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Pam's Shemale Experience Ch. 11

Content warning: one scene with a golden shower.

"Ah, what a way to start the day," Tanya sighed, letting her cock slip from Alex's pussy.

The shemale had just filled it with a load of cum, dribbles of that gift already leaking out.

Pam smiled from next to them, at the possessive yet affectionate way Tanya slapped her cock onto one of Alex's thighs and the bleary purr the young woman let out in response.

Tanya clambered off the bed, gesturing for Pam to follow her.

As they padded into the bathroom, the housewife bit her lip.

The shemale started the shower, and then stepped inside the stall.

The past four days had been wonderful even though Tanya had yet to fuck Pam, having decreed on Sunday that she would not do so until Wednesday but holding off on doing so then as well. Even without that cock opening her up, the housewife had been introduced to another way in which the shemale could claim dominion over her.

Pam stepped inside the stall and knelt.

The shemale turned around. A wide smile broke over her face at the sight of the housewife on her knees.

"Good girl."

That cock was half-hard after having fucked Alex, but still was formidable, aimed as it was at the housewife.

Oh god...

Pam's heart raced. A heat bloomed inside her.

A stream of colorless liquid burst out and smacked against her collarbone. She gasped but did not move.

"Yeah, that's a good girl," Tanya drawled.

The stream swung down to the left, and then over to the right, the shemale making sure to aim at those breasts. Pam shuddered, moaning as the stream hit one sensitive nipple and then the other. Once both mounds were well coated, it moved higher.

"Open your mouth," Tanya ordered sternly, but the housewife had done so already, knowing what was expected of her.

The stream teased along her neck, small splatters tickling her upper chest and shoulders.

And then a bitter slap hit Pam on the tongue.

The stream held still as she gurgled weakly, that distinct flavor burning on her tongue. Just like during the previous three times the shemale had exercised her ownership this way, a humiliation swept over Pam, but just like those times, it was heavily tinged with a perverse thrill. Her hand crept over her belly, seeking out her mound, but she managed to stop it, as if drawing some imaginary line between kneeling passively as the shemale urinated all over her and masturbating to such humiliation.

The amount of piss overfilled her mouth, spilling past her lips and running down her chin. The stream arced higher, dappling her face, and then swung back lower. Pam quivered as it made its way over her breasts again, and further down, stopping at her thighs, coating them as well in fresh urine, the runoff trickling onto the floor and joining the shower water on the way to and down the drain. The last few drops were shaken off over her thighs, the stream finally ended.

The shemale turned back to the shower, as always unaware or uncaring of the struggle inside the housewife, the battle between decency and perversion.

I shouldn't like it when she does this to me. I shouldn't like how it feels...

Her mind understood this was something beyond the acceptable.

Tanya had first expected and encouraged sexual slavishness. After the dynamic of submission and domination had been established, she had then introduced an expectation of general obedience in inviting Pam to be her slut, simple property owned and controlled by the shemale. It was easy enough to follow whatever command Tanya gave, as their sexual dynamic quite organically bled into their regular relationship.

And now the shemale had introduced a new way to submit, something more than sexual slavishness and general obedience. It was one thing to spread her legs without hesitation, and a similar thing to obey a non-sexual command equally as eagerly, but it felt like a different thing entirely to kneel there meekly as that warm spray washed over her. But aside from a surprised squeal the first time the shemale had done this to her, Pam had not offered any resistance, even as she tried to make herself aware of the indecency of letting this happen.

Where her mind was struggling with this new display of dominance, her body had accepted it readily, having no problem understanding that it was perfectly natural for Tanya to mark her in such a depraved way. When the warm spray washed over her, she felt revulsion, but underneath that legitimate response lurked a strong swell of arousal.

Monday had been the first time she had felt that fresh urine cascading over her, and even then, there had been pleasure, a sheer, raw, physical delight. Tuesday and Wednesday had brought much the same, but without the surprise and instinctive revulsion, the pleasure had been clearer, shudders running down her spine, a heat rising inside her, juices gathering on her mound. Today, her hand had moved to touch herself, but she had managed to stop it.

She knew that if she were to allow herself to masturbate, if she were to stoop so low as to indulge in the pleasure of her owner soaking her in piss, then she would enter into a new, and more perverse covenant, and the hold that the shemale had on her would grow ever tighter.

As if on cue, Tanya glanced back over her shoulder.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she said, gesturing for Pam to join her under the falling water.

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Voices chattered as the teachers filed from the conference room.

It was lunchtime. Plans were being made, Pam could tell, from the groups coming together. One of her conference friends broke off from one of those groups and was now approaching her.

"Do you want to get lunch?" Tanya murmured in her ear. "Or do you want me to fuck you?"

Pam looked over quickly, her neck cricking from the aggressively sudden movement, but then paused before answering.

The hesitation made the shemale chuckle.

"It's not a trick question."

"I want you to fuck me."

Tanya smiled.

"I guess we'll have to skip lunch then."

"Oh well."

"Hey Pam, hey Tanya!" her conference friend chirped. "Do you want to join us for lunch?"

"Uh, I'm not really feeling good, I think I might just go take a nap," Pam answered.

"Yeah, you look a little pale," Tanya commented, "why don't we get you upstairs?"

"Oh, no! Feel better, Pam! We'll be at Caesar's Salads if you end up wanting to join us."

"Thanks. Have a good lunch."

Tanya started towards the elevators, and Pam followed, trembling with excitement.

The trek upstairs took a painfully long time. Tanya was quiet but wore a smirk the entire way.

It's been too long...

The two had reunited on Sunday, able to touch each other for the first time since the summer. But since the shemale had punished her by not fucking her, Pam had not been able to feel that cock opening her up.

By the time they reached their room, her pussy was dripping wet.

"Shouldn't you guys be having lunch or something?" Alex asked them from the bed, where she was sitting cross-legged and watching television.

"I'm going to fuck Pam instead," Tanya told her matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, finally!" Alex exclaimed brightly.

"Take off your clothes," Tanya ordered Pam.

Without hesitation, she began to undress. Her long-sleeve tee shirt went first, and then her bra, revealing her small but perky breasts, the nipples already achingly hard. A predatory look crossed Tanya's face, making Pam shudder as she took off her jeans and kicked them to the side. She bit her lip, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down. Once that scrap of fabric was pooled around her feet, she was laid bare for her owner.

The shemale stepped closer, Pam sucking in a breath as those hands took hold of her waist. She was brought in for a kiss, that territorial tongue quickly shoving past her lips to tangle with its more submissive counterpart. A bulge in those jeans strained against her, so she pressed closer to it.

The kiss broke. Tanya moved down Pam's neck, nipping here and there. The hands at Pam's waist slid around to squeeze at her ass.

"You want my cock, huh?"

"Oh yes, I do, I want it so badly..."

"Get on the bed."

The housewife slipped from those arms, and eagerly clambered onto the bed. Alex was already naked as well.

"Alex," Tanya called over, "why don't you eat her pussy out for a little bit, get it ready for me?"

"It's already ready for you," Pam told her as Alex maneuvered her down onto her back.

"I know, babe, but I want it to be fucking drenched. I don't plan to go slow or take it easy."

Pam blushed at that thought.

In moments, the room was filled with her moans as Alex licked at her folds, drinking up the juices that had accumulated there. The young woman hummed with delight, gripping at the housewife's hips to keep her in place. The insistent slurps brought out more of those juices.

"Ooh, that feels so good," Pam purred.

Tanya stood next to the bed, watching the proceedings with a smile.

"I bet you can't wait to feel me open you up."

"I can't. I'll probably cum the second you're inside me."

Tanya chuckled, shaking her head in bemusement.

The enthusiastic attention that Alex was lavishing on Pam distracted her from the conversation, as her pleasure was rising too quickly.

"Slow down, please," she said, "I don't want to cum until she's inside me."

Alex pouted but gave no further complaint as she switched from frenetic licking to gentle kissing.

Movement drew Pam's gaze back to Tanya, who was now undressing. She stared intently as her owner revealed that glorious body bit by bit. Where Pam was slender and slim, and Alex was curvy and voluptuous, the shemale was muscled and fit, albeit with a definite femininity to her physique in her wide hips and generous breasts. But the ultimate counterpoint to that femininity was the cock that Tanya now freed. It bobbed in the air, long and thick, a slab of ebony meat that had conquered both Pam and Alex.

The sight added to the pleasure flowing through Pam's nerves. Alex had been insistent even with this calmer style of stimulation and was now letting her tongue tease into that tender channel. The intrusion made Pam shiver, that tongue a paltry herald for the shaft that would soon tear her open.

