Bus Station

I met her at the bus station; she followed me into the ladies room. Mesmerized by her beauty, I did nothing when she held the door of the stall open to where I could not close it. I just pulled my skirt up and slid my panties down; standing there for a few minutes, sensing that she wanted me to pose that way for her. I sat down and a rush of urine exploded from me, I had to go real bad.

"Stand up and spread your legs and I will wipe you." She said as I finished. She used no paper, just her fingers rubbing my pussy. Then she pointed her fingers at my mouth, "Suck this like you would a little boy's dick if you had the chance." My mouth parted of its own accord as she inserted two fingers. My tongue started to lick all over her wet fingers and then I sucked them. "I'm going to make a little pussyslut out of you." She warned.

I was still sitting down sucking her fingers when she pulled her skirt up to her waist. I was so embarrassed that she had no panties on but I could not keep from looking at her bare pussy. She took the two fingers out of my mouth and ran them deep into her pussy, then returned them to my sucking mouth; I could not contain the surging thrill that shot through me at the taste of her. "I see you like that better than your own pee, don't you?"

I could only nod in agreement. Her gorgeous pussy was only inches from my face. "What are you going to make me do?" I stopped sucking long enough to ask.

"I'm not going to make you do anything but if you beg a little bit, I might let you suck my pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I've never done anything like that before."

"I didn't ask for your resume and I wish you knew how many times I've heard that line."

"How did you know I'd want to do things like this?"

"I can tell a slut the minute I see one. You also acted so high strung and nervous, I could tell you were very frustrated and dying to get off."

"Anything else?" I asked as I kissed her lightly on the cunt hair.

"In the terminal you knew I was looking at you but you refused to meet my eyes, down deep you knew you were attracted to me and susceptible to my domination but you wanted to leave it unrecognized. I just felt like it was up to me to come in here and show you where you belong."

"And where is that?"

"You belong at the end of a leash, naked and on your knees, or bending over before me with a paddle in my hand."

"You mean if I don't suck it for you, you'd spank me?"

"Oh, you're dying to suck it; you're only waiting for permission. But I will spank you, anyway."

"Well, will you let me?"

"That's pretty poor begging. Maybe we should just forget it." She removed her hands from her skirt and it would have fallen into place if I had not caught it and held it high on her lovely thighs.

"No, please, I think I do want to suck it."

In answer, she slapped my hands away from her skirt and it fell into place. Then she turned and walked out of the john. I hurriedly pulled up my panties and followed her. I saw her getting on a city bus and ran to catch it. Luckily the light was red and the bus driver opened the door again for me. There was standing room only so I walked back to stand beside her but she did not acknowledge me in any way.

After a few miles the passengers began to unload and seating became more available. An old couple got up to get off and she slid in next to the window and I sat down close beside her. I put my hand on her skirt covered thigh and squeezed it gently and was very gratified that she did not bother to remove it. We rode like that for a good while with my hand on her thigh. My hand was trying to convey all the feelings that she had invoked in me. I was burning with need for her and becoming quite giddy from the feel of her thigh.

We were out near the air base, a run-down part of town with seedy strip joints and adult book stores. She stood up and I stood up with her and followed her to the exit doors. When the bus stopped, we got off and she asked me, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going with you and I'm staying until you give me another chance to beg you to let me suck your pussy."

"Well that's going to be hard for you to do because I've got to go to work."

"Where do you work?"

"I run a little bar that caters to women. I make a few bucks on the drinks but I rent the rooms upstairs by the hour. Each room is equipped with a willing young lady."

That information sort of stunned me, was she some kind of madam? I decided I had better get myself back to a better part of town, "Well, then, if you've got to go to work, I guess I need to be getting back."

"Wait a minute. We're here. If you want to come on in, I'll give you another chance to beg for some pussy."

"But you wouldn't have time to let me do that."

`I don't really do anything, just sit at my desk and handle problems. You could sit on the floor and look at my legs. I usually keep my skirt pulled very high and you already know I don't bother with panties."

Her words sent such a devastating rush of excitement through me that I could not talk; I just clenched my thighs and buttocks together to keep my yearning pussy at bay. I followed her into this really seedy looking bar that was so grungy and dirty that I couldn't imagine what kind of woman would come here. There were a few patrons there in the late afternoon and they looked normal enough. Two were sitting alone at tables and two more seemed to be together at another one. They were understandably reserved at this time of day.

"Hi, Irma, I'd like for you to meet someone." She said to the woman behind the bar and then, quietly to me, "What's your name by the way?"

"Janie James." I whispered.

"Oh, hi, Ms Armstrong, you bringing in some fresh meat?" Irma asked.

"I'm not too sure. I just saw her at the bus station and she's been following me around ever since. This is Janie. And this is Irma, my best barmaid, among other things."

"Pleased to meet you." I said, still miffed at Ms Armstrong's comment about me following her around. The hired help really didn't need all that detail, it would seem to me.

