Shirley narrator Diana salesgirl
Beth Diana's femme roommate
Alice Diana's butch roommate
My hope that the girls were joking was a futile hope indeed. The air within their apartment was fraught with tension as I slowly unbuttoned my top and pulled the lapels of my top down over my shoulders. My breasts were tightly bound in a heavily reinforced bra and I felt a wave of fear as I looked at the three faces staring at me, seeming to grow more impatient as I struggled to take off my top. My fingers were not working properly.
Alice and Beth, my friend Diana's roommates had certainly got into something more comfortable. Both were in long tee shirts and I saw no evidence that either was wearing panties. Alice, the big woman and the butchier of the three roommates had a rather belligerent and antagonistic attitude.
"Damn. Mama, why don't you hurry up and take off that industrial strength harness and show us those massive tits? I thought Diana just conned you into a ride home because she hates to ride the Dart bus but I see she thought she was getting herself a Guernsey cow," Alice said in her normal deprecating tone. "You have got a set of jugs."
My face turned crimson as I freed the hooks of my bra. It was bad enough that they were making me take off my clothes in front of them but I wish they'd spare me this running commentary. Nevertheless I hurriedly extricated myself from my brassiere in an attempt to placate the animosity I felt growing steadily in the room.
I behaved as cordially as possible, despite feeling belittled by Alice's comments concerning why Diana let me take her home. I was not about to challenge her. She was not only big and strong; she exuded an aura of someone who would welcome any sort of physical conflict.
Knowing that my legs were very shapely and attractive, I quickly undid my skirt and let it slide to the floor, hoping that the sight of my round thighs would defuse some of Alice's apparent resentment. I was left with nothing but my panties and hose and garter belt but I've been told quite a few times that I look extremely sexy dressed in only that.
"Now, Beth," Alice said, "you might want to take some notes on the way Shirley is acting. She's a natural submissive, probably because she's spent her whole life completely under the thumb of her husband and her two sons." Then she turned her attention to me. "I bet you got up an hour earlier than anyone else so their breakfast would be waiting for them in the mornings and you probably stayed in the kitchen a few hours cleaning up while they were in the living room watching Monday Night Football or whatever brutal athletic contest happened to be on TV, right?"
I had no opportunity to answer her because Beth, apparently in resentment of Alice's slanted praise of my submissiveness, suddenly erupted with her own hostility, "And I'll just bet you sucked your husband's dick a hundred times for each time he went down on you, like he was some kind of big, throbbing Mercedes and you were somewhere between a hood ornament and an exhaust pipe."
Of course I sucked his cock; a marriage didn't last long if a wife didn't meet her husband's needs. For all the good it did since I still ended up divorced. But after I got over the vulgarity and the humiliation, I actually preferred that manner of sex. My mouth was always wetter than my cunt when he decided he wanted sex. These unmarried tramps have no idea what it was like.
Perhaps if I had been stronger the situation could have somehow been diffused and would not have erupted into the calamity that it became. But I have never been confrontational and the concessions I made in the effort to appease them only seemed to enlarge their hostility and carnal cravings.
"That's enough of this fucking around," Alice sneered, "it's time you got those panties off and your legs spread so we can see your pussy." My reaction was to quickly strip my panties down and off my ankles, thankful that I'd had the foresight to put my panties on over my garter belt. I slipped over to the couch with a glance at Diana to see how she was reacting to the way things were going. I spread my thighs almost perpendicular as my hopes for support from Diana were dashed by the lusts I saw in her eyes.
Beth took a position next to me on the couch and began to run her hand up and down my pussy. "So this is what a fully mature, grown up pussy looks like. This is what my mother would never let me see." She giggled as she grasped her other hand on my ankle and pulled one leg back further. Alice glanced at Diana and the girl suddenly moved to my other side and pulled my other ankle almost even with my head.
Splayed in this position, my hips were rolled up to where my entire ass was exposed. Alice casually walked over, raising her tee shirt over her head. She slipped her panties off and moved to her knees directly in front of me. With a hand on each of my thighs, she forced my legs back a little more, raising my asshole level with her clit. Her clit was big and hot and hard and I felt she could almost penetrate me with it. Rolling her hips, she worked her clit against my asshole and I felt a tremendous flush of arousal, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I could not suppress the low moaning that erupted from deep inside myself. My asshole seemed to yearn for more as she rubbed herself so lewdly against it.
"You see, Beth," Alice said, "this is the way a bitch is supposed to respond to her domme. Not just groaning about what she likes done to her but taking whatever she gets and going along with it."
"Well, of course it helps to be starving all her life for some real sex."