Author: SM
Title: Her New Name
Part: 23
Universe: SM, Her New Name
Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister
in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty
experiences.
Keywords: cum fetish, exhibition, humil,
les, D/s
Language: English
Her
New Name—Part 23
(cum fetish, exhibition, humil, les
D/s)
By
SM
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From Part 22 (after the Pick Her Boobs Game):
“What a wonderfully dumb sexy game. Clearly a rich person’s game,” Bunny said to
Kari afterwards, as she leaned against her.
Bunny had enjoyed the free bar, so she seemed more than a little drunk and
hadn’t bothered to put her bikini back on after the game. “I loved it!”
Kari felt Bunny’s boobs against her
arm and remembered Stacy’s comment that Bunny had a crush on her. As usual, she didn’t know how to
respond. Bunny’s hand slowly crept onto her
leg.
“Did you enjoy it?” Bunny asked
her. Her fingers began teasing the edge
of Kari’s black bikini, mid-thigh.
“Uhmm, yes, I did, it was fun for all
of us,” Kari replied.
“And, did you like what you saw?”
“Yes . . . uhmm . . . yeah, sure—it
was fun,” Kari answered, a bit confused about what Bunny was asking. Bunny’s fingers began to slide under her
bikini toward her pussy.
“Did you like me naked tits? I meant . . . <hickup> my naked . . . er . . . tits?” Bunny asked, arching her back so as to put
her boobs close into Kari’s view, as she slid even closer and began to fondle
Kari’s pussy openly under her bikini bottom.
“Uhmm, well, yes . . . I do like your . . . uhmm, tits,” Kari said, again, as usual, totally
at a loss for what to do to handle Bunny’s seduction.
“I like yours, too.”
“Well, thank you,” Kari replied.
“Can I shuck your pussy?” Bunny asked,
her voice slurring.
“Can you . . . uhmm . . . suck my
pussy?”
“Yesh,
please,” Bunny asked.
As it happened, Stacy looked up at her from her
conversation with Josie, and Kari saw her eyes go dull as she took in what she
was seeing. Bunny’s hand was inside
Kari’s black bikini, moving in ways which could only be finger-fucking.
“Uhmm,
no . . . please stop,” Kari said, although her body betrayed her at that
moment, and she came very hard.
Before
Kari could regroup after her cum, Bunny was kissing her. She thought briefly about trying to interrupt
the kiss, but didn’t want to upset Bunny.
But, the look on Stacy’s face meant that she was going to upset someone.
When Bunny stopped for a breath, she stood up and took hold of Bunny’s wrist
and pulled her hand from her pussy, which made Bunny whine with disappointment.
“Uhmm
. . . I’m sorry, but uhmm . . . I need to get a drink refill,” Kari said.
“You
don’t like me?” Bunny asked, pouting.
“Yes,
I like you, but I don’t know you very well yet.
Give me a little time to get to know you, ok?”
“Oooo-kayyy,” Bunny replied, still pouting.
Kari
couldn’t find her drink, but she went over to where Stacy was sitting, chatting
with Josie. She was looking at Bunny
with obvious irritation in her eyes, so Kari wasn’t sure what to say to
her. Joe was at the next table, sipping
his drink and chatting with the other cook (who was still ‘on duty’ making sure
all the food and drinks were supplied to the servers) so Kari stepped over a
couple of steps to him and stood there nervously.
“Have
a seat, baby! I think you look really
great in that bikini,” he said, with real warmth in his voice.
She
sat down next to him. “Uhmm . . .
thanks.” Apparently he could sense her
discomfort.
“Are
you ok?” he said sotto voce.
“Uhmm . . . I can’t find my drink,” she said,
although looking at him with some distress in her eyes, so he knew that wasn’t
the whole problem.
“Easy enough. Your
usual? Rum and coke?”
“Yes.” He
turned around and caught Katie’s attention, tapped his glass and pointed at
Kari, obviously gesturing for a refill.
Katie hopped up and moved quickly to the bar, and after only a moment,
Kari’s drink was on the table in front of her.
“Thanks,” Kari said to both of them.
“Not a problem,” the both said in unison.
“Can I get you anything else?” Katie asked.
