Summary:
Pussy 8: Meredith discovers the joys of eating ass.
Note:
This is dedicated to
Stephen
who requested the series.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Tex Beethoven
for editing yet another wicked series.
Note 3:
This is chapter seven of an ongoing series.
In Chapter One, Meredith is at home alone with her 8-month-old baby while her husband is constantly away working and neglecting her sexual needs. She spies through her bedroom window her 18-year-old female next door neighbour (a gorgeous girl from Italy) being sexually pleasured by another woman, and then another one, and then even more. This sparks a flame inside Meredith, awakening her curiosity to explore her own same sex desires. She discovers there's a neighborhood secret Pillow Princess Service Club, where older women sign up to frequently be summoned by younger women to pleasure them sexually. She signs up out of lust and curiosity, and she's immediately summoned by that same beautiful next door neighbour Bianca, whereupon she goes next door and eats her pussy. Which begins Meredith's journey into submissive lesbianism.
In Chapter two, Meredith is hailed during her walk of shame home from Bianca's back yard, and she's convinced into going across the street to the wife of a congressman Miranda Bellencourt's house to service her stocking-clad feet, eat her pussy, and get her own pussy fucked (with a strap-on), which was the first time Meredith had been fucked in a year and a half.
In Chapter Three, Meredith drives a few blocks away to her former high school bully's house, where she's surprised to be greeted by a naked Miranda (with a bright red butt) who's being punished for using Meredith before the more important, younger, pillow princesses... this punishment includes Miranda being spanked (a
lot
), and being required to fuck herself in the ass with a large cucumber. Meredith services her third pussy, her high school bully's daughter's, whereupon said bully enters the house, and before long begins fucking her pussy... although sadly, not long enough to get her off... before Meredith rushes out to take care of pussy number four.
In Chapter Four, Meredith drives to a stranger's house... a cute Swedish young lady... where she discovers the joys of face sitting.
In Chapter Five, a phone call from her mother gives Meredith more freedom to explore her newfound submissive love for pussy, since her Mom offers to take her daughter for the rest of the weekend. Meredith drives to the next address, and finds it's a yoga studio. After some brief hesitation, she enters the business front, and is soon servicing the receptionist, a youngish girl, under her desk while the girl continues working... greeting clients, etc.. Then with her three tasks completed, she returns to her car wondering now what... and what comes next is half of that 'now what'....
In Chapter Six, as Meredith continues her pussy pleasing tour, she is ordered to go to a house, where she services two young women and discovers the orgasmic bliss of being fisted.
And now, continuing immediately after the end of part 6....
PILLOW PRINCESS CLUB Ch. 7:
Once I was back in my car, I once again checked my phone.
SILