Sheba awoke, a bit out of sorts. She hadn't remembered nodding off. Or maybe passing out was a more accurate description, she thought. However, she did know why she had drifted off. The cushion she had been sitting on was now coated with a layer of her juices, her skin had a sheen of drying sweat and her pussy felt as if it had just run a marathon. She remembered fingers and tongues. One her skin, in her mouth, in her pussy, even in her ass.
From her reclined position - if that's what you call legs spread wide over the arms of a wicker chair with your pussy and ass hanging over the edge, she thought - Sheba looked around the backyard looking for the woman who had put her and then left her in this state. She finally found her in the pool slowly gliding naked through the water, completing a series of slow laps.
Just the sight of her excited Sheba. Tall, athletic and tan, Clarisse would have been described as Valkyrie-like if she had had larger breasts. However, Sheba had to admit that the smaller breasts - small "C"s, she guessed - suited her and gave her a lean and powerful figure that would have been masculine if it weren't offset by a very feminine face with beautiful eyes that could change from mischievous to aggressive in a heartbeat.
Recovering from absolutely great sex in a beautiful home was a pretty good way to spend an afternoon, Sheba thought. And, even better, she would finally be fucking Clarisse's husband, Duncan, a fantasy she had been striving to make a reality for almost a year now. Amazingly, she'd be doing it with Clarisse's permission.
Of course, it wouldn't be exactly as she had planned. She had fantasized about being the seductress, stealing Duncan away for some dirty, secret sex. Instead, she would probably be strapped to the bed when it happened and both husband and wife would be present and using her like a toy. Then again, Sheba was quickly warming to the left turn her seduction of Duncan had taken. Sheba had a pronounced submissive side and she had truly enjoyed the preview of what Clarisse apparently had in mind for her.
In fact, the only problem Sheba could see was whether to tell her husband and, if she did, what she would tell him. Somehow "Hi honey, I met a nice couple who is going to use me like a whore" didn't seem like a conversation that would end well."
Greg, her husband, was certainly understanding and they had even explored a little bit of her sexual wantonness by having another woman join their bed a few times. However, they both knew Sheba had scratches that Greg alone couldn't itch. He had even hinted - obliquely and with plenty of deniability - that he thought watching her with another man was a turn-on. However, they had never openly talked about it and so had not yet resolved what they were going to do about those "itches."
As Sheba was contemplating her marital dilemma, Clarisse climbed out of the pool and made her way towards her.
"What are you thinking about, Mouse" Clarisse asked, using the pet name she had given Sheba; a name that Sheba was beginning to enjoy more and more.
"I was thinking about my husband and what I do with all of this."
"That's a tough one," Clarisse said. "I knew you were married but I figured you either kept him in the dark or he liked your slutty side with other people."
"I haven't really ever cheated on him," Sheba said defensively.
Clarisse raised an eyebrow, daring Sheba to maintain her innocence.
"Okay, I admit that I may have done some heavy flirting with guys not my husband and that I may have thought about more but..."
"But you just hadn't actually done what you knew you'd end up doing," Clarisse finished. "Face it, Mouse. You're a slut. I may have maneuvered you into being my slut for my husband and I to use but you would have ended up in this situation regardless."
The thought, and the truth of it, disturbed Sheba.
"Enough moralizing," Clarisse said. "We'll figure out what you should do in time. For now, you need a shower so we can head out."
"Where are we going?"
"Shopping," Clarisse said with a very wicked smile.
****
Sheba had dreamed of owning a shower like the one she had just used. It was like waterfall coming out of the ceiling in the center of the room surrounded by natural light from skylights and the opaque icecube-like blocks that formed one entire wall of the room. Definitely better than a plastic shower curtain and a rusty nozzle, she thought. Clarisse had told her she wanted a clean mouse and so, rather than allowing Sheba to clean herself, had produced a real sea sponge and some very abrasive soap and very rigorously scrubbed her entire body. It felt like entire layers of skin had been peeled off.
