive. “I suppose…” she said.
“It’s ok Sweetness…” Faith’s fingers scratched gently at Joyce’s sex through damp fabric. “And it’s sweet that you came out to her…I want to you to come out to everyone…I want everyone to know you’re mine…my whore…my trampy, lezzie housewife…”
“Oh Faith, darling…I am…I really am…” Joyce breathed passionately, breathless at the pace at which her life had changed; the way she had *been* changed. “I’m your lezzie fuck-slut Faith.”
Faith smiled delightedly at her declaration. “Mmmm…I know you are baby…” She looked fondly at the older woman.
Across the coffee shop, a tall red haired woman – middle aged and severe looking – watched them through narrowed eyes that might have been either censorious or appreciative, or envious. Joyce shuddered.
“Think you’ve got an audience Joyce…open your legs some, Sweetness, show he your panties,” Faith whispered. “Give her a bit of a show.”
It seemed submission came easier to her now; almost as if she was born for it and she obeyed, letting her legs part for the red head to see and the other woman nodded, acknowledging her with a hawkish smile. It felt almost normal now to invite the avid sexual attention of her own sex.
Elsewhere however, she attracted less approving, scandalised looks. She blushed but she made no attempt to close her legs. Her heart raced as she bore their censure.
“Mmmmm…oh that’s my girl Sweetness,” Faith said kissing her again. “I can’t wait to get home to you later babe! Pick up your training some more…”
“Ohh…p-please…wh-what are you g-going to do to me?” She asked with an appealing look.
Faith smiled brushing a thumb over Joyce’s lips. The golden haired woman could taste herself on her lover’s fingers.
“Well what do you think?” Faith asked.
“Oh…w-well…I-I kn-know you’re going to spank me again,” Joyce said biting her lip gently where her lover’s thumb had been. “And my poor fanny is still so sore…b-but I’ll be ready for it…as well as whatever *you* want Faith to do to me darling!”
“Good girl,” Faith soothed, sensing the growing agitation; the fretful heat in older woman. “There’s a long time until tonight. You gotta wait Sweetness…and worry…all day… I want you to be thinking what it’s gonna be like for you later when I get home…I want you changed into your lingerie and waiting for me when I get in…I want you wet and ready…”
Joyce pressed her thighs together on Faith’s hand. “Oh I w-will be Faith…” she said bowing her head in submission. “I-I’ll be *so* wet…so horny…a-and ready t-to do *exactly* what you tell me Faith…I promise…”
After a little while Faith let her slip from her lap and they ate in comfortable silence for a while.
After lunch, Faith walked her back to Gallery. On the street she slung a possessive arm around Joyce’s waist pulling her close before kissing her.
She trembled in Faith’s arms as her lover made out with her publicly but inside, her core quaked and she knew that she had no choice, that Faith could do anything she wished to her at her and she could do nothing to prevent her.
And she knew, in turn, that it was what she wanted as well. She was almost disappointed that Faith had no other demands.
“Sh-shall I take off my panties again darling?”
It was easier in her pleated skirt than it had been the day before, though no less humiliatingly revealing as she stepped out of their damp stained white fabric.
“Good girl Sweetness!” Faith said after a while her words soft with passion of her own. “Now best you get back to work – you’re gonna be ready for me when I get home aren’t you?”
“Th-thank you Faith,” she murmured. “Y-yess…I-I’ll be r-ready darling.”
Faith kissed her again before leaving.
For Joyce, emotional and frazzled, the afternoon was even more of a struggle than had been the morning. She found that she could hardly concentrate, though she managed to focus intently enough on the two attractive young soccer moms who stopped outside the Gallery to swap their stories of little Julie and little Dylan!
She found herself wondering if they were fucking.
Things got worse when the red haired woman from the Espresso Pump appeared to browse the Gallery. She was older than Joyce was but she was in great shape. Elegantly, expensively dressed, her high heels making her hips sway, she browsed for a while and Joyce followed her with lustful eyes. Her clitoris throbbed as she found herself imagining the older woman spanking her.
She ran a shaking hand through her hair as the wealthy woman slowly perused the Gallery’s inventory, paying close attention to the three female nudes. She didn’t buy anything but she did take a card, shaking Joyce’s hand making her shudder as the clasp lasted a fraction longer than normal.
Her eyes were grey and they seemed to drill into Joyce, menacing with the promise of seduction and pain as she shook her hand thanking her. As she departed she promised to call again and Joyce shook, grateful to see her leave. Breathing deep, she felt weak, uncertain whether she would have been able to resist had the other woman decided to spank her; whether she would have been able to prevent her seduction.
“Ohh Fuhhhhhckkk!” Joyce moaned to herself as she watched her leave, her heels clicking. “*Sooo* horny!”