“No . . . but, thank you.”
Joe looked at her thoughtfully. “Hhrmmm . . . maybe
this would be a good time to have a look at my apartment?”
“Actually, yes . . . it would be a very good time .
. . thank you,” Kari replied with relief that he’s offered her a way out.
Joe, turned and gestured to Wendy, who nodded,
apparently understanding both his gestures and the plans he was conveying to
her. He got up and took Kari by the
arm. Stacy looked over at her, still
obviously irritated.
“Where are you going?”
“Uhmm . . . Joe offered to show me more about the
mansion,” Kari said, thinking that telling her he was going to show off his
apartment and bedroom might not be a good idea at that moment. “We’re all planning to stay all evening for
dinner, so we have lots of time,” she continued, hoping Stacy wouldn’t ask to
go along.
“Uhmm . . . ok. See you after awhile, then.” Stacy didn’t seem to be unhappy with Kari,
which was a relief—but her gaze turned back to Bunny, who apparently wasn’t in
her good graces at the moment.
Noticing that
she had also misplaced her sarong, Joe waved at Lisa, who promptly found one
for her.
“Thank you,” Kari said. They started to walk across the vast lawn
toward the mansion.
“Personally, I think you’re quite sexy without
covering up with the sarong, but I know you’re sensitive about wearing a
bikini—and you’re upset about something,” he said.
“I don’t want to be caught in another triangle. I’m already having trouble enough figuring
out about my relationship with you, and with Stacy. Stacy told me that Bunny has a crush on me,
and she just made a move on my, and reached inside my bikini and fingered me,”
Kari said, blushing a bit. “Uhmm . . .
she made me cum when I didn’t want to. I
stopped her and walked away—but . . . it’s confusing.”
“Ah,” Joe said thoughtfully, and paused. “She made you cum?” he asked curiously.
“It happened so fast, and I don’t know how to say
‘no’ to people,” Kari said. “I didn’t
know what to do to stop her. I know it
upset Stacy, I saw her watching us. She
seemed very irritated with Bunny.”
“Did you say anything to her? Bunny, I mean.”
“I told her, no, to please stop,” but she was drunk,
I guess, so she didn’t even hear me.
Then, afterwards, she said I didn’t like her, and I told her, no, I just
don’t know her yet, so give me some time.
She said ‘ok’ and then I walked away.”
“Sounds like you handled it as well as you could
have, babe,” Joe said.
“Joe, stuff like this is happening all the time
now. One of the guys who saw me in the bukkake at the club found out where I work and came out to
the library and fingered me back by the lesbian literature section. I came then, too. He’s actually a nice guy, I found out
later. But, it’s like I’m asking to be
raped.”
Joe cleared his throat. “Uh, well . . . do you want to be raped? I mean . . . have you had those fantasies?”
She didn’t want to respond to that. They had arrived at the mansion, so Joe
guided her to one of the doors, took out his key, unlocked and they entered his
apartment.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
Joe said aloud, “Lights, soft, Music, medium
loudness. Please adjust the volume so my
guest and I can listen to each other.
Please, have a seat, Kari.” As
the lights came on, soft and indirect, Kari found her way to one of the
overstuffed loveseats and sat down.
A female voice—very melodic, but clearly a computer
voice—responded. “Please specify which
genre or piece of music you’d prefer.”
It reminded Kari of the computer voice on Star Trek which the Captain
was always talking to.
“Hrmmm . . . how about Beethoven’s Pastoral?”
“Beethoven’s Symphony Number 6 in F Major, Opus 68,
known as the Pastoral Symphony, or Recollections of Country Life,
composed in 1808, is available. Do you
have a preference for the symphony orchestra or the director?”
“Leonard Bernstein?
Select one of his.”
“Please enjoy Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony, the
Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, directed and recorded by Leonard Bernstein in
the late 1970’s.” The sound filled the
room, full and resonant, but as Kari looked around there didn’t seem to be any
speakers visible. The room was plush and
neat, with high ceilings and amazing decor, and several large erotic paintings
adorned the wall. The odd thing was that
one of the paintings looked somewhat like Kari.
“Wow,” she said again.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Joe said,
grinning. “Would you like me to refresh
your drink or would you like a new one—or something else entirely.”