"I'm glad to meet you. We need some fresh blood around this place. I'm so tired of looking at the same old faces and bodies. You have a fantastic body if you don't mind me saying so." Irma commented and I expected to hear her pop her gum at any minute. She was rather cheap looking, frizzy blonde hair and lots of make-up but her body was superb with big titties pushed up high showing lots of quivering cleavage, guess it was necessary to display them like that when you worked for tips.

"We're going into my office to discuss a few things. Bring me my usual. Janie, what'll you have?"

"Just a bottle of water, if you have it."

"Aw, come on, you're not going to get much of a buzz from water."

"How about a Margarita?" Irma suggested.

"Oh, I do love Margaritas."

"Fine, bring her a Margarita."

She ushered me into a small office with a desk at one end and a small love seat along one wall. It was too dark to see, let alone work. She turned on a small desk lamp, hiked her skirt up to her hips and sat down at her desk in a large executive chair. "Come over here and sit on the floor." She commanded, pointing to a vacant area at the side of her desk.

"Isn't Irma about to come in here?" I asked as though to point out the obvious.

"Goddammit, I am really getting tired of your constant refusal to act like what you are. What do you care what Irma sees? Get over here on the floor or get your ass out."

Severely chastened by her outburst and feeling somewhat frightened, I more or less scurried over to the side of her desk and sat down on the carpet. The sight of her gorgeous thighs ameliorated the situation, however, and I lost my anxiety, especially when she swiveled her chair towards me and spread her luscious thighs to my drooling eyes. I lost all thought of Irma and her pending intrusion.

My distress returned when the door opened and Irma barged in with a tray. "I thought you would at least have her bra off by now, you're really losing your touch, Ms Armstrong."

"She was about to take it off, weren't you, Janie?"

Fearing another outburst at my reticence, I quickly opened the buttons of my blouse and pulled it off, then unsnapped my bra and let it slide down off my shoulders. Now I do have a firm, well-toned body but my titties are my greatest asset. My pride in them almost outweighed my humiliation as I thrust my chest out for their approval.

"God, what a rack!" Irma exclaimed, "You're going to do all right at this place. When the women see you, they're going to be fighting to see who goes first. Get up and let's see the rest of it, hell, there has to be a flaw somewhere, no one can be absolutely perfect."

I looked tentatively at Ms Armstrong.

"She's just daring you so you'll show her your pussy. Go ahead and show it to her so she can go jill off in the john."

I stood up and unzipped my skirt and let it slither to the floor, then I pushed my panties down to my thighs, fighting the powerful impulse to cover my pussy with my hands.

"Turn around and show your ass." Ms Armstrong suggested.

I began to turn and stopped when I was sideways to them to give them a chance to see the bulging roundness, then turned my back. Ms Armstrong casually reached over and tweaked my pussy hairs, embarrassing me all the more in front of her hired help.

"Well, I guess I was wrong. I sure don't see a single flaw." Irma uttered in amazement. With that, she left but I don't know if she went to the john or not.

"That was very good, Janie, I was afraid you would embarrass me with your but-but-but like a motor boat but you handled that real well."

She continued to drive me mad with her hand idly at my pussy. I didn't want to pull my panties back up with her hand there. "What was all that about the women fighting over me?"

"Irma just assumed you were coming to work here."

"My heavens! How embarrassing, how could she think I would even consider doing...?"

"But you have a lot to learn before that could happen."

"What do you mean I'd have a lot to learn?"

"You don't even know how to please yourself; you know less than that about how to please another woman."

"Well, I can certainly learn, I told you I've never done anything with a woman before, so how would I know." I was becoming confused, trying to convince her that I was capable of pleasing her but I know it sounded like I was applying for a job.

"Do you work anywhere now?"

"No, I go to college but I'm not doing very well. I can't find anything that interests me enough to really work at it."

"So you get paid to go to college?"

"No, I had a scholarship but my GPA is not going to be enough to hold it. My parents send me a little money but it's a strain on them. That's why I was at the bus station. I had just come in from a trip there to discuss what I'm going to do if I lose the scholarship."

"What's that? GPA?"

"Stands for grade point average, it's like a batting average but much more important."

"I dunno, a guy that's all bat and no glove could lose his job if it gets too low."

"That just closes one door, a low GPA slams every door."

"So did they recommend you get a job?"

"They recommended that I come home and get a job. What were you doing at the bus station?"

"I find that a good place to pick up young, wide-eyed girls seeing the big city for the first time."

"Did you think I was like that?"

"No, I thought of you as maybe a future client for my business here. I'm always looking for that type of woman, too."

"What type is that?"

"Women who are not quite out of the closet yet, some that don't even know they're in a closet. When they come out late, they usually don't know how to find what they're looking for, how to recognize like-minded ladies, or even how to flirt with other women. Those usually spend a lot of time and money at places like mine."

"You thought I was like that?"

"I think that's pretty well been established, or have you noticed that you're in here with me, naked except for your panties at half-mast, with my hand in your pussy? But you don't have the money to be a client. So what am I to do with you?"

"Can't we just be together, see each other once in a while?"

"My personal life and my business are so intertwined that I don't know where one begins and the other leaves off. What time I don't spend here I spend looking for recruits and clients. I really don't have time for anything else."