By the time she got home she was a mess. She was taut and stressed, strung out like a junky needing a hit. If Faith wanted her antsy that’s exactly what she’d gotten. Stripping out of her work clothes Joyce hardly knew what she was doing as she changed into the diaphanous peach baby-doll. And matching, gauzy, translucent micro-panties and sandals that Faith had selected that morning.
The process of getting ready for her lover’s return only emphasised for Joyce how much she wanted the younger woman; and, when added to the intense, piquant experiences of her day; frustrating and stimulating at once it left her maddeningly, wildly aroused.
Faith had been right. Her own newly discovered lustful desires were so powerful as to render her quite desperate such that she would do anything for the young brunette’s attention. In that, her own needs kept her submissive, obedient.
Submission itself was beginning to create a sort of feedback loop in her psyche. Because of her newly discovered, newly learned need for the sexual domination of her daughter’s friend – the prospect of which was a cause of considerable arousal – she found her lusts spinning out of control in a strange, self-feeding gyre that trapped her, making her wanton
But at the same time her submission served only to make her needier by preventing her from acting upon those longings; relieving them through self-pleasure which in turn inflamed her arousal still further. It was as if the very thing that fanned the fires of her need was also exactly that which held her in a state of denial, subject to ever mounting desire.
Feeling a shuddering ache at tortuous genius of her lover’s training she looked at herself in the mirror; her nipples clearly visible, stiff and dark through the thin material of the baby-doll; her cleft plain through her panties; her vulva fat and pouting and she felt again that strange flush of pride seeing once more a glimpse of what her lover saw; recognising in the mirror the wanton sexual creature she was becoming, biddable, whoreish; a slave to her lusts and to her lover’s demands.
Almost as she watched, it seemed to her, a damp spot darkened her clean panties where her nether lips in pouted and her love-juices pooled. Her body quaked and she hoped desperately that Faith would come home soon; that she would like what she found when she did so; that she would take her pleasure of her with fierce, vigorous passion.

By the time then, that Faith returned not long after Joyce was light headed, weak, from waiting in her heightened state. Her lover was grimy from the auto shop, her hands greasy and there were black smudges on her face. Joyce thought she looked capable of anything.
“Oh Faith baby…” she sighed, feeling her sex ripple at the sight of her and she rushed to throw herself into her lover’s arms, kissing her passionately. “You’re here…my big, strong mechanic.” She pressed herself against Faith’s overall clad body her lips parting for the younger woman’s tongue.
Faith grinned, taking Joyce in her arms. She let her tongue tangle with Joyce’s for a moment while one greasy hand dropped to grasp a firm handful of the older woman’s bottom, pulling her close as she did so.
“Mmmm…well hello Sweetness…” she said her hand busying itself on her rum and the golden haired woman sagged, squirming against her in response, working her hips in a rolling, thrusting motion.
Joyce’s lover smelled of the workshop, gas and grease and grime; strength.
“Guessin’ you missed me then?” Faith mumbled in Joyce’s ear, enjoying the feel of her body as it moved, sinuous with lust, against her and she continued to squeeze and fondle the older woman’s ass.
“Oh F-Faith…ohhh yess…so much…been s-so horny for you all afternoon…you can’t imagine…”
“Glad to hear it Sweetness,” the dark haired woman grated. “Now let’s have a look at you…” Releasing Joyce to set her at arms length she made a twirling gesture with her finger and Joyce gave a little smile and she twirled around, holding her arms down, her hands bent outwards at the wrists; her fingers pointing. When she faced her lover again she took the hem of her nightie in her fingers and holding it out, uncovering the gossamer inadequacy of her panties, she did a little curtsey.
“Like what you see darling?” she asked in a coy sort of voice, with a girlish giggle.
“Oh yes,” Faith replied, nodding. “I like a lot.”
“Ohh…I’m so glad Faith darling…I want please you…now…are you going to fuck me now darling? Or do you want me to lick your pussy? Or…or are you going to spank me first?” The words spilled out of her. “Or do you want to watch a nropo? Or I can get you a drink…a beer?”
Faith grinned at her babble. “Mmmm…a beer sounds good Sweetness…then I can get the full view of my hot little housewife.”
Turning to head into the kitchen Joyce made sure to let her hips sway as she went. She knew by now that Faith loved her ass and she wanted to be sure that her lover had the chance to appreciate it fully. Reaching the fridge she made a show of bending over to reach for the bottle. And hearing the younger woman’s purr of approval she smiled to herself.
Returning to hand the now open beer to Faith, Joyce gave a crooked smile.
“Thanks Sweetness,” Faith answered Joyce’s smile with one of her own as she accepted the beer, taking a pull. “That was a pretty show you put on there Joyce…I think you’d make a heckuva stripper!”
Joyce didn’t know whether to be pleased or to blush at the thought.
“Oh…th-thank you Faith,” she said. “B-but I’m too old for that…I don’t think anyone except you would want to see me naked darling.”
“Oh don’t you believe it Sweetness…you’re a hotty…and people love to see hotties getting naked…the age thing don’t matter…in fact your age would just give it an edge…no-one would expect a nice respectable housewife to be showing it all off like a nasty slut…”
“Ohh…oh my!” Joyce blushed again and Faith’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“But then…that’s you isn’t it Sweetness…my nasty, slutty little housewife?”
“Y-yes Faith darling…I th-that’s me…your slutty little housewife whore!”
Faith grinned. “My housewhore!” She said with a note of triumphant delight.
“Oh yes!” Joyce answered with a grin of her own. “That’s me – your housewhore…wet and horny for you all the time.”
“Mmmm…good girl…that’s exactly how I want you…”
“Oh I *am* Faith…I’m so wet – a-and hot – for you…I’ve been so turned on since you came by the Gallery earlier…I just spent the whole afternoon crazy for pussy!”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yes darling…I-I’ve been thinking about pussy all afternoon! Th-there was another woman…older than me I think…she was at the Espresso Pump at lunch…you know – w-watching us…you made me flash my panties for her – do you remember her? She was *nice*…very hot…and when she came in the Gallery…sh-she looked like…ohh…I-I think…I *know*…I could see it in her eyes…sh-she…w-wanted to *fuck* me …”
“Mmmmm…did she? And how did that make you feel babe?”
“Sexy darling…d-dirty…l-like a whore.”
“And did you like feeling like that Sweetness?”
Joyce nodded. “Y-yes darling,” she purred.
“That’s my girl Sweetness.” Faith slid a finger down the groove of Joyce’s ass to circle her knot like she had that morning. “But you wouldn’t have let her would you?”
“N-no Faith – this pussy’s yours baby…oh-oooh!” Joyce groaned as her lover pressed her finger against her resistance through her gauze panties once again. “Oooohh-ahhhhh!”
She felt her sphincter giving way as Faith pressed remorselessly past her resistance stretching her sliding a fabric encased finger in to the first knuckle.
“And what about this ass?”
“Oooooh-ohhh-oh-oh-ohhh! A-and this a-a-ah-asssss…y-yours…a-as w-well daaaaaarlingggguhhhh!”
“That’s right Joyce…so you were a good girl all afternoon?”
“Hu-uh-uhhnnnhh…y-yuh…nnnnnggg…y-yes darling…o-of course…”
“You didn’t touch yourself?”
“N-n-n-uhhnn-n-n-nohhh…no F-Faith I p-promise…I’ve been g-good…I kn-knohhhgg…I know I’m n-not allowed to…d-do that…”
“That’s good,” Faith said pumping her finger gently in Joyce’s secret hole making her gasp and gurgle in response to the violation. “I like to know you’re hot and horny…on edge and ready for me…wet and willing and you must be *real* horny by now then Sweetness?”
“Ohhh…oghhhhnnnnnuhhh…ohhh y-yes F-Faith…so horny…w-want you…unhhhuhh…p-pussy…like a faucet…uggggnnnn…I-I’ll do *anything* f-for you baby…ooooooohhh!”
“Mmmm…now that sounds good…anything hmm?”
“Y-yes Faith!” Joyce nodded furiously. “A-anything at all! Uggghhhhhnnnn…”
Faith’s grin was sly. She nodded as she wiggle her finger making Joyce moan with a mix of distress and delight.
“Mmmm…good!” she said with a sort of triumphant note kissing Joyce again making her head spin before releasing her. Joyce whimpered as she eased her finger out of her ass leaving the material of her panties trapped there.
“Ok then…” Her hand skirted over the swell of the older woman’s buttocks, before she spanked her; a flurry of swats that made Joyce whimper and moan. “I think I better have you over my knee.”
“Ohhhh,” Joyce moaned in complaint, pouting. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have minded if Faith had fingered her bottom some more. “C-can’t I be fucked first please F-Faith? You c-could fuck me th-there…i-if you like…i-in my ass…” She stammered wallowing in Faith’s powerful, charismatically sensual presence.
“Nah-ah,” Faith replied. “You know how it goes Joyce…you get your ass spanked whenever I like and right now…” Another flurry of slaps landed on Joyce’s rump.
“Ohh…ohh-oh-oh-ohhhhh!” Joyce gasped.
“Right now…I like! Now hurry up Sweetness unless you want extra?”