Her channel was inundated with streams of nectar. Pam glanced at the young woman, watching her rump wiggle mindlessly as she slurped up as much slickness as she could find.

"Alright Alex," Tanya finally cut in, "that's enough."

She drew back, licking her lips to collect any extra nectar there. Her eyes went to Tanya, now joining the two sluts on the bed. A coo spilled from her, and she scurried over to the shemale.

Before she could reach her, the shemale held up a hand.

"Go sit on the chair," came the command, along with a gesture to the desk chair.

Only offering a pout, Alex obeyed.

The shemale looked back at Pam.

"You want my cock?" Tanya asked her, a hand running up her thigh, even just that light touch making her tremble.

Pam nodded in response, but the shemale shook her head.

"Say it."

"I want your cock."

Tanya nodded. Her hand bypassed those soaked folds, instead brushing over that trim belly as it rose and fell to the rhythm of shallow breaths.

"Beg for it."

"Please, Tanya, give me your cock..."

That hand ran through the valley of Pam's cleavage, tickling the smooth flesh while avoiding the breasts.

"I need to feel you inside me, Tanya, I need to feel you opening me up..."

That hand slid over one breast, barely missing the nipple.

"Please, Tanya, your slut needs to be fucked..."

The more she begged, the more she felt herself craving that cock, craving closeness to her owner, something beyond just the contact of that hand.

The shemale moved closer, occupying the space between Pam's legs, but still not moving urgently.

"Please, I need your cock, your whore needs your cock, please, oh god..."

A light chuckle came from the shemale.

"I need you inside me, I need your cock to open me up..."

Her desperate pleading was met with more amusement.

"Please, give me that cock..."

Tanya took Pam by the hips, lifting her slightly, lining her slit up to that approaching shaft.

"Please, tear me open, make me take you, every inch of you, every inch..."

"Are you sure you can take me? You haven't had me in so long."

"Yes!" Pam cried, quivering with desire now, that cock so close, "I can take it! You know I can, you know I can take whatever you do to me!"

"Be careful," the shemale drawled, a dangerous light gleaming in her eyes, "there's plenty I haven't done to you yet."

"I can take whatever you do to me, I can take it, I can be a good whore, please, Tanya, give me your cock, please!"

At the edge of her field of vision, she could see Alex sitting on the desk chair, legs spread wide, fingers frigging into her pussy.

It occurred to Pam then that she was not displaying the patient obedience that she wanted to see from Alex. Instead, she was begging shamelessly, no patience to be found, even if her obedience was ever-present.

I can't be patient when that cock is so close...

Tanya shifted forward. Her length pressed against Pam's folds, the head nudging into the slit.

A bit of pressure, and it gave way, letting the first bit inside. Pam moaned, a shudder running along her. Her eyes flickered up to Tanya, who was staring at the point where their bodies were merging.

Those hands squeezed at her hips. Tanya looked up now, locking eyes with her.

And then the shemale thrust.

Half of that shaft speared into Pam. She cried out, her back arching sharply, the throbbing invader intent with its passage, opening her up suddenly.

"Tanya..."

Staring up adoringly at her owner, just managing to gasp out her name, Pam came. Her body was so needy that just that first thrust sparked ecstasy. All she could do was shudder and squeal. The juices of her womanhood flowed forth like a sticky river, dappling that magnificent beast. Even just sitting there, its power was impossible to ignore.

It's been too long...

Pam had expected that once they had reunited, Tanya would exert her usual sexual dominance. What she had not expected had been a different sort of dominance, one that slipped a psychological leash over her neck and controlled her in a way that was much more than just sexual. To hammer home how this dynamic was different than what they had enjoyed before, Tanya had decided to not fuck her, which meant that the last time she had felt that cock inside her had been the summer.

So, she was now unaccustomed to that formidable member, and thus had to adjust to it. Pam fought for breath, more shudders running over her, the ecstasy diminishing but the pleasure still abundant.

"You like how that cock feels?" Tanya asked her, smirking knowingly.

"Yes," Pam mewled, looking down to see how their bodies connected, appreciating not just cock meeting cunt but also her light skin complementing Tanya's darker shade.

"Well I like how this pussy feels wrapped around me. Have to break it in, but I do so love that part."

The only response from the housewife was a soft coo.

The hands at her hips tightened.

Tanya thrust again, and this time, yanked hard with that grip.

Every inch of that cock slammed right into Pam.

There was a brief silence in the room. She laid there, her mouth opening and closing but no discernable noise coming out. A spasm wracked her figure, heralding the imminent rapturous storm.

And then that storm arrived.

A shrill scream ripped from her throat. Tanya clapped a hand over Pam's mouth.

The housewife came, her cunt clenching, sending out a flood of cream. As she had gone so long without having Tanya inside her, and had been unceremoniously skewered by that thick shaft, it took her some time to adjust to the potent pleasure.

"As much as I love to hear you scream," Tanya murmured, "I don't want anyone to think you're being murdered."

Pam could barely understand those words. The orgasm breaking over her was strong and fierce, making it difficult for her to think of anything besides Tanya.

When she eventually came down from the orgasmic heights, that cock was still buried inside her, unmoving but not needing to move to delight her.

"Will you be able to keep it down?" Tanya asked her.

No...I would scream your name again and again. This whole hotel would know you.

Pam shook her head.

"That's a shame. You just need some time to adjust to me being inside you again."

Tanya began to fuck her, using short, quick strokes, the hand covering her mouth muffling the resultant shrieks.

Every other thrust seemed to spark an orgasm. Her cunt had been caught off guard by the shemale and was now forced to readjust after all the time the two women had spent apart.

Pam drifted off, lost in a sea of euphoria, taking the thrusts easier and easier.

The pace that Tanya set was intended to break in that tender channel. There was no agency required from the housewife; all she had to do was lay back and let the shemale work.

More orgasms arrived, one after the other in a steady procession. She cried out constantly into the makeshift gag.

"Yeah, this pussy's getting used to me," Tanya commented.

The thrusts paused for a few seconds, the shemale indulging in how that channel felt wrapped around her. That shaft throbbed there, creating pleasure even as it stayed still.

Tanya removed her hand from Pam's mouth.

"Oh god, Tanya, you feel so good inside me, so good..."

"I know, babe, I know," the shemale said, leaning down to kiss her.

Pam squirmed, their mouths sliding together. Her arms wrapped around Tanya, that proximity a joy and a comfort.

The two women made out for a few minutes. That thickness did not budge, letting Pam adjust fully to its presence. Her channel clutched at it, letting out more juices.

And then Tanya broke the kiss.

"Hand me her panties," she told Alex.

The young woman hurried to obey.

"Open your mouth," the shemale told Pam.

Her panties were shoved past her lips.

Tanya reached up to take hold of the headboard with both hands.

"Wrap your legs around me," came the next command.

Once Pam obeyed, that thickness moved, sliding back, her channel clutching to its retreat. Inch after inch left that welcoming warmth, the housewife whining at the departure, Tanya smirking at that despair.

And then she thrust deep. The rush of meat caught Pam off guard, her back arching hard as an orgasm broke over her. A warbling cry was blocked by her panties, but the ecstatic notes were obvious.

Tanya began to fuck Pam again, but instead of the short, quick strokes she had used to reintroduce herself to that cunt, she summoned all her strength to reach as deep as she could. The pace was slower, but the force behind each thrust more than made up for that. The head of that length drubbed insistently against Pam's core, making her yelp and squeal and whimper. She gazed up at her owner, loving the expression on that beautiful face. Those regal features blazed with an erotic fury, one reflected in the powerful thrusts, in how far inside her they reached, in how they pinned her to the mattress, in how those muscles worked steadily, in how a low growl would spill from the shemale every so often. Those growls marked the proceedings with a raw, animalistic lustfulness, as if this were less two women in the heat of passion and more an alpha claiming a mate.

Ecstasy ruled the housewife. She sucked at her panties, tasting her juices there. Her legs slipped from around Tanya's waist, and then fell away entirely. Neither woman cared, Pam lost in the swirling bliss, and Tanya too busy reaming out that tender channel. Those legs slumped to the mattress, and like the rest of the housewife, were left to quiver and twitch randomly.
That shaft pounded deep, stealing the air from her lungs. The bliss it provoked was relentless, blanketing her, overwhelming her, all the fiercer for how she had been deprived of it since Sunday, when Tanya had decreed that she would not be allowed to orgasm. She had grown accustomed to that deprivation, and now had to readjust to the amount of wondrous thrills that the shemale could provide.

"Your pussy really missed me," Tanya drawled. "It keeps creaming all over me."

Pam nodded weakly, only able to whimper through the makeshift gag of her panties.

The shemale chuckled, continuing to deliver powerful thrusts that made the bed knock against the wall. Underneath the couple, the sheets were mussed from their movements and damp with their bodily fluids.

Yet another climax wracked Pam. She bucked wildly, that movement not nearly enough to dislodge the shemale, who kept up the steady pace.

And then Tanya plucked those panties from her mouth and swooped down to kiss her.

The feel of those lips all over hers made her purr. That tongue pushed inside her mouth, swirling around there. Her own tongue battled with it briefly before giving in. Much like with the fucking she was enduring, all she could do was submit.

Even as the two women made out, the thrusts carried on with the same slow and strong combination. Pam laid back, gratified by the closeness to her owner and the fact that she was once again providing pleasure.

Those lips moved then down to her neck, where they locked around a mouthful of flesh. The possessiveness there added to the primal quality of this coupling, reminding Pam, like the growls the shemale still let out, of how an alpha might behave, in this case marking a mate in the heat of passion and thus leaving a symbol of ownership for the world to see.

That mouth moved again, sliding lower, down to her breasts. Although they were smaller than Alex's, Tanya was no less enthusiastic in roaming over their expanse. Pam arched her back to make them as vulnerable as she could. Her breath caught in her throat as that mouth teased by the edge of an areola, the sensitive nipple needing attention. Tanya purposefully avoided it, instead sliding around to the supple swell of the breast itself.

The sensations that the shemale continued to provide were pleasant, but Pam was aching for Tanya to treat her nipples to some attention. Her submissiveness, however, prevented her from begging for such deliverance, as she knew that Tanya would provide it only if she wanted to.

Luckily, Tanya was in such a mood.

That mouth closed around a nipple.

The sensitive bud had been crying out for attention, and now that it was given, it was Pam's turn to cry out. The next orgasm barreled into her already overwhelmed frame.

The shemale kept pounding away at that pussy. Her lips worked around the stiff nipple, funneling more raw sensations into the housewife. That cry transitioned into weak moans.

The pace picked up then, the spaced-out strokes growing more staccato in their rhythm, still retaining that strength, however. Tanya took her hands off the headboard, and let them run all over Pam, one clutching at a thigh, the other gripping her by the neck, one caressing at her cheek, the other sliding underneath her to grab at her ass.

That insistent mouth switched to the other nipple now, latching on and sucking, and again Pam cried out.

The pace picked up more, the thrusts hammering roughly, more cries coming from her as she squirmed and shuddered. One hand reached up and took hold of Tanya's shoulder, feeling the muscles there ripple, while her other hand wound into those black tresses, taking hold of them, not in the assertive way that her owner would sometimes gather a fistful of her hair, but rather in a desperate way, further anchoring herself to this wondrous specimen, needing more physical contact to better ride out this storm of ecstasy.

That mouth worked at her nipple. Not only were those lips sucking intently, but that tongue lashed at the sensitive bud.

Pam found herself thinking back to Sunday when Tanya had decreed that she would not fuck her for three days. When Pam had misinterpreted that to mean Tanya would fuck her on Wednesday, she had added one more day to that punishment. Although watching Tanya and Alex together was undeniably fantastic, it paled in comparison to getting fucked by the shemale, to having that magnificent shaft tear her open, to being brought to her full sluttish potential at these capable hands. And now, she felt blessed to be able to experience such delights again. Lustfulness was paramount in her mind, but gratefulness was next, gratefulness to Tanya for being fair and gracious. Any frustrations she had felt over the past several days, she had tried her absolute best to internalize, and not aim at the shemale.

She owns me. She can do whatever she wants to me, even if she doesn't want to do anything to me.

That mouth moved off her nipple now and traveled back up to her neck. She tilted her head. Teeth came out to play as Tanya nipped here and there.

And then those teeth caught her earlobe carefully in between them.

Pam sighed at the soft sensation, a marked counterpoint to the hard thrusts.

Those teeth slipped from her earlobe.

A breath tickled her ear, and then a simple question set off a whirlwind of need inside her.

"Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

"Then beg for it."

"Please, Tanya, cum inside me, please, I want to feel it, I need to feel it, cum inside me, oh god, it's been too long, I need your load inside me, inside my pussy, inside my womb, please, I need to be bred like the bitch in heat I am, Tanya, breed me, give me all that cum, I need it so bad, your slut needs it so bad, it's been too long, I need to feel it, I need to feel your cum inside me, oh god, oh god, please, Tanya, please cum inside me..."

"I love hearing you beg."

Pam groaned, that fat shaft throbbing stronger now.

"I didn't say stop."

"Please, Tanya, please cum inside me, I need to feel it so bad, it's been too long since I felt your cum inside me, I need it so fucking much, please, please, oh god, please give your slut your cum, please give me your load, every drop, every last drop, breed me, fill me, fill me with everything you have, please, please..."

The next thrust was the last, the shemale staying hilted inside that channel. Telltales pulsations ran along the length.

"Please!" Pam shrieked, "oh god please!"

The first blast sent her straight into another climax. Her cunt spasmed around the following blasts, the spray of seed roiling through her. The exultant cry that came out at the first blast was followed by silence as her voice died in her throat. It was a glorious warmth, her womb suffused with potency, a well-appreciated gift even if such a union was currently unable to spark life. Tanya stayed still, not moving an inch, their bodies fitting perfectly together in this intimate moment.

Once the dregs of that load had been unleashed, she slid out.

Intense ecstasy gave way to rich afterglow.

"Thank you," Pam cooed.

Tanya leaned over and planted a kiss on her belly.

"You're welcome."

The shemale left the bed then and padded over to the desk. Her approach made Alex perk up, but she just picked up her phone.

"Spread your legs," Tanya commanded, pointing her phone at the housewife, "let John see that creampie leaking out of your little box."

Pam could not help but moan at the thought of her husband watching.

Her legs opened, showcasing her slit and the river of spent semen oozing out from it.

"Tell him how much you love it when I cum inside you."

Another moan fell from her.

"I love it so much, John, so much, it feels so good when she cums inside me, her hot load always feel so good when it fills me up, oh god, so good, I love it, I love it so much..."

Her hand slid down to stroke across her slit, where more semen was burbling out. The phone was trained on her, recording every movement, the way her hips bucked, the way her lips fell open, the way her eyes fluttered.

"And look at this one," Tanya drawled, turning her phone to Alex.

"Hi John," the young woman giggled, blowing a kiss.

Tanya turned the phone to herself.

"Don't worry, I'm taking good care of your slutty wife and your slutty daughter."

Tanya blew her own kiss and then put the phone back on the desk.

"Come here," she told Alex, sauntering over to the bed and clambering on.

By the time she was next to Tanya, the shemale had already claimed Pam's mouth in a demanding kiss. The housewife rose onto her knees to press closer to her owner.

Tanya then turned to Alex and kissed her.

When the shemale broke that kiss, Pam swooped in on Alex.

It took no coercion to get the young woman down on top of her. Their tongues tangled, this battle much fairer than the one between Pam's and Tanya's.

Alex slid down then, kissing over Pam's breasts, giving one nipple a playful lick, making the older woman gasp. Her mouth glided over that trim belly and down towards that stretched slit.

That journey was interrupted by Tanya yanking at a fistful of Alex's hair, the young woman whining but otherwise not complaining.

"No," the shemale said. "Let her enjoy the creampie."

"Can I still make her cum?" Alex asked hopefully.

Tanya nodded and let go of the fistful of hair.

With an excited squeal, the young woman pounced on Pam again, kissing at her breasts and rubbing at her sex. The housewife giggled at that enthusiasm. At the foot of the bed, Tanya sat cross-legged, smirking at the spectacle.

The combination of stimulation took little time to push Pam into an orgasm. She clutched at Alex, that mouth sucking at her nipple, those fingers tracing over her slit.

Alex slid back up then, and kissed Pam, this time more from affection than lustfulness. Her fingers came into view, glazed with semen. She licked lewdly at each one.

"Naughty girl," the housewife teased, "you just wanted to taste her cum."

"No," Alex shot back, winking mischievously.

Pam giggled and pulled her closer. Their mouths met again.

This was a calmer pleasure, one that would not overwhelm either woman. They simply laid there, body pressing against body. Tanya stayed at the foot of the bed, watching her two sluts.

But eventually, she imposed her will upon the proceedings.

"Alright, Alex, get her ass ready for me."