"So you're saying the only way we can have any kind of relationship is if I'm an employee or a client?"

"That's a pretty frank way to put it but just about sums it up."

"Will you let me suck it one time to see how I like it?"

"I suppose a free sample would be appropriate. Get on your knees." She then swung her chair completely to the side and raised her other leg up to her desk, leaving her thighs yawning wide. The opening of the gates of Heaven could not be as inspiring.

So as not to seem like some sort of eager beaver first timer, despite the tantalizing, pussy clenching lusts caused by the sight of her awesomely spread thighs and bare pussy, I forced myself to start by kissing her knees and working up the inside of her thighs at a languid pace. Her cunt, however, drew my eyes like a magnet. I licked long swipes on her thighs but my eyes were riveted to her beckoning cunt cleft.

"Honey, you are showing admirable respect and restraint but I can tell you feel an urgent need to plunge your tongue straight into my pussy."

"I guess I do but I want to do this right, like it's something I've done before."

"And as I said, that's admirable but I still think you need a spanking, I think you want a spanking."

"But... no, please, I have a very low tolerance for pain..."

"Get over my lap and no more motor boats."

I knew arguing was pointless, I don't know why I even bothered. I lay across her lap with my panties still down around my thighs so I had no protection whatever, just my bare behind sticking up for her to punish. The first slap sent me reeling with the fiery pain and I screamed rather loudly. She said sternly, "Take off your panties and put them in your mouth, they're going to think someone is being dismembered in here."

I left off the motor boat buts and just stood up, pushed down my panties and stuffed them into my mouth. Then I resumed my humiliating position. Imagine a grown woman being disciplined like a naughty little girl. I hadn't even done anything wrong, just wanted to. It was all the same to her, I think she just wanted to spank me.

She started up again spanking me and the pain was unbearable but I could not even holler about it because my mouth was stuffed so full of my panties. I could not keep the tears in check and my eyes were flowing freely when she began to push down on my neck. I felt she wanted my head lower and my ass higher so I stopped kicking and put my feet on the floor to push my ass up for her. Then I realized that was a mistake because she began to slap my pussy along with my ass. The pain was absolutely intense until suddenly, it stopped hurting so much and began to grow almost pleasurable as my arousal became so intense it outstripped the pain. What on earth was this woman making of me that I would begin to crave a spanking from her?

Soon I realized that I had crawled up on her lap with my knees on her thigh and my legs spread as wide as they'd go, exposing my sopping pussy to her blows. I could even hear the splattering liquid as she concentrated exclusively on spanking my pussy now. Giant, fantastic, never-before-experienced orgasms began to wrack my body, leaving my mind oblivious to anything but the exquisite sensations.

Suddenly she stopped and began to lightly rub my ass and my pussy. I was still delirious as she urged me off her lap and on my knees again. She widened her thighs and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face roughly into her velvet cleft. My delirium found its expression as my burning tongue exploded into her cunt, my face wedged between her pussy lips. Frequently I would raise my face high enough to engulf her clitoris and suck on it along with the upper parts of her pussy lips.

She rocked her legs up and grabbed the backs of her knees with her arms and said. "Do my asshole, baby; get your frantic tongue up my ass!"

My desires were so rampant that I could not refuse, even though the thought of doing such a thing would normally be extremely repugnant to me. But my mind at the time was oblivious to any such consideration as I pushed my pointed tongue deep into her crinkled hole. Only later would I feel such intense remorse at the things Ms Armstrong made me do, what she had made of me.

She must have been very sensitive in her backside; however, for after a few minutes, she yelled she was cuming and pulled my mouth back up to her pussy so I could swallow her prodigious spend. Oh god, was it good! I fluttered my tongue all over her cunt and even down into the crack of her ass, searching for and swallowing all the pussy juice I could find.

I lay naked on her loveseat and slept for a few hours. Distantly I heard voices on several occasions with people coming and going but I was in such a euphoric state that I did not mind my nakedness. In fact, I seem to remember hearing some woman making a fuss over me and I spread my thighs further and imagined the thrill she experienced.

Late that night, Ms Armstrong shook me gently and told me she wanted to give me a little tour of the facilities. Instead of going out the door as I expected and without even waiting for me to do something about my nakedness, she led me to the bathroom which had another door to one side, this one with a combination lock. Blocking my view with her back, she opened the lock and the door and led me up a flight of stairs. At the top of a long hallway only dimly lit with indirect lighting, she stopped to peer into a window and I looked also.

Inside a small bedroom I saw a pretty girl lying naked on the bed. The door to the room opened and a middle-aged woman built rather heftily entered with a subservient attitude. She cautiously approached the young girl and handed her a whippy cane. Then she drew up her skirt past her hips and crouched on the floor on all fours, presenting her naked buttocks to the girl, for she wore no panties. The girl got up and began to administer a pretty severe chastisement.

"This is a one-way mirror, they can't see us and the girls know about it and appreciate it for safety reasons. Bertha is my bouncer and she patrols this hallway regularly to make sure everyone is behaving themselves. That woman comes here quite often and always wants a severe caning. I accept people who want to be punished but not people who want to punish. With the number of women served every day, my girls would be dog meat if I did."

We walked to the next window and I saw a big, strapping black woman with titties as big as basketballs pinning a diaper on a frail looking woman of about forty or so. "We seem to get a lot like that lady whose sexual desires are tied to an infantile stage. They like to pretend they're adorable baby girls with a mother who is not hesitant to indulge in make-believe incest. That's Bertha, by the way, doing the honors. She pulls double duty in cases like this because she's strong enough to handle a full grown woman like a baby. She also has a fully developed set of nursing tits and she takes shots to keep her milk flowing but she never has to worry about an overabundance with the voracious appetites of her `babies'."

"Could I watch the lady suck her titties?"

"Yeah, I think she's about ready to feed her baby now that she has a dry didy."

I watched the big woman take the frail woman in her lap and lay her at her big titty where the woman began to suck like she was starving. The black woman then slid her free hand into the diaper and began to play with her baby's pussy which I had seen was hairless when her diaper was changed. I could almost hear the cooing sounds emanating from the delighted frail woman.

"The next window is for watersports and it's so popular that the girls have to rotate to keep up with demand. No one girl could drink that much water. I had the floor tiled and sloped to a drain in the center. Some of the women just like to be peed on but we have our share of the ones who like to drink it."

As we came to the window, I saw a matronly looking woman lying on her back with a girl squatted over her face. "Looks like we've got one of the ones who like to drink it, see her wide open mouth? Looks like Cindy is having a hard time making water. Oh, there it comes, gushing out, look at that momma slurp it up."

"That really is disgusting."

"The last window is Babette's room. She's so young and beautiful now that she doesn't have to specialize. She just lets them suck her pussy and ass and the money comes rolling in. She does have to help out in the wet room but I'm lucky to get her in there once a night. When the youth and beauty fades, she'll have to develop a specialty, they always do."

"God, she is so beautiful. She looks like she could be a centerfold."

"I've had a lot of girls here that could put centerfolds to shame but you have to be in the right place at the right time. Each magazine only has twelve a year."

"Looks like you have a full stable of females."

"Oh, there are four more rooms on the other side of the stairs but only two are occupied except when Irma gets one hooked. Then either Bertha or me has to tend bar. I have a special beeper that responds to a button pushed under the bar. Two shorts mean she needs relief, one long means trouble."

"You mean like a raid?"

"No, usually a fight breaks out or someone is being disorderly. We pay dearly to keep the police out of our hair. I think the only reason cities have vice laws is to subsidize policemen's income. No one really cares anymore what consenting adults do; I don't know why they ever did."

"I think it was a religious thing, an effort to legislate morality."

"Or maybe people who chose not to enjoy anything while on earth wanted to be sure no one else did either."

"Yes, that attitude is generally known as morality."

"Speaking of morality, are you too moral to work for me?"

"I thought so when I first heard the proposition but when you spanked my pussy, I sort of evolved, or devolved, beyond all that. I guess I would do just about anything to have you spank my pussy ever so often."

"Looks like my instinct about you was right all along, that you'd be a recruit despite all your high-falutin' airs."

"How...how do I start?"

"Everyone starts by tending bar. With that kind of exposure you can build up a clientele. When you have enough regulars to keep you busy, I give you a room."

"Does that mean I would replace Irma?"

"No, Irma has been tending bar for a couple of years and she still does not have any women who regularly ask for her. She has some sex appeal but she has no idea how to dress or act to take real advantage of it. She just gets the drunks who don't want to wait for their regular girls but she still makes more than she would if she worked at a regular job. She lives in a trailer house out near the base because that's where she's always lived and she thinks you're supposed to."

"Do any of the girls fool around with each other?"

"They all do, most of them live with one another to cut expenses and to have someone to cuddle with when sleeping. Some of them try to think they're in love but that conveniently changes when someone else catches their eye. Then they play round robin and the relationships change. I bet you've got your eye on big Bertha's titties, don't you?"

"Oh, leave me alone. But it is uncanny how your guesses are always so close to the actual fact."

"That's my primary asset and the reason I'm the boss."

"But it is so weird, you seem to know more about me that I know about myself."

"Well, confidentially it's mostly just experience and careful observation. I've seen a lot of women behave in a lot of situations."

"I want to hear it all. If I could capture your character in a book, I'd never have to worry about working again."

"So you're a writer?"

"Not really but I've always done well in English. I really impressed my freshman prof when she assigned an essay and I just couldn't write down my thoughts on the subject because it was boring. So I created a couple of characters and let them speak my thoughts on the subject. It was still pretty dry but not as bad as your average essay."

"So you think I could be immortalized like Madam Bovary?"

"With my writing, you'd probably come off more like what's her face from Peyton Place."

"Well, to fill up all our idle hours, I'll tell you about myself and you write it down. If I like it, I'll spank your pussy for you."

"God, with that kind of incentive, James Joyce will have to give way to Janie James."