“Ohh…n-no Faith…I don’t want extra – no ma’am…I’m ready baby…”
“Good…” Faith said brusquely. “Now come here…” She pulled Joyce by the arm as she turned to put her foot, still in its work-boot up on the coffee table. “Get over my knee Sweetness.”
She wasn’t gentle with Joyce pulling her forcefully towards her and then pushing over her knee so the older woman felt herself propelled into the awkward position half leaning, half hanging over her lover’s upraised knee. And as the younger woman pushed her forwards she found herself straining onto her tiptoes, her upper body suspended; her bottom vulnerable; the highest part of her body.
“Mmmm…you look good with your ass in the air like that Joyce…ready to be spanked…” The young domme’s hand was soft, gentle as it explored her rump. “You ready Joyce?” she asked.
“Ohhh…y-yes darling…I-I’m r-ready for my spanking,” Joyce stammered. Upturned, she could not remember ever feeling so vulnerable; so helplessly exposed. She shivered as Faith stroked her bottom feeling the threat of her lover’s spanks held back. Her buttocks twitched.
“Mmmm…mmm…mmmmfhhhh…” she gurgled. “P-p-please F-Faith d-darling…”
“Please what Sweetness?” Faith asked innocently in reply.
“Ohh...oh p-please Faith…d-don’t m-make me wait…sp-spank me…p-please darling…” Joyce found herself saying, pleading.
“Well – since you ask so nicely…”
Faith’s hand came down hard with a *smack* sound, flattening Joyce’s right buttock, making it bounce inside her panties.
“Ohh…” the older woman breathed and her left buttock bounced in turn. “Ohhhh!”
A flurry of fast, sharp, crisp spanks landed.
“Ohh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Joyce moaned as her lover spanked her unceremoniously. Faith’s work-stained hand left a dark mark on the fabric of her panties and Joyce’s legs began to twitch, her bottom pinking.
“Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ow! Ohh! Ah! Oooh! Ohhh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Owww! Owww! Ouch! Ouch! Ahh! Ohhh! Owwww! Ahhhhh!” Joyce began to cry, moaning and gasping as the heat grew rapidly to a now familiar, intense, burning pain that covered her bottom as Faith landed spank after spank, hard and fast on her upturned bottom
Her bottom was quickly ablaze ablaze, deep scarlet; and soon she was sobbing, tears moistening her eyes as she suffered, her legs kicking hopelessly. Suspended, helpless as she was, she could do nothing but writhe and wriggle and suffer as her blotched mounds of flesh juddered and wobbled, jiggling under the unrelenting onslaught.”
“That’s good Sweetness. Your ass is looking real sore again Joyce…that hurting babe?”
“Ohh! Oh! Oh! Ow! Oh y-yes Faith…ahh! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Ah-ohh-ohhh…ahhh…ohhh h-hurts d-darling…ahhh…owwww! Ow! Oww! Oww! Oww! Owwwwwchhhahhh!”
“That’s cool!” Faith enthused. “Unlike your fanny Joyce…*that’s* on fire!” she said but there was no let up, no pause as she continued to swat Joyce’s cheeks, lowering her ain and spanking with an upwards action now to cover the soft undercurve of her buttocks with torment.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Joyce wailed – but to no avail. Still Faith spanked her
At some point – Joyce wasn’t sure when – Faith made her lift her hips so she could pull down her panties baring her completely. And then later she let her down, taking a seat to pull the dame across her knee. Grasping her hair she held Joyce’s head up as her hand fell again. At about the same time the paddle appeared in Faith’s hand. Later the older woman realised it must have been in the pocket of Faith’s overalls all along but for now her only concern was how it blazed excruciation across her already belaboured flanks.
Eventually – when there was nothing but pain – Faith relented, letting the sobbing golden haired woman rise.
Joyce was dismissed to the corner, to stand, hands atop her heads like a recalcitrant school-girl, her bottom raw, dark with agony while Faith finished her beer and flicked casually through the TV channels.
After a while she was summoned back by her young domme and Faith took the still sobbing Joyce into her lap. Her hands explored the torrid heat of her abused flesh. Her mouth was hot, hungry; her tongue demanding in Joyce’s mouth and Joyce felt herself surrendering to their shared passion.
“Come on – straddle me Sweetness…got something for you…” Faith breathed into her mouth and as she unzippered her overalls completely Joyce realised that her lover had, while she had been in the corner, strapped on the two headed dildo they had bought together on their shopping trip two days before.
“Ohh…” Joyce mouthed softly as Faith took a tube of lubricant from her overalls and squeezed a generous amount on the smaller shaft before pulling her closer. “Oh my…g-gosh…” Her sphincter fluttered.
“Get yourself over it now Joyce,” Faith instructed, holding the base of the bigger dildo in her fist, pointing it upwards.
Complying she moved slowly, hitching herself up her lover’s body until she was positioned above the cock-stands, her legs astride Faith’s hips.