Needing no instruction of her own, Pam turned over and gathered her hands and knees underneath herself.

I'll be able to adjust easier to Tanya in my ass. I've had a butt plug in there enough for that this week.

Even with that relative readiness, Alex was eager in her task, lapping breathlessly at that tender anus.

This isn't just a task for her, though. She's done this plenty of times and will do it plenty more.

Alex moaned, squeezing at those ass cheeks. That moan was matched by one from Pam. Her hips jumped back, searching for more stimulation.

Sure enough, the young woman obliged, shoving through the anus, swirling her tongue around. Pam groaned, that intrusion into her insides always a thrilling sensation.

Her fists grabbed at the bedsheets, her knees pressing into the mattress, her asshole twitching around the questing tongue. Alex was greatly enjoying herself, practically devouring that slice of Pam. An obscene slurping sound rang loud in the room.

"Mm, your tongue feels so good inside me," Pam murmured.

The only answer was more slurping.

Once again, after enough time, the shemale imposed her will.

"Alright, that's enough."

That tongue drew back. Pam peered over her shoulder to see the young woman glancing down as if to appraise her work.

"Back to the chair," came the next order.

Pam waited, head hung in submission, knowing that Tanya was likely enjoying the view of her presenting herself like a bitch in heat would to its mate.

And then hands grabbed at her ass cheeks, spreading them to better leave her anus vulnerable.

A warm hardness nudged against it.

An image surfaced in her imagination, of that thickness looming over her anus, the might of the former juxtaposed against the meekness of the latter, those ebony inches waiting to tear open that ring of flesh.

Pressure focused on it as the shemale summoned her strength.

Her body gave in, those first few inches entering her, that presence impossible to ignore. She mewled pitifully, her asshole clutching at the intrusion as it paused so that Tanya could indulge in the initial impalement.

The pressure focused again, and more inches slid into her. Thanks to the butt plug Tanya had ordered her to wear several times over the past few days, there was little resistance stopping the shemale from filling her completely. Pam mewled again, her hands and knees trembling from the sensations, that weighty slab squishing against her innards, such a strange delight, one that she not so long ago would have refused.

"There we go," the shemale sighed, cramming the last inches into those bowels, her hands sliding from those ass cheeks to those slim hips and taking hold of them.

Tanya stayed still, again indulging in her victory over that tender asshole.

And then she began to move.

The pace started out with gentle movements, those hips working to stretch out that anus.

"That's it, babe, that's it," Tanya drawled. "Take every inch, just like that, good girl."

That rod of meat ground against her insides. It was not as rough as it could be, but she knew that this was a period of adjustment granted by her owner before the fun would truly start. Once Tanya deemed her ready, a storm of debauchery would be unleashed, and Pam would be fucked like the lustful slut she was.

For now, however, both women were content with the proceedings.

Not that it matters if I am...

She peeked back and saw Tanya, a picture of regal beauty, head tossed back, raven-black hair flowing over her shoulders, stopping just short of her breasts, those luscious mounds jiggling lightly from the mellow pace.

Although it was not involved in the action, Pam's pussy was soaked. She hung her head again, waiting for that storm of debauchery to start.

At first, the thrusts were slow and steady. The shemale gripped at the housewife's hips, keeping her in place that way. It was a smooth passage, as her asshole was now shaped to that cock, able to act as the perfect sheath.

"That's it, take it all. That's a good girl."

Pam groaned, her belly clenching around the intrusion.

Over the next few minutes, the thrusts built in speed and force. The uptick was gradual, no bursts of savagery but a rising rhythm, the shemale grunting as she fucked the housewife harder and harder, her balls slapping loudly now against that fluid-slicked taint.

By the end of those few minutes, Tanya was hammering into that stretched-out anus. Pam took the onslaught with her usual submissiveness, squealing and trembling, sweat beading on her brow.

But a few moments later, her legs failed her, giving out against that onslaught.

Her arms followed, pitching her down onto her belly.

The shemale was unwilling to let her dictate the position, however.

A hand twined into her hair and yanked back, drawing a yelp from her.

"Hands and knees," came a low growl, "right fucking now."

A second yank made her yelp again. Her obedience was immediate; thankfully, the shemale stopped thrusting to help her obey.

Tanya returned to the rough pace as soon as Pam was back on all fours. Her hand kept a grip on the housewife's hair, sometimes yanking back, asserting her dominance in such a disrespectful manner.

The savagery helped Pam reach a climax quickly. She joyfully took the abuse, calling out her owner's name as the waves of euphoria crashed over her. Wild spasms came after them, but she gathered her willpower to make sure that she stayed on her hands and knees.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling. The slap of skin on skin was the loudest, but there were also the growls from the shemale, and the harmonious moans from Pam and Alex. Every so often, Tanya would snarl some comment, or Pam would yelp at one of the tugs at her hair, or Alex would sigh at another climax, and that sound would reign supreme for a few moments.

Tanya stopped then, with every inch of her length buried inside those bowels but those inches unmoving. The cessation did not register immediately with Pam, but once it did, she mewled pitifully and peeked back.

The shameless display of desire made the shemale chuckle. She hauled Pam back into her arms. A strong embrace encircled the housewife, who nuzzled back into it. A hot mouth landed on her shoulder, sucking idly. As Tanya kept her close, those powerful hips returned to the previous gentler pace.

That mouth moved, leaving light pecks along Pam's neck until it reached her mouth.

The two women kissed.

Receiving this affection warmed her heart. It did not matter that moments ago, Tanya had been hammering at her asshole, and would do so again soon. She greatly enjoyed when the shemale would ride her like a cheap whore, but also when she would hold her close. It was the best of both worlds, rough subjugation and sweet intimacy.

Even the filthiest of sluts need both.

Their kiss continued, soft and tender.

A hand caressed along her breast then, circling the nipple. A shudder ran over her. One of the fingers traced along the edge of the areola. A muffled purr spilled from her, her nipples aching for attention now. The pleasure held steady but was still high enough along the climb towards ecstasy to make more shudders creep over her.

When the teasing finger rubbed at her nipple, the pleasure spiked. Tanya broke the kiss to hear the squeals that followed.

The attention paid to that nipple varied, Tanya sometimes rubbing along it, other times rolling it between two fingers, occasionally palming the breast so that the sensitive bud was pressed against her flesh. Whatever she did was delightful for Pam, who just slumped back into that embrace.

It took little time for an orgasm to wash over her.

Once that orgasm ran its course, Tanya nudged her back onto all fours. She fell forward, catching herself on her hands and knees, and glanced back over her shoulder, biting her lip at the sight of the shemale raking a heated gaze over her tensing back and small ass cheeks. That thickness had slipped back during her movement, but more than half of it was still lodged inside her.

Until it left her entirely a few moments later.

A whimper came unbidden from Pam, but it turned into a purr when she felt hands on her ass.

Those hands turned her over, grabbed her calves, and pushed them back, tilting her lower body so that her cunt and asshole were vulnerable.

One thrust, and the latter hole was impaled by every inch of that cock.

Pam grunted, the air rudely forced from her lungs by the impact of the intrusion. The grunt was followed by a cry as she felt her insides squishing around the slab of flesh, the sensation delayed due to the surprise of such an unceremonious skewering.

The shemale drew back, that slab slithering through those insides. Amusement twinkled in her eyes at that cry.

After Tanya had introduced Pam to the joys of anal sex the previous year, the older woman had added it to her lovemaking with John. Her husband, although not nearly as willing as the shemale to debase Pam, was nevertheless always eager to fuck her ass. So, anal sex was now a common occurrence for her.

But it's different with Tanya...

John could be provoked and coaxed into unleashing a furious lust upon Pam.
The shemale, however, needed no such provocation. For her, this was the way it was. She was the dominant figure, while Pam was a slut to be fucked and used and degraded. Such was the natural state of their relationship.

Since Pam had gone a long time without being mercilessly sodomized by her owner, it had taken her a little while to adjust to the vicious rhythm that Tanya had started up earlier.

But after that little while, her body had remembered just how much it loved weathering the abuse the shemale could give, and now, her asshole took each thrust easily, stretched out and offering no resistance. The awkward sensation that came with having her guts churned gave way to a lovely ache. She wriggled and writhed, grunting every time that cock slammed to the base, streams of juices flowing from her slit and trickling down to stain her belly.

Tanya rutted into that asshole, her hands gripping tightly to those slender calves. Sweat cropped up on her from the exertion, but she did not let up.

An orgasm came soon for the housewife. She was unable to put her affection and appreciation for Tanya into words, only producing gasps and groans.

Once the ecstasy ended, the shemale let go of her calves.

"Hold them," came the command.

For a few minutes, Tanya just fucked her, those assertive hands having taken hold of her hips. Another orgasm soon washed over her.

And then those hands moved, headed straight for specific destinations.

Two fingers from one hand slid through her slit to tickle at the channel beyond, while one finger from the other hand alighted on her clit.

I was wondering how long it would take her to do this.

Last year, during that fateful night spent with the shemale, Pam had discovered that when enough pleasure was forced into her, she was able to squirt, to let loose great gouts of her cream. Ever since then, Tanya had enjoyed triggering that reaction, as had John, although as with everything else sexual, he was hesitant to push her too far. Both enjoyed seeing Pam so undone, her body spasming while her cunt erupted with bursts of nectar.

The familiar ache arose in Pam's core. She whimpered, wanting to take the stimulation, to be a good slut, to squirt for Tanya's entertainment.

That cock pounded into her bowels. Those fingers did not let up, the two inside her dappled by abundant juices as they shoved deeper, the one at her clit rubbing in insistent circles.

The ache built. All she could do was squirm, her belly clenching, that shaft rearranging her insides.

"Come on, whore," the shemale spat, "do it, squirt all over yourself, I want to see you covered in your own cream, come on, do it..."

Pam mewled pitifully, her face screwed up in an expression of agony and adoration.

"Come on, do it, do it, squirt all over yourself, do it you fucking slut, come on!"

The ache built higher, and higher, and higher, until Pam could feel her body spasming, reacting to such brutal pleasure.

"Do it, you little whore, do it!"

Another mewl followed that exclamation.

And then Tanya yanked her fingers from that cunt.

The sudden emptiness hit Pam like a physical blow, and then the ache, which had been coiling inside her like a swirling storm, exploded out.

The shemale, right before that explosion, pushed on her calves, forcing her lower half further back, arranging her so that her slit was pointed directly at her face.

A raw scream tore from Pam's throat, and then a nasty squelching sound followed it as her cunt sent out thick bursts of nectar. The splatters landed right on her face, one after the other, turning it into a shiny, sticky mess. She jerked and bucked, momentarily ignorant of that development. The rapturous bliss washed over her, replacing that ache with a soothing tingle, her jerking and bucking calming until she was shuddering weakly, her tongue peeking out to run over her cream-coated lips.

Tanya let her come down from those orgasmic heights. That cock was still buried inside her.

"Good girl," the shemale purred, caressing at her forehead.

She leaned into that contact, cooing softly.

There was a brief respite allowed, and then the shemale began to thrust again.

Those fingers went back to their previous posts, the two shoving through her slit and the one rubbing at her clit. The ache built quickly.

Pam writhed helplessly.

A consequence of the deprivation Tanya had punished her with earlier in the week was now making itself known. Pleasure had been withheld, and now that it was so ruthlessly given, the poor housewife was overwhelmed, already sore and tired from how she had been pushed to the point of squirting. As the ache built, it throbbed harder, making her belly clench tighter.

Nevertheless, she did not complain or struggle, besides mindless whines and restless squirming. There was a worry in the back of her mind, in that part of her that managed to stay rational, that the shemale would end up fucking her into unconsciousness. This worry was borne not out of fear for her own physical well-being, but rather for the subsequent inability to entertain Tanya with more squirting.

The ache built higher as those fingers worked steadily.

Once again, Tanya waited until just before the point of orgasm, and then yanked them from that cunt.

Another scream rang out in the room, followed by a loud gushing sound as spurts erupted from Pam. She was barely cognizant of the shemale pushing her lower half further back again, only aware of the fierce bliss roiling through her.

This time, the ecstasy lasted a bit longer, but the squirts were not as plentiful. Her face was still coated in her own cream, however, thanks to receiving the bulk of the payload both times.

Tanya chuckled, watching as she panted weakly, recovering now from the fierce bliss. That cock was still lodged in her bowels; those fingers hovered nearby, ready to take up their posts again.

The second bout of squirting had taken a greater toll on Pam. She laid there, the primal part of her mind wanting nothing more than to sink into the mattress and drift into a satisfied unconsciousness.

But her natural submissiveness won out, augmented as it was by the deference to Tanya that had been instilled in her, as well as by a trust in her owner that the shemale knew the limits of what she could take. So, she ignored the ache along her frame.

"One more time," Tanya murmured.

The thrusts resumed.

A few moments later, those fingers returned to their posts.

The ache built quicker this time. The two fingers curled inside her, while the finger at her clit rubbed and tapped there.

The shemale was putting her full effort into this domination. Her flesh gleamed with sweat, trickles sliding down between her breasts, the sight making the housewife lick her lips. There was an easy coordination in the way her cock and her fingers moved, no awkwardness or uncertainty in the smooth yet vicious rhythm. Where Pam was trembling and gasping from the encroaching exhaustion, Tanya was calling on an unflagging determination, the sweat across her figure the only sign of any strain.

"One more time," she repeated, "then you can rest."

Pam nodded weakly.

The ache in her core was swelling steadily. The sensations battered her, an unforgiving cascade of pleasure, a wondrous onslaught of delight. That cock pulped her innards, driving down repeatedly through her distended anus. The fingers worked, the two in her cunt dredging up more juices as they curled and crooked, the one at her clit rubbing a bit harder now.

A droplet of sweat fell from the shemale and landed on Pam, the splash of liquid making her moan. She wanted to lick up the other droplets collecting on that figure, and in doing so show off her adoration in such a way that would also show off her whorishness.

But her desires as always were second to Tanya's, so she was content in lying there, subject to a severe storm of sensations, the shemale sending her towards another bout of agonizing ecstasy.

The ache built higher, heading towards its breaking point. Pam felt her body twitching and flexing instinctively.

And then those two fingers were yanked from her cunt.

Their sudden withdrawal once again triggered an intense ecstasy. A third scream erupted from her, shrill and hoarse, almost painful in its sharpness. The spurts burst out from her, lesser in quantity and volume this time, but still viscous enough to leave her face even more of a sticky mess. The shemale had put pressure on her lower body again to make sure the spurts hit there. This time, partway through the lewd drenching, that pressure eased just enough so that the squirting rain landed on her breasts as well, leaving the pale mounds streaked with a glistening wetness. She jerked and bucked, mewling at the excruciating ecstasy.

It was over quickly, but she was still squirming and mewling even after the euphoric storm ceased. The toll that the three bouts of squirting had taken on her were evident in how weak she felt, in how she winced even as she squirmed, in how heavy her eyelids felt as they drooped low. Stickiness ruled all over her face and breasts, the coating of her own cream gooey and slick.

Tanya helped her unwind from the awkward position, several cricks blooming over her back and shoulders. The soft embrace of the mattress beckoned, so Pam sunk back into it, sighing from the afterglow creeping over her. She closed her eyes, feeling exhaustion follow the afterglow. A hand ran through her hair.

"Such a good little whore."

Pam opened her eyes and smiled.

Matching that smile, Tanya leaned down and licked at her cheek, collecting a mouthful of the cream that clung to it.

"Mmm...delicious."

Pam cooed mindlessly, and then strong arms wrapped around her.

Her eyelids drooped lower, and then closed.

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Pam woke up.

The post-nap haze took a few moments to lift. The stickiness across her face and breasts, and the lingering soreness at her back and shoulders, helped clarity come.

A warmth pressed against her from behind. The size of that warmth made it evident that it was Alex there.

A glance over to the bedside clock made Pam frown.

Wow, I slept through the rest of today's events. I guess Tanya will have to fill me in.

She turned carefully, and saw that Alex was asleep.

Her eyes raked down the young woman's front, those breasts rising and falling gently, her womanhood hidden from view by one thick thigh.

The thought of that treasure made Pam bite her lip. She moved that thigh to the side to get a good look at it. The young woman sighed in her sleep and shifted slightly. Smiling at that restlessness, the housewife arranged herself in a comfortable position from which to savor that treasure.

The taste of that slit was familiar to her. She set about enjoying those delectable flavors.

Low groans started, but Alex did not wake.

It was not until Pam delved through that slit that she opened her eyes. A dreamy smile crept over her lips.

"Looks like you had a nice nap," she murmured.

Pam nodded, her tongue burrowing deeper.

Soft purrs spilled from the young woman. Her hand reached down to the housewife's forehead, a few fingers dragging through the stickiness there, collecting some of it in the process. With a saucy giggle, she brought those fingers to her mouth and sucked at them.

"Mm, you looked so hot when you were squirting all over yourself..."

