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(Ff, ped, oral, affair) *** PART 2 Marcia attacked the young girl's hairless pussy like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Her tongue slid in deep, savoring the taste and smell of the teenager's musk. Pussy juice dripped from her cheeks and chin. Moving up to latch her lips around the girl's stiff clit, she slid two fingers inside her dripping cunt, sliding them in and out in rhythm with her tongue, which flicked up and down over the hard nub. Her free hand roamed all over the girl's body, pinching her nipples, rubbing her belly, squeezing the small mounds of her tiny titties. Tina, Marcia's petite fifteen year old lover of six days, grabbed the married woman's head in both small hands and held her face tightly to her own crotch as she shuddered in orgasm for the fifth time that afternoon. Marcia's training was progressing nicely, Tina thought, especially considering her lover didn't know she was being trained at all. The teenager totally dominated the older woman, and Marcia had become her obedient slave while thinking she was entering an equitable relationship. Marcia, on the other hand, was falling head over heels for this amazingly sexy child. She felt like a teenage girl dating her first boyfriend. She thought about the girl all the time, texted her constantly and jumped into bed with her whenever she could get her into the house. She had started downloading lesbian porn from the internet so she could learn new techniques to make their sex better. She took every opportunity to make Tina cum, to the point that Tina rarely got the chance to return the favor. But Marcia didn't mind. Love was about making the other person happy, not about them making you happy (if Marcia had been more clear-headed, she might have remembered thinking the same thing before she got married). She had also started buying and wearing clothes that Tina helped her pick, and her hair had been done in a new, sexy way. Tina had given her some make-up tips, to give her a younger (slutty) look. Marcia crawled up next to Tina and planted a wet kiss on her full red lips. Her fingers stroked the young girl's pussy as her tongue dipped into that sexy mouth. She smiled invitingly and lay down next to her lover, legs spread wide, waiting. Tina sat up and looked down at the auburn haired beauty. Marcia's huge 40 DD boobs sagged only a little on either side of her chest, her large dark nipple crinkled and erect. "Oh, Baby," Tina cooed with an expression of disappointment on her face. "We have an appointment at Madame Vicky's in half an hour remember? I'm sorry, sweetheart, but we don't have time for me to take care of you now. But I'll make it up to you later!" Marcia's face fell at the disappointing words. She was really horny, as usual these days, and wanted desperately to cum. But she knew that Tina was right. The girl had made the appointment with the woman who ran an exclusive fashion shop several days ago. Tina told Marcia that her products were highly sought after, and appointments like these were hard to get on short notice, but that Tina was one of her special customers. Marcia tried not to think of how "special" this Madame Vicky was to her new lover. Mustn't be jealous! "We have time for a quick kiss, though," the teen angel purred. She leaned down and sealed her lips around Marcia's open mouth, shoving her whole tongue inside. Marcia's pulse raced, and her breathing grew deeper as their tongues wrestled around in each other's mouths. She could feel and taste the drool from the teenager's hot mouth filling hers, and swallowed the warm foam eagerly. As she kissed her, Tina ran her hand down over her big tits and belly to her dripping pussy, which was now shaved, at Tina's request. Marcia's hips rose to meet the fingers on her clit, humping her hips in a desperate attempt to get herself off. Just as she felt her orgasm building to a climax, Tina broke the hot kiss and took her hand away, sitting up to smile innocently at the poor horny woman. "Well, gotta go!" she chirped, hopping off the bed to pick up her clothes from the floor. Marcia's hands went to her crotch so she could finish herself off quickly before they left. Tina scampered over and grabbed Marcia's wrists in both of her tiny hands, pulling the thirty seven year old woman to her feet on shaky legs. Marcia whimpered her frustration. "Go on, you horny cunt, get dressed. You can play with your nasty wet slit later!" The teenage slut smacked the older woman on the ass, sending her to the pile of clothes she had picked for her earlier. Marcia slipped on the short skirt, which hung an inch below her crotch, and a short halter-top that didn't quite cover her breasts, exposing the sides and lots of cleavage in the middle. Her nipples and areola would stay covered though, as long as she didn't sway too much, and if she didn't lift her arms, they would stay covered from below. Standing still, the bottom thirds of her huge white globes stuck out of the bottom of the cropped top. Five-inch heels