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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 9: PUBLIC SERVANTS

   Megan walked up the sidewalk to Mr.  Granderson's house, thinking about
how to greet him.  According to Mick and Harry, Kasey's dad didn't know
Megan was coming over.  While Mick and Harry had stayed at Quigley's story
to select April's appropriate school attire, Darrell had come back on his
way to delivering a pizza and dropped Megan off at Granderson's house.  It
was a short trip, but just long enough for Megan to give Darrell a blowjob
in gratitude for being such an awesome dude.  He was a nice man, strong but
gentle, firm but fun.  Of course, she generally found firm to be fun.  Firm
and rough were a blast with a man who knew how not to go too far but who
was also not just strong, but creative as well.  That was Darrell.  He
might be delivering pizzas now, but he was rightfully proud of his work and
she could see a brighter future lay ahead of him.

   Darrell politely waited until she reached the front step, then drove
away slowly as she gave him a final smile and wave.  Megan was wearing the
4-inch red heels with the strap over the toes that was part of her uniform
at QT's.  She also wore the red g-string and cherry red lipstick.  Her hair
was in a ponytail and her CALL Girl collar had been replaced by a red
leather leash from the store with the words "YES DADDY" written in silver
around the collar.  The pasties were gone and she wore instead a tiny white
tank top that stopped at her nipples, revealing under-boob below.  The low
cut neck line was slit between her breasts, exposing ample cleavage with
just two inches of the cloth remaining connected between her tits to keep
the top from falling off.  It would take very little effort to finish
ripping it off.  She hoped Mr.  G would do just that.

   But first she had to think of a fun way to let him know what was going
on.  Not that it would be hard for him to figure out.  Still, it was a nice
gesture by the guys to send her to him and she wanted to let him know that
she was extremely excited to be and do whatever he wanted her to.  She knew
Kasey had given herself thoroughly to her dad -- after a bit of coaxing --
and could tell that both of them were enjoying it very much.  She hoped to
have a similar experience with Mr.  G, though she knew he would require
little coaxing.  He knew the school and had partaken of some of its perks,
but his experience had been limited compared to some of the others because
of Kasey's presence.  So, tonight was all about him.  She was completely at
his disposal -- every inch of her body was being presented for his use and
pleasure.  She didn't feel worried or nervous.  She simply felt honored.

   She rang the doorbell, then got down on her knees, placing the leash
between her teeth.  She sat up straight, back arched slightly, breasts
presented proudly, face up, eyes wide.  Her hands were behind her back,
giving him full view as she positioned herself in the bright circle of
light created by the porch lamp.

   The door opened moments later and Mr.  G looked down, his eyes nearly as
wide as hers.  "What the...  oh my," he smiled.  "I didn't know you were
coming.  To what do I owe the pleasure?"

   Megan wanted to respond, but the leash was clutched tightly in her
mouth. She tilted her head up to him and grunted, inviting him to take the
leash, which he did.  He looked to the road and both sides of the house,
curious if anyone was seeing this.  It was late, but not that late.  Still,
the residential street was quiet.  He kind of wished it wasn't.

   Rather than answer his question about why she was here, Megan simply
recited her oath, her eyes looking up at him, holding his gaze as she spoke
every word with complete sincerity.

   "I pledge submission to the cock and balls

   Of the man who stands before me.

   And to the sperm, for which they hold,

   One load underway, unstoppable,

   With cum and orgasms for all."

   "That's quite a commitment," Granderson said.  "I believe you, but the
proof, as they say, is in the pudding."

   "Don't I look like good enough to eat?" she pouted.

   "That you do," he nodded.  "But you're the one who looks hungry.  Did
you build up a good appetite at work?"

   "I sure did!" Megan beamed.  "May I have the pleasure of sucking your
cock and swallowing your cum, sir?"

   "Has any man ever said no to that question?" he chuckled.  She expected
him to pull her inside or at least to one of the porch chairs, but instead
he stayed right where he was and unzipped his pants.  He looked up at the
porch light and smile and she realized why he hadn't moved.  He wanted her
to be visible -- he could watch her this way and, well, if anyone happened
to walk by, they might just catch enough of a glimpse to figure out what
was happening too.  They would see him standing there, her kneeling before
him, her nearly bare ass on display, her head bobbing back and forth.  Yes,
it would be pretty obvious to most anyone who saw them.  Well, if that's
what he wanted, she hoped there was a parade of jealous people cheering
them on.

   She pulled his semi-erect penis out of his pants and looked up at him
with questioning eyes, as if to say, "How do you want it, sir?"

   He read her expression and said, "Take your time.  I assume we have all
night?"

   "Yes, sir, we sure do," she smiled.

   "Then kiss it, lick it, worship it," he said.

   "I do worship it, sir," she said.  "I'm such a lucky girl.  I'm not
worthy of this beautiful cock.  Thank you so much, sir."

   She kissed the head, her eyes looking up at him.  This was no longer a
thought in her head.  She locked eyes on him instinctively.  It was all
muscle memory now, like her tennis serve.  Opening her mouth to take a cock
automatically made her eyes look up.  Eye contact was second only to the
contact of her lips on his penis.  He kept her in the light so he could see
her eyes, her lips, her tongue.  Men were so visually stimulated, she knew,
and she was learning how to play to that.  Every move she made, everything
she did to present her body and her desire was important to increasing his
enjoyment of this moment.

   She flicked her tongue across the head of his cock, then underneath
before finally swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop.  He was very
hard now and she wondered when his last orgasm was.  He hadn't had the
benefit of her company for a while and she was certain he wasn't dating
anyone, but how often he jacked off she didn't know.  The thought of this
wonderful man having to stroke this big beautiful cock himself made her
sad. He deserved to have a hungry little slut like her serving his needs
daily.

   She pushed his cock up against his belly and, starting at his balls,
licked her way slowly, methodically around each ball, then between them and
tantalizingly slowly up the underside of his long, thick shaft while her
nimble fingers stroked the head of his penis, her fingernails scraping
gently across it.  He was so hard, his cock thick and full.  He hadn't been
serviced in a while, she was certain of it.  He needed to cum so badly, yet
he wanted her to take her time.  Guys her age would have shot their wad
already.  This, however, was a real man.  He was patient and cherished the
moment.  He was in control not only of himself, but of her as well.  She
readily submitted to him, feeling honored to be here in this moment.

   She kept her hand play to a minimum, knowing that the lips and tongue
were the key tools.  Sometimes time men dictated no hands, but that was
when it came time for full-on face-fucking or deep-throating.  This was
teasing time, building him up.  He would dictate if and when he wanted to
take over.  For now, his cock and balls were her toys to play with.  She
loved teasing him like this.  His face was stoic, but his cock gave her all
the approval she needed.  It was so rigid.  She could feel his pulse when
she touched the shaft.  His cock kept jerking, excited by the touch of her
fingers, the flick of her tongue, her lips pressed against his balls.  It
had to be excruciating for him -- the fine line between ecstasy and
torment. It was his line to draw and hers to walk.

   He touched the side of her face and she read his cue to start sucking.
She took him in her mouth, her tongue eagerly working on his head and
sliding along the underside of his shaft.  She readied to take him all the
way, but he pulled gently on her ponytail.  "Not yet," he said softly. 
"Just work the head and a couple inches."

   She winked at him, signaling her understanding and complete compliance.
She moved her head back and forth a little bit, but primarily continued her
teasing work.  One hand gently stroked his balls while the other gripped
the base of his cock.  She continued to lick and kiss from the tip of his
cock down to about an inch past the head.  She worked him like a lollipop,
her eyes watching him intently, watching for any cues as to what she should
stop doing or keep doing.  Suddenly, he grabbed her ponytail and drew his
cock from her mouth.

   "Stay down for a minute," he said under his breath.  He took the leash
and put it between her body and his.  "Neighbors are coming, walking their
dog.  They usually wave and say hello but keep going.  They can only see
that you're kneeling down.  Just play along.  Stay in front of my cock. 
Play along."

   "Yes, sir," she whispered, nodding her head.

   Granderson pulled his keys out of his pocket and dropped them down into
her hands.  She didn't get it, but she held onto them.  She trusted him,
though she was uncomfortable knowing that her essentially bare ass was
pointing straight out to the road, illuminated by the porch light.  Not to
mention that she was kneeling in front of him in a very suspicious
position. Surely they would know what was happening.  Granted, she would
lay down and let him pound her in front of the whole neighborhood if that's
what he wanted, but she still hadn't gotten past the anxiety that came with
being exposed in public.  The store didn't really count because that was
expected by the store customers.  But this was the true public, wide open,
on display.  She didn't think she would ever be able to embrace the
humiliation and anxiety, but what she understood was that her fear of
failing to properly submit to and serve her man exceeded her fear of
exposure and humiliation.  She would stay put and play along, not because
she was comfortable doing so, but because it was what he had instructed. 
The beauty of submitting was that decision-making was eliminated -- it
simply required trust and obedience.

   She heard the dog now and the shuffle of feet on the sidewalk.  They
were getting close.  She trembled, not scared, but extremely nervous. 
"Trust him," she reminded herself.  "Play along."

   "Hello neighbors," Granderson called out, waving his hand in the air. 
"Nice night for a walk."

   "Sure is," a male voice called back.

   "How are you tonight?" a female voice asked.

   "I've been better," he responded.  "Lost my keys.  Can't find them
anywhere.  But we'll find them."

   "Is that Kasey?" the female voice asked.  The voice was much closer. 
Definitely right behind her now, right behind her thong-split ass.  Uh-oh,
Megan thought.  Here we go.

   "No," Granderson said.  "It's her friend, Megan.  She stopped by to see
Kasey, but Kasey ran to the store.  So Megan is sticking around to help me
look for my keys."

   "Always good to have a little helper," the man said.  The way he said
'little helper' sounded creepy to Megan.  Surely he suspected what was
happening, even if his wife was oblivious.

   "Definitely," Granderson said.  "Sure beats doing it solo." The
double-meaning hung in the air, tangible.  Megan swallowed hard, trying to
stop trembling.

   "Any luck?" Granderson asked, tapping her gently on the side of the
head. It was a clear signal.

   "Yes, sir!" she said in excited cheerleader voice.  She held the keys up
triumphantly, her arm high in the air as she sprang to her feet, turning to
face the street while being careful to keep her body in front of his erect
cock.  She failed to account for the jiggle of her tits as she jumped up,
however, and her tiny top slid up over her nipples, baring her breasts. 
She quickly grabbed the shirt and tugged it down, but they had seen her
tits in the glow of the porch light.  She also realized that the leash now
hung in front of her.  She wondered if they could see her face redden and
her body tremble.

   "Great job," Granderson said, taking the keys from her as if the double
nip slip hadn't just happened.  Her ass cheeks were now rubbing against his
cock and he wanted little more than to bend her over, slide that thong to
the side, and pound her tight little pussy.  He was pretty sure that would
draw a fine and letter from the neighborhood association though.  Being a
responsible, respectable neighbor was such a chore sometimes.

   "Glad you found them.  Losing your keys really sucks," the male neighbor
said.

   "Totally blows," Granderson responded, laughing.  It was obvious there
little act hadn't fooled anyone.  And that was OK with him, though he felt
a little bad for Megan.  He'd make it up to her with belly full of cum. 
"Have a good night."

   The couple strolled off but Megan could hear.  The wife's tone feigned
indignation, but soon she was giggling along with her husband.  Were they
laughing at her?  At Mr.  Granderson?  Or at their failed charade?  Well,
it didn't really matter.  What mattered was her pledge, her allegiance to
Mr.  G's cock, balls, cum, and overall needs and desires.  Those hadn't
been met yet.  She had a job to do.  She expected him to lead her inside
now since their cover had been blown, but instead he pushed her back down
to her knees.  "Pick up where you left off," he said.  "Slow and easy.  If
they come back this way, don't stop.  They know now, so there's no point,
right?"

   "No, sir," she smiled up at him.  "The only thing that matters right now
is this big fat cock and that massive load in your balls.  You've been
storing up a while, haven't you, sir?"

   "I have," he chuckled.  "I've jerked off plenty of times since, well,
you know.  But the past couple of weeks have reminded me how much better
the real thing is.  I figured I'd get another turn with you sooner or
later. So yeah, I've been waiting.  Let's just say you're going to be busy
tonight."

   "Can I be your busy little fuck toy cum slut, sir?" she asked, batting
her eyes at him as she held his cock in her hand.  "Pretty please, with,
um, cream on top?"

   "Well, since you asked so nicely," he smiled.  "Do what you do, babe."

   She resumed playing with his balls while she sucked on the head and of
his cock, prepared to make this last as long as he wanted.  Slow and easy.
But he was getting much closer now.  After a couple of minutes, he grabbed
her ponytail and pressed the back of her head.  She didn't need him to
force her.  She swallowed willingly, accepting his cock into the back of
her throat, his cum-filled balls against her chin.

   "Hands behind your back," he grunted.  She did as told and he bent over
her with his cock still in her mouth and wrapped the leash around her
wrists, binding them just above her ass.  He stood back up straight, held
her ponytail in his left hand and placed his right hand on the back of her
head.  He pushed her head back and forth, using her face, lips, tongue, and
throat as a warm, wet cock sleeve.  Just as she was meant to be used, Megan
thought.  She was happy now.  Doing what she was supposed to do, being
where she was supposed to be.

   Granderson's impressive staying power finally gave in and he held her
head in place as he shot his load directly down her throat, barely giving
her a taste of it before it beelined toward her belly.  "Do not pass Go; do
not collect $200," she thought, remembering the instructions from the old
Monopoly game that would send you to a location without the cash reward. 
She just got sent past Go without the reward of tasting him, but the honor
of serving him and swallowing his load was reward enough, especially
considering it was a massive load.  He seemed to cum forever.  Poor man,
she thought, storing all that jism for so long.  She vowed to leave him
happily drained before their time was up.  This was just round one -- she
knew more awaited in what would be a long but fun night.

   Granderson unbound her wrists and removed the leash from the collar.  He
instructed her sit on the porch swing and took the leash inside.  He came
back out with two beers and sat down next to her.  "Not sure how beer and
cum mix, but drink up anyway," he chuckled.

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.  "They mix great."

   "You were magnificent as always," Granderson said.  "Thank you.  How was
the store?"

   "First, thank you and you're welcome," Megan grinned.  Despite her
skimpy attire in the cool night air, she felt all warm and fuzzy.  Her
belly was especially warm -- was it his hot cum or alcohol?  Regardless,
she was just so happy to have earned his praise.  "Second, the store was
fun.  I think it will be successful, but he's going to need a lot more
employees."

   She explained how the night had gone and the one-on-one attention she
and Kasey had given to the customers.  She didn't go into a lot of detail
about what happened in the dressing rooms, as she knew he had to be a
little freaked out thinking about Kasey in that situation.

   "Hmm," Mr.  G said.  "Yeah, that's going to be a challenge.  I mean,
even if April works out, that's still only three of you.  He's going to
need 10 or 12, I would think.  Unless only a few of you are asked to work
with VIP customers."

   "Maybe," Megan said.  "I don't really know.  It was pretty fun though. I
think April is going to work out, too.  Everyone seems to REALLY like her."

   "I've heard good things," Granderson smiled.

   "BIG things, too, I bet," Megan giggled at her reference to April's
wonderfully large tits.

   "I hear they are quite impressive," Granderson said.  He put his arm
around her and squeezed her breast through the little top.  "But you have
nothing to be ashamed of yourself, my dear.  Your breasts are perfect just
the way they are.  Your whole body is."

   "Oh my," Megan said.  "Perfect is, well, that's quite a compliment. 
Thank you, sir.  Good genes, I guess."

   "Yes, your parents are both attractive," he acknowledged, "but you took
it to another level.  Your diet, exercise, and just overall energy and
attitude make you incredibly attractive.  But I want to be clear about
something, I never thought of you like this before, you know.  I mean, I
always thought you were a beautiful young woman, but I never had any
thoughts about anything like what's happening now.  I'm dirty and old and a
man, but I'm not a dirty old man."

   He laughed and she giggled.  "I know you're not, sir," she said.  "You
never looked at me wrong or anything like that.  You never creeped me out.
For the record, Kasey says the same about my dad.  I know it has to be
weird for you to think of them together.  I'm not telling you to be OK with
that, but I do want you to know that my dad isn't a dirty old man either."

   "I never thought he was," he said.  "But I appreciate you saying that.
This is all very awkward.  I'm not sure if it's better or worse that I know
about the school and what's happening.  I mean, is it better that I know
what she's doing with him or is it better to be in the dark like you're
dad? I mean, I can't imagine he would be very happy about what we just
did."

   "No, but he would understand that you're a good man and that this is my
choice," Megan said.

   "I'm glad you said that, Megan," he said, still playing with her breasts
as they sipped their beers and chatted.  "I want to make sure you know
that, as much as you're ordered to do certain things and are committed to
being submissive playmates, that you still have the power and obligation to
stop things any time you don't feel safe.  I know you don't feel
comfortable being displayed publicly like I did to you, but your discomfort
is part of my enjoyment and your training.  Your safety, though, is totally
different.  You were never in danger here and I won't put you in harm's
way. Not like Rothman.  You understand the difference?"

   "Yes, sir, I do," Megan said.  "He left me with those men in the hotel
room, bound and defenseless.  Anything could have happened.  I didn't think
it was that dangerous at the time, but now, well, I know it was and I'm
thankful that all of you have been so supportive."

   "We can't demand you submit without feeling safe," he said.  "It's a
partnership.  With your pledge to submit, we pledge to protect.  I had no
problem with him sharing you as part of the negotiations.  That was
extreme, yes, but also a very real part of certain career paths you might
take.  The other situation crossed the line, though.  I know you didn't
feel it at the time, but I'm glad you do now.  I remember one time I was
swimming in a river with some friends.  I dove under to retrieve a ball
that we were throwing around.  I got caught up in a little bit of a current
and it pulled me under.  I almost hit my head on some rocks.  I popped back
up to the surface and everything was OK.  I didn't even realize how much
danger I was really in until long after that.  That's why I wanted to make
sure you stay vigilant.  Do your job, complete your training, but don't
sacrifice your safety.  Any time that you feel unsafe, you have to promise
you'll tell me."

   "I will, sir," she said, snuggling up against him, her protector. 
"Thank you."

   "I sure hope you feel safe gagged, tied up with a dildo in your cunt and
my cock in your ass," he laughed, breaking the serious conversation.

   "Sounds like my kind of danger," she giggled.  "Will you pull my hair
and spank my ass too, sir?  Please?"

   "Well, since you asked so nicely," he smiled.

   She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then the lips, pressing her
firm body against his torso.  She was ready to go again, but she knew he
would need a little time.  She also knew she could reduce that recovery
time by doing exactly what she was doing now.  His cock might need a rest,
but the rest of his body was ready for action and stimulation in all its
forms.  He put his hands around her waist and stood up, carrying her to the
door.  She wrapped her strong but slender legs and arms around him tightly,
holding herself up easily while he opened the door and carried her inside.

   "Mmm, carrying me across the threshold," she whispered in his ear.  "Is
it time for our honeymoon, sir?"

   "You make a beautiful bride," he played along.  "But you aren't wearing
white."

   "Cum on my face next time and I will be."

   "Challenge accepted, my slutty bride."

   "Careful," she teased.  "You're getting close to a proposal, sir.  You
know I would say yes."

   That stunned him.  He had never seriously considered remarrying after
his wife passed, and certainly not to Megan.  He wouldn't do it, of course.
He couldn't.  But he believed her when she said she would say yes.  She was
fully into her new world, her new sense of self.  With a man she trusted
and submitted to, she would never say no.  She would say yes to whatever
his request was, be it sexual or even marital.  Impossible as it was, it
was intoxicating to think of coming home to her every night.  He'd have her
dress in a certain way each day of course, and she would send him off to
work with his balls drained, drain them again at his office at lunch, then
again after work, then again at bedtime.  When she wasn't fucking him she
would be keeping that prime body ready for him.  Yes, he would be a happily
married man once again.  Then he wondered if Michael was having the same
sort of thoughts about Kasey, and the dream of a return to marital bliss
was shattered.  He couldn't marry Megan.  But sure could enjoy this night.

   "You still in there?" she smiled up at him, bringing him back to the
here and now.  "Didn't mean to freak you out, sir.  I know you don't want
to marry me.  I was just joking.  I mean, I would say yes, but, well, I
know that's not what I'm here for.  I'm here to be everything you want and
need me to be for you.  I'm literally all yours.  Every inch from head to
toe."

   "Every inch?" he smiled.

   "Every.  Fucking.  Inch." She said.  "Inside and out."

   "Outside is stunning and yet inside is even better.  Good thing I don't
have to choose."

   "You sure don't," she said.  "Anything you would like me to wear for
you, sir?  Or maybe you want to put my leash back on and take me for a
walk?"

   Fuck, what an unbelievable tease she was.  Only she was way more than a
tease.  She backed it all up and then some.

   Megan saw that she had him thinking, probably picturing her walking
along beside him through the neighborhood, half dressed with a leash and
collar.

   "Would you have me walk," she said, pausing as she looked deeply into
his eyes, her lips inches from his.  "Or crawl?"

   "Fuck," he said under his breath.  "You are..."

   He couldn't think of the right word.  Any word.  He could barely think
at all.  She was in his head as deep as he had been in her throat.

   "We could play fetch," she said.  "Or you could make me do tricks to
earn a treat.  I can roll over.  Beg.  When I get hot, I start to pant. 
Will you make me so hot I pant and so hungry that I beg for my treat?  I'll
do whatever tricks my owner wants me to do for him.  I'll do anything for a
nice, big treat."

   She looked up at him with what he could only describe as puppy dog eyes,
even though he knew he was influenced heavily by the words she was saying.
She broke tension by making a playful barking sound and they both laughed.

   He pulled her fully onto his lap and she straddled him.  Staying in
playful puppy mode, she licked his cheek.  He chuckled, but it was a huge
turn on.  He put his hands on tiny waist and thought about how good it
always felt to be inside her.  She kept kissing and licking his face and
ears and neck while his hands explored her body as if he had never touched
her before.

   He squeezed her ass cheeks, always amazed at how her ass could be so
firm and tight and yet her skin so soft and squeezable.  He pulled away at
her clothes, not caring if they ripped or not.  He wanted her naked from
head to toe.  The shoes, the collar, the thong, the top -- it all had to
go. As sexy as she looked in those outfits they had all bought for her and
Kasey, there was simply nothing more beautiful than her flawless bare body.
Everything that was supposed to be firm was.  Everything that should be
soft was.  She was so warm and huggable.  He loved manhandling her like
this, her body his to play with, as gently or roughly as he liked.

   He touched her pussy and she moaned.  Her nipples were hard against his
chest.  He put his finger in her pussy and his thumb on her clit.  She was
wet.  Hot.  Right on cue she panted in his ear, still playful, but now with
lust in her breath and her eyes.  He wanted to make her cum.  And he wanted
Michael to hear it.  Not to be cruel.  Just to let him know that his
daughter was just as much of a slut as he assumed Kasey was being for
Michael.

   "You want to cum, little bitch?" he whispered, thrusting his fingers
inside of her.

   "Yes, daddy," she said.

   "Funny you should say that," he said.  "Because you're going to call
your actual daddy.  It will probably go to voice mail if he's doing what I
think he's doing.  Leave a short message, say goodbye, but don't hang up. I
want him to hear you cum.  And no faking either.  Don't say my name.  He
doesn't need to know.  I'm not mad at him at all.  It's hard for me to
think about Kasey doing this sometimes, but it's been good for me to
realize that she's her own woman with her own needs and desires.  He needs
to know you are too, because sooner or later this school will stop being a
secret to him.  This life you're choosing will become part of his reality.
So, let's give him just a little taste of what's happening.  We'll ease him
into it."

   "Oh my," she breathed, her body reacting to his handiwork while her
brain tried to process what he was asking.  "I don't know.  I mean,
he's..."

   "Your father," Granderson finished the sentence.  "But who's your daddy,
slut?  Who did you pledge allegiance to?"

   "You, sir," she panted for real now, her body filled with pleasure and
desire.

   "Who does this belong to?" he asked, pulling his hand out and cupping
her pussy.  "Inside and out?"

   "You, sir," she gasped.

   "You want me to finish the job, right?  Take good care of my little
pussy?"

   "Fuck!!!  Ugh.  Yes, fuck yes.  Sir.  Please.  I'll call him."

   "Good girl," he laughed, patting her head with his pussy-soaked hand.

   He let her get her phone and then he pulled her back onto his lap.  He
put his fingers back inside her and resumed demonstrating full ownership of
her most intimate places.  She didn't mind a bit.  He quickly got her back
to the verge of orgasm and had her make the call.  He stopped fingering her
as they both waited breathlessly, hoping it would go to voicemail.  It did
and Megan quite professionally said exactly what Granderson had told her to
say.  She told him that work went well and that she had a lot of fun and
that she was safe staying with her mom and that she would see him soon. 
She said goodbye, but didn't hang up.  Granderson put the phone on the
couch right next to them where it would pick up all the noises he wanted
Michael to hear.

   "Don't fake it," he whispered in her ear.  "Just let it happen."

   Megan understood.  This wasn't a show.  It wasn't a porn star
overreacting to being fucked and faking an orgasm.  This was just natural.
Her cumming, which she was oh-so-close to doing now.  Fuck, he had magic
fingers.  He was strong and she felt small in his hands.  His fingers
really did seem to own her pussy right now, playing her like a heavy metal
rock star with a guitar -- angry, skillful, and beautiful all at once.

   He was perfectly silent, grinning but focused on the task literally at
hand.  She was making the only noise in the room.  Her breathing was heavy,
sounding like she was panting or gasping.  Occasional high-pitched noises
of pleasure escaped her slightly parted lips.  The sounds were faint, but
unmistakable.  And they grew louder as she neared orgasm.  Her wet pussy
added its own special noises as her juices began to flow.  He held her
firmly in place, allowing her the freedom to wiggle and squirm and thrust,
grinding against him.  She bit her lip as the orgasm hit, her frantic,
uneven breath coming in short sexy, high-pitched gasps.  Her body tensed
and release and she moaned in ecstasy.  She collapsed against his chest,
catching her breath.  Then she remembered her last line.

   "Oh no, my phone..." and Granderson hung up the phone.

   "You were perfect," he said.

   "You were too, sir," she smiled.  "Oh my, I feel like a wet noodle. 
Like a rag doll.  I came so hard."

   "Yes, you sure did," he grinned.  "You were needing that.  No one fuck
you at the store?"

   "It's more of a service position, if you will," Megan giggled.  "But I
could have been fucked 20 times and none of them would have beat that.  I'm
like putty in your hands."

   "Having your dad hear it made it even better, didn't it?"

   "I think so, sir," she admitted.  "What do you think he will say?"

   "I think he will say he's proud of the young woman you have become."

   "I don't think he will say that!" she laughed.  "He probably won't say
anything.  Pretend it never happened."

   "Probably," he said.  "But we both know better, don't we?"

   "Yes, sir," she said, snuggling up against him.  She was suddenly aware
of the fact that was completely naked.  That was rare.  It seemed like she
was always in some sort of sexy, teasing attire, even when she was being
fucked.  But this felt nice, too.  Natural.  She felt comfortable with him,
safe.  That's why it was so easy to be submissive sometimes -- with the
right man, nothing felt safer nor more perfect to her.  He could gag her,
spank her, bend her in half and spend the rest of the night skewering her
with his fat cock and wouldn't feel the least bit unsafe.  He was so could
at controlling her, she realized, because he was so good at controlling
himself.  He knew her limits and his.  She never wanted to be with another
man who didn't.

   He got up and brought her some water and a beer.  They went back out
onto the porch and sat in the swing.  She remained completely nude, but
they were out of the light and no one could see her unless they came right
up to the door.

   She was surprised they came outside, not because she was naked, but
because he was hard.  He got hard by the time she came on his hand, but he
waited.  Self-control.  Yes, it was sexy.  So was confidence.  He knew he
could fuck her any time, any way he wanted.  No reason to rush like some
college kid.  He had her whenever and however he wanted -- at least for
tonight.  The longer he waited, it would build up the anticipation for them
both.  The sex would be that much better.  She couldn't hardly wait.  She
was the young inpatient one.  He was in total control.  She snuggled up
next to him, rubbing her breasts against his arm, kissing his ear, letting
her hand drop to his crotch.  She just smiled and kept sipping his beer and
enjoying the cool night air and its effect on her nipples.  She could do
this every night, and she suspected he would be OK with it too.

   It wasn't until he took the last swig of beer and set the empty bottle
down that he took her fully in his arms, picked her up and once more
carried her into the house.  "I'm ready for round two," he said in her ear.
"Ready to be fucked for real now, slut?"

   "Fuck yes," Megan moaned impatiently.  "Please fuck me, daddy.  Any hole
you want."

   "Since I own all three, I might just have to try them all," he grunted.

   "Even better!" Megan squealed.

   He set her on her feet by the kitchen counter.  He pushed the back of
her head, bending her over the counter.  "Stay there."

   He came back moments later with her heels.  He put them on her feet. 
"That's better," he said.  "Puts you at the right entry height."

   "Yes, sir."

   He used the leash again to tie her wrists behind her back.  He went to
Kasey's room and grabbed a butt plug and some lube.  He squirted the lube
on her ass and the plug, then put the plug inside her.  He wiped his hands
on dry on her back and ass checks, then stripped naked and stood behind
her. Her pussy was at the perfect height.  He plunged the anal plug back
and forth a few times, letting his cock enjoy the soft skin of her inner
thigh as he did so.  Finally, his attention turned fully to her pussy.

   "Juicy little cunt," he said as he thrust fully into her tight yet
welcoming cock sleeve.  She moaned and he laughed triumphantly.  "Yes,
juicy little cunt that I own.  Cum as often as you please, slut.  I plan to
take my time.  I apologize in advance for how sore you're going to be
tomorrow."

   "I hope I can't even walk," Megan said softly, with no giggle.  She
meant it.  The harder he fucked her, the better it felt.  Partly because
she liked it a little rough, and partly because she knew she was giving him
exactly what he wanted and needed.  If he was exhausted in the morning and
she was sore, then it that was proof she had done what she now believed she
was meant to do.

   As promised, Granderson started slow and steady, thrusting deeply, the
slowly withdrawing.  He pulled all the way out, then re-entered time and
time again, each time going balls deep, holding for a few seconds, then
slowly pulling out.  He loved watching her tight pussy lips wrap around his
shaft, clinging to it as if trying urgently to keep him from pulling out.
Her little cunt needed exactly what he was giving her.

   He used his phone to take a couple of short videos and a few pics of the
suction seal of her pussy lips around his cock.  He fought off the urge to
start plowing her relentlessly.  As he had told her, he wanted to make this
last.  He pulled out, chuckling as she moaned in disappointment.  She
wiggled her ass, literally begging him to put it back in.

   "Please don't stop now," she whimpered.  "I need your cock so bad, sir.
Please fuck me.  Fuck me as hard as you want.  Pull my hair.  Spank my ass.
As long as you give me that cock, I don't care.  I need it so bad, daddy!"

   As much as he loved her begging, he didn't want to hear it right now. 
It didn't help him resist the urge to take her now.

   "I hear you loud and clear, little bitch," he said gruffly.  "You'll get
what you want and more.  But you need to shut up.  Until I say otherwise,
your holes -- all three of them -- are one-way traffic.  That's me
entering. The only thing allowed to come out of them is moans out of your
mouth and cum out of your pussy.  I don't want to hear another word.  Shake
your ass for me if you understand."

   Megan shook her ass side to side for a few seconds.  When she stopped,
she felt a hard slap on her ass check.  "I didn't say stop, dumb slut," he
barked.  He was being so dominant and kinda mean.  She loved it.  It was so
raw and real.

   He slapped her ass on both cheeks twice more, then rubbed them, feeling
the warmth of her firm buns.  He stepped between her legs again and thrust
his cock into her pussy, hard and deep.  He had given no warning, and Megan
gasped and moaned, "fuck, yes!"

   "I thought I told you to shut up," he said, pulling out of her as
quickly as he had entered.  The last thing he needed to hear was her sexy
and dirty talk.  He would shoot his load way too fast.  He pulled the butt
plug out of her ass and grabbed her hair, pulling her head toward him as
her back arched.  Remarkable flexibility she had.  He fish-hooked her
mouth, letting her suck and lick his fingers, which felt fantastic.  Then
he put the anal plug to her lips and pushed it in to the base.  "Keep that
in your mouth.  I'm gonna fuck your ass now, but if you're a good girl and
stay quiet, I'll give your pussy the attention it wants.  Got it?"

   This time, instead of asking for her to confirm, he pushed her head up
and down with three quick jerks, imitating a nodding motion.  "Smart girl,"
he laughed.  He slapped her ass cheeks with his cock, spanking her with it.
Then he spread her cheeks and eyed that beautiful, clean little hole,
winking at him, glistening from the lube.  He took it gently, slowly.  As
much as he wanted to fuck the hell out of her, he didn't want to hurt her.
Leave her sore and spent, yes.  Injured?  No.  He loved her as his
daughter's best friend and as the smart, friendly, beautiful young woman
she was.  He could never intentionally harm her.  He couldn't resist her
either.

   She moaned as he filled her ass.  It was a sweet, sexy moan, but he
could hardly begrudge her that.  He moaned too.  She was so tight.  So
perfect.  He held her waist as he plunged in and out of her ass.  He fucked
faster than he had fucked her pussy, but still took his time with long deep
strokes.  But they were continuous.  No breaks.  No pulling it.  Steady. 
Rhythmic.  Balls deep, then out until only the tip remained inside.  Then
balls deep again.  He kept this steady pace for about five minutes, every
second of which he fought the urge to go faster, to cum inside her.  In his
younger days, he couldn't have controlled himself.  Now, with one load
already in her gullet and years of experience on his side, he could handle
it.  The torment she caused him with her remarkable beauty and sexuality
was now his to inflict on her.  She wanted him to fuck her hard and in her
pussy.  He couldn't deny her desires much longer, but every minute he did
he considered a victory.  When he did finally ravage, both their orgasms
would be so much more intense.  What was that old TV commercial about
ketchup, "Anticipation...  it's making me wait"?  Something like that. 
Yes, the anticipation was maddening.  He loved her ass, but that pussy had
felt magical around his cock.

   He pulled her hair and forced her back to arch again.  He whispered in
her ear, "You want to eat my cum again, don't you?" He forced her head to
nod up and down.  "I thought so," he chuckled.  "You want me to fuck your
pussy again too, don't you?" Again, he forced her affirmative head nod. 
"If I promise to give you both and pull this plug out of your mouth, can
you stay quiet until I tell you otherwise?" Another forced nod and he
pulled the plug out of her mouth, letting it fall on the counter.  He
pushed three fingers in her mouth and she sucked and licked them again. 
Then he pulled his cock out of her ass and brushed the head against her
pussy lips.  She moaned, but didn't say anything.

   "Good girl," he whispered.  "Here's the tip." He slid the head of his
cock inside her again.  She felt wetter, hotter, and tighter than before.
Oh, how the waiting had primed her for him.  She wanted to cry out and
demand he shove it all in, but she bit her lip.  The only noise she made
was a little labored breathing.  That was acceptable, so he put two more
inches inside her.  Her hips started to squirm so he let her hair go and
held her by the waist again.  "Don't move.  I'm the driver.  You're the
passenger.  Just enjoy the ride."

   She did the nodding this time and he entered her fully as a reward for
her obedience.  This time, he was no longer slow nor patient.  He hammered
her pussy frantically, driving deeply into her, his thighs slamming into
the back of her legs.  Her belly and thighs pressed hard against the
counter.  Her legs wobbled, but he pinned her to the counter as he thrust
into her.  Each thrust felt a little harder and deeper than the last,
though she knew that wasn't possible.  He was balls deep each time.  She
came hard and fast, suppressing her cries and only emitting raspy,
uncontrolled breaths.  Holding it in seemed to make her tremble, and he
felt the orgasm flow through her body and her juices flow around his cock.
That was all it took.  The anticipation was over.

   He pulled out, her juices spilling onto the floor.  He spun her around
and fell to the floor, opening her mouth just in time.  His cum oozed out
in big wads that dropped onto her lips and tongue.  He pinched her nose
with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other.  He watched his cum
slide down her tongue, into the back of her throat, then down.  What once
belonged to him was now hers.  It was a gift and she accepted it as such.
The gratitude evident as she licked her lips and looked up at him with
sheer adoration, respect, and utter submission.

   "Clean it up," he said.  She dutifully licked his cock and balls,
cleaning him like a cat, relishing little drops of cum and pre-cum she
picked up along the way.  He was simply delicious.

   Afterwards, they sat out on the porch steps, Megan sitting between his
legs on the step in front of him.  He had allowed her to put on a pair of
Kasey's cheerleader shorts and a cut off tank top.  He reached out and
played with her tits while they sipped their drinks and recovered from the
fun and vigorous sex.  It was very late now and no one was out.  It was a
calm night in a quiet neighborhood.  Granderson turned off the porch light
so only the indoor lights and street lights broke up the darkness.

   "So, now that you're into this for a while now, what have you learned
about yourself?" he asked her.  It was a very direct question.  He wanted
to know the answer for her sake, but also because he knew that, despite
their personality traits, Megan and Kasey usually thought alike.

   "You know, sir, when I came up with the idea, I really did just want
someone to teach me how to, you know, do different things," she said.  "I
just wanted to be with someone safe and honest who wouldn't judge me or
gossip about me.  I wanted to learn from someone who had experience and who
I trusted, not some drunk frat guy."

   "That makes sense," Granderson said.  "Kind of like learning to drive a
car in an empty parking lot instead of in downtown rush hour traffic."

   "Exactly," she said.  "I just wanted to know what I was getting into and
what or who I needed to avoid."

   "Have you learned that?"

   "I'm learning," she said.  "I'm learning that not all men want to be
dominant and that those who do are dominant in different ways.  I'm
learning that I like to be submissive, to be taken.  It makes me feel so
good, like I know my purpose, when I can feel how much a man not only wants
me, but really needs me."

   "When does it feel bad?"

   "When a man takes me for granted.  When he shows me that I'm nothing
special."

   "Like what Rothman did?"

   "Yeah, but not just him," she said.  "There have been other things
during this, um, school or whatever we're calling it."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, like how they were all ga-ga over April," she said.  "I know I
sound jealous, and I suppose I am a little bit.  She's gorgeous and sweet
and I like her a lot.  It's not her.  It's seeing how they acted showed me
that no matter how much it feels like they need me in the moment, they will
still want to fuck the next pretty girl that comes along."

   "But you can get any man you want, too, you know."

   "Thank you," she smiled up at him.  "You're so sweet.  And yes, I guess
I'm starting to believe that.  But it's not just about getting a man.  I
want to find the right one and, you know, keep him."

   "I know you always have a plan," he said.  "So how do you plan to do
that?  How do you plan to keep him from straying to the next young college
girl with great tits and legs?"

   "By being better than she is," Megan said.

   "Better at what?"

   "Everything," Megan said.

   "Bold goal," Granderson said.  "How do you plan to do that?"

   She turned and rubbed her hand over his crotch.  "Lots and lots of
practice," she said, her face serious.  Then she smiled seductively,
"Daddy."

   The churning in his loins told Granderson that he could muster one more
load for her tonight, which pleased him.  But he couldn't help thinking
about Kasey.  She was so much like Megan.  Yes, Megan was more calculating,
as evidenced by her thoughtful plan.  Kasey likely had no such plan.  But
Kasey shared Megan's competitiveness.  They were both driven to succeed. 
To win.  He had always been proud of that trait in both of them.  They had
always welcomed the work, the "lots and lots of practice".  Megan was
certainly welcoming it now, and, in his heart, he was afraid Kasey was too.
In fact, he was certain of it.

   ***

   Kasey sat behind the wheel of Michael's car.  She was waiting in line at
the fast food drive thru, which was experiencing its usual late-night rush.
She had ordered more than she usually would, but Michael had assured her it
was OK, seeing as how she had, in his words, "worked up quite an appetite."

   Indeed, Michael had kept her quite busy since he picked her up at
Quigley's.  The car was still in park when he pushed her head down on his
cock, which was standing up loud and proud even before she got in the car.
It was quite the greeting.  He took no note of her work outfit nor did he
ask about work or Megan.  Kasey understood the assignment and was turned on
by his intensity.  She sucked him expertly, happy to swallow his cum a few
moments before they pulled into the garage at Michael and Megan's house.

   Only then did he say hello and ask about the store, Megan, the
exterminator, and all the other events of the day.  If the thought of Megan
wearing the same outfit she was wearing for work concerned him, he didn't
show it.  He was distracted, though, she could tell.  Her blowjob had only
provided a small bit of respite from whatever was bothering him.  He was
agitated and stressed.

   She got him a beer and sat next to him by the pool.  She rubbed his
shoulders and kissed his neck, trying to soothe him.  He thanked her and
shared the details of his day.  He didn't know why Mr.  Rothman had called
him into work nor why he was in such a bad mood, but Kasey did.  She didn't
say a word.  She just listened.  According to Michael, Rothman spent most
of the day complaining about everyone on staff and blamed Kasey and Megan
for bringing negative energy to the office by being "little sluts".  When
Michael had taken offense to that comment, defending not only Megan but
also Kasey, Rothman had exploded and told him the girls were neither one
welcome in the office any more.  Further, he told Michael to expect "some
long days" ahead as they prepared for two important pitches.

   Michael was used to working long hours, but Rothman was exceedingly
critical of his work, demanding him to rewrite content and redesign charts
that had never been a problem before.  Rothman called Michael complacent
and lazy and suggested he was "too old" and "losing his touch." Rothman
even threatened to fire him if either of the pitches went poorly.

   "Maybe he just had a bad day," Kasey said.  "I'm sure tomorrow will be
better."

   "I don't think so," Michael said, shaking his head.  "He's always had
his moments of being an asshole, but this was different.  He was really
angry.  I don't know what happened, but he was using you two and then me as
his scapegoat.  I think he's in some sort of trouble.  Maybe his wife has
finally had enough and wants to end their marriage of convenience."

   "From what I can tell, that would make him happy," Kasey smirked, trying
to coax a smile out of Michael.  She was pleased to see it work.

   "That's true,' Michael said.  "He fucks everything that moves anyway. 
Might as well remove the stigma, huh?  I'm surprised he didn't hit on you
and Megan.  The man's a good businessman but he's a loose cannon with even
looser morals."

   "Maybe we weren't his type," Kasey giggled, happy that Michael somehow
didn't suspect any shenanigans on Megan's trip with Rothman.

   "Everyone is his type," Michael chuckled.  "But maybe he had enough
respect for me to at least keep his hands off you two.  Anyway, I apologize
but I'm going to have some long days at work and you won't be able to be
there.  I hate that you lost your internships.  Is it too late to get into
college for this semester?"

   "I'm not sure," Kasey said honestly.  "But I don't want to go.  Not now
at least.  I'll find something else to keep me busy.  The job with Mr. 
Quigley will be fun, I think.  And maybe we can meet at lunch time and I
can bring you lunch and you can feed me anything you want to."

   "You seem to like to eat the same thing every day," he laughed.

   "Well, it's yummy, low-fat, high-protein, and the guy who makes it is
awesome," Kasey teased.  "Best diet I've ever been on."

   "I'll eat pineapple every day," Michael laughed.  "Speaking of eating,
have you had dinner?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said.  "I just had a yummy appetizer though."

   "As much as I would like to be able to provide all the nourishment you
need, I think you probably need a little more than that.  Not much open
right now and you're not old enough for a bar.  Fast food drive through OK
with you?"

   "Sounds delicious," Kasey said.  "Maybe you can make some more, um,
dessert later?"

   "Guaranteed."

   "I can't wait, sir." Kasey had made the dessert comment expecting
Michael to need a little time, but minutes later they pulled into a dark
parking lot.  He made her get out of the car and bent over the hood.  They
were in the shadows, nearly invisible even as the slow late night traffic
cruised by.  Even though he chose to fuck her out of the car rather than
the backseat, Kasey got the feeling that he was nervous.  He fucked her
with a sense of urgency and intensity, as if he wanted to get it over with
as fast as possible.  A quickie in the parking lot.  ClichÃ(C) as it was,
it was still hot, and Kasey creamed all over his cock, gasping and moaning
until Michael covered her mouth with his hands.

   "Quiet, baby," he said under his breath.  In response, she licked his
fingers playfully.  He laughed reluctantly, unable to resist her.  He
pulled out, preparing to cum on her ass, but she spun around quickly and
dropped to the ground, mouth open, tongue out.  As much as he wanted to
feed her, Michael suddenly wanted to see his cum on her pretty face. 
"Close your mouth."

   She complied just in time as he gave her his second load of the evening,
not as abundant as the first, of course, but still thick and creamy white.
He held his cock right in front of her eyes, dropping the thickest wads on
her forehead.  I little landed in her hair and more dribbled down the side
of her nose.

   "You're a mess," he smiled.  "I'll grab a towel or napkin or something
out of the car."

   "No," Kasey stopped him, grabbing his arm.  "You marked your territory,
sir.  But what good does that do if you don't show it?"

   "What are you saying?"

   "Let me wear it through the drive through," she said.  "I want the world
to know who I belong to, sir."

   "Fuck," Michael said under his breath.  She never ceased to surprise
him. "All right, little slut.  Have it your way.  I just wish I had done
that on the first load -- could have written my initials on your face with
that one."

   "Maybe your whole name, sir!" she laughed.

   He gave her the keys and they made the short drive to the burger joint.
She kept her head tilted back, doing the best she could to prevent the cum
from dripping off her face.  She ordered a burger and pineapple shake for
Michael and got some chicken nuggets and fries for herself.

   "Any sauce with that?" the voice came back through the speaker.

   That was the question she hoped they would ask.  "No, thank you," she
smiled as she spoke, barely able to keep from giggling.  "I have plenty on
my face."

   "Um, OK.  Please pull around."

   Michael just shook his head and smiled while Kasey burst into laughter.
"You're a naughty girl," he wagged his finger playfully at her.

   "I should probably be punished then," she teased.

   "Definitely."

   "Promise?" she smiled at him, then glanced back as they reached the
drive through window.  At this time of night, they used the same window to
collect the payment and deliver the food.  Michael gave her his card and
she handed it to the young man who was waiting at the window.  It took him
only a moment to notice the cum on her face.  Her weird comment had assured
that he would look at her rather than robotically taking the card and
passing out the food, his mind surely on other things, like how quickly he
could get out of this place.  A gorgeous young blonde, scantily dressed,
with cum on her face definitely got his attention, though.

   The worker handed her the card back, smiling as he studied her face.

   "It's what you think it is," Kasey smiled.

   "You're a lucky man," he said, looking past Kasey at Michael.  "Wish my
girlfriend was like that."

   "She probably is," Kasey grinned.  "She just doesn't know it yet."

   "Damn," the guy laughed.  "You want me to get you some extra napkins or
anything?"

   "No thank you," Kasey said.  She grabbed a French fry and wiped it
across her forehead, soaking up as much cum as she could.  She held it in
front of her face so she could see it.  Then she looked at Michael.  Then
the guy.  Then she bit the fry in half, a devilish smile on her face. 
"Tell your girlfriend it's good with fries."

   She and Michael both laughed hysterically as they drove off.  "I had no
idea you were...  I mean, you would..."

   Michael couldn't find the words, and it wasn't because he was laughing
too hard.  How could you describe a woman willing to do what she just did
--- and loving it?  "Well, sir, now you know I am.  I would.  And I will.
Anything you want, sir.  Literally anything.  And thank you for dinner, by
the way.  This chicken is the second best thing I've eaten tonight."

   "Night's not over yet, babe," Michael said in a throaty voice that told
her he was in the mood for more fun.  She had hoped her little teasing act
would be enough to keep his interest a little longer, and it seemed to have
worked.  He had so much pent up frustration after his day with Rothman, and
all she wanted to do was fuck it out of him.  He needed to be relaxed and
calm before another long day at work.  Work was his job, this was hers.

   "I was hoping you'd say that," she said, pulling into another empty
parking lot so they could finish their dinner.

   "You didn't think I was done with you already, did you?"

   "No, but..."

   "I'm old and it's late," he chuckled.  "Don't worry, you give me energy.
By the end of the night, you might be the one who's worn out."

   "Oh god if you keep talking like that..." she squirmed in her seat. 
"You're making me so horny, sir."

   "Want me to fuck you on the hood of the car again?"

   "Anywhere you want, sir."

   "Think your dad is home tonight?"

   Alarms went off in Kasey's head.  Why was he asking about her dad and
whether he was home?

   "I'm sure he is," Kasey said.  "Why?"

   "Well, I thought maybe we could swing by your house and you could pick
out a little outfit for me.  Maybe grab some toys too."

   "Of course, sir," she said.  "Megan has most of the same stuff -- you
know, from Mr.  Quigley.  I can just wear hers if you want."

   "I know but I think it would be weird if I knew it was her clothes," he
said.  "I want you in your clothes.  Plus, your toys belong inside of you
and you alone.  Agreed?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey smiled.  "I'm sure Dad will be asleep by now.  I can
sneak in and get whatever you want."

   By the time they got to the house, Michael had decided that he wanted
Kasey to get any sort of white bodysuit or catsuit she had --something
fishnet or mesh that he could tear if he wanted.  Kasey understood the
assignment and left him sitting in the car while she ran inside.  There
were no lights on in the living room, but she could hear noises and there
was a light coming from the hallway.  She expected to be coming from her
dad's room, but instead it was coming from her room.  The door was
understandably open.  Kasey could hear the noises and it was obvious that
her dad was in the middle of rather vigorous fucking of her best friend. 
She wanted to wait in the hallway until they finished, but she figured this
was not the first fuck of the night and that this one could take a while.
She could hear Megan's muffled cries and knew her friend was having nearly
as much fun as her dad.  Michael, meanwhile, was in the car, eager to see
her in the outfit he had requested.  She couldn't keep him waiting.

   She approached her bedroom door slowly, not wanting to interrupt them,
but also not wanting to scare them either.  She peeked in and saw Megan on
her bed, her face being held down in the blankets by Kasey's dad.  Megan's
ass was in the air and Mr.  Granderson was behind her.  Both his hands were
on the back of her head, pushing her down while he drove powerfully into
her.  Kasey could hear the slapping and the wet sound of Megan's pussy.  By
her groans, she guessed Megan had cum several times already and wasn't
close to done.

   "Hi!" Kasey said, giving a little wave as she ran into the room, past
her bed -- which she would never be able to sleep in again, she decided. 
"Don't stop.  I mean, don't mind me.  I'll be out in two seconds."

   "Fuck, Kasey," her dad grunted, pulling out of Megan, whose disappointed
moan was full of frustration.  A good orgasm had been spoiled.  "You
shouldn't be here." He pulled her comforter over his waist -- another sight
she would never be able to un-see.

   "I know," Kasey said.  "I'm so sorry.  He just wants some special
clothes and stuff.  And he won't let me wear Megan's.  I'll be gone in just
a minute."

   Kasey hurriedly grabbed the outfit she had in mind and a few toys in a
bag and hurried downstairs.  She changed quickly in the living room, and by
the time she left, the upstairs moans, grunts, and sounds of skin on skin
had resumed, every bit as intense as before.

   She didn't know how she felt it about it.  As she had played it over and
over in her head many times these past few days, she was happy he was happy
and she knew he and Megan were being good to each other.  Still, it was
hard to think about her best friend and her dad having sex at all, let
alone in her house, and in her bed.  Of course, Megan was dealing with
almost the exact same thoughts and concerns.  It was a potentially messy
situation, but somehow it felt right.  It was all safe, all consensual, and
all with the best intentions.  Still, she knew at some point Michael was
bound to figure things out.  At some point Megan and Kasey would move on
from this school and to whatever they decided their future would be.  How
would their dads relate then?  How would they manage going back to being
single and alone -- one a widower and the other divorced?  She didn't have
any answers, but she hoped that in some way all this would help point them
all in the right direction.

   While Michael had left her plenty of room for discretion, Kasey had a
pretty good idea what he wanted and had picked out the toys and outfit
accordingly.  She wore a skin-tight, backless white lace catsuit.  It
hugged every inch of her, outlining every curve, including her breasts,
nipples, ass, and pussy lips.  From the cleavage to her neck was just a
single inch-wide stretch of lace that connected the body of the catsuit to
a lace collar around her neck.  In front of the collar was a small golden
bell that jingled when she walked.  In back, a spaghetti-thin white band
extended from the collar to the point where the body suit resumed at the
small of her back.  Her back and shoulders were bare.  Most of her abdomen
as bare as well, as oval cutouts left just a thin strip of lace connecting
the space between her breasts and hips.  She wore gold heels with straps
around the ankles.

   She sat the bag down and stood in front of the car, turning slowly in
the headlights.  She posed for him, letting him take a good long look from
the driver's seat, which he had returned to while she was inside.  She
strode over to his window, feeling a little bit like a hooker approaching a
potential john.

   "Looking for some company, mister?" she asked, easing into the scenario.

   "Hmm," he said thoughtfully.  He was playing along and Kasey loved it.
He was so fun!  "You look like you might be expensive."

   "Why do you say that, baby?"

   "You're beautiful.  Like a model.  Too pretty for the streets."

   "Thank you, sweetie," Kasey said, channeling what she hoped was akin to
streetwalker talk.  "You get what you pay for, you know."

   "True," he nodded.  "Exactly what am I paying for?"

   "Anything you want, baby," Kasey.  "You name it, I do it."

   "For a price."

   "I'm worth every penny, baby.  I'll make you so happy, you'll be ready
to pay double next time."

   "So, this is like a half off deal then?"

   "I've already taken off more than half, my dear," she smiled
seductively, running her hands down her body, so seductively wrapped in the
see-through lace.  She remembered he wanted something he could rip off of
her.  He wanted to be rough, manhandle her.  She made sure he knew she was
all in with that plan.  "You have to take off the rest, though."

   He reached out and touched the lace on her thigh.  He pulled at it,
testing its strength.  It tore easily, leaving a small rip.  He smiled and
Kasey knew she had done a good job.

   "Get in," he said.

   "You have enough to give me?"

   "I have all that you can handle," he grinned.

   "Goodie!" Kasey squealed in a mock bimbo cheerleader voice.  She quickly
walked around to the passenger side and got in.  Ten minutes later, they
were back at Megan's house.

   Kasey expected him to shred her clothing the minute they walked in. 
Instead, however, he stripped down to only his boxers, his half-erect cock
hanging out of the fly, and proceeded to make her model for him.  He REALLY
liked this outfit, she realized.  He recorded her walking slowly around the
pool, following her on the first lap, then walking backwards in front of
her on the second, capturing her beauty from all angles.  She wondered if
any of the neighbors noticed the lights on in the backyard.  She suspected
Mick and Harry might be watching from their windows, unless they were
fucking April, or even while they were fucking her.

   "Gotta take some pictures now," Michael said.

   "Of course, sir," Kasey said.  They had dropped the hooker role play and
were back to their normal selves.

   He had her pose on the couch, in the kitchen, on the stairs, and finally
on the bed.  She loved arching her back and sticking out her ass and tits
and making pouty lipped faces for him.  He was so complimentary, so
appreciative.  It made her want to please him all the more.

   "Show me what toys you brought," he said.

   She ran down to the car and grabbed the bag, then hurried back upstairs
and handed it to him.

   "Very good," he said, holding up a thick flesh-colored dildo.  "Lay
back."

   Kasey eagerly wiggled backwards on the bed, propping her head up with a
couple of pillows.  She pressed her legs together, eager for him to take
control.  If he wanted to stick that thing in her pussy, he would have to
force her legs apart himself.

   He knelt on the bed and did just that, putting his hands between her
thighs and pushing them apart.  He let go while he grabbed the dildo and
she playfully pushed her legs back together, pressing her thighs tightly.
She giggled, playing the role of a brat now.  Brats got punished and
manhandled.  The whole ripping fantasy had tipped her off that he was in
the mood for such a role play, so she was trying to bring that rest of that
pent up aggression and stress out of him.

   "Little bitch," he grinned when he saw what she'd done.  He waved the
oversized dong in front of her.  "This thing is going inside you one way or
the other.  Hard way or easy way?"

   "All the guys at school think I'm easy," she said.  "The professors know
it.  Maybe it's time I be a good girl for a change?  I'll just keep my legs
shut tonight."

   "Hard way it is," he grunted.  He feigned anger, but Kasey could see
that he was enjoying this.  This time he forced her legs apart and then
pushed them up over her head.  Using the fur-lined cuffs she had brought,
he cuffed her left wrist to her left ankle and her right wrist to her right
ankle.  She was bent in half, her ass and pussy completely unprotected, her
breasts squeezed between her thighs.  She was fully at his mercy, just like
they both wanted.

   He rubbed his hand over her pussy, feeling that her warmth and softness.
He pressed against her slit, forcing the lace between her pussy lips.  She
moaned and squirmed, no longer acting.  It felt so good, but she needed so
much more.  The anticipation of him ripping her clothes off and fucking her
like his personal cock toy was deliciously unbearable.

   "You're getting wet, you little slut," he teased.  "Careful, I'm not
sure this lace is meant to get wet.  Woudn't want it to rip now would we?"

   "No, daddy," Kasey whimpered, biting her lip.  "Please don't rip it. 
It's such a nice outfit."

   "It's not my fault, you horny little bitch," he feigned innocence. 
"Your horny pussy is soaking it.  Here, I'll show you." He got right
between her legs and took a close up picture of the pussy-juice soaked lace
crotch.  He held the phone up to her so she could see it.  "That's all you,
naughty girl.  Now smile!"

   She bit her lip in mock worry.  That was a good picture, she thought. 
Then she stuck her lip out, the pouty brat.  Another good pic.  She hoped
he could use these pictures to jack off some day when he really needed it
-- though she hoped she or someone else was always around to take care of
his needs so he never had to jack off again.

   He pushed the dildo to her lips and took a picture of her kissing the
tip and then a few of her sucking on it, then he pulled it out, held and
slapped it against her wet crotch.  She moaned and he laughed.  Then he
slapped his own cock -- which was now fully erect -- against her wet mound.
"Fuck me right through it," she begged.  He couldn't say no to her now.  He
pressed his cock against the lace, shoving it deeper between her pussy
lips. The skin-tight fabric had a little give, thanks to her wetness, but
soon yielded to his hard cock and ripped vertically, the full length of her
slit.  His cock dipped inside her momentarily and she prepared for him to
take her, but he pulled out as quickly as he had entered, and replaced his
cock with the dildo.  He didn't tease her with the dildo, though.  He
pressed three inches into her on the first shove, six on the next, and the
full eight on the next.  She moaned loudly and yearned for him to hammer
that dildo in and out of her.  Instead, he left it all the way inside, then
began ripping at her body suit.

   He rolled her tight little body onto his lap, happy to see her
cock-hungry cunt tightly gripping the dildo.  He manhandled her, groping
every inch of her amazing, perfect body.  He squeezed and tickled and
pinched.  He put his fingers in her mouth and he ran his hands under the
openings of her outfit.  The more he pressed and pulled and pinched the
more the fabric began to yield.

   Kasey was loving being the tormented as much as he was enjoying
tormenting her.  She squirmed and squealed and giggled and begged and
moaned.  He was pushing every button, making her frustrated, angry, happy,
and oh-so-horny.  She couldn't wait for him to rip her clothes off and
ravage her, but she also wished this would never end.

   Her clothes were slowing being pulled apart, little tears here and
there. But it held up valiantly until he finally gripped the opening at her
crotch and yanked violently upward.  The lace split in two all the way up,
the lace band between the crotch and breasts snapping completely off.  He
pulled the lace away from her legs and then her breasts.  He left briefly
and came back with a knife, which he used to cut the last lace strap,
leaving only the collar, the bell and her heels.  The only other things she
still "wore" when he was done was the dildo and a big smile.  Moments
later, the dildo had been "stripped" away too.  Keeping her wrapped up like
a ball, he picked her up and dropped her right onto his cock.  He stood up,
holding her his arms while her weight forced her pussy all the way down his
shaft.

   "Balls deep, little bitch," he smiled at her.  She came, her eyelids
fluttering, nostrils flaring, lips parting, breathing halting, body
tensing, fluids flowing.

   He watched and felt her cum.  It was so beautiful to see and feel.  So
much perfection.  Pure joy and ultimate release.  He could watch her do
that all day.  He waited patiently for her to regain her wits, then turned
and lowered her back onto the bed, his cock never leaving her pussy's
warmth as his weight came down on top of her.  He plowed into her
relentlessly, his strokes deep and urgent.  He had held back long enough.
He had earned this.  She wanted it as much as he did.  He knew that much
for sure.  She would never say no to him.  What was the saying in
Spider-Man?  With great power comes great responsibility?  Well, he felt
like he had immense power now.  Would he handle it/her responsibly?  It was
hard to say.  It was hard to think.  All his focus was on her and the
pleasure she provided.  He came inside her, his juices mixing with hers. 
He knew she liked to swallow -- or at least did a great job of faking it if
she didn't.  But he didn't want to pull his cock out of her one second
sooner than he had to.  Cumming inside her bought him a few extra precious
moments.  As his climax subsided, she came again.  No, he decided, she
definitely wasn't disappointed that he came inside her.

   He kissed her on the lips.  Passionately.  The way lovers would.  He
couldn't imagine anyone making him happier than she did.  He knew this
couldn't last, but he intended to milk whatever he had with her for all it
was worth.

   Later, after they had regained their senses, they cuddled in bed, both
exhausted but too exhilarated to sleep.  Kasey would have been all for
another round, but she could tell she had fucked the energy and at least
most of the stress out of him.  She had done a good job.  She was good at
this and it was so rewarding.  She hated that he had to go to work again
tomorrow, but she hoped he came home angry again.  She would have to find
another good outfit for him to destroy.

   "I wish you didn't have to work tomorrow," she pouted.  "Can you skip
and just stay home and play with me all day?  We can see how many times you
can cum." She giggled, but he sighed and she knew the answer.

   "I wish I could," he said.  "But I have to.  Plus, I would like you to
check on Megan tomorrow if you don't mind."

   "Of course," Kasey said.  "Is something wrong?"

   "I don't think so," he said.  "When we were at your house I realized I
had a missed call from her.  She left a normal message.  Nothing alarming.
But she neglected to hang up and well, maybe it's best if you hear it and
you can let me know if I should be worried or not."

   He played the message and Kasey listened to the sounds of her dad
fucking Megan.  She knew who it was, but there was no way for Michael to
know or suspect.  "Oh my!" she exclaimed.  "Who is that?"

   "I was hoping you knew," he said.  "Is she dating someone?  I thought
she was staying with her mom tonight."

   "I did too," Kasey hated lying to him, but what other choice did she
have?  "I don't know who she's with.  She hasn't mentioned anyone to me,
but we've been so busy I haven't really asked her about anyone either.  I'm
sure she is with a good guy, though.  She doesn't pick jerks.  And she
sounded, um, happy."

   "That she did.  Very happy.  Like you did," Michael laughed.  "Well,
it's not the sort of thing a father wants to hear, but at the same time,
she's an adult and can make her own choices.  Plus, I do want her to be
happy.  I just don't want to hear it quite so graphically."

   They both laughed.  "Yes, if you could just make sure she's OK," Michael
continued.  "I don't want to pry.  I do trust her.  But..."

   "But you're a good father who cares about his daughter," Kasey smiled,
touching his arm.  "You have nothing to apologize for."

   "Your dad might have a different opinion on that," Michael chuckled.

   "Why?" Kasey smiled.  "I'm with a good man who makes me very happy."

   "Thank you," Michael said.  "You're very sweet.  Still..."

   "Yeah, there's no way we're telling him," Kasey giggled.

   ***

   While Megan and Kasey both put each other's father's to bed with drained
balls and happy smile, April was walking toward the convenience store
across the street from Quigley's store.  She was wearing a pink crop top
that stopped at her nipples, low-cut white cheerleader shorts with a
visible pink g-string underneath.  She wore a yellow collar with the word
"Bimbo" on it, and hot pink heels with straps around the ankles.  She also
wore two large loads of cum on her face and had a $20 bill stuffed between
her tits.

   This was her first official "assignment" as a School for Sluts student
and she didn't want to mess it up.  The guys had all been so nice to her.
They had given her so many clothes!

   After Megan and Kasey left, Quigley, Mick, Harry, Walters, and Yelton
had stayed behind to help pick out the various school-appropriate wardrobe
for her.  They were so kind and sweet and generous.  They kept
complimenting her appearance and even when she insisted she needed larger
sizes, they told her she was much more petite than she was giving herself
credit for.  What a confidence boost to hear such words from these honest,
distinguished gentlemen and educators!

   She always bought larger shirts and tops because of her breasts, but the
guys convinced her that covering up with loose tops and sweaters was like
saying she wasn't proud of her body.  She had big beautiful natural breasts
that were nothing to be ashamed of.

   "You have such a slender waist and tight ass," Walters had said.  "You
need to wear the correct sizes for your whole body, not just your breasts."

   It made sense to April.  Besides, they were giving her all these clothes
for free.  She had always been taught to be thankful for any gift, even if
it wasn't what she really wanted.  It was the thought that counts, and
these men thought she looked good in these clothes they were giving her.

   They were so efficient, too!  They pulled clothes on and off her, trying
one outfit after another.  They were always careful to see how it covered
her breasts and how her ass looked in everything.  Oh, and the shoes!  So
many beautiful sexy heels.  And stockings, thongs, g-strings, bikinis. 
Lots of fun costumes too -- cheerleaders, maids, nurses.  And, of course
the mini skirts, dresses, and lingerie were so, so sexy.  She knew it was
probably thousands of dollars of clothes they were giving her.

   "I don't know how I'll ever be able to pick what to wear," she said,
overwhelmed by their generosity.

   "You don't have to worry about that," Harry said.  "From now on, you
wear what we tell you to wear."

   "You have to change the way you think about clothes," Mick added.  "You
don't dress for what you like or what you're comfortable in.  You dress for
how you man wants to see you dressed.  These clothes are meant to please
us, not you.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," April nodded.  She liked calling them sir or daddy.  That
way she didn't have to worry about remembering everyone's names right away.
They were so thoughtful and welcoming in that way.

   Despite her naivetÃ(C), April was not oblivious to the men's selfish
pleasures.  They continuously groped her breasts and pinched her ass and
cupped her pussy while in the process of fitting her thongs.  At times they
talked about her body like she wasn't even there.  Despite how dismissive
of her presence it was, their crude but complimentary comments were still
flattering.

   "Her tits are just made to wrap around cock," one of them said.

   "Yours will get lost in there," another responded and they all laughed.
April giggled too, which made her breasts jiggle, which made them all seem
that much happier.  It felt good to be able to make them all so happy with
so little effort.

   Still, there were a few worrisome comments -- not negative, but just
reminders that she was, in fact, in school now and had much to learn.  They
were giving her free clothes and free education.  It was so generous but
also so much pressure.  She had to repay them by being an excellent
student, but that had never been her strength.  She was a solid C student
in high school -- nothing to be ashamed of, but hardly full-scholarship
credentials.  Even though her brother would never give her as much
authority as she wanted, she knew she had a good idea of how to run a
business.  In fact, she thought she would be better than him because she
knew how to treat people.  She was nice to everyone.  Happy customers would
keep coming back and would tell their friends too.  It was better to admit
a mistake and give the customer and item for free than to haggle over the
comparatively small amount of money in one transaction.  This was common
sense to her.  She had always been told she was naïve and some people
called her dingy or ditzy.  She supposed maybe she was.  But she had common
sense and plenty of it.  She believed, and so did these men apparently,
that her common sense could take her a long way.

   What this school meant for her, though, was the opportunity to learn how
to combine her other gift -- her appearance -- with that common sense and
truly be a success.  She was blessed with limited self-awareness, too,
which meant she had no overly negative nor overly positive images of
herself.  She knew she was attractive, but she wasn't conceited about it.
It made her no better than anyone else, just as someone who was much
smarter than her was no better than she was.  She believed everyone had
strengths and weaknesses, gifts and challenges that made us all, in the
end, equal.

   She had been told she was naïve -- and more derogatory terms -- enough
times to know she needed to protect herself.  Knowledge, as they say, is
power.  She needed to learn how to use her common sense and her body to
overcome those who would try to take advantage of her innocence and
naivetÃ(C).  That's what this school would teach her.  By the time she
graduated, she believed no one would be able to take advantage of her,
which was her only real true fear.  It was the only thing holding her back.
Sex was great and she loved it and that men wanted to fuck her so badly. 
It was fun, but she was understanding now that it was empowering.  It was
weird, but the less she resisted, the more powerful and carefree she felt.

   So, it wasn't without purpose that she listened to the men and let them
fondle and ogle her.  It was part of her learning process.  They felt
powerful.  They liked making crude jokes, groping her like they owned her,
and bragging about their prowess.  There was nothing wrong with any of it.
She didn't think they were bad men.  They were truly being generous with
their gifts, their time and their instruction and received plenty of
rewards in return.  It seemed like a fair trade to her.

   They had her put on and take off so many outfits, their hands roaming
freely.  She kind of liked that they didn't pretend to brush up against her
or act like it was an accident like guys at the bar always did.  They took
turns helping her in and out of her outfits.  Mick, for example, would help
take her top off and then squeeze her breasts, bounce them in his hand, or
pull on her nipples before putting the next one on.  She was frequently
commanded to jiggle her breasts to "test" the outfits to make sure they
could handle the demanding job of containing her tits.  Or they had her
bend over to see how shorts and skirts covered -- or failed to cover -- her
ass.  Hundreds of photos and videos were taken.  She was being objectified
in every way.  She should have been ashamed or angry, but somehow she felt
flattered.  They didn't do or say a single thing that offended her.

   The men picked up on this as well.  "Nothing phases her at all," Mick
said to Harry, out of earshot of April.

   "I know," Harry said.  "You know, Megan and Kasey are very sexy, but
they are also a little younger and less overtly sexual.  April's a little
older and those tits have been catching eyes for a long time.  She's our
newest student, but she's got a lot more life experience."

   "And she knows what's going on," Mick agreed.  "She isn't dumb.  She
misses jokes and double-meanings, but she understands the deal.  I think we
can accelerate her training.  Starting tonight."

   Harry agreed and they quietly filled the others in on their plan.  All
readily agreed and, by the time they had finished the clothing selection,
they were more than ready for action.  They stripped her naked and took her
into one of the dressing rooms.

   "You've been a good student so far," Harry said.

   "Thank you, sir," April said.

   "One of the most important lessons, of course, is to always show
appreciation for gifts that your men give to you," Harry continued.  "We
have given you a great number of clothes tonight.  We thank Mr.  Quigley
for donating so many of them and for giving us an incredible price on the
others.  Would you like to thank him too?"

   "Oh yes!" April bounced.  "Thank you so much, Mr.  Quigley sir.  You
have such a wonderful store and I can't believe how much you are letting me
have.  I don't know how I can ever repay you.  Do you have any ideas, sir?"

   The men all looked at one another and nodded.  Yes, she got it after
all.

   "I have a few," Quigley said, stepping forward and kissing her on the
mouth while his hands cupped her breasts.  He led her to the couch and put
her on her knees with head hanging over the armrest.  He knelt on the couch
behind her and spread her ass cheeks with his hands, taking a good look at
her inviting holes.  It was tempting to stretch her ass, but her pussy was
so plump and soft and pink -- it was irresistible.  He rubbed the head of
his cock up and down her slit.  She was wet and warm and her soft moan was
equally authentic.  She was ready and willing.

   He entered her slowly.  The others all watched, but his focus was on her
only.  He had his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him, gradually
putting every inch inside her.  He edged her body further forward so her
tits hung over the armrest.  As he fucked her, her breasts bounced against
the couch.  It was gift to his friends, who watched and casually stroked
their cocks, awaiting their turn.  Even though any of them could have
fucked her mouth, they waited.  Quigley's generosity was being awarded with
a solo romp, and he appreciated it.

   April paid little attention to her audience.  She was loving being
fucked by Quigley.  He was giving her those deep hard thrusts that powerful
without being frantic.  He was composed, strong, not being slow, but taking
his time.  He knew exactly how he was going to fuck her.  The more control
he took, the more she lost her own self-control.  She was moaning a little
now, gasping with each thrust, partially from the force and partially from
the pleasure.  He knew how to give a woman a proper fuck.  What a welcome
change from most of her dates.

   "What do you say, slut?" he grunted.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her
head back towards him.  "What do you want to say to me?"

   "Thank you, sir," she gasped.  "Thank you, thank you!"

   "For what?  The clothes or my cock?"

   She didn't hesitate.  "Both, sir, both."

   "What if you could only have one?" he asked, cruelly pulling his cock
out of her pussy.

   "Ugh," she moaned.  "Cock, sir.  Your beautiful strong cock.  That's all
I need.  I don't need clothes.  Just please give me your cock again. 
Please, sir."

   "As you wish," he laughed as he thrust back into her, harder this time.
He put his hands on her face as he gripped her head, using her for
leverage. He started pounding her harder and harder.  April's back was
arched painfully now and her tits were mashed and rubbed against the arm
rest.  He pinched her nose, fish-hooked her mouth, and yanked her hair,
manhandling her as his fucking turned from controlled to dominating.  He
was lust and she was the recipient.  She came first, eliciting a cheer from
the onlookers, who cheered again when Quigley came moments later all over
her back and ass.

   Mick tossed Quigley a towel and he cleaned up his mess.  Then Walters
took his place behind April and Yelton wagged his cock in front of her
face. She had barely caught her breath before Yelton started feeding her
his cock and Walters entered her scorching hot pussy.

   "You sure got her warmed up," Walters said to Quigley.  "This cunt is on
fire."

   "And she's sucking like a pro," Yelton said, steadily pumping his cock
in and out of her mouth.  Occasionally he pulled out and let her lick his
balls and underside of his shaft before stuffing it back in again.  Walters
made sure she went all the way, pushing on the back of her head until
Yelton gave him the thumbs up indicating that he was balls deep.  Walters
held her there for a count of five before letting up.

   April could barely breath, but she loved the feel of being spit-roasted
like this and, after a few minutes of Walters steady thrusts -- accompanied
by some slapping of her ass -- she came again.  Fuck, she loved the way
they treated her.  So many men were intimidated by her and, as a result,
acted meek or they assumed that her tits were bigger than her brain and
were quick to degrade her.  With these men, she didn't feel disrespected
and she certainly didn't intimidate them.  They had fucked other beautiful
women -- Megan and Kasey, for sure, and likely others -- and April was
another in that line.  She felt honored that they chose her.

   After her second orgasm, they switched places and she tasted her pussy
on Walters' cock while Yelton's spit-coated cock made itself at home inside
her cunt.  Walters rubbed his cock all over her face and slapped her with
it too.  When he pushed inside her, Yelton returned the favor of pushing
and holding her head, making sure she went all the way and stayed there
like a good little slut.

   "I think she's part vacuum cleaner," Walters chuckled.

   "Tries to suck your balls dry, doesn't she?" Yelton nodded.

   "It's working," Walters said.  "Little bitch is gonna get what she wants
in a minute."

   "Let's fill her up then," Yelton grinned.

   The idea of being filled with their cocks and then their cum pushed
April over the edge and she came again.  They could feel her body tense and
Yelton felt her gushing juices.  The men high-fived each other, then
Walters pulled his cock out and stroked it in front of her face.  "Eyes and
mouth open," he barked.  She complied, sticking out her tongue a little bit
too.  "Perfect cum target," Walters said.  He stroked his cock and pointed
it at her face.  The first blast hit the right side of her nose, then he
aimed more carefully with the rest, dropping the ensuing globs directly
onto her tongue.  "Wipe the rest in your mouth, then swallow, bimbo bitch."

   She complied readily, swallowing his thick load just as Yelton pulled
out of her and came around to stand in front of her once more.  She assumed
the eyes and mouth wide open pose and awaited his yummy gift.  He gave it
to her in full, each spurt landing on her tongue and filling her mouth. 
"Swish it around, like mouthwash," Yelton told her.  "Get it on your gums
and teeth."

   She complied, trying hard not to laugh.  This was so silly and fun. 
What an awesome night this had turned out to be!

   Finally Yelton gave her permission to swallow and she happily ingested
his load.  She looked at Mick and Harry, expecting them to take their
turns. Instead, they had her stand up.  They dressed in her the pink shirt
and "bimbo" collar, white cheerleader shorts, and pink heels that she wore
now as she approached the convenience store.

   "Men have always called you a bimbo and slut and underestimated you,
haven't they?" Mick asked as they dressed her.

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "Even my brother never gave me credit."

   "You realize that's partly because how you look, right?" Harry asked.

   "Yes, sir."

   "But you can't change how you look.  And you shouldn't.  You're
beautiful.  Perfect."

   "Thank you, sir."

   "We're not here to change you," Mick continued.  "We're not going to
turn you into a plastic bimbo or try to turn you into studious office girl.
We want you to stay just the way you are."

   "Thank you, sir," she said.  "But if I stay the same, how is that going
to change my future?"

   "Excellent question," Harry said, impressed.  April was full of
surprises.  He liked her more and more.  "The only thing that needs to
change is how you react to the way people treat you.  They are dismissive
of you.  Rude.  They underestimate you.  Men and women alike, right?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "You can let that hurt your feelings or be angry or sad, or you use it
to your advantage."

   "How, sir?"

   "If someone underestimates you, they immediately forfeit any power they
have over you," Harry said.  "They get lazy.  They assume you aren't a
threat to their job or their business or their man or their money.  Let
them think you're dumb.  Let them think you're nothing more than a pair of
tits.  When their guard is down, show them who you really are. 
Understand?"

   "I think so," she said, slowly.

   "Good," Mick said.  "It will make more sense as you practice.  The
ultimate payoff is you will find that one person who doesn't take you for
granted, who sees your potential.  That's when you will take off in
whatever business or profession you want.  Your beauty and positivity and
sweetness are gifts, not flaws."

   "Thank you, sir."

   "So, now you have to learn how to project that confidence no matter
what," Harry said.  "Dressed like this in public is going to draw attention
-- a lot of it negative, right?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "So let's see how you handle that.  You're going to go across the street
to that convenience store and bring back two six-packs of beer."

   "Yes, sir," she said.  They walked out of the dressing room and she was
about to walk out the front door when Mick grabbed her arm.

   "Wait," he said.  "You're not fully dressed yet." He pulled his cock out
of his pants and pushed the top of her shoulder, directing her to her
knees. "You need two more loads of cum, first."

   "Yummy!" she squealed.

   "No, you don't get to swallow this time," Harry said, standing next to
Mick now.  He also pulled his cock out of his pants.  "All cum goes on you
and stays there.  I'm sure that will gain even more attention.  Oh dear,
what will they think of such a public slut?"

   Before she could answer, Mick grabbed the top of her head and held her
steady as he pushed his cock into her mouth.  For the next 10 minutes while
Mick and Harry took turns fucking her mouth, April tried to think about the
lesson they were teaching her.  But her brain was rattled by their
thrusting cocks and their balls bouncing off her chin as they forced her to
deepthroat them.

   "One-two-three-four-five," Harry counted slowly, further interrupting
her thoughts.  Along with the counting, he slapped the back of her head
lightly with each beat as he counted to 10 before pulling out of her and
letting her breathe.

   They took turns stuffing their cocks in her cheeks and making her suck
their balls.  Her face was red and her eyes watered, but she stuck to the
task at hand dutifully.  She enjoyed being their fuck toy more than she
expected she would.  This was fun.  The beer-run was no longer a thought in
her rattled and shaken head.  She was just a cock and cum vessel.  She was
such a lucky girl!

   When the guys came, they had her close her eyes and mouth and then aimed
carefully.  Mick took the right side of her face, aiming his wad at her
right eye and cheek.  After he came, Harry did the same on the left side.
They did so strategically, knowing the cum would drip down her cheeks and
chin over the next few minutes.

   When Mick and Harry finished, the other men helped April up, shoved a
$20 bill between her tits, and ushered her out the door.  She was barely
dressed and cum coated her face.  She felt it oozing down her face.  As she
stepped off the curb, a glob dripped from her cheek and landed on her left
breast, the white puddle quite noticeable on the hot pink crop top.

   "What am I doing?" she thought.  "This is crazy." Then she remembered
Megan and how she entered the flower shop in similar condition.  Her
brother had treated her so poorly, but April had been impressed by Megan's
attitude and confidence.  That's really how she got to the school, after
all.  Now it was her turn.  She just hoped she would handle it as well as
Megan had.

   It was quite late, so there was little traffic on the road and there
were no pedestrians.  But, in typical fashion, the convenience store was
drawing its usual late-night customers stopping in for cigarettes, a cheap
snack, or alcohol.  It was a steady flow of two to eight people in the
store at this time of night.

   April met no one else until she approached the door.  Just then, a man
and woman came out and the man held the door for her.  Naturally his eyes
dropped to her chest, but his girlfriend noticed April's face right away.
She smiled at April and started laughing.  "Been there, done that," the
woman, who looked to be in her 30s, said.  "Babe, you forgot to wipe the
cum off your face.  Stay here and I'll run back in and grab you a paper
towel."

   "Damn," the man said then, noticing it too.  "It's on your tits -- uh, I
mean shirt -- too."

   "Stop staring at her tits, Dennis," the woman said, slugging him in the
arm.  "That's rude to both of us."

   "Can't help it," Dennis laughed.  "But I'll get the paper towel."

   "Wait," April said.  "Thank you both.  I appreciate it.  But, no thank
you.  I want to keep it like this.  It dries and drips so fast, it's kind
of nice to leave it on for a little bit."

   "Are you sure, honey?" the woman asked.  "I like a cum facial now and
then too, but..."

   "Fuck you do," Dennis laughed at her.  "You always make me cum in your
mouth so there's no mess."

   "I don't hear you complaining," the woman snapped back playfully.  This
was a fun couple.  April smiled, happy they were the ones she encountered
first.  "All right dear, you wear it with pride then.  Don't let anyone
mess with you.  Understand."

   "Yes, thank you," April said.  "You're both so nice.  Have a nice
evening."

   Dennis held the door and April went inside, still apprehensive, but
better.  She headed straight for the beer cooler in the back of the store,
taking note of the two clerks behind the counter -- one man probably in his
30s and a woman in her 40s or 50s.  There were two customers in the store
besides her.  She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact or
do anything to draw their attention.  Then she thought about what the guys
had said -- the assignment wasn't to be sneaky and get away with wearing
cum in public while dressed like a slut.  The assignment was to be proud of
who she was and to not worry about what other people think.  Let them judge
and underestimate her.  It was their failure, not hers.

   She straightened her body and slowed her walk, not intentionally
attracting attention, but not shying away from it either.  Head up, she
looked around, willing to make eye contact, which she did with the male
clerk, who nodded and smiled.

   There was another young man -- maybe in his late 20s or early 30s -- in
the store and a middle-aged woman.  Neither were near the beer so she
reached it without interaction.  She found the two different six-packs that
the men had requested and headed toward the checkout counter.  She felt the
cum oozing down her cheeks now and she was pretty sure some was stuck in
her left eyelash.  That would certainly be visible to anyone giving her
even the slightest glance.

   Before she got to the counter, three young men came into the store. 
They looked to be her age.  They were dressed in nice clothes and were
clean cut.  College boys, for sure, she thought.  Frat guys.  She was on
high alert as they approached her.  Frat guys always hit on her and always
acted like they were better than her -- like going out with them would be
the greatest thing that ever happened to her.  She was sure there was some
good frat guys, but most of the ones she encountered were jerks.

   "Damn, dude, check her out," one of them said.

   "Fuck, great tits," another said.

   "Slutty clothes," third guy said.  "Fuck, it even says bimbo on her
collar."

   "Hi guys," she said, forcing herself to be smiley and perky, a trick she
had mastered while dealing with customers at the flower shop.  "Thanks for
the compliments."

   She kept walking without breaking stride, hoping they would just keep
their distance where they could say whatever they wanted about her.  But
the one who had noticed the bimbo collar grabbed her arm and said, "Hey,
baby, what's your rush?  We're having a party.  You should come."

   "Dude, looks like someone already came," one of the others said.  "She's
covered in it."

   The guy with his hand on her arm pulled it away quickly.  "Fuck, that's
disgusting.  What a slutty whore."

   "Thank you," April smiled.  She continued on and approached the counter.
She heard the frat guys talking behind her and was certain they were
checking out her ass.  She set the beer on the counter and then
"accidentally" dropped the $20 bill as she pulled it from between her tits.
She bent over at the waist to pick it up, well aware that her low-cut
shorts were revealing the g-string that she wore underneath.  She stood up
slowly, then looked over her shoulder and smiled at the frat boys, who were
standing 15 feet away, all staring at her.  She waved and turned back to
the counter.

   "Dare?" the woman behind the counter smiled.

   "Something like that," April smiled back.  "How did you know?"

   "Happens more often than you'd think," she said.  "Men always anxious to
mark their territory.  Jerks."

   "Hey, don't blame me," the other clerk laughed.  "Ma'am, you're
extremely beautiful.  I hope whoever has 'marked' you like this treats you
right."

   "They do," April smiled at him.  She started out the door with a
six-pack carton in each hand.

   "Wait, you forgot your change," the female clerk said, holding up three
bills.

   "It's OK," April said.  "Apply it to whatever the frat boys are buying."

   "We don't need your money, whore," one of them laughed.

   "Watch your mouth, sir," the male clerk said.  "She's being nice to you.
Show some respect."

   "You see her covered in cum and dressed like a hooker?  Treat her with
respect?"

   "That's what I said.  How about it, whore?  How much did you get paid to
let some guy cum on you?"

   April could have walked on out, but she turned and said, "Why, you
making an offer?"

   "Yeah, I'll pay for your beer tonight and your Uber ride home in the
morning," he laughed, high-fiving his buddies.

   "Very generous," she smiled.  "But no thanks."

   "Your guy paying you more?  The same guy who makes you run his errands?
Must be a classy dude."

   "THEY are," April said, making it clear that there was more than one
man. "So classy, they didn't have to pay me a cent.  I'm proud to wear
their cum.  Yours?  Nah, you couldn't pay me enough.  Probably wouldn't be
enough for anyone to see anyway, right?"

   "Fuck you, bitch," one of them said.

   "No thank you," April said.  And she walked out, head held high.

   When she got back to Quigley's, she told them exactly what happened and
they congratulated her on a job well done.

   "You have a lot of potential," Quigley said.  "It's going to be rough at
times, but just trust us."

   "I do, sir," April said.  "Do I go back to my apartment tonight?"

   "Nope," Mick said.  "You and all your new clothes will come to our
house. That will be your home base, but you will spend nights at different
houses and with different men.  You need to be learn from many different
men.  You will learn something from each man and each lesson we have for
you.  We would love to keep you to ourselves, but we aren't selfish,
April."

   "Plus, as much as we'd like, we can't fuck that many times a day," Harry
laughed.  "You're going to be a little cock sleeve for a while.  It's an
intense program.  Lots of sex with lots of men.  Every day.  We break you
down, then build you back up."

   "Sounds kinda scary," April said honestly.

   "I can understand that," Walters said.  "But you have to trust us.  We
won't harm you nor let anyone else harm you.  It might feel like it goes
too far at times and like we only care about ourselves, but I assure you
that this is all for your own good.  Plus, you'll get to work with Megan
and Kasey and learn from them too."

   "Where are they tonight?" April asked.

   "You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Harry laughed.  The others
laughed too.  April looked at them blankly at first, then laughed too. 
Whatever lay ahead, it was bound to be fun.