Lori was up early on Thursday morning. Her husband sent her off with a kiss and he told her to have fun. Lori was torn up inside. She hated the thought of visiting Terry and doing whatever she was ordered to do. Her husband thought she was enjoying being Terry's slut, as she had for Frank.
The biggest problem for Lori was coming to terms with her feelings. If she were driving to meet Frank she would be doing it in complete anticipation of giving herself to him no matter what. Yet, she did not like Terry and hated the fact she was making this ride. The simple truth was the biggest part of the conflict within herself was the fact her body was longing for this trip no matter what her mind told her.
She was wearing the sandals, another short skirt and a white tank top. Between her legs hung the strand of beads that started all of this in Seattle. Terry had called Lori's husband and instructed him to tell Lori to wear them as she had in Seattle. Except in Seattle her skirt had hid the strand somewhat. The short skirt provided no such cover and the purple beads hung obscenely between her legs down to her knees.
The top Terry had chosen that first day was very tight and sheer. Lori's nipple ring and nipples were easily seen. She arrived a little before nine and waited until the minute hand of her Ladies Rolex struck the twelve o'clock position. Her knuckles made a shallow thud as she knocked on the heavy wooded front door.
The door opened and her nemesis, her Mistress, her friend, her foe stood in the doorway. Today, Terry was barefoot and wearing a short silk robe. Lori guessed from the outline of her body underneath the robe that she was naked.
"Good morning, slut. On time, I'm happy to see," Terry smiled but made no move to allow entrance, "show me my cunt, slut."
Lori grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She knew better this time not to let it back down. She could see Terry stared at the beads protruding from her bald pussy like a snake leaving its hole.
"Hand me my leash, slut."
Lori reached down and pulled the strand of beads up and offered them to her Mistress. As Terry reached for the strand her robe parted revealing her naked body. Her body was almost boy like. Small pert breasts with tiny erect nipples. Her legs were muscular, yet not particularly attractive and her stomach was flat to the point where her hip bones protruded like little ant hills in the dessert.
She tugged on the leash and Lori followed her into the house quickly, afraid of having her tether disconnect and anger Terry.
"When I was younger I was embarrassed by my body. I wanted to look like the pretty girls, the girls like you, Lori. They would laugh at me. They called me 'boy' or 'no tits'. I hated them for being pretty, not for being mean but for being pretty." Terry sighed and a smile came to her face. It was a sad smile. "Well, if they could only see me now."
Terry walked to the couch leading her pet with her. She dropped her robe to the floor and sat at the edge of the couch. Her hairy cunt was spread open and Lori realized something. It wasn't wet. Terry really did this for the power, not the enjoyment she thought to herself.
"On your knees, slut. Eat me for all those bitches who laughed at me. Eat me good or else I will beat you with my crop, though I might just beat you no matter what. Do you know why?" Terry asked, yet Lori didn't answer because she knew it was more of a rhetorical question. "Because I can," Terry laughed.
Lori knelt in front of her so-called friend and felt the tug of the knot in her cunt as she was pulled forward. She could feel her wetness and thought to herself she would be wet enough for the two of them. Her tongue reached out and gently parted Terry's heavy lips. She did not mind the taste and continued to explore deeper. She looked up at Terry and saw her staring back down at her. Her green eyes were glazed with either lust or power and she was beginning to respond to the ministrations of Lori.
As Lori worked her tongue up towards the clit Terry lifted her legs and rested them on Lori's back. Using the back as a fulcrum she pressed hard with her heels into the back of the kneeling women while forcing her cunt against the persistent tongue. She continued to fuck herself against the tongue, until her body stiffened and she came against Lori's face.
Once done she dropped her feet to the floor and rested her hand against the back of Lori's head. Was it an act of endearment or a subtle reminder not to remove her face from the glistening vagina. The beads had long ago fallen from her hand and Terry removed her hand after a few minutes and asked for her leash.
Lori, afraid of moving her mouth reached between her thighs until she felt the cool plastic strand of beads. She found the end and handed it to Terry. Terry sat up and told Lori to assume her kneeling position. Legs spread, eyes down and elbows clasped behind her back, Lori waited for instructions.
"You are a good cunt licker. I usually can only come by my own hand. John is a lousy cunt eater, but I guess it stands to reason a women, even a slut would be better than a man, " at that she tugged hard on the beads. Lori's cunt lips fought for a second, trying to keep the knot from being dislodged, but to no avail.
