Chapter 7
Grace was fully dressed again when Mabel came to pick her up in Barnwell's office. It was almost as though nothing had happened. Grace sat on the sofa while Mabel and Barnwell talked quietly to each other at the other end of the room. Grace could not hear what they were saying, but she guessed they were talking about her. At one point Barnwell was talking and Mabel looked at Grace and nodded and laughed. Grace found the whole thing embarrassing. Barnwell had done all kinds of things to her and she hardly knew him. Grace quivered as she remembered how Barnwell's cock had packed her ass.
When Mabel finally led Grace out of the bank, Grace found that Mabel had returned to the house and brought back Grace's car.
Mabel drove while Grace sat next to her in the front seat.
"We'll get some gas and then we'll go shopping," Mabel said. "Would you like that? We can get you some new clothes. Would you like that, Grace?"
Grace nodded. She and Mabel had never been out like this before and it was fun. Mabel behaved as though they were close friends. No one could guess that Grace was really Mabel's slave. Only Grace knew that and the knowledge made her tingle with excitement.
Then Mabel slid her hand across Grace's legs and under Grace's skirt to touch her bare pussy.
"You're wet again," Mabel said. "Don't you ever stop?"
She pinched one of Grace's cunt lips between her thumb and forefinger and Grace groaned with pain.
"Oh, God, that hurts!" Grace wailed. Mabel chuckled. "Of course it hurts. He fucked your ass, didn't he."
"Yes."
"Did you like it."
"Yes."
Mabel snickered. A few moments later she pulled the car into a gas station. Grace sat in the car while Mabel got out to talk to the gas station attendant. When the young man came around to clean the windshield, he stared at Grace's legs until she became annoyed and pulled her skirt over her knees. As she watched him clean the windshield, she found herself turned on by his hairy muscular arms.
My God, I'm a nymphomaniac, she thought. I can't look at a man without getting wet.
The gas station attendant was a scruffy-looking fellow wearing a dirty shirt and greasy jeans, but he seemed to have a marvelous physique and Grace couldn't help imagining what he looked like naked.
Mabel returned to the car. "He's waiting for you in the men's washroom."
Grace's heart pounded. "I don't understand."
"The guy who just filled the tank is waiting for you. Go on before I get mad."
When Grace hesitated, Mabel reached out and brutally pinched her nipples through her dress and bra. "You go on before I really hurt you," Mabel said.
Trembling, Grace slipped out of the car and walked to the men's washroom at the side of the station building. She opened the door, and, sure enough, there in the small bathroom was the young man who had just filled the tank and cleaned the windshield.
He looked at her and grinned. "Come on in and close the door, lady."
This is crazy, Grace thought. She hoped there was no one outside who could see what she was doing, entering the men's washroom like this. Her blood raced as she stepped inside the grimy looking bathroom and closed the door behind her.
He motioned to her to move closer to him, and she quivered as she did so. When she was close enough, he reached out and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. His hands were greasy and she knew his fingers would leave marks on her dress, but she also knew that at this point there was nothing she could do about it.
When he had her dress unbuttoned down to her waist, he slipped it off her shoulders. His eyes glittered as they raked over the tightly packed cups of her bra.
"Nice jugs," he said. "Who's that lady out there? You work for her?"
"She's just a friend," Grace said.
He scooped her tits out of her bra. She hadn't expected it. She thought he would remove her bra or ask her to do it, but instead he scooped her tits out of her bra and now her tits hung there like ripe fruit, her nipples swollen and stiff as if someone had been sucking them.
Smiling at her, he took each long nipple between his fingers and pinched her tender nipple-flesh until she winced. Then he dropped her tits and turned to face the toilet.
"I've gotta piss," he said. "How about a little help?"
A shudder ran through Grace.
"Come on," he said, "we can't stay in here all day. Get my fucking cock out."
Her fingers trembling, she reached for the front of his grimy jeans and unzipped his fly. She found his cock and brought it out so that it dangled in front of him like a thick hose. He had a long foreskin that almost covered his cockhead. She was turned on now. The sight of his meaty prick quickly brought the juices to her pussy.
Skinning his foreskin back, she held his heavy cock while he pissed into the toilet. The piss came out of his cock in a steady loud stream, and for a moment she imagined she had a horse's cock in her hand, the huge cock of a stallion gushing a flood of hot piss.
She had never done anything like this before, and before he was through pissing the lewd excitement of it brought her a quivering orgasm.
When he was finished, he flushed the toilet, put the lid down and made her sit on it. He dangled his cock in front of her mouth.