“Uhmm . . . actually, some water would be great.”
“That’s easy.
If you turn to your right, do you see that little alcove with the fridge
in it? It has glasses, bottled water and
ice all in one convenient place. There’s
beer and wine in there, too, actually.
You can probably reach it by leaning over the couch arm, when you are
sitting there.”
“Wow!”
“Kari, my dear, you’re repeating yourself. Not that I mind, but you seem to be in
shock. You’ve just been through a trauma
of sorts after all.”
“I’m sorry.
It’s just a surprise to find out all this about you. You have to understand that when I first met
you, you were just a guy at Sunday school, looking at my boobs, and then after
that, you were a perverted guy who wanted me to sit on your face, and cum in my
panties . . . well, you know the story, since you were there the whole time.”
“Oh, I’m still all of those things, although I’ve
missed Sunday School for awhile. Been busy, and you can see that in the Bible Belt, it wouldn’t a great plan to invite the Sunday School
class over for dinner and drinks.”
“Yeah, I can.
Uhmm . . . can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Who painted that one?” Kari asked, pointing to the
one which seemed to look like herself, her face covered with cum, as she was
rubbing her pussy with her clearly cum-stained panties loose on her thigh on
one leg, while she was sucking on a cock which appeared thrust out from the
edge of the picture. While it was very
clearly erotic, it was also, as far as Kari could see, very excellent
painting. It was very arousing.
“You’ll never guess.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t. I don’t know much about paintings, and I
don’t know any famous painters. I’ve looked at all that stuff in the library,
but it’s very hard to learn about it without seeing the originals.”
“I’m not famous.
As a painter, anyway. And, by the way, it is an original.” He brought a tray of chips and dip, and put
it on the table in front of them, so they could both reach it. He brought a glass of wine for himself, as
well.
“YOU? You painted it?”
“Well, yes . . . I confess.”
“Wow. . . . did you have a
model to look at while you were painting it?”
“Of course. I had a photo of you.”
“Ain’t that a trip?
You’re an erotic model, in spite of your parents griping to everyone about
the nude models being used to teach painting at the college,” her slutself
commented.
“Yeah, well,
Dad talked about that for a couple of months, so I got the point that he wanted
me to apply to be one of those nude models.
I didn’t do it, though, because Mom would have hired a hit-man to finish
me off.”
“Are you
sure? After all, she was big on the
public image stuff, but she didn’t care as long as you didn’t embarrass
her. They kept the nude model thing
pretty quiet at the college, so it wouldn’t offend people like that.”
“Yeah, I’m
sure, because after all, by the time I found out about it, they had already
bitched about it to everybody we knew.”
“And then your
Dad came into your bedroom at night after that and made you pose nude for him
while he took pictures with the Polaroid.
Really crude pics, too, remember?
You fucking yourself with your hairbrush with your panties in your mouth
soaked with his cum . . . sucking on his cock with your hair in pigtails with
that mini-skirt and heels that he bought you that your mom didn’t know about .
. . pics of you reading porn with a flashlight in your cunt . . . and looking
directly at the camera like a real slut, holding your cunt wide open with one
hand, while you were licking your wet fingers of your other hand?” her slutself
reminded her.
“Yeah. I remember.”
“And you got
off on all that being the model, too.
You came when you fingered your cunt and your ass while you said you
wanted to be a porn star and a fucking whore while he was taking the videos.”
“Yeah, I had some mega-cums.”
“So, as I said
. . . ain’t that a trip. You’ve finally come around to being what you
always wanted to be.”
“Ok, ok ok . . . I get it already.”
Joe scooted over and put his arm around her
gently. “So, how do you like my
apartment?”
She leaned toward him, and reached her arms around
to hold him from the side.
“It’s truly amazing, Joe. I like it a lot.”
“So, would you like a tour of the rest of it?”
“Sure. My
curiosity would like it, but I’m scared that I’ll start being a bitch to you,
because I’ll want to . . . I mean, I’ll want all this, and get demanding.”
“I haven’t lost my belt, which is the best way to
take care of that, isn’t it?”
She grinned back at him. “Yeah, you’re right, Sir. . . . or, should I call you ‘Master’?”
“I’m not sure we’re quite there yet, but we can keep
working on that, can’t we?”
“Yes, Sir . . . we can, indeed.”
“So, I guess I just need to take you on a tour
whether you agree or not,” he said smiling.
“As you wish, Sir,” Kari replied, grinning back at
him. “After all, I’m in my submissive
accepting mode at the moment, so you won’t have to use the belt just yet.”
“Ah . . . so,” he began as he helped her up from the
overstuffed couch. “This way, m’lady. Let’s have a look first at the Conservatory.”
“As you wish, Sir. Would you
like me to go with you in my bikini, or without it?”
“In your bikini, but without the sarong, m’lady, if you please,” he said, grinning. “And, if I happen to pull part of your suit
out of position and ravish you, then you’ll just have to adjust to my desires
as we go.”
“As you wish, Sir, and I’m quite sure I’ll be happy
to adjust to your desires as we go. And,
since you seem to enjoy hearing my slutty side, you can feel me up whenever you
want to,” Kari replied, as she reached up and kissed his cheek.
“It’s not exactly a Conservatory, per se, because typically in a mansion,
the Conservatory is a glassed-in area, usually like a greenhouse or a sunroom,
but there are often tables and activities there.” Joe explained. “We don’t usually hang out here. Thankfully, the curved glass sections are
mechanically adjustable, so my gardener accommodates to the heat and humidity
by opening and closing them simply by the use of some levers. There are screens inside the glass which are
more or less permanent, that is to say, we can take them out, but it’s a lot of
work, so for the most part, it’s only the glass which gets adjusted. For me, it’s simply my herb garden, and one
of the best in this area of the country, if I may say so.” He picked a few sprigs of basil and handed
them to her, eating a few himself. She
put them into her mouth and was amazed at how much flavor the fresh herbs
expressed.
“You have your own gardener?”
“Well, sort of . . . actually several, although,
they are simply part of Wendy’s grounds crew.
They work with me very well, however.”
“What are these, if I may ask,” Kari asked.
“Ah . . . those are the sensors for heat and water
content and humidity. If it gets too
dry, they switch the water on. If it
gets too hot, they call for the gardener, who closes some of the glass windows
and switches the air conditioner on, and so on.”
She cuddled up to him. “Uhmm . . . what if you’re with someone who
is too hot . . . like horny?” she asked mischievously.
“I guess that depends on how horny I might be at the
time,” Joe said, grinning.
“Ok . . . let’s say, she’s getting much more relaxed
after her . . . uhmm . . . trauma, and she’s getting horny for someone she
loves?”
“Hrmmm . . . since there
is nobody around, I’m thinking I’d command her to strip naked like a slut, and
put something in her cunt, whatever is handy to fuck herself with.”
Kari looked at him and blinked her eyes
innocently. “Oh?”
“Yup,” he winked at her. “All she’d have to do is fondle my cock and
beg me to take her on as my life-time slave.”
“Your life-time slave? Strip naked like a slut?” Kari inquired,
looking up at him with bright eyes, licking her lips, as she unzipped his pants
and extracted his hard cock. “Would this
do for something to fuck myself with?”
“It will probably do. Strip naked, and we’ll see, you sexyy slut,” he said, grinning.
“Yes, Sir,” and she stripped naked and laid down on
the carpeted floor with her legs spread wide open, her pussy obviously wet and
ready. “What must I do to become your
life-time slave, Sir?” she pleaded.
In answer, Joe wasted no time in getting between her
legs and slipping his cock into her horny cunt.
Kari moaned and squeezed her tits together, looking up at him with lust
in her eyes. His thrusts were strong and
fast for a time, and her legs automatically reached around his back, pulling
him into her and matching his rhythm, fleeing his muscular thighs against her
own. Then he slowed down, enjoying the
clasp of her pussy muscles squeezing his cock.
“Cum with me!” he commanded as he arched his back,
thrusting hard into her and started to flood her womb with his cum. She was already cumming, so it wasn’t hard to
obey.
After he held his position while they both finished
their massive orgasm, he fell down next to her, his cock beginning to pull out
of her. She whined and moved her hips
around so she didn’t lose it. He caught
his breath and kissed her.
“Well, are you serious about wanting to be my
life-time slave?” he asked.
“Yes . . . I just don’t know if we can make it work
with our lifestyles and jobs the way they are.”
“Well, I’m willing to see if we can.” She hugged him tightly and they lay together
for awhile.
After they go up, Joe led her to the bathroom, where
they rinsed off. Kari was impressed by
the huge garden tub/Jacuzzi, as well as a separate shower. There were 2 sinks with plenty of counter
space, and plenty of storage drawers, a linen closet and a regular closet, from
which Joe retrieved a couple of robes.
“You’re welcome to the robe, but I want you to put your bikini back on.
You look very sexy in it.” She put it
on, as commanded. With him, she wasn’t
as self-conscious about it, so she even left her robe open at the front so he
could see her.
The tour went on, and Kari oo’ed
and ah’d at the king-sized bed, and the huge
office/computer room. He even had a room
set up as a library, which was mostly cookbooks and art literature, although
one entire bookcase was filled with fiction novels, including some erotica.
“I’m impressed,” she told him smiling. “I’m surprised you haven’t already caught a
woman to live her with you.”
“I haven’t found anyone who interested me that much
before. Besides, I need a librarian, as
you can see.”
“So, I’m the lucky one?”
“Yes,” he said as he kissed her.
The laundry room and cleaning storage room was roomy
and efficient. “I don’t come in here,
very much. The maid staff does all my
laundry, so I don’t have to mess with it.
I did come in here one time and discover two of the maid having sex. That was fun,” Joe said, smiling.
“Would I need to take over on laundry, if I moved
here?” she asked, blushing at his story of the maids. But Joe said “no,” and Kari thought that
would be nice, not having to worry about her clothes. She blushed at the thought of of the maids handling all her sexy lingerie, and then
realized that this staff was probably very used to those kinds of clothes.
The kitchen, as anyone would have guessed as this
was the chef’s apartment, was also huge, and fully stocked with cookware and
cooking supplies. “On rare occasions, we
use this area for the main meals, like when the regular kitchen is receiving
maintenance. If you come to live here,
would that be a problem?”
“I don’t see why.
I could just hang out in the bedroom and the office, since they’re way
on the other side of the apartment. Or,
I can just schedule to work on those days.”
“Works for me.
That way, I can order my slave to be naked or only wear a bikini,” he
said, grinning. “And whenever she gets ordered
to get us some drinks, the kitchen staff will get to see how sexy she is
nude.” Kari blushed at the thought, and
her pussy tingled.
“One thing bothers me,” Kari said.
“What’s that?” Joe asked.
“What would I do here? I mean, the laundry is taken care of, all the
cleaning and so on. You are obviously
the one to cook. I don’t have a job
here.”
“You already have a full time job at the
library. But, if you want to do
something here in the mansion, I’m sure Wendy would pay you to straighten out
her library. I know it’s in
disarray—I’ve seen it. But, you don’t
have to do anything but enjoy living here, if you’d rather not do that. Or, you could find something else you’d like
to do here. There are plenty of things
to do here. You could dance naked on the
tables during their meetings, if you’d like.”
Kari smacked his arm, and he laughed.
The time went by too quickly, but Joe, finally said
he needed to be getting back to supervise the evening food preparations,
including dinner. “I have a request,”
Kari said, hugging him. He looked at her
inquiringly.
“I want you to do something sexy for me, please
Sir.”
“Sure,” he grinned.
“I want you to cum in my bikini panties . . . inside
them . . . while I’m wearing them, so I can feel your
cum against my pussy for the rest of the evening.”
“Kinda’
kinky—just my style of kinky,” Joe said, lifting his eyebrows. “Great idea!”
She got his cock out and started sucking on
him. He was already hard from her
request, so she moved quickly to jerking him off. When he tensed up, ready to cum, she pulled
her bikini panties out from her waist, and aimed his cock at her pussy. He pretty much soaked her bush when he
squirted his cum. She mewed and put her
bikini back in position, and then patted her bikini, rubbing it around, feeling
his cum against her. “Thank you, kind
Sir!”
“You’re welcome.
Glad to help, anytime,” he said, grinning at her as he kissed her.
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