completed the outfit. Tina had taken the liberty of discarding all of Marcia's bras, panties and pantyhose, saying that young hot women didn't wear them anymore. Marcia supposed the girl knew what she was talking about, though she noticed Tina always wore a thong. Maybe because she was still a minor, she thought. Marcia drove, of course, since Tina was underage. Tina took liberties with her lover's body during the car ride, lifting her top up to expose her tits and play with her nipples, sliding her hand up and down the woman's bare thigh and teasing her bald pussy. It drove Marcia to distraction, but somehow she managed to keep the car on the road. They pulled into a parking lot in a seedy-looking part of the inner city. Marcia had never been in this area, which was run-down and dirty looking. The storefronts were mostly empty or boarded up, with broken display windows more common than not. Graffiti covered the fronts of the buildings. There were groups of young black men hanging around some of the doors, and several homeless men sleeping in alleys and doorways. Marcia was nervous, walking almost naked from her car to the building Tina was guiding her to. Having spent her whole life in affluent – mostly white – suburbs, Marcia felt an unreasoning fear of black men, especially young ones. She would have bridled at the idea that she was a racist, but she had never really had any meaningful interactions with African Americans, so she had no point of reference. "Woooo Hoooo! Check out THAT shit!" she heard. She didn't dare look around to see who was yelling, lest she encourage him. "Look at that fine white ass!" came another voice."I could fuck that all day" "Come over here, Baby. Lemme see them big ole titties! I could suck on those nips all day long!" Despite (or maybe because of) the crudeness of the comments, Marcia's horniness increased. Her nipples ached, they were so swollen, and she could feel the sticky wetness from her leaking cunt on her upper thighs. Tina led her past several parking lots with available spaces closer to the store, so she assumed that she was being led through this demeaning gauntlet on purpose. If the purpose was to get her more excited, it was working! They approached a solid wood door, set between what had been windows but were now decorative wood panels painted in dark purple, red and black patterns. The interior of the store was not visible from the outside. A small plaque was attached to the heavy door with "Madame Vicky's" in gilded letters. Tina pushed a small button next to the door and stood back, waiting. Marcia assumed, correctly, that they were being inspected by a hidden camera. As they stood there, a young black man sauntered over leading a group of about a dozen others. He looked to the frightened woman to be in his late teens. He was well over six feet tall, and loomed over both of the girls. Marcia looked nervously at Tina, falling into her new role of submissive girlfriend. The 5'-7" tall woman looked to the young girl, a full foot shorter than herself, for guidance. Tina turned to face the young men with a warm smile, her beautiful face radiant. "Hello," she addressed the tall young man. "Like what you see?" She was standing half hidden behind her taller, older lover with her hands on Marcia's shoulders, presenting her for his observation. She placed a delicate hand in the small of Marcia's back, gently pushing so that the middle aged woman had to take a step forward, making her tits bounce in their flimsy confines. "Oh man, do I." the muscular young man replied. His eyes were glued to Marcia's huge tits and long legs. He was practically drooling. The gang behind him offered its own lewd critique of Marcia's body. She noticed that they all looked young, between thirteen and fifteen. Fear and lust warred in Marcia's mind as she heard the door opener buzz behind her. Before Tina turned her to enter, she reached around and yanked Marcia's halter top up, exposing her 40DD tits to the avid gazes of the young men. Shouts of approval and desire rose from the crowd. "We'll be done in about an hour!" she told them, then the 2 women slipped through the door, which swung closed and locked in the teenager's face. Marcia found herself in a small drawing room, about 10 feet square. The carpet was a dark red color, and purple, red and silver drapes covered the walls. It was richly decorated with expensive-looking artwork, a small, delicate cherry table and an intimate love seat. A large crystal chandelier gave of a warm glow that didn't quite chase the shadows from the corners, but shed a romantic light. A large, intricately carved wooden door was opposite the entry door. The room was totally incongruous to the seedy surroundings of the neighborhood, like they had entered another world entirely. Tina sat on the love seat and patted the empty space next to her in invitation. Marcia sat obediently, reaching to pull her top down over her bulging breasts. "Leave it up, Baby," her teenage lover murmured seductively, "I like the way you look." She laid a delicate hand on