Colleen sighed heavily, and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She replayed the events of last half-hour in her mind, and felt herself becoming aroused. Her pussy was wet. She’d been humiliated and degraded but she loved it. It seemed to increase her arousal. She wanted to be abused and used as a sex object. Sitting up she fell back into the contoured seat.
“God, I’m a sick little slut!” She cried, as she shifted the car back into drive, and turned the car around in a u turn, heading back to Lillian and Gary’s’ house. When she pulled into the drive and shut off the ignition, she sat still and reconsidered. Was this what she really wanted to do? Become the sex toy of Gary, Bernie and Lillian? After all that she’d already done, Colleen felt that she had more than made up for her affair with Lillian’s ex-boyfriend. What would Jim think? He’d think she was a whore, and he’d be right. Colleen began to cry, and her mascara ran down her cheeks. After a few minutes of cathartic sobbing, Colleen began to collect herself. She dabbed her eyes dry with some tissue, re-applied her make up and brushed out her lustrous red hair. She was beautiful she thought to herself and she could have any man (or woman?) she wanted. Maybe being humiliated was just her kink. No reason she couldn’t be happy, she tried to convince herself.
“Fuck it!” she said to no one as she opened the car door and walked up the walk to the front door.
A few moments after ringing the bell, Gary answered the door, dressed in a dark blue robe tied at the waist. “Look who’s back, girls!” He said to Lil and Bernie, who were sitting naked on the couch with a selection of sex toys setting on the table in front of them. Colleen’s body tingled at the thought of the toys being used on her.
“I enjoy being your sex slave, I’ll do anything you want.” Smiling despite her inner reservations.
“Strip.” Gary said casually as he undid his robe and moved over to the couch, sitting down beside Bernie. His shaft stood out rigid, the head glistening with natural lubricant. Lillian slid down making room and picked a large, red double headed dildo off of the table, and slowly moved the tip back and forth over her pussy.
Colleen kicked off her shoes, and quickly shimmied out of her dress. As she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor beside her dress, Gary called her over to the couch and somewhat menacingly picked up a pair of scissors. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled as she walked over to stand in front of him, now wearing only her midnight blue panties and sandy colored pantyhose over the top of them. The cool air of the central air made her nipples hard. Gary moved to the edge of the couch in front of Colleen, and looked up into her eyes smiling. With his free hand he reached between her legs, and ran his hand over her pubic mound. She was wet, and she moaned with desire as Gary worked his hand over her pussy.
He brought the scissors between her legs and Colleen took a step back. “We just want access, hon.” He said as he poked the point of the scissors through the sheer material of her pantyhose, and under the leg band of her expensive panties. He cut quickly, until he pulled the destroyed underwear from her body, leaving her standing before them with a large hole cut in her nylons, giving free access to her ass and access as well as a nice view of the sparse triangle of red pubic hair covering Colleen's pussy.
“Well, girls what should we have Colleen do for us first?” Gary said as he put the scissors on the table. Colleen could hardly wait.
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