“Gggguhhh…” she moaned as the dildo nudged her folds.
“That’s it Sweetness.” Faith’s voice was almost tremulous with passion of her own. “Take it now baby…just the head in your pussy…then your ass can take the other one…”
“Ohhh…ohhhhgggg-ahhhddd!” Joyce groaned, lowering herself onto the dildo and her liquid lips parted to receive the cock-head. “Ohhhh-oh-oh…mmmm-mmmfhh-hmmumm…”
Her lovemouth began to swallow it.
“Ohhh…g-g-gohhhdd!” She wanted to sink onto the shaft, to take all of it so it filled her, but Faith shook her head.
“Easy Sweetness,” she said. “Take it nice and slow…” She grasped Joyce by the hips holding her, slowing her.
Letting her lover control her Joyce slid further down onto the dildo, the tension of her core straining around it until the second cock head nudged her anus.
“Hohhhhhh…” she whimpered, stiffening. Her sphincter seemed to quiver, tightening, winking.
“That’s it baby…relax…so you can take it now Joyce…oh I’m gonna love fucking you in the ass…”
“Ohhhh…” Remembering the earlier feeling of Faith’s finger in her rectum Joyce felt her ass-hole tighten. Her love-juices dripped down the larger shaft and her hips twitched making her anus butt against the small one. “Ohhh…”
“Easy baby,” Faith gentled her. “Relax let your ass take it…let yourself slide onto it…so both your holes are filled…”
“Oh-ahhhhh!” Joyce gasped as her anus yielded to the growing pressure, stretching unbearably to take its oiled head. “Ahnnnnhhh…so f-fuhhhhll!” She gasped sinking lower.
The cock in her ass felt unbearably huge, even though it was smaller than the one in her pussy.
“Down now Joyce…all the way…take them both right into you!” Faith ordered, her voice tight as if holding something back.
With one hand she pressed down on Joyce’s shoulder.
Joyce groaned, a deep guttural moan and her sex seemed to pulse, clasping and rippling around the dildo, and her ass burned as she was filled and she sank down all the way onto her lover.
“Ohhhh…ohhhhh…oh fuhhhhhckkkk!”
“That’s it Joyce…there you go baby…a cock in both your holes! How’s that feel Sweetness?”
“Ohhhhh…t-too much…oh s-so full…l-like a sluh-uhht…l-like I’m a-about to burst…unnnhhhh…”
“Mmmm…good girl…my dirty whore Joyce…mmmmm…”
Faith’s lips covered Joyce’s, sealing her mouth, her tongue questing again to fill her. Joyce sucked. Her lover’s hands were behind her now, one on her ass the other on her back. Slowly they began to press her to move.
“Mmmmmnnnnn…mmmnnnnummmpfhhh!” she groaned as her hips stirred rising her a little on the shafts. “Mmmmmnnnnahhhhhhhh!” she gasped as she slid back down onto the dual penetration.
“Oh fuck!” Faith groaned in response. “Oh fuck I wish I could have my pussy in your mouth right now as well Sweetness…oh I’d love to make you eat me while you’re being DP’d…”
Joyce wasn’t sure she knew what ‘DP’ meant – but she had an idea and her body shook in response; and she began to ride harder panting, gasping, crying on the two shafts that filled her body.
She came quite quickly, sobbing and shaking, her back arching; a gush of orgasm splashing onto her lover’s lap before she collapsed forwards into Faith’s arms.
The younger woman held her close, tenderly until she began to revive.
Her knees were weak when Faith helped her up at last and she groaned shuddering as the two shafts left her body leaving her empty.
Then her young domme escorted her up the stairs to the bathroom where, despite her post orgasmic lethargy Joyce had undressed her lover, kneeling to unfasten her boots and to ease her overalls off before Faith had made her fellatee both cockshafts, enfolding them with her lips, wrapping them with her tongue, sucking them, cleaning them with her mouth.
After that, discarding the two headed dildo and its harness Faith had run the shower and drawn a now naked Joyce into the cubicle with her.
The mature blonde submissive had, devotedly soaped her lover’s body, washing and conditioning her hair and cleaning the day’s grime form her taut young frame. When she was clean Faith had kissed her again her fingers finding her still aching holes to tease and torment her to a second orgasm before pressing her to her knees under the warm jets of the shower, and she had returned the favour with her hungry, obedient tongue.

A little while later they shared the meal she had dutifully prepared, lounging on the same settee on which they had earlier made love. Once again she felt completely fulfilled, satisfied despite the aching heat of her spanked bottom and the strained, bruised ache of her stretched anus. Her lover wore a black tee-shirt and a pair of red, cotton panties. Joyce was naked, curled against her.