Marcia's bare thigh, slipping her fingers under the hem of her micro-mini skirt to fondle the older woman's wet cunt. Marcia sighed and leaned her head back, distracted from the gentle command she had just obeyed without thinking. The inside door opened while Tina was fingering her lover, but the girl didn't take her hand away, or stop fondling at all. Marcia started to sit up when she heard the door, but Tina put her free hand on her shoulder to stop her. Marcia looked up to see a tall – statuesque was what came to mind – woman enter the room. The woman looked to be in her mid-forties, but Marcia suspected that she had been helped to look that way by some excellent plastic surgery. Her eyes were dark and cat-like, cool and appraising. Her legs were very long – longer than Marcia's – and muscular and shapely. Her waist was narrow and her hips were broad enough to balance her breasts, which were huge; even bigger than Marcia's. The difference was that these were clearly fake, while Marcia's were real. They were fully on display, held in a glossy black bustier that encased the striking woman's midsection, and ended in half cups that lifted the soccer ball-sized globes and left her large dark nipples exposed. A large gold ring pierced each nipple. Sheer black stockings caressed her legs, attached to the bustier by black lace garters. Adding to her imposing height were five inch black stiletto heels. Clearly, this was Madame Vicky, owner of the establishment. Marcia sat helpless under the stroking of her teenage lover's fingers; embarrassed, but unable to move from her position. "So this is your latest conquest," the elegant woman drawled. Her voice was rich and deep. The commanding and sophisticated appearance of this imposing woman made Marcia feel insignificant. Here she lay, sprawled on this beautiful woman's settee, her breasts exposed, being molested by a teenage girl. And she didn't have the will to do anything about it. "Stand, please." said Madame Vicky. It was clearly a command in the form of a request. Intimidated, her will sapped by the surroundings and her continued sexual frustration, the thirty seven year old woman stood before the imposing presence of the store owner. "Nice tits," the severe looking woman said. "I assume their real, by the way they sag." Her words were meant to demean the other woman. "Yes, Ma'am." Marcia muttered. "I'm sorry. Did I imply that a reply was needed?" "Ma'am?" "I made a statement. I didn't ask a question." The woman told her. Marcia felt like a little girl being scolded by a disappointed adult. She hung her head and stared at the floor, her face and chest flushed with embarrassment. Tina stood just behind Madame Vicky, near her right shoulder, offering no support to Marcia at all. She had no idea why she was being treated this way, or why she should care, but she had involuntarily adopted a submissive stance, and it seemed that she was stuck with it. "Madame Vicky" had been born Victoria Lance. When she began stripping at the age of sixteen, she chose the stage name "Vicki Diamond." At the age of 21, she married a rich, seventy year old French businessman, who took her to Europe, where she was exposed to luxuries of which she had only dreamed before. Upon his death at the age of 82 (fucked to death, most assumed), she returned to America with a large inheritance and a new name and new breasts, where she invested in a store that catered to strippers, for whom she still felt an affinity. "Professional" girls (strippers and hookers) were given a generous discount, which she made up by overcharging women like the one before her now. She was now fifty- five years old, but looked much younger. She was rightfully proud of her appearance, and was insanely jealous of any one whose measurements could rival hers, especially if they did so without benefit of surgery. Marcia sensed this animosity, but didn't know the extent, or how much she would have to pay for her natural DD's. "So we need a new wardrobe do we?" the store owner spoke over her shoulder to Tina, dismissing Marcia. "Well, we need a few things to spice up her existing one." Tina replied. "Drab and frumpy, no doubt." Vicky said, with an elegant smirk. Tina smiled back, knowingly. Marcia felt embarrassed. And horny as hell. The more she was belittled, the hotter she got. "You want to make her look sexy, so you don't have to be as embarrassed to be seen with her." This was a statement, not a question; an assumption that Marcia was not attractive enough to be seen with her new young lover. It played on Marcia's basic insecurity perfectly. Tina smiled, but didn't confirm the statement. She didn't deny it, either. "Let's see what we can do then." Vicky sighed, turning on her heel to lead the way deeper into the store. To Marcia, it was like walking into a dangerous alley at night. The view of Madame Vicky's incredible ass, exposed in a black thong, drew her forward. Inside the store, the lights were brighter, and there were shelves and racks filled with a cluttered collection of clothing. Silk, satin, lace