As Pam worked her tongue, Alex collected more of that clinging cream.

"I've seen you squirt before, but never like that. Tanya was treating you like such a dirty slut..."

That's because I am a dirty slut...her dirty slut.

The thought of the shemale made both women squirm.

"Mm, don't stop, ooh yes, right there, don't stop..."

Alex abandoned the harvest of clinging cream to writhe on the bed. The restless jiggling of those curves never failed to entice Pam, who worked her tongue harder just to see those breasts bounce more.

That effort resulted in copious juices for Pam to gulp down.

"Ooh yes, right there, right fucking there, mm, you're so good with that tongue..."

That crown of tousled hair shook as Alex tossed her head back, a long, lurid moan coming out after that praise. The shudders running over her grew wilder, her hips bucking, forcing Pam to hold them down. More juices came forth, so she slurped up as much as she could.

Thanks to that talented tongue and its steady pace, Alex reached orgasm quickly.

As the ecstasy ebbed, and then transitioned into a satisfying afterglow, Pam slipped her tongue out from that slit, and kissed over the thigh next to it.

After a few moments, she began to make her way up that voluptuousness. The place where she spent the most time was that bountiful bust, peppering it with playful pecks. Alex giggled, hands caressing all over Pam. Those playful pecks eventually left the abundant swath and continued up until the two women were face to face. Their mouths met, bodies aligning, skin on skin.

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When Tanya came back, her two sluts were lounging on the bed, watching television.

"How was your nap, Pam?"

"It was great. I needed the rest."

"And how was yours, Alex?"

"Good. I didn't need the rest, I just wanted to keep Pam company."

Tanya chuckled, sauntering over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

"So," Pam began, "did anybody ask about me?"

"Of course. Everyone was worried. I told them you were sleeping off an upset stomach."

She nodded.

"Are you hungry? You never had lunch."

"Alex got me a few snacks from a vending machine after I woke up. But I could definitely do dinner. After a shower. I feel sticky."

"I wonder why. Go take your shower, and I'll keep Alex company in the meantime."

A crooked finger beckoned the young woman over.

Tanya took charge as always, gathering a fistful of Alex's hair with one hand and using that grip to pull her head back. The other hand kneaded at an ample breast while she began to kiss along that exposed neck, drawing sultry purrs from the young slut.

And then she looked over at the housewife.

"Go take your shower," she said, in slightly warning tone.

"Of course," Pam murmured, sliding off the bed and padding over to the bathroom.

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I don't get it...which one is the bad guy?

Pam tilted her head in confusion, and then movement to her right drew her eye.

After dinner at Greg's Greens 'N Grains, the trio had headed to a nearby movie theater. Tanya had chosen the film, a political thriller with too many twists and turns for Pam to follow.

The movement that had drawn her eye was Alex placing a hand on Tanya's thigh and sliding it up. She was now unzipping those tight jeans. Her face was bright with excitement as she snuck her hand through the fly, finding and freeing that thickness. Tanya sat back, watching the movie as if Alex were not now working her hand up and down.

Part of the effect that Tanya had on Pam since their dalliance last year had been a drive to realize certain long-held fantasies as well as newer fantasies. One of those long-held fantasies had been to give her husband a blow job in a movie theater. For years, she had been too timid to make it reality, but after having had her inner slut coaxed out, that timidity had given way to a shameless courage.

So, on an otherwise normal dinner-and-a-movie date, while they had been sitting in the last row of a sparsely populated theater, caution had been thrown to the wind. Sucking her husband's cock in the dark, with fellow moviegoers none the wiser, had been an incredible experience. John had enjoyed it greatly as well, the usual delights of a blow job combining with the illicit thrill to provoke a powerful orgasm. Since then, they had undertaken the risky venture several more times, and thankfully had yet to be caught.

Pam squirmed in her seat, enticed by the prospect before her. To their credit, both of her lovers kept their cool, their eyes aimed towards the screen. But that thickness was now at its full size, and Alex was wide-eyed and breathless, her hand working with an increasing effort.

Biting her lip, the housewife put aside her Twizzlers™ and slid from her seat. The floor was slightly sticky, but that awkwardness barely made a dent in her enthusiasm. A few seconds later, she had company on the floor, as Alex joined her.

That cock jutted into the air, the ebony rod straining. Pam leaned forward and took the broad head into her mouth, while Alex ducked down to leave light kisses along the first few inches.

Worshipping this formidable beast was already wonderful, but with Alex by her side, it was even more so. Such teamwork also made the thrill of this dangerous act spike. Tanya slouched in her seat to give them better access.

Pam slurped at the head of the length. Her lips wrapped snugly around it, while her tongue swirled atop it. The lack of space made it such that Alex would sometimes bump against her, but it was a very minor inconvenience.

A splash of pre-cum landed on her tongue. The muskiness was delicious, so she let the head slip from her mouth, and when Alex glanced inquisitively over, gestured for the young woman to switch with her. The answer to that offer was an eager coo, and quickly, their positions were reversed. Pam looked up at the shemale, who was still watching the movie as if two lustful women were not treating her to their oral talents. The lack of attention was paradoxically enticing, as it reminded the housewife that she was a slut, just a piece of meat that Tanya owned, useful only for pleasure. That reminder made her thighs rub together in arousal.

Her lips found that shaft, and like Alex's, left kisses over the first few inches. Alex, meanwhile, was sucking at the head, quietly enough to not alert the rest of the audience but loud enough for Pam to hear.

The film was now the background to this double blow job, with the other moviegoers none the wiser. Besides the throbbing of her cock, Tanya gave no sign of being affected, her eyes never leaving the screen, the inattentiveness such that she kept snacking on her Sno-Caps™. That inattentiveness did not stop either woman from displaying their whorishness.

They switched again, Pam now sucking at the tip of that member, Alex kissing at the rest of it.

The noise of the movie provided aural cover for them, so they could make subtle sounds, like light coos and soft slurps. Occasionally, Tanya would let out a satisfied sigh, but besides that, she calmly watched the movie.

Alex nuzzled against Pam, running her tongue up that shaft now. When she reached where the housewife's lips were, she kissed at her cheek. Pam let that head slip from her mouth, expecting another kiss, but instead Alex smirked and planted one just underneath that head. Needy hands pulled Pam closer, so she planted her own kiss opposite Alex's. Their tongues snuck out to wriggle together on the hard flesh, the two sluts making out with that cock in between them.

The obscene kiss carried on. Alex's hand slowly made its way up the length, that duskiness gleaming with a mixture of saliva and the pre-cum that was left to flow freely with neither woman at the head.

But eventually, the kiss ended as Alex slid back down, lapping and licking as she went. Pam went back to her previous post, finding an increased muskiness from the amount of pre-cum that had been seeping out.

Alex pressed tighter against her.

"This is so hot," the young woman whispered. "We're just like Tanya's little sluts."
Pam came off that head.

"Not like Tanya's little sluts," she corrected gently, "we are Tanya's little sluts."

Alex's natural exuberance briefly gave way to solemnity, and she nodded.

"Let's switch again," the housewife suggested.

They carried on with their endeavor, switching places every so often, sometimes interrupting the process by again making out with that shaft in between their lips. Pam shuddered from the thrills, her juices drenching her panties. While switching places with Alex, her eyes would sometimes drift to the rest of the audience. No one noticed the scandalous depravity taking place in the last row. The idea that someone might look back and see Alex and her serving Tanya was undeniably exciting.

When an assertive hand gathered a fistful of her hair, she knew what it meant. Her lips were wrapped around the head, so she stayed there. Alex was busy kissing at the first few inches. The movement of that hand made her glance over, and she sidled up next to Pam.

The housewife could not help but moan when the flood of spunk splattered all over her tongue. The first spurt, she swallowed, but the rest, she made sure to keep in her mouth, which filled quickly as the deluge continued, the flavor of potency ruling over her taste buds, that piquant zing a delectable treasure. She looked up at Tanya, who besides a low growl and a slight upwards jut of her hips, gave off no sign of a climax.

The flood of spunk ended, leaving Pam with a full mouth, her cheeks bulging slightly.

Only then did Tanya deign to acknowledge her sluts, smiling slyly at them.

The housewife turned to Alex and rose off her knees, just enough to get above the young woman, who, understanding the intent, craned her neck and opened her mouth wide.

Creamy gobs of spunk landed on her tongue, a lewd purr coming out of her at the transfer of fluids. Under Tanya's approving gaze, she swished that load around to let it slosh over her teeth and gums.

And then she put herself into position to send it back.