On the TV a black woman made love to a young looking red head, pinning her down to plunge an enormous black dildo into her bottom. The younger nrop star moaned whimpering as her sphincter swallowed the huge thrusting cock again and again.
Joyce watched, fascinated but disturbed. Her recently deflowered rectum ached as the red head squealed and then cried, groaning as her lover ravished her forcefully; and she knew Faith would want to fuck her there again and again.
Lying, naked, in Faith’s arms her pulsed throbbed, her core tightening in expectation as she stared with avid heat at the young nrop starlet’s straining climax.
***

Curled together then, cocooned in intimacy; lost in their bliss-filled little world neither of them observed the two teens who slipped, sneaking hand in hand, in the front door. They did not hear the quiet giggling as the two girls noticed them; nor their feet on the stairs or the softly muffled moans as they undressed each other, their lips locked, before falling into Dawn’s bed; a tangle of lissom limbs and passionate kisses. They certainly did not hear the gasping cries of blissful pleasure as tongues followed fingers finding the softest, sweetest most succulent young flesh; before shuddering groaning orgasm flooded receptive mouths; first one then the other and then again as two young lovers celebrated the freedom they most desired – to love one another without fear of discovery or judgement.
Afterwards, Janice, her body curled, spooned against Dawn; her centre nestled against her girlfriend’s bubble butt; her arms around her. One hand rested on the long-haired girl’s slender breast with its dusky cap that so entranced Janice. The other cupped her brown tufted sex. Her lips nuzzled the place where her neck merged into her upper back.
“I think I love your mom!” she breathed.
“Mmmmm?” There was a quizzical tone to Dawn’s murmur but, sated, she could not be bothered to form the words to her puzzled response.
“She’s so cool – not like my stuck-up mom – I swear she’s just a jealous old dyke…but your mom…oh my…mmmm – she’s got what she wants – what she *needs* – with Faith…I mean did you *see* that dildo? It was *huge*! And *two cocks*! I mean she is so pussy whipped. And she just seems to be happy about that…I mean it’s just so hot…she’s so lucky...”
“Is this going somewhere Jan-Jan? Or are you just perving on my mom again – in which case ewwww!”
“No – I mean yeah – your mom’s hot…”
“Definitely *ewwww*!!!”
“But, no – that’s not what I mean! I mean she’s so super cool letting us be together…in your bed.”
“Oh that? Well yeah – I guess – though I don’t know she would have agreed if I hadn’t called her a hypocrite for banging Faith! Or actually – getting banged by Faith!”
“Mmmmm….oh I mean she’s *so* lucky…having a domme like Faith…now *that* girl is *hot*! She could put me over her knee…and paddle my ass *anytime* …mmmmm…”
“Oh *now* you’re talking baby,” Dawn rolled over to face her girlfriend. “That girl is *such a total* top! You’re right…my mom is totally the luckiest bottom!”
“Jealous much!” Janice waggled her eyebrows at her girlfriend and Dawn had the decency to blush.
“Oh and you’re not?” Dawn asked and her girlfriend grinned. “But I don’t think we’re gonna get a chance with my Mom’s top baby!”
“Or your Mom…”
“Ewwww! Jan-Jan!”
“What baby?” Janice tried to look innocent.
“How about I talk about us both getting with your mom? She’s kinda sexy…even if she is totally up-tight.”
“I wouldn’t mind…”
“Janice!”
“What?”
“You are so…so *nasty*!”
“Yeah but you love me for it…at least you weren’t complaining so much when I was eating your ass at recess…”
“Mmmm…oh that was *so* nice!”
Janice smirked. “Yeah – I seem to recall you saying something like that…and beside’s weren’t you the one flashing your pussy for Miss Calendar today?”
Dawn blushed.
“Well I was just letting her know I’m interested…”
Janice rolled her eyes.
“Interested? I think the whole school knows about your crush on her Dawnie!”
“Well…can you blame me for trying…I was just showing her what she’s available when she wants…”
“Well how about you show her what’s available *includes* my ass as well?” Janice replied.
“How am I supposed to do that baby?”
“Well think about it…*skirt-lifter*!” Janice said with a grin waggling her eyebrows again for emphasis.
“I think about lifting *your* skirt all the time Jan-Jan,” Dawn purred. “So I can lick your pussy…mmmm…maybe we should let her catch us…see if she’ll spank us?”
“Mmmm…oh that’s so hot…I love you Dawnie,” Janice crooned, kissing the other girl.
“Mmmmm…you too Jan-Jan,” Dawn reciprocated their tongues tangling
***
Intermezzi
“Hi…what can I get for you?” Anya asked the red haired woman brightly.