"Clean it up," he said.
She stared at his prick as though mesmerized. She could see the drop of piss brimming in the slit of his pisshole. His thick foreskin was still rolled behind his cockhead, and his fat cock-knob looked hot and juicy. Her mouth watered for a taste of it.
Extending her tongue, she licked up the drop of piss hanging on the tip of his cock, loving the salty taste of it and trembling at her own lust.
She lapped her tongue over his bloated cockhead, then up and down his slowly hardening cockshaft.
He unbuckled his belt now. He wore no underwear and as his jeans fell down to his ankles she had all of his cock and balls exposed.
The sweaty smell of his crotch turned her on. She sniffed and licked her lips as she gazed at his throbbing prick and hairy heavy balls.
Leaning forward, she began licking the leathery bag that held his nuts. He chuckled with approval and held the shaft of his cock up so that she could run her tongue everywhere.
His balls had a lovely musky smell and the slightly salty taste of the skin of his ball-bag was delicious. A sudden lewdness overcame her.
"Turn around," she said.
He grinned. He knew what she wanted. He turned his back to her and leaned forward with his hands against the wail and his ass close to her face.
Quivering, her heart pounding, she ran her hands over his muscular ass and then pressed her mouth into his hairy asscrack.
She licked up and down the deep split between his hard ass-cheeks. The musky taste of his ass drove her wild. She found his ass-hole with the tip of her tongue, circled it and tickled the puckered ring.
Leaning his head against the wall, he reached back with both hands and pulled his ass-cheeks open.
"Go on," he said, "ream it out, lady. It's all yours."
Stiffening her tongue, her heart pounding in her ears, she slowly pushed her tongue inside his ass-hole, wiggled it back and forth and in and out.
He groaned, then finally he pulled his ass away from her face and turned around. His cock had stiffened into an enormous fuckpole, his cockflesh throbbing, his swollen cockhead dripping juice.
Grace took the knob of his cock inside her mouth and started sucking. His meaty prick tasted delicious. She pumped her mouth up and down on his cock, milking his fuckmeat, swirling her tongue over his pisshole.
He started coming. She held his nuts with one hand and frigged his cockshaft with the other hand. He came in great spurts of hot jism and she used her hands to milk the last drop of spunk out of his balls.
He groaned as she sucked the last glob of thick jism out of his pisshole.
She swallowed what she had in her mouth, reveling in the taste. She loved the taste of jism when it was thick and hot. This load had been exceptionally thick and gluey, and she smacked her lips with satisfaction as she finished him off.
"Christ, what a cocksucker you are!" he said.
She smiled at him as she stuffed her tits inside her bra and buttoned her dress. Moments later she left him in the washroom and walked back to the car where Mabel was waiting. It occurred to her she had no idea what his name was.
"Don't worry about the grease stains," Mabel said. "We'll get you a new dress. I promised you that, didn't I?"
Mabel took Grace to a chic little boutique in a shopping center. The store had thick carpets and soft lighting and the beat of hot music coming from two large speakers.
The boutique was empty except for the salesgirl, a slender brunette with a voluptuous mouth. The girl smiled and looked them up and down with her big eyes. She looked at Grace more than at Mabel and Grace couldn't help but quiver.
Mabel walked through the shop, pulling a number of dresses off the racks, chatting with the girl about what would look good on Grace as if Grace were a child. Mabel and the girl finally agreed on a selection of dresses and the girl said she would close the shop and help them in the dressing room.
The girl's name was Clarissa. After she locked the front door of the shop, she came into the dressing room and smiled at Mabel. "All right, now we're alone. What do we do first?"
Grace caught the look of understanding that passed between Mabel and the girl, and Grace was suddenly afraid. She knew Mabel well enough by now to know that anything was possible.
Mabel said to Grace, "I think you ought to undress, honey. We can't try these dresses on unless you strip. You're standing there like an idiot and that doesn't help at all."
The salesgirl giggled and Grace blushed. Unbuttoning the front of her dress, Grace slipped it off and handed it to the girl. Clarissa put the dress away and then turned to look at Grace. "Maybe you'd better give me the bra, too."
Grace blushed and looked at Mabel.
But Mabel said, "Do as you're told, honey."
Once again Grace caught the look of understanding that passed between Mabel and the salesgirl. Unhooking her bra, Grace slipped it away from her tits and handed it to the girl.
Clarissa held Grace's bra in her hands and smiled as she gazed at Grace's heavy tits.
