Authors note
I am re-publishing this series under a different name.
It was inspired by a lady I met here on Literotica, she contacted me after reading my series 'The Making of a Slut' saying that she too is called Caroline and is a slut. She asked me to write some stories about her and her family. This series is therefore, completely, inspired by her but mostly just fantasy.
All persons in this series are over 18.
I hope you enjoy the series, however, if you are averse to rough sex please don't read on!
Please let me know what you think by sending feedback and by (hopefully) giving the stories a good mark.
Thank you
Jim
Charity begins.
Caroline had volunteered at the Oxfam bookshop in Catherine Street for just over a year. She loved the work, she got to read lots of books, meet lots of people and felt like she was giving back.
One of her regular customers asked her one day, have you ever thought of helping the homeless? They are an ever-increasing issue and they need help. Caroline though about this and Googled 'homeless charities St Albans' and several options came up. She studied them all and eventually plumped for Centre 33.
Their main aim was to help these people by being somewhere warm and dry to meet, offering hot food and drinks, and by providing toiletries and shower facilities. She filled in the online application form and, almost immediately, forgot about it.
Several weeks later she got an email inviting her to an induction to see if she would like to help. There was the option for mornings, or nights.
The morning shift provided a hot breakfast between 10.30-12 Monday to Friday at their Spicer Street location. The evening shift provided a hot evening meal from the Salvation Army at the Citadel (16-18 Victoria Street) Sunday to Thursday between 730 and 8:00 pm.
Caroline decided that she could do morning shifts and still not affect the girls or Stuart.
She reported for duty for her first shift. She had thought about what to wear and settled on her daughter's leggings and a t-shirt.
Her first shift was strange, the customers were all quite 'spiky' and didn't show their appreciation. The men seemed to be fixated on staring at het tits and the women all looked at her with contempt. Overall, Caroline felt most uncomfortable. She decided that she would give the setup one more chance and went back the next morrning. But sadly, she realised that the work wasn't for her.
The next time she saw me for a very satisfying pain and fuck session she told me about her abortive time at Centre 33.
I decided that this offered an opportunity too good to be true. I visited the Centre 33 and spoke to many of the people there. They all remembered Caroline and they all felt that she was a supercilious, condescending bitch to them. I asked the men I spoke to if they would like to 'bring her down a peg or two', they were all very keen.
I arranged for them all to come to my house at 10am on Saturday, there were 11 of them. I also asked Caroline and Stuart to come and see me Saturday morning at about 10:00.
The homeless guys arrived and I gave them a briefing and took them down to my play room. I told them that they were going to get the opportunity to hurt the slut and pointed out the various options in the room. After discussion they agreed that they wanted Caroline chained to the ceiling and floor in a vulnerable 'star fish'.
I told them that Carolines husband was a cuckold who loved watching her get punished and fucked. The assembled men were all very excited.
I told them to wait and that I would be back with Caroline and her husband soon and went back upstairs.
I had only just sat down when the bell rang. I went to the door and, as expected, Stuart and Caroline were standing on my door step. I invited them in and sat them down with a coffee.
Stuart, I said, there is a group of men downstairs that want to punish and rape your wife. Are you sure that you want to go through with this? Stuart looked me in the eye and nodded.
Caroline, is this what you want? She looked at me, reached out and held Stuart's hand and nodded.
OK, I said, before we start, I think the bush needs to go. We need that cunt to be super sensitive. I took them both to my bedroom and told Caroline to get her cunt out. She pulled up her dress, she was wearing stockings but no knickers, exposing her hairy snatch. She pulled the dress off over her head and jumped on the bed.
I reached over to the bedside side cabinet where I had previously stashed my waxing kit. On the top of the cabinet was a wax warmer preheating the wax.
I got out my hair clippers and trimmed her pubes leaving about 1/4 inch of growth. I then cleaned her pubic area with Pre-Hon Pre-Epilation Cleanser. I got my wooden spatula and I started with her inner thighs and started to work in and back. Each smear was about an inch wide and three inches long.
I waited for about 30 seconds to harden a bit; I could hear a tapping noise when I hit it with my fingernail. It was time to rip! As I pulled Caroline screamed and the whimpered. I told her, I think it was Carl Jung who said, "There is no coming to consciousness without pain," today this is just the start of your pain.
I continued to strip her hairy snatch, having to stop frequently to dry her drooling slit. I finished off by Tweezering the few stray hairs. By the time I had finished her cunt and arse were completely hair free and dripping. I finished off removing the small pieces of wax stuck in her crevices using GiGi's Wax Off Wax Remover lotion on a cotton ball. Finally, I coated the whole area with baby oil. Though I say it myself it was a masterpiece, softer and smoother than a baby's bottom.
Once her cunt was sorted, I got her to put her dress and knickers back on and told her and Stuart to follow me to the basement. As we entered you could feel the resentment pouring off the men.
Stuart, I said, please take that seat next to the bed, which he duly did.