She was strikingly attractive in a severe, superior sort of way, fine featured with high cheek bones and a porcelain complexion. She was slim; in great shape for her age; tall with long legs, encased in black hose, and 4 inch heels that shaped her calves and her ass. Her breasts were full, not large but shapely above her narrow waist.
“Well…” she said. “Now isn’t *that* a question?” Her voice was trilling almost musical a large but clipped, precise. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle as she set them on Anya; looking down at her with a predatory look. “Hmmmm?”
Anya shivered and she felt her core tighten. She wasn’t certain how to respond.
“I’ll have a large glass of Chardonnay…oh – and your panties…the red haired woman continued. “That’s if you are *wearing* panties under these shorts?” She slid a hand down Anya’s back to settle on her bottom, squeezing.
“Eeep” Anya gasped and her eyes widened.
“I don’t think you are, are you dear?”
“Errrr…y-y-yes ma’am…y-yes I am…really…”
“Hmmm…I’m not sure I quite believe you…why don’t we go somewhere you can show me?”
“B-but I’m working ma’am…”
“I know you are dear…I’ve been watching you working it *all* night…”
Anya blushed.
She was used to the numerous sly hands that squeezed and fondled her ass as she worked. And it wasn’t that she minded so much.
She liked the attention. That was why she dressed as she did: low-rise denim shorts, cut-off high at the top of her thighs and a faded cropped t-shirt left her midriff bare while clinging closely to the swell of her breasts. It was also good for tips and besides, Cordelia had a date tonight and Anya had no intention of ending the night alone with her vibrator.
“Ohhh…oh fuhhhhck…” Anya moaned, realizing that she was being picked up and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Tut-tut! Such language! You know I’m going to have to spank you for that don’t you?” The red haired woman’s hand squeezed.
“Oooooffff…” Anya groaned her hips moving, swaying, churning as the other woman squeezed her bottom, fondling. “I-if you like ma’am…”
“Oh I *do*…I like to spank pretty girls very much indeed…and I’m sure it won’t be the first time your bottom has been spanked will it dear?”
“Ohhhh….n-n-no ma’am…” the younger woman’s hips rolled in the redhead’s hand, her breathing coming unevenly as the older woman mastered her easily.
“I thought not…mmmm…I’m going to *enjoy* spanking you dear…now what time do you finish your shift?”
“N-nine th-thirty ma’am…ohhhh-oooooofffff…” Anya’s stammering reply was curtailed as the older woman’s other hand moved to squeeze her sex through her shorts.
“Ok then…” she checked her watch. “An hour and a half…it’s a date!” She nodded confirming that it was settled. “Come back here at nine thirty – don’t be late girl – and we’ll go back to mine…understood?”
“Y-y-yes ma’am…wh-whatever you say ma’am...” Anya shook.
“Good girl…now – Chardonnay…”
***

“N-n-no…p-please…mmmmmffffhhh…” the older woman pleaded but her resistance was weakening.
On her knees she was unable to resist the blonde police officer’s hand on the back of her head as it pulled her forward burying her face between her satin thighs; her nose pressing tight to the dark, musky fragrance of the black panties.
The scent of the cop’s arousal permeated the fabric to assail Juliet Chase’s senses; the skin of her inner thighs was impossibly soft against her cheeks.
How she had found herself in this position, the elegant, glamorous, wealthy forty-something could hardly grasp.
Yes there were those speeding tickets but she would normally have explained them away with a withering put-down for the poor public servant who crossed her but for some reason she had found that usual self-assurance ebbing swiftly away under the attractive young blonde cop’s questions; her intense, forbidding stare.
She had been quite powerless to demur when the officer had moved to invade her personal space, explaining the dire consequences of avoiding the fines. Somehow she had been helpless to resist the hand that grasped her bottom, lifting her skirt.
She should, of course, have refused; complained loudly; demanded that she stop; threatened to report her to her supervisor. But she had been unable to do any of the above; to deny her oppressive, domineering presence.
When the cop had told her that she was going to spank her for her misdemeanours she had still been unable to refuse and, almost without knowing how, her skirt had been raised, her panties downed and she, herself had been bent over the policewoman’s knee.
Her bottom burned, aching and sore, her skirt and underwear long since discarded. There had been tears and pleading.
And now her hands rested against the other woman’s thighs. She wanted (she was sure she wanted) to resist; to press her hands against her strong, golden thighs with their soft, smooth, fragrant flesh; but she was helpless to do so.
“You like having you nose right there in my pussy don’t you tramp? You like the smell of pussy don’t you?” the other woman asked.
“Mmmmmmmmmnnnnffffhhhhh!” Her muffled moan of complaint was part protest, part surrender.
“Kiss my thighs!” the uniformed domme instructed. “And then you can lick my panties!”