"Come on then, I want to introduce you to Bertha and tomorrow we'll start a chapter."

When we reached her office, Ms Armstrong told me to put some clothes on because we were going to have to go through the bar and she didn't want a trail of horny old women following us up the stairs. She threw me my skirt and blouse, "Don't bother with underwear."

When we reached the room where we had seen Bertha, she took my hand and knocked on the door. A voice inside said, "Come on in." She pulled me through the doorway by the hand and I saw the big black woman, still gloriously naked, lounging on the bed. "I have a naughty little girl here who just peed her panties." Ms Armstrong said as she deftly undid my blouse and pulled it off, then unzipped my skirt and let it fall. "She needs a diaper change and a bit of a spanking for not telling anyone she had to go. Then give her a little titty and put her to bed. She can sleep in here the rest of the night. I don't think you'll have any more clients, if you do, you can use the room that Irma uses."

Bertha stirred slowly and looked at my nakedness. "So you were a bad girl? Come over here and tell Momma why you can't let an adult know when you have to go." She placed her feet on the floor and made a huge lap of her massive thighs. Feeling a wave of intense pleasure at the way these women were treating me, I could not help but adopt my assigned role. With a pouty look of shame, I went over to the woman, climbed up on her lap, wrapped my arms around her neck and gave her a huge hug, mashing our titties together. She swatted my exposed ass a few times as Ms Armstrong smilingly left the room. With my low tolerance for pain, the smacks really hurt although I could tell she was just doing a pretend spanking. I lifted my ass hoping to get a few slaps on my pussy but she concentrated on my ass.

Then she twisted around, lifting me off her lap and laid me on the bed. From the side drawer she pulled out a large diaper and lifted my ass off the bed with one hand around both my ankles and slid it under me. Then, in a cloud of sweet smelling baby powder, she wrapped the diaper around my hips and pinned it. Then she turned me to one side of the bed and lay down beside me. "Momma hates to spank you, honey, but you have to learn to control yourself. Now I'm going to give you some titty to make you feel better. Do you want me to play with your little pussy while you suck my titty?"

I was so embarrassed as I remembered the older woman who had paid to be treated like this but so aroused that I nodded eagerly as she pushed her big, wet nipple into my mouth. She put her hand down the front of my diaper and began to rub me there with a heavenly stroke that made my pussy want to purr. I had never tasted mother's milk before and the act of drinking such copious amounts of body fluid from another woman's titties was so obscene that my cunt clenched tightly with the pleasure.

"Honey, that kind of sucking is getting Momma very hot. Have you ever gone down on a black woman before?"

I lifted my mouth from her tit to answer, "I've only gone down on one woman and that was Ms Armstrong just tonight." I was so aroused from sucking her tits and letting her play with my pussy under my diaper that the suggestion to suck her pussy filled me with undeniable desire.

"Well, white girls usually have to be really hooked on pussy to go down on a black woman and you sure don't sound very experienced. Besides, you're so little, I could probably take your whole head up my big cunt."

"But you're my momma. I didn't think I could even touch you there, let alone kiss it. Are you telling me I can suck your pussy if I want to, that you'll lay back and spread your big momma thighs for me?"

"Yes, honey, you're such a good girl, except for your toilet training, that you can get some pussy off your momma any time you want it."

"Can I move back home with you and take your panties down any time I want to?"

"Sure you can, baby, why don't you get down on your knees now and see how you like Momma's big pussy?"

My lusts had risen to such a rage that I immediately slipped off her lap and pushed her back on the bed. She spread her huge thighs as I crawled between them. I pushed her thighs back further, mostly just to feel them and they were a lot harder than I thought. Very little of this woman was fat. As I pushed her legs, her cunt gaped open and did look big enough to take my whole head. I pushed my face into it and it swallowed me from my eyebrows to my chin in fragrant, wet flesh. Her inner lips covered both my cheekbones and I knew my tongue would be like a mouse trying to rape an elephant. I moved my face up and took her huge clit into my mouth and sucked it like a medium sized cock; I could also breathe a lot better. I moved my hand up to her cunt and started with three fingers but she soon engulfed my whole hand and grabbed my arm to push it in up to my elbow.

Sucking on her huge clit and pumping my entire arm in and out of her gaping pussy was driving her deep into the throes of passion. Controlling such a woman was filling me with intense excitement. Shortly after taking to my knees, she was groaning with a cataclysmic orgasm, followed by several more as I had no intention of letting up, I was having too much fun.

Suddenly she jerked me up, undid my diaper and pushed me over her knee.

"No, don't spank me!" I cried, knowing my butt was too sore.

"Baby, you just got through sucking the biggest, blackest cunt in this city. Now what kind of momma would not spank her little girl for doing something so nasty? Come on now, you know you've got this coming."

She gave me a pretty severe spanking, most of it on my pussy as I climbed up with my knees on her big thigh. "I see baby likes to have her pussy spanked. Well, just spread those gorgeous thighs a little more, my hand's big enough to spank your ass and your pussy." Then she flipped me over like a little girl playing with a Barbie doll, my head between her thighs and my shoulders resting on them. She proceeded to suck my little pussy and ass. Her lips were so huge and soft that I forgot all about the pain and just let her sweep me to a series of orgasms with her rapacious, fluttering tongue. Bigger than most dicks I'd had in me, a tongue can be contracted to get past the rings of muscle and then, expanded to cover all the insides of a girl's cunt or ass, so I felt no pain, only extravagant, mind-bending, delirious pleasure. She lay back down with me and gave me some soothing titty and I quickly fell asleep.

The next day I formally dropped out of school and moved my things out of the dorm. Ms Armstrong sent Irma to drive me to the school and help move my things to Bertha's apartment. While driving back, my newly awakened desires began to torment me in the same car with the lushly titted bartender. She must have noticed my quickening arousal and mounting nervousness as she pulled her skirt up high on her thighs and began to play with the buttons of her blouse. "Too bad you've decided to move in with Bertha, I was going to see if you wanted to live with me."

"Well, it just sort of evolved. She's very difficult to argue with."

"I know, but you realize she'll spank you for any trumped up reason she can think of. If you lived with me, I would never spank you unless you did something really bad. I know you can't back out of your deal with her now but despite being the biggest, toughest woman in town, she brings home a lot of strays. She'll get tired of you and kick you out pretty soon. I want you to keep me in mind when she does, okay?"

"Sure, I would love to have access to your big titties whenever the mood struck."

"You like my big titties? They're not much compared to Bertha's."

"I know but it's hard to think of hers as titties. She looks like somebody slam dunked a couple of basketballs in her blouse." Irma got tickled and I giggled right along with her.

Then Irma exploded in giggles again. "That reminds me of the night she wore a see through fishnet blouse, she really did look like a basketball goal with two balls hung in the net."

"I bet yours are just perfect." I added, to steer the conversation back to her half opened blouse and rucked up skirt.

"Would you like to look at them? We're pretty close to my place if you want to stop in for a while. But I warn you, if you want to touch them or suck them, you'll have to finish the job and go down on me. I am so sensitive there that any kind of fooling around makes me so hot that I've got to have it. That's probably the reason I'm still tending bar. All the regulars know that if they grab my tits, I let them have my pussy without taking them to a room where I can charge them."

Thrilled to find out how easy she was, I reached over and squeezed her titty to see if she was telling the truth.

"All right, you little bitch," she said as she raised her right foot up against the dashboard and used her left for the gas pedal, "lay down on the seat and get your face between my legs for that."

Though I had never sucked anyone until yesterday, suddenly I was getting so much pussy I didn't know what to do. I lay down on the seat with my face pushed into her cunt. It made me delirious to be getting pussy off her while in the middle of traffic. I could just imagine how excited other women would be if they could see what was going on. She grabbed the back of my head and humped my face in a most unseemly manner, causing me to feel a little used. Strangely, the feeling of being used was not at all unpleasant; my crushing sense of responsibility suddenly evaporated and left me keenly aroused to be treated like a plaything and a pet. My intense arousal was communicated through my voracious sucking mouth and Irma was pushed over the edge while waiting for a traffic light. The cars behind immediately began to honk when the light changed and I rose up to look at them, thinking they could see the pussy juice coating my face and imagining their excitement at the

thought of me being used so brashly. Irma just flipped them the bird over her carseat.

"Do you still want to stop at my place and look at my titties?"

"Of course, but I must warn you, sucking a cunt in the middle of traffic makes me very horny so when we get there, somebody's going to have to get on her knees." I still had two fingers playing in her spasming cunt and I moved the other hand up to squeeze her titties through her dress.

"If you keep squeezing my titties, you'll have me on my knees as soon as we get through the door. First I want to suck you through your little panties; I bet they're soaking full of flavor after all you've been doing to my cunt."

"I don't know if I can let you do that. Since I was little my mother told me never to let another girl touch my panties."

"Just your panties, she didn't say to not let her touch your pussy?"

"She would never use a word like that. She warned me about boys, of course, but she always added that other girls, or women, would sometimes try to feel under my dress."

"Well, here you are, living with a big dyke and working in a dyke bar, I assume you have disregarded your mother's advice."

"I was hoping I could obey the letter of Mom's law, if not the spirit."

"Okay, if that's what lights your fire. Just take your panties off and I'll suck them on the way."

We were a little late leaving Irma's place and when I finally got back to Bertha's, she was fuming. Irma hurriedly dismissed herself and drove away, leaving me more or less to her tender mercies. "You haven't even got moved in and you're already playing around, you just can't pass up a big set of knockers, can you?" Bertha stood up and unbuckled her thick leather belt and then drew it ominously from her belt loops. I knew there was no point in trying to argue with her, it would only make things worse. I went to the table and leaned over it, lifting my short skirt over my hips. Bertha didn't bother to take my panties down; they were so thin they would offer no protection. I heard the belt whistle through the air and then the flash of burning pain ripping across my ass. After a few swings with that belt, my panties were in shreds and my ass was ablaze.