The two sluts traded the gooey load twice more, all the while Tanya chuckling at their whorishness.

Once that fourth trade was completed, Pam leaned forward and kissed Alex, opening her lips to pass the load over a different way. This time, they shared it, swirling it between them before divvying it up.

After they swallowed their portions, they made out for a little while longer.

When Pam finally returned to her seat, she leaned over to Tanya.

"I've been a bit distracted. Which one is the bad guy?"

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Tanya glanced over from her laptop to the two women.

After the movie, the trio had returned to their hotel room. Instead of immediate debauchery, the shemale had sat down at the desk to check her email. The disappointment that had inspired had not lasted long for either woman, as they had clambered onto the bed and turned on the television, happy to simply enjoy each other's company.

The shemale's glance drew Pam's attention.

"Why don't we play a game?" Tanya suggested.

"Ooh, I love games!" Alex cooed. "What should we play?"

A mischievous smirk bloomed on Tanya's face.

"You two try to make each other cum. Whoever makes the other cum first, wins."

"What does the winner get?" Alex asked excitedly.

"A prize."

"And what about the loser?"

"A punishment."

Pam nodded, not needing the details.

"Okay!" Alex sang.

And then she pounced on Pam, driving the older woman down onto the bed.

It took a few seconds for the action to register. By then Alex had shoved a hand into Pam's jeans, the other yanking up her shirt. Caught off guard, and now at a disadvantage, Pam just laid back, facing a minor dilemma in her mind.

Do I really want to fight this out? I could just let her make me cum. Although I don't know what my punishment would be...

"Come on, babe," Tanya called, "you're just going to lie back and take this?"

Pam glanced over to her.

"I was hoping I'd see a show, but just because she's your honorary daughter you'll let her win?"

The slight, and playful, disappointment in that question made up her mind for her.

If she wants to see a show, I'll do my best to put one on for her.

She rolled over, taking Alex by surprise, ending up on top. One hand shoved down the young woman's jeans, the other squeezing those heavy breasts, a third attack landing hard kisses on that exposed throat. Alex groaned, struggling instinctively, legs kicking wildly. That effort almost unseated Pam, but she used her body weight to counteract it. Her hand darted into Alex's panties, caressing along the slit waiting there. The advantage that she won was somewhat undercut by the fact that Alex's hands were still teasing at her erogenous zones, and were thus summoning pleasure, the first telltale shudders running down her spine.

In that moment of weakness, Alex made her own attempt, using her own more substantial body weight to succeed in her goal of reclaiming the upper hand. Again, it took a few seconds for the change in position to register, which provided an opportunity for Alex. The young woman took full advantage, and all too quickly, Pam found herself in a difficult situation. Her hand had been forcibly removed from Alex's panties, and her shirt had been yanked up, her arms going with it until they were trapped in the short sleeves. As she struggled to take the shirt off, the young woman pressed the issue, flipping her over and unfastening her bra. Just as Pam managed to get the shirt off, she was flipped back over, and Alex tugged off her bra, revealing her breasts.

The action paused as Pam weighed her options and Alex grinned victoriously.

And then Pam tried to roll over again. Alex not only kept her down, but also leaned over to suck at a nipple. Her hand then alighted on the other nipple, rubbing along the nub. A spark of pleasure burned through Pam's nerves. Thankfully, Alex had taken her hand from Pam's panties earlier in order to press the issue, which meant that there was only one source of stimulation to worry about.

Out of the corners of her eyes, Pam could see Tanya watching.

"Is that all you got, Pam?"

The question galvanized her.

Her legs shot up and wrapped around Alex's waist. With a swing of her hips, she added more force to her sideways roll, aiming to just escape instead of getting back on top. The maneuver surprised Alex, giving Pam time to scramble away.

They stared each other down.

And then Tanya leaned forward and tossed her belt onto the bed.

They dove for it at the same time. Pam got to it first.

But she was smothered by Alex, the young woman outweighing her and thus able to keep her down on her belly, the belt thus useless. One hand delved into her jeans, while the other slid underneath her to her breasts. She writhed desperately, but Alex countered that writhing with her body weight plus whatever strength she could summon.

The hands drove her pleasure up. She tried her best to stave it off so that she could focus on this struggle.

The duo was right next to the edge of the bed. Their fight had pushed the comforter and blanket partway off, covering some of the floor with a soft cushioning.

Pam launched herself forward over the edge.

Her attempt was a success, because once again, Alex had been taken by surprise.

Both women swung down onto the floor, the comforter and blanket offering some protection against the impact. Pam, as the architect of the brazen act, recovered first, and sprang atop Alex, belt at the ready. The young woman tried to rise, but Pam grabbed her hand and yanked it back to begin the process of incapacitation.

"Owww!" Alex squealed, jerking slightly.

Pam drew back.

"Are you okay?" she asked hurriedly. "Did I hurt you?"

Alex lunged away and came back up in a defensive stance.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she chirped, sticking her tongue out at Pam.

"Cheater!" the housewife shot back playfully.

Alex stuck her tongue out again.

"It's not my fault you care about me."

Pam rolled her eyes.

Both women moved at the same time. The belt was still in Pam's hands, so Alex weaved away at the last second, avoiding the strip of leather. The housewife dove after her but was lightly body-slammed as Alex stopped short and threw herself towards the attack. The impact, and the subsequent impact of hitting the floor, stunned Pam, which gave the young woman enough time to scramble atop her.

Those hands again went for her sensitive spots.

Thinking quickly, she snatched up the comforter, which had fallen completely off the bed, and threw it over herself and Alex. The heavy fabric dislodged the young woman just enough for the housewife to wriggle away. The comforter, however, kept them close, only inches apart.

Once again, they made their moves at the same time.

The housewife had one hand down Alex's jeans, while the other squeezed at her breasts. The young woman had one hand down Pam's jeans, while the other stroked at her nipples. Where the latter had the advantage was that Pam's shirt and bra were off, which meant that her breasts were bare. Alex was still dressed, albeit messily so from the physical exertion, so the sensations the housewife gave her came through clothes.

Caught up in the comforter, and with their strategies in place, they fought it out.

I guess this is how it'll be. Whoever cums first loses.

They were focused on giving each other pleasure. No moves were made to establish a better position.

Pam made sure to be a bit rough with Alex, knowing that she not only could take it but also enjoyed it. Her hands squeezed at those breasts, the abundant flesh at her mercy, while three fingers shoved into that slit, fucking the tender channel.

Pleasure abounded for her as well. Her nipples weathered teasing swipes, insistent rubs, and cruel pinches, the approach varying. The fingers inside her moved just as swiftly as hers did.

Alex leaned down then and took a nipple in between her lips. The sharp sensation made Pam buck. That mindless struggle failed to shake Alex, as she stayed latched there, sucking aggressively.

As the pleasure rose, the desire to fight off the young woman dipped. Pam still tried to give as good as she was getting, but the momentum had shifted.

And not in my direction...

The women were evenly matched between their legs, both getting fingerfucked by an insistent trio of digits.

Where the advantage fell to Alex's was at their breasts, for although hers were larger in all determinations, Pam's were more sensitive, and even more so at the nipples.

This isn't looking too good for me...

More attempts to shake off Alex failed. The young woman sucked at that nipple, and now brought more pleasure back into the equation by resuming the steady stimulation at the other. The combination forced a cry from Pam, her determination ebbing even lower as the pleasure rose even higher.

She tried to remember what she had done to ward off orgasm earlier in the week, when Tanya had been testing her ability to do so.

But in the heat of the moment, her mind went blank, concerned only with the pleasure Alex was giving her.

The young woman did not budge an inch, ruthless in her mission to win this game. Nevertheless, the increasingly wild shudders that ran over her showed that there was a chance for a come-from-behind victory if Pam could succeed in holding back the oncoming orgasm.

But that orgasm was approaching swiftly.

The housewife tried to fight back against the building pleasure, her muscles flexing from the effort, her teeth gritting, her eyes shutting. Her hands worked on their own as the rest of her focused on depriving Alex of victory.

Unfortunately, the young woman did not let up at those nipples. Her own pleasure was building, but that did not distract her.

Even when the ecstasy arrived, defeating Pam's attempt to stave it off, she kept her hands going, thrusting through that drenched slit and squeezing at those glorious mounds. Her exultant cry rang loud in the room, followed by an amused chuckle from the shemale. The ecstasy sent quivers down her spine, more juices flowing from her cunt to bathe the fingers squelching through the flood.

Both women stopped after a few moments, Alex's victory secure. The housewife sighed, partly from the lingering ecstasy and partly from the disappointment that accompanied it.