and other sumptuous fabrics shimmered under the subtle but sufficient overhead lighting. Several women, in various stages of undress, wandered through aisles in the cluttered room. All stopped to look at the middle-aged woman, breasts exposed, wearing a skirt that barely covered her bare pussy. Vicky led her to a triple mirror in a corner. "Strip." She commanded. Startled, Marcia looked to Tina, who smiled condescendingly and nodded. Marcia slipped her skirt down her legs and off, and lifted her halter top up over her head. She stood naked and vulnerable in front of the 2 other women, and was aware of the appraising glances and open stares of the other customers. "Hmmm," Vicky murmured, shaking her head slightly in disapproval. She stepped up behind Marcia and reached around her to grab her breasts, lifting them up to look at them in the mirror over the surprised woman's shoulder. Marcia felt the taller woman's breasts push against her bare shoulder blades, the nipples hard and cool, the gold rings cold. Vicki supported her customer's huge melons in her palms, while her fingers pulled and twisted the nipples, which grew harder under the stimulation. Marcia's breathing grew erratic as her pussy gushed from the stimulation of her sensitive breasts. Her eyes began to close as she concentrated on the erotic sensation. "Not bad," Vicki muttered. "They seem suitably sensitive, and the right cup will hide the sag. Could be bigger though." Marcia had never been made to feel that her breasts were inadequate before, and she felt ashamed. Vicky remained right behind the horny woman, her hands sliding over her ribs to settle on her hips. Her right hand drifted forward, across Marcia's belly and down to her mound. The other hand traveled across her ass cheeks, slipping into the deep cleft between the 2 pillows of her butt. "Not too much belly flab." Vicky continued to critique Marcia's body in front of the whole store. "A little cellulite on her ass and thighs, but that's to be expected, I suppose." Marcia looked down at the floor as the comments continued. She stiffened when she felt Vicky's finger rub her clit, but settled back, leaning slightly against the older woman. Madame Vicky insinuated her other hand between Marcia's legs from behind to dip her fingers into her sopping wet cunt, lubricating them. She then slid her fingers back up to Marcia's crinkled anus. Marcia's eyes flew open when she felt Vicky's finger poke at her back door, but the larger woman wrapped her free arm around Marcia's waist, holding her still. The wife and mother of one soon relaxed to the invasion, and stood docilely as the anal exploration continued. Vicky molested the poor woman in front of the other customers for several minutes, then released her and removed the three fingers she had been able to wedge into her tightest hole. She locked gazes with Marcia in the mirror, and put her fingers into her own mouth to taste Marcia's asshole. She removed the clean digits and turned Marcia to face her, pressing her lips to the startled woman's mouth, forcing her tongue inside. Marcia tasted the bitter tang of her own asshole on the older woman's tongue. Unknown to Marcia, cameras had recorded her entire ordeal from behind the two-way mirrors. Tina would take the recording to her brother-in-law to see if it could be used in a movie, but she had her own uses for the video evidence as well. Apparently having tired of humiliating the poor woman, Tina and Vicky proceeded to pick out several new outfits for the teenager's new sex toy, each more revealing than the last. Madame Vicky specialized in "stripper clothes", thin, revealing outfits that were easily removed. When several hundred dollars of purchases had been tallied up, including many nice things for Tina, the teenager paid with Marcia's own credit card. The appointment had cost her heavily. Marcia's own clothes had disappeared some time during the visit, so Tina picked out a school girl stripper outfit for her to wear home. There was an extremely short pleated plaid skirt that flared out to reveal the bottoms of her ass cheeks from behind and her pussy lips from the front. It was held at the waist with a small Velcro strip, for easy removal. The top was a short sleeved white shirt without buttons that tied between her breasts. It left her ribs and belly bare, almost to the top of her clit hood. The top was very sheer, and her dark nipples showed clearly through it. Argyle knee socks and black 6 inch heels with ankle straps completed the revealing outfit. Once again, no underwear was supplied. Tina took the bags of clothing (they were not very bulky, as none of the purchases were very large), and the 2 women left the store together. The front door opened and Marcia stepped out into the street first, to be greeted by the group of young black men who had accosted them before they had entered the store an hour before. The teenaged leader grinned lewdly at the nearly naked older woman. "You're late, bitch." He greeted her. *** Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 71