"Bertha, please, please stop. I will never look at her titties again. Irma is flat-chested compared to you. Take one out and let me suck on it." I was reduced to trying to placate the big woman any way I could to find some cessation to this blistering pain.

"I'm not playing any of your little girl games. Just shut up and take your whipping."

"Oh, Irma said you would use any trumped up excuse to spank me."

"She told you that, huh? Well tomorrow I'll use that as an excuse to blister her big ass when Her Royal Assholiness is not around."

Despite my intense painr, I could not help but laugh at the name she had for Ms Armstrong. "Has she ever heard you call her that?" I laughed.

"A few times and it makes her furious but she needs me about as much as I need her and I moved past the stage of letting her dominate me a long time ago."

"Really, you've been with her a long time?" I asked as I was desperate to keep her talking, I removed my blouse, hoping to entice her with my tits.

"Right from the very start. My family used to work for her family on their farm." She told me as she saw my bared titties and laid the belt down in favor of rubbing her pelvis against my ass, reaching under my arms to roughly squeeze my tits. Jeez, that felt so much better than a spanking.

"Oh, tell me about that time, when you and her were young together."

"Well, I don't think I have a submissive streak like most of the women and girls that fall under her sway. Even though I was a couple of years older and very big for my age, I was submissive to her because her family held life and death power over all my family. They could have moved us out and moved in another family of sharecroppers at a moment's notice. My daddy told me lots of times to be nice to Arianna and play games she liked to play or we would be in trouble."

"What kind of games did she make you play?"

"She liked to ride me `piggyback' but she would usually take off her panties first and put them in her pocket. When we went down in the bottomland and no one could see, she would pull her dress out of the way and let her bare pussy rub against my back. One day she claimed that my back had got her so hot that I had to do something. She lay down on the grass with her dress up to her waist and spread her gorgeous thighs. My lust made me get down on my knees between her legs and kiss her pussy with my mouth. I didn't mind doing it for her and, as we played that game more and more, I got to where I really liked it and would also stick my tongue up into her pussy. Being with her became like an addiction. Compared to the way my bigger brothers made me bend over a table so they could pound my pee hole with their foot long dicks, her making me suck her little pussy was only a moment of tranquility in a sea of chaos."

"Couldn't she make your brothers leave you alone?"

"Eventually she did. I didn't want her to because she would have to go to my daddy and I was afraid he would figure out what I was doing to her. She told me that if she didn't, I was gonna end up pregnant and she didn't want me saddled with no child. Seems she already had plans for me. She told my daddy that if any of my brothers ever touched me again, she would complain to her father that one of them had touched her. My daddy bleached white, a charge like that would be a death sentence at that time so he made it very clear that any of his sons that touched me would have half his dick chopped off with a hand axe. From that moment on, I ruled the roost at my house because all my brothers were scared to death of me. Of course Daddy did figure out our relationship but he had expected as much when he told me to be nice to her, he somehow knew she was attracted to me. He was all the time encouraging me to let her have her way and to be subservient to her. She often had

me spend the night with her in the big house and during those sessions, she really got down and dirty."

"Did she ever suck your pussy?"

"No, nothing like that, I don't think she's ever sucked anybody; it would be beneath the dignity of her Royal Assholiness. No, she'd just make me do everything she could think of and would spank my ass if she felt I didn't do it right. Speaking of spanking, I need to finish yours." Bertha said as she picked up a paddle.

I knew the reprieve was over so I stretched out over her lap and, as she paddled me, I managed to work my knees up on her thigh so she could also spank my pussy. When she felt I had been sufficiently punished, she lay back and made me suck her clit while fisting her up to my elbow. After that, she would put my diaper on and give me extreme solace at her milky titties and I would go to sleep with my butt burning but my soul satisfied.

The next day at work, she caught Irma while Ms Armstrong was gone and gave her such a spanking that the bartender would have nothing to do with me for several weeks, outside of teaching me how to tend bar.

Many of the women who came in became quickly enamored of me. For some, it was just the new girl but many others began to ask for me specifically and I soon had a room of my own. Like Babette, I was too young and beautiful to need a specialty and most of my customers used to be hers. She was deeply resentful of me but I had Bertha as my protector so there wasn't much she could do except make snippy and snide remarks.

Then Babette decided to fight fire with fire. She had never had anything to do with Bertha because she certainly didn't like to have her ass spanked but she realized that was the only way she could deal with me. She began a campaign to lure Bertha away from me by incessant flirting, pulling her dress up and showing her ass at every opportunity. Bertha resisted for quite a while but eventually succumbed. To her, Babette was the unattainable and I was the pushover. Eventually she asked me to move out and Babette moved in with her.

That put her in a position to deal with my threat to her clientele. When I realized what she was doing, I tried to overcome it. I was more submissive and more seductive around Bertha, but it was far too little and way too late. Babette managed to catch me alone soon after I moved in with Irma in her trailer house. "You had better start being a little less available to any of my women," she said to me, "if I lose one more to you; I'm going to tear your face off."