"Big tits always turn me on," Clarissa said.
Grace quivered, afraid to move.
Mabel chuckled. "She'll do anything you want, won't you, Grace?"
Grace felt the pounding of her heart. She wanted to say no but she couldn't. Instead, she looked at Clarissa and slowly nodded.
A glitter came into the girl's eyes and she smiled at Grace. Tossing the bra onto a chair, Clarissa extended her hands palm up and cupped the globes of Grace's trembling tits.
The girl's slender fingers worked into the underside of Grace's heavy tits, and she squeezed and pulled until Grace had to lean forward in order to avoid being hurt.
Clarissa seemed satisfied, and Grace understood the girl wanted her tits hanging into her hands.
Clarissa fondled Grace's tits, squeezing her tit flesh and pinching her thick nipples. The girl was obviously turned on by Grace's big hanging tits and Grace found herself excited by the feel of the girl's hands.
At last Clarissa dropped Grace's tits and stepped back. The girl looked meaningfully at Grace's panties and Grace knew what to do next. She slipped the panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.
Clarissa was amused by Grace's shaved pussy. She moved close to Grace and ran her hands over Grace's belly and down to her cunt lips. The salesgirl fingered Grace's cunt lips, then pushed two fingers inside Grace's sopping wet cunthole.
Mabel said, "You can hurt her a little bit."
Clarissa looked at Grace's face a long moment. "Yes, I think I will."
Grace quivered and then a moment later she cried out as the girl's fingernails tore at her cunt lips.
"She's very wet," the girl said. "I've got her cunt-cream all over my hand. Does she always get like this?"
Mabel snickered. "She must like what you're doing."
Keeping one hand on Grace's wet cunt, Clarissa moved the other hand around to Grace's ass. She fondled Grace's ass-cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh, then pushing her fingers into Grace's asscrack to find her ass-hole.
Grace moaned as the girl's fingers tickled her ass-hole. She closed her eyes and swayed back and forth, moving her cunt against one of Clarissa's hands and her ass-hole against the other hand.
"She's not tight back there at all," Clarissa said. "She's all stretched out."
Mabel chuckled. "I suppose she is. It's a well-used back door."
Mabel and the girl laughed at that, and then Grace winced as Clarissa suddenly shoved a finger deep inside her ass-hole.
The girl probed Grace's ass-hole with her finger. After a while she added a second finger and Grace groaned with pleasure. Then suddenly Clarissa pulled her fingers out of Grace's ass-hole and brought them up to Grace's mouth.
Grace needed no instructions. She sucked and licked the girl's fingers until they were clean and no longer had the taste of her ass.
"She's a treat," Clarissa said. "She's a lovely little masochist."
Stepping back, Clarissa quickly stripped her clothes off. She wore long dark stockings with elastic tops that reached almost to her crotch. Her legs were long and lovely and her dark cunt bush was thick and tufted.
"I'd like to sit on her face," Clarissa said. "Can I do that?"
Mabel nodded. "You can do anything you want, I told you that."
They made Grace stretch out on her back on the floor. Clarissa stood over her, smiling down at her, and then the girl moved between Grace's legs and slid the point of her shoe into Grace's cunt.
Grace closed her eyes and raised her knees.
She pretended Clarissa's shoe was a cock. It I felt like a cock as it pushed into the soft flesh of her pussy. Clarissa cleverly found Grace's cunthole with her shoe and a moment later Grace hissed as the girl's foot squeezed inside her gaping fuck-hole.
Clarissa fucked Grace's cunt with her shoe until Grace came with a series of violent shudders. This was the first time Grace had ever been brought off like this and the newness of it made her a little crazy.
Then Clarissa was squatting over Grace's face and finally settling down to press her oozing cunt against Grace's open mouth.
The girl's hot pussy dripped cunt-juice like a waterfall and Grace had to keep sucking and swallowing in order to breathe.
After she had her cunt positioned the way she wanted it, her cunthole over Grace's mouth and her clit against Grace's nose, Clarissa began riding Grace's face.
"I always get off like this," Clarissa mewled. "This is the best way for me."
A moment later she came, gushing cunt-juice over Grace's mouth, squirming her ass and rubbing her cunt-cream over Grace's face from her chin to her eyes.
After Clarissa finished, it was Mabel's turn to climb on. Mabel quickly brought herself off against Grace's chin, and then at the end Mabel squirmed around until she had Grace's nose deep inside her cunthole.
Grace could hardly breathe, but she came again at the smell and taste of Mabel's raunchy fuck-hole.