Terry held the knot up for inspection. The purple beads were covered with a whitish glaze. "You must enjoy eating pussy, judging from how wet these beads are," commented Terry. "I am going to get dressed. When I return I expect these to be clean of any of your nasty cunt juice. Open up." Lori opened her mouth and felt her chest and neck redden from the embarrassment as Terry shoved the entire knot into her mouth.
Lori sat on her haunches as she watched the ass of her tormenter move away from her. Once the bedroom door closed, Lori pulled the beads out and licked them clean. She stayed in position after placing the beads on the floor next to her.
A few minutes passed when she heard the door bell ring. Terry yelled from the bedroom for her to answer the door. Lori walked slowly to the door afraid of what Terry may have planned. She had hoped not to involve others. She looked through the side glass panel and saw two young men, no two boys standing outside. They were dressed in jeans, T-shirts and sneakers, much like her son would dress. Lori could not imagine Terry would involve underage boys in their games, maybe they were here for an unrelated reason. Lori hoped so.
She opened the door and swung her head around the door, trying to hide her body.
The taller of the two boys spoke, "Hello, is Mrs. Crane here. I'm Bobby and this is Pete. We are suppose to help her clean the barn today. We work at the stable where Mrs. Crane keeps her horse."
"Yes, boys, she is here it will be just a min...." Lori's voice was cut short by Terry whose cowboy boots echoed on the tile entry floor.
"Lori, do not be so rude. Let my friends in." Terry's voice seemed pleasant, yet after a slight pause she added, "Now,"
Lori stepped back from the door and let it open. The two boys walked in and first saw Terry in Levi's and a western shirt. They then looked back to the closing door and both did a double take when they saw Lori. They looked without trying not to. It was obvious this women was dressed unlike most women her age, unlike their mothers.
"Boys, this is my good friend Lori. She volunteered to help us clean the barn, but for the life of me I cannot figure out why she dressed that way. Oh well, you boys won't mind, will you?"
"No, no not at all, " stuttered Pete.
Bobby looked at this women and knew something was odd. He had seen Mrs. Crane order her husband around at the stables before. He figured there was something fishy here but maybe he would benefit. He felt his cock stir in his jeans and as he looked right at the nipple ring he said, "No, we can use all the help we can get."
"You boys meet us in the barn. We'll be down in a bit. Start sweeping up the area I showed you yesterday."
As the boys went to the kitchen to exit to the back through the garage, Lori spoke, "Terry, I mean Mrs. Crane, Ma'am. I, I, I can't...they're just boys...its illegal..Please. I'll do anything else."
"Shut up slut," Terry's voice echoed through the entry. "First of all why must you think the worst. Why do you think they would want to touch an old cunt like you? Secondly, you will do whatever I say. Johnny is about their age isn't he? Do you think he'd like to know what a slut his mother is?"
Tears were flowing down her cheeks and she said as firmly as possible, "I won't do it. If you want to tell my husband and son about what happened ten years ago, I'll take my chances. I won't let them see me in a police line up for this. Good bye."
"Wait, I didn't think you would get so upset. Settle down. First of all both boys turned 18 this year. You can't be arrested for poor judgment. Now let me show you something before you leave." Terry walked to the Master bedroom.
Lori followed, wiping her tears on her arm and slowly willing her heart to slow down. In the spacious bedroom John and Terry had a alcove where a desk and computer were set up.
It was one of the new Flat screen Apple iMacs . There on the screen was a picture of Lori with a dildo strapped to her leg and the word 'slut' written across her stomach. Terry pressed another button and the screen changed to Lori crawling across the floor of the adjacent living room in a short skirt that displayed her ass and bald cunt. The next showed her standing naked at a table with her husband and two friends, all dressed, licking a dildo being held by Terry.
Terry next clicked her mouse and an E-mail program came on the screen. The addresses where the mail was to be sent were those of her husband, her son, her friend Sally and the principal of Johnny's school.
Terry's finger pointed the mouse to the send icon and looked up, "It is up to you. Leave and I press this button. Those three pictures and the copies of the Poloroids will be sent to everyone on the list. Don't fuck with me, Bitch! Now either walk or go to the barn."
Lori stood there staring at the picture of her. For some reason she marveled at how clear the digital photo was. You could see her juices on the dildo and her tongue reaching out for a taste. She turned and headed to the barn.
Her and Terry walked in and found the boys working hard and their colored T-shirts showed the signs of perspiration. They stopped and stared at Lori as she walked slowly on the wooden slats in front of the stalls. Her heels made her steps precarious at best.
The city no longer allowed horses on these residential lots but Terry kept hers to store her collection of saddles and other rider paraphernalia she had no room for at the stable. She instructed the boys to move two saddles from one side of the barn to another. While the boys labored they kept their eyes on Lori.