I was inundated with a terrible fear. I had never had a fight in my life and would not know how to begin. I decided to be a bit snooty to any female that I knew normally asked for her. The plan backfired, however, because the more unavailable I tried to be, the more determined many of the women became. They even went to Ms Armstrong and complained that I was being less than cooperative. Ms Armstrong became furious.

"I want this petty jealousy to stop right now!" She announced after gathering us all together one night after closing. "There are enough pussy-starved women out there for all of you. I don't care which one of you they choose but I better not ever hear again that one of them did not get to make her choice! Janie and Babette, I want you both to strip and bend over that table." Both of us quickly complied and she used a leather strap to emphasize her point. This was nothing like the playful spankings she gave us occasionally, this was brutal punishment and Babette and I both were crying rivers of tears by the time she finally finished.

I decided that whatever Babette did to me would not be as bad as that, so I pulled out all the stops and flirted outrageously with every woman who came in. I was making money but I knew there would be a reckoning with Babette.

I tried being extra nice to her and would caress her titties or rub her thighs at every opportunity but she would only look at me with a sneering rejection and go sit on Bertha's lap and take out one of her huge titties that she knew I longed for and suck it in front of me.

Then one day the fat hit the fire, the shit hit the fan; Babette had been pushed as far as she could go. The night before, one of her longtime customers, her favorite client, looked at her with disdain and took me up to my room. I could see why Babette enjoyed her patronage, not only was she so extremely skillful at sucking pussy that I wondered why she would have to pay for it, she left the biggest tip that anyone had ever received. I realized later that she came here because she was too rich and well know, too susceptible to blackmail, to pursue her desires in her own world. She could rely completely upon the discretion of Ms Armstrong because of the absolute control Ms A held over her stable of females.

Because Ms Armstrong kept half my tip, everyone knew of the amount when I came in the next day. Babette was seething. "I warned you." She said to me, "I told you what would happen if you didn't leave my women alone."

"Babette, remember what Ms A did to us. I will give you my part of the tip if you'll leave me alone."

In response, she charged towards me with her fingernails flailing. I cringed in terror for a moment, then some deep instinct of self preservation took over and I knew I had to fight because I could not flee. I stepped in to meet her charging body and slammed my fist into her face and stopped her cold. "You...you hit me in my face!" She accused.

I hauled off with another vicious punch, really getting into the spirit, and sent her reeling across the room. "Stop it!" She yelled, "Leave me alone. Bertha, come and help me."

Bertha just looked at her with a bored look on her face, "Looks like you're the one that started this little set-to and you should never start anything unless you can finish it."

As I approached Babette to give her a little more comeuppance, she raised her hands to protect her face. "Not the face, don't hit me in the face anymore. I've still got to make a living!"

"Had you rather have a spanking?"

"Yes." She admitted with her eyes downcast. "But not too hard," she begged, "Bertha spanked me last night for no reason." She pulled her skirt up to her waist and lowered her panties to her thighs, "Are you going to do it here?"

"I think so. Go get a paddle and lay across my lap."

While she was gone, Bertha said to the room, "I had plenty of reason to spank her last night. She was sulled up like an old hen with an egg broke in her over that rich floozy wanting to suck Jamie's pussy instead of hers."

Babette returned, handed me the paddle, keeping her hands up around her face to ward off any further attacks. Then she laid herself across my lap and I grew very excited to see her beautiful upturned ass waiting for my chastisement. I gave her only a token spanking to establish my dominance over her then I took her to my room and put her on knees where she sucked my pussy and my ass for several hours, until the customers begin to come in. She's the one who began sucking my toes. As the customers learned of my preeminence over her, she lost the mystique she had held over them and all of her old customers, the ones content to pay just for the opportunity to suck a beautiful girl's pussy started coming to me. Babette was forced to adopt a specialty and I suggested that she cater to the women who loved to have someone make love to their feet.

She became very attached to me and would follow me up to my room when I came in to work. She would help me get out of my street clothes and into my seductive work clothes and wait patiently for permission to remove my shoes. At times, when I gave it, she would lovingly remove my shoes and suck on my toes until she was in a state of delirium. Ms A learned how she was a much better performer with her clients if I allowed her that liberty before work. Ms A seemed to have expanded her respect for me and offered to give me ten per cent of her share of Babette's earnings if I came in a little early and let her get herself worked up over my feet before the clients began coming in. She explained that all three of us would make a lot more money.

Her respect for me grew even more when I used my relationship with Irma to teach her how to be more seductive to women and how to control her own urges until they were paying customers. Cindy even seemed to fall under my sway as she came around often and urged me to pee in her mouth. That's when Ms A decided that I should make my own excursions to the bus stop and other places she knew about, looking for recruits and new clients. I found my calling as I was even more successful than she was at luring young girls into the restrooms and seducing them into becoming whores for us. Even more than that, I seduced many older, richer women into coming to Ms A's for their carnal delights. Eventually I became a partner and took over the operation when Ms A decided to retire to the family farm. I lost Bertha who went with her to help work the place but I was able to find a couple of large, strong women and expanded that area of operation.