Minutes later, her skin was still red but, she had to admit, she felt amazingly clean and energized from the scrubbing. Besides, she was soon distracted by an outfit Clarisse set out in front of her. It was a black pleated skirt that, along with the bone white blouse, screamed quality and probably cost as much as one of her monthly paychecks. The skirt covered, but just barely, the tops of black stockings that accompanied the outfit.
As Sheba began to don the outfit, Clarisse placed a pair leather calf-high black leather boots with six-inch heels, and then moved in behind her. "It's nice to be the slut for rich people, isn't it" Clarisse asked as she zipped Sheba's skirt up in back. Sheba just purred and bent to slip on the boots.
Clarisse herself was already dressed in short leather skirt with nylons and a set of sexy but less precarious heels and a loose fitting green silk top that revealed a transparent black bra underneath that was very distracting to Sheba. Like a schoolboy trying to sneak a peak, Sheba kept finding her eyes drawn to the frequent glimpses of it as Clarisse moved. She might not be as well endowed as Sheba or as young but, damn, the woman knew how to make up for it with style, Sheba thought..
"No panties, no bra for you, Mouse," Clarisse said. "And always in heels. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Sheba said. "How did you know my sizes?"
"A combination of observations and guesses."
"Well, thank you," Sheba said, which resulted in a quizzical look from Clarisse.
"I would say you are welcome but I think you misunderstand, Mouse," Clarisse said in a voice that was far cooler than it had been. "These clothes are not for you. I am dressing you like that for my pleasure and you will perform in that outfit for my pleasure. If I want you on your knees, if I want you to lift your skirt in public for me, if I want to rip that blouse off your body, I will. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Cat," an abashed Sheba said. Then a smile came on Clarisse's face.
"Now, having said that, I know everything I just threatened to do excites you and, as a woman, I am glad you appreciate the clothes. Now, do your makeup and meet me downstairs in ten minutes."
****
Ten minutes later, Sheba came downstairs and met Clarisse at the door to the garage. Inside was Clarisse's car, a silver convertible SLR McLaren that looked like it could get a speeding ticket with the engine off. Sheba had always loved fast cars in a way that probably approached fetish. More than once, she had given a handjob or a blowjob to a guy with a fast car primarily because he had a fast car.
Clarisse motioned Sheba into the car and they quickly left the suburbs on their way to the city.
Clarisse was an excellent driver and a very aggressive one, driving well over the speed limit and dodging through traffic. When she wasn't shifting, Clarisse took time to absently play with Sheba. Soon, Sheba's blouse was completely unbuttoned and her skirt was hiked over her hips. In a sports car low to the ground, this lead to more than a few motorists getting an eyeful. Not much of one though at the speeds Clarisse was traveling, Sheba grinned to herself.
As they exited the freeway, Sheba started to button her blouse and lower her skirt.
"Did I tell you to do that Mouse," Clarisse asked.
"No, Cat, but I..."Sheba said.
"You were afraid someone might see? Well, don't worry about that possibility because it isn't. A possibility that is. This evening, having strangers ogle your naked breasts and pussy is a certainty."
Sheba blushed; she liked showing off but this was definitely outside her comfort zone. She had little time to adjust, though, because Clarisse wasted no time putting her on display. At the next stoplight, two boys in a Jeep, probably from one of the local colleges, pulled up next to them and looked straight down at Sheba in her state of undress, including Clarisse's hand lazily playing with her pussy. When the light turned, Clarisse accelerated away and Sheba could see the boys high fiving in the side mirror.
"Do you think those boys cocks are hard Mouse?"
"I'd be surprised if they weren't, Cat."
"I think you are right. It would explain why they are trying so hard to catch up with us now." Clarisse nodded in the rear-view mirror and Sheba looked over her shoulder in a combination of panic and excitement to the gaining vehicle.
"I think if we catch them that you should suck their cocks."
Sheba looked in shock at Clarisse. "What?"
"They're excited and likely to do anything. I think they'd probably calm down enough not to rape us if you offer to suck their cocks right away."
"Ummmm..." Sheba was at a loss for words, trying to decide whether Clarisse was serious or joking. The woman had an unnerving way of making it impossible to tell what she was really thinking most of the time. "Do you think they'll catch us?"
"Are you worried, Mouse?"
"A little."
"How about excited?"