Juliet Chase shook, her body quaking, unbidden. Her sex was hot, plump; swollen with desire; wet. The other woman’s fragrance seemed to surround her.
Staring up the length of the younger woman’s body, her eyes fluttering, she pressed her lips her thighs just as she had been instructed.
“Mmmm…good…” the police woman purred and unbidden, the glamorous mother of Cordelia Chase kissed her way upwards. Her conqueress breathed a sigh. “Mmm-hmmm…that’s it…”
It was as if she was in a trance and yet part of her fogged mind formed the thought that *this* was how her daughter felt; what allured her. She had never been able to understand her daughter’s sexuality until now and something inside her seemed to flutter and soar as her lips pressed to the moistly humid panty covered folds of the younger woman’s womanhood.
“Mmm-mmm-mmmmm…” she murmured softly; feeling something inside her – the place that had begun to stir as she had cried and pleaded over the blonde cop’s lap – uncoil, opening like a flower.
And as her seducer adjusted her stance slightly, opening her legs she ran her tongue tracing the folds of her xes through her tnapies.
“Mmmmm…good girl, tramp…that's right, lick my tnapies now.” She instructed and the older woman obeyed.
“Mmmmmmmm...y-yes o-officer...mmmm...mmmm-mmmm...mmmm.”

Her tongue laved the satin, tracing the sculpted, alien but familiar folds and she pressed in trying to gain more of the flavour of the succulent flesh through the damp fabric.
Kate Lockley shuddered, her hips rolling at the delicious sensation looking down at the older woman below her as she moved her tongue and her eyes narrowed.
“That’s it tramp…mmmm…” she moaned and she lifted a leg over the older woman’s shoulder so that, perching on one foot with the counter behind her to support her weight, she could wrap it around her holding her in place, pinning her to her so she could not move.
Trapped, unable to escape circling prison of the leg over her shoulder Juliet’s mouth remained where she had been told to keep it and she slid lower so her face was turned more upwards and all she could do was lick, suck at the humid fragrance of the officer’s tnapies.
“Good….mmmm…that’s right…oh yes…you’re quite the panty licker aren’t you Ms Chase…mmmmm…ohhh yes...that’s right!” Kate groaned softy. “A ytnap licking tramp...mmmmm...oh you middle aged housewives are such sluts! I think you're going to have to do this a *lot*…now can you make me come tramp?” Her leg tightened pulling Juliet closer.
Juliet Chase had never felt so sexually alive, nor so utterly helpless as her tongue worked against the fabric that covered the sensitive little bud at the top of the police woman’s folds, grazing it; licking it.
“Ohhh…ohhh…oh f-fuhckk…oh that's good tuls...oh you're going to make me commmmm...ohhh gooooooooooooood...ummmm-uhhh…ahhhh...”
A shudder passed through the younger woman and there was a burst of wetness in her tnapies that Juliet felt on her tongue and she closed her eyes savouring the flavour, guiltily.
After a while the blonde woman released her, grinning, her legs shaking.
“Mmmm…that was good…you’re a natural tramp…next time you can lick the real thing.” The police woman tugged down her panties to shuck them off. “Here…you can keep these for now,” she said pulling up her black uniform pants. “I want you to lick them again when you touch yourself later. I’ll enjoy going commando today…it will remind me of your mouth tramp. You can give them back to me next time…before eat my pussy…”
“N-next time,” the older woman stammered looking up. “Ohh-oh m-my…y-your p- pussy?” her titian tresses swayed as she shook.
“Well – how many speeding tickets did you say there were?”
“T-t-ten…” she replied her core tensing.
“So that’s nine more spankings…”
“Ohhh…n-nine?”
“Yep…and how many parking tickets?”
“T-twelve…”
“Mmmmm…so twelve more lessons in pussy loving…unless you earn yourself any more tickets of course…”
“Ohhh…oh my g-gosh…b-but m-my h-husband…I-I’m married…I-I’m n-not g-gay…”
The blonde police woman frowned, shaking her head. “While you’re working off your tickets…you are…unless you want to pay the fines…but I don’t think you want your *husband* to know about them do you?”
“Ohhhh….ohhh n-n-nooooo!”
“So until then Ms Chase, your husband will have to go without…that pussy is mine! *You’re* mine…my little lezzie tramp…”
Juliet Chase’s body quaked, her belly turning as her core tightened.
“Y-y-yes ma’am…” she surrendered.

Two days later, her heart pounding, she opened the door at Officer Lockley’s knock. She shivered under the blonde police officer’s scrutiny and she let her inside. Her panties were damp as they were taken down to bare her bottom for her spanking.
***
End of Part 2
The Servitude of Sappho: the Remaking of Joyce Summers will continue in Part 3: Metamorphosis
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers