"Remember that nasty thrill you got, sticking that vibrator against her clit, knowing you were gonna make her cum despite what I was doing to her?" Candace asked. "Well, what Beth has is the flip side of that. She enjoys having shit done to her. She likes being called a dirty slut because it frees her to do whatever anyone tells her to do. Blackmail is a way for her to excuse doing the nastiest things anybody can think of — because she’s being blackmailed, she has no choice, and therefore isn’t responsible." Candace sighed. "Beth could get out from under my thumb like that," she said, snapping her fingers, "but she won’t, because she’s happy where she is."
"But you beat her…"
" … And I tell her what to do and I humiliate her and I lead her around by the nose — and I’ll be setting some dangerous challenges for her and making her do outrageous things," Candace replied. "And it’s all fine — she wouldn’t have it any other way. She craves attention — even negative attention — and she wants to be told what to do. She wants someone else to be responsible for her life, in many ways — it’s a relief to her, and if she has to be punished to get it, she can accept that." Candace smiled crookedly. "I can’t get my head around it all the time — most of that lecture came from a professional Dom I hooked up with for a while."
The pair of them sat musing for a while before Candace piped up with, "Better?"
Jean pursed her lips. "The vibrator thing…"
"Hon, if you decide that you want to get romantic about it, or French kiss me while we’re doing it, then it might be time to worry — otherwise, it’s mutual masturbation." Candace chuckled. "That was the first time for me, too — and I’m not all bent out of shape about it. Chances are, we’ll never get around to it again."
"If you haven’t used it before, where did it come from?" Jean asked.
"Oh, I used it, once," Candace replied. "On a man. That Dom I was telling you about swung both ways — or at least enough to work over subbies. That’s how I knew that nasty big dork would fit in Beth’s ass…"
"Wow!" Jean shook her head. Candace was full of surprises…
Downstairs, Lon was collecting another award-winning blowjob from Beth, who was kneeling, nude, and allowing each of the males to maul one of her big breasts. Candace hadn’t said that she couldn’t do THAT, and besides, they liked to play with them…
"Go ahead and play with yourself," Lon offered.
Beth backed off his cock, "I’m not allowed."
"Hmph," Lon grunted. "That sucks…" He scratched his head. "Any rules against having your pussy played with?" Beth managed to transmit 'no, despite having his cock throat-deep. "Rick?" Lon asked.
"Sure." Rick squatted and went after Beth’s clitoris with three fingers.
"Mmmmmm," Beth groaned. That felt SOOOO good!
Lon got his share of gratitude from her moans vibrating his cock. "Yeah, Baby! Hum job!" There was something primal about standing with your cock in a woman’s mouth while she makes every effort to swallow the thing … Lon knew that some chicks couldn’t — or wouldn’t — do what Beth was doing — and they could FORGET hanging with HIM! Blowjobs were Heaven!
Rick buried a thumb in Beth’s vagina to use as a pivot point for the operation of his three fingers and Beth moaned in pleasure. Since he was working from behind her, she had worried initially that the condition of her ass might scare him off — but her sphincter HAD closed, sore and pulled out of shape or not, and the red spots were no big deal — except when she sat down. "Uuuummm, uuuuummmm, uuuummmm," she moaned as the rush of an orgasm enveloped her.
She dove on Lon’s cock like there was no tomorrow, throat working, and Lon grabbed her head to hold it to him as his nuts let go. "JEEEZUS! What a mouth!" He poured the first two shots down her throat directly before he remembered himself and backed off so she could have a taste. "Thanks, Baby! You’re the greatest!"
Beth swallowed and smiled up at him, "You’re welcome, Sweetie! Any time!" Turning to Rick, she cooed, "You’re so sweet! Come here and let me pay you back!" Smiling, she sucked in Rick’s rock-hard member.
Lon squatted behind her. "How did you do it?" he asked Rick.
"Put your thumb in her, then rub her clit with three fingers," Rick gasped, already powerfully distracted.
"Your ass is sure red," Lon observed.
"Spanking," Beth choked out, then "Mmmmmm," as Lon’s fingers went to work.
This was the up-side of their little deal, Rick reflected. 'Mom is acting weird, and Candace is being bossy, but Beth … Beth makes up for it. Beth is gonna be hard to replace… ' His thoughts drifted to that little bitch with the ring in her nose that gave him shit at the mall, 'Now if I could train HER… ' Wonderful as her mouth was, Beth wasn’t Rick’s type, physically. It wouldn’t stop him from fucking her, but there was no way he was going to get romantic about it like Mom and Toby…
Extraneous thought fell by the wayside as the pleasure built, dragged along by Beth’s incredible mouth work and her humming moans of pleasure around his buried cock. She knew just where to rub her tongue against the base, too… "AAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!" Knees jumping, Rick let go in the warm, wet bath of Beth’s mouth.
Rick staggered back, finished, but Beth remained squatting. "Just a little more, Sweetie, please?" she moaned, rocking a bit under Lon’s ministrations. "Yesss … Yesss … Oh, YESSS!!!!" she wailed as a second pop washed over her. "Oh, thank you, Sweetie! You boys are just the best!" She stood up and hugged the pair, then started dragging on her clothes. "I’m going to be late for work!" The boys watched, bemused, as she fought her way into her brassiere and made a run for the stairs while trying to drag on her blouse. "Thank you! Lon, please ask your mother when I can fuck again? And whenever it is, day or night…" Her voice drifted away up the stairs, but they got the point.
"Why can’t they all be like that?" Lon wondered aloud.
"No shit," Rick agreed.
It was a slow and thoughtful Beth that arrived only five minutes late for her shift that afternoon. She was noticeably less flamboyant than in recent days — something easily picked up on by those watching her closely. Louise watched her settle gingerly into a task chair and asked, "What’s wrong, Beth?"
Beth spent several seconds thinking about it before muttering, "Nothing."
Louise looked sympathetic. "Rough night?"
Another long pause ensued before Beth replied, "Very." After a moment’s thought, she added, "If Dr. Rankin is in a rush, maybe you’d better get yours first. I’m … not up to it…"
Louise chuckled. "Did the boys wear you out?"
"I wish," Beth replied. "Let’s not talk about that…"
"Come on," Louise coaxed. "Out with it! What happened?"
Reluctantly, Beth replied, "The girls were … unhappy … that I let that whole thing slip. Very unhappy," she added glumly.
"You look sore…" Louise offered.
"Yeah," Beth rubbed her ass, looking unhappy. "I’m cherry red back there, among other things."
"Somebody paddled your ass? Are you guys into BDSM or something?" Louise asked.
"STOP THAT!" Beth wailed. "Stop guessing things that can get me into trouble! When you do, it’s STILL my fault — and I end up paying for it!"
Oho! Louise eyed her friend and colleague narrowly. "How bad are things, Hon?"
"Bad," Beth replied. "Obviously, we can’t let the whole thing get talked about. Of course, they wouldn’t believe that you just guessed most of it, pulling things out of thin air. Now they’re worried that you might wander off and tell someone…"