I just hope Tanya enjoyed the show.

"Not bad," the shemale purred, sauntering over.

Alex turned expectantly to her.

"What do I win?"

"Take off your clothes," Tanya said.

Alex squealed excitedly.

As she hurried to undress, the shemale went over to Pam, a hand dipping down to caress at her tousled hair.

"I was worried you would let her win. You did better than I thought you would, but as soon as she started on your nipples, I knew you were done."

Pam smiled, rising to her knees to be closer to that touch, her disappointment eased by it and the smile across Tanya's face.

"I don't mind," she murmured, "as long as you enjoyed the show."

"I did, babe, I did."

Tanya's eyes had not been fixed on her during this short exchange. Instead, and understandably so, she was watching Alex strip.

In short order, the young woman stood naked, waiting for Tanya to make a move. Pam beamed as she watched her surrogate daughter squirming restlessly but otherwise staying still while Tanya drank in the sight of that ample voluptuousness.

"Get on the bed," the shemale directed then, "on your back, and spread your legs. Show me that pussy."

Further delighting the housewife, the young woman was already on the bed before that command was finished. Her thighs parted to show Tanya, and Pam, her sex, the pink petals glistening with nectar.

And then Tanya began to undress.

There had been no command given to Pam, so she stayed on her knees, watching as now her owner's body was revealed. The mix of strength and softness there always thrilled her, the curves and muscles combining to form an exceptionally alluring figure. Large breasts swayed gently, hemmed in by sinewy arms, while lower down, that shaft shot out into the air, hemmed in as well by powerful thighs.

For Pam, every inch of that figure was worthy of adoration, but those ten inches served as the piece-de-resistance of a magnificent physique. Her tongue ran over her lips as she thought about how many times that shaft had reduced her to a writhing, mewling, mess.

Tanya approached Alex.

"You want to know what you won?"

Alex nodded eagerly.

"I'm going to fuck you."

"I thought you were already gonna do that," the young woman said, brow furrowing in confusion.

The shemale shook her head.

"Only if you won. But you did. So, now I'm going to fuck you."

The young woman glanced down the bed to Pam.

"And what about her?"

The shemale followed that gaze, and then shrugged dismissively.

"What about her? She lost."

"What happens to her? You said the loser gets a punishment."

"Yeah. I'm going to fuck you for the rest of the night. Just you. She can watch. And if she behaves, which we both know she will because she's an obedient little whore, then she can clean you up when I'm done with you."

I did lose. That's fair. Although it really doesn't matter if I think it's fair or not...

Tanya leaned down, her mouth inches from Alex's breasts.

"Wait," the young woman said hurriedly.

The shemale drew back.

"What is it?"

Alex hesitated, and then glanced back down the bed to Pam.

"I know I won, but...can I switch with her?"

The shemale raised an eyebrow.

"So, you want me to fuck her instead of you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Knowing that then I won't fuck you for the rest of the night?"

"Mm-hmm."

A nervous expression bloomed on Alex's face at the inscrutable one on Tanya's.

"You don't have to do that," Pam piped up once she recovered from the surprise of hearing the young woman's request.

"I know. But I want to."

"You sure about that?" Tanya asked.

"Yeah. She went without you fucking her for like four days."

"So, she can handle another night. Plus, I fucked her plenty earlier."

"Of course. But I just feel like..."

Alex glanced again at Pam, her eyebrows knitting together as she struggled to verbalize her thoughts.

"Don't be nervous," Tanya purred. "Just tell me what's on your mind."

Alex smiled gratefully.

"It's not that you've fucked me enough or something, because I would take as much of you as I could. It's just that I feel bad, like I've cheated her out of getting fucked by you, because I know she was looking forward to that so much."

"I'm fine, honey," Pam called over, "really, I'm fine."

"You won the game anyway," Tanya said. "This is your reward."

"I know..."

"And it hasn't been your decision who I fuck, so you haven't cheated her of anything."

"I know..."

Tanya drew back then, and after a few seconds of silence, nodded.

"Okay then. Pam, get over here. Alex, move aside."

The housewife glanced over at Alex as she crawled up towards Tanya.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Love you, Mom."

She smiled and shook her head in bemusement.

"Love you too, Alex."

"So adorable," Tanya joked, pulling Pam in for a kiss.

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Pam slurped at Tanya's balls, the sacks sitting on her tongue, smothering the wriggling muscle with their piquancy. Her eyes were aimed up towards the shemale, who was reclining against the headboard, an arm thrown around Alex.

Aside from the occasional desirous whimper, the young woman had been remarkably composed during her self-inflicted punishment, only able to watch from the side of the bed as Tanya unleashed a steady stream of debauchery on Pam. Unlike the housewife, who during her own punishment earlier in the week had not been allowed to cum even via masturbation, Alex had been free to pleasure herself. So, she had been knuckle-deep inside her pussy constantly.

Now, however, she was resting against Tanya's shoulder, watching Pam suck at those testicles.

The housewife, as always, delighted in such slavishness, in treating those orbs to the wet embrace of her mouth, in showing her gratitude to Tanya for how she had been utterly ravaged. Drool ran down her chin from her feverish slurping, adding to the mess that she was. Her hair was in disarray, her face glazed with sweat and semen, the rest of her body similarly defiled, wasted seed trickling out as well from her cunt and anus. More wasted seed clung to some of her fingers, since she was currently masturbating, highly aroused by the depravity of shedding dignity to pay homage to these testicles and the way such heartfelt adoration made her feel like a good slut.

Alex let out a long, drawn-out yawn, stretching languidly next to Tanya.

"Ready for bed?" the shemale asked her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Well, try to stay awake a little while longer."

As Alex nodded, Tanya looked down at Pam.

"Get her ass ready for me."

The housewife let her lips slip from those testicles, and scurried over to Alex, who crinkled her brow in confusion.

"For what?"

"For me. I'm going to fuck you."

"But I thought you weren't gonna fuck me for the rest of the night."

Tanya smiled, and stroked Alex's cheek.

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, babe."

The young woman frowned.

"It means don't question something good," Pam clarified.

"Oh. Okay!"

Alex turned over onto her hands and knees and shoved her ass back.

The luscious musk of those testicles was replaced by the exquisite flavor of that asshole. Pam swirled her tongue over the tight anus, leaving a sheen of saliva in its wake.
"You've been good today," Tanya told Alex approvingly.

"I was hoping you'd notice. I just want you to know that I can be a good slut."

"I know you can. Sometimes, at least. You just have to remember to be obedient. Understand?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Good."

Pam kept up her oral administrations, listening to the conversation, glad that her surrogate daughter was committed to being Tanya's.

Submitting to Tanya is already so great but doing it with Alex makes it better.

Her tongue lashed at that anus, preparing it for the formidable member nearby. One of her hands drifted down to her slit, and teased there, finding more semen burbling forth.

After spending some time focusing on that asshole, Pam pushed through it and into the warm innards beyond, wiggling and curling her tongue to caress those tender walls. More drool dripped down her chin as she was again slurping feverishly, this time at Alex's ass instead of Tanya's testicles. While one hand teased at her own sex, the other clutched at one of those ass cheeks.

From time to time, she looked over to Tanya. The shemale was still reclining on the bed, her attention alternating between her sluts and the television. As usual, the occasional neglect did not dissuade Pam from putting her utmost effort into her task. Even once it was completed, that asshole glistening with plenty of spit and ready for a savage pounding, she continued with the tongue-fucking, aware that Tanya would tell her when it was time to stop.

A few minutes later, the shemale indeed spoke up.

"Alright Pam, that's enough."

The housewife moved aside and watched as Tanya took her place behind Alex.

An excited coo came from the young woman, whose round rump shook from her continued squirming.

Another coo came when that shaft landed on the small of her back. Tanya took hold of her ass, and used that grip to spread its cheeks, rendering the anus in between them vulnerable. That shaft slid down, the thick tip dragging along the pale flesh, until it lined up with its target. The young woman bowed her head in submission, her hands grabbing at the sheets.

A hard thrust forced the asshole open, and insistent pressure ensured that Alex was quickly impaled, every inch of that length lodged in her guts.

Pam lounged on the bed, her eyes fixed on the couple, her fingers sliding into her pussy.

Those powerful hips drew back, and then slammed forward. Alex cried out whorishly, the impact setting her curves to a gentle rippling. Underlying the strained expression on her face was a delirious glee, evident in the bright enthusiasm shining in her eyes and the ruddy blush that bloomed across her features.

Tanya began to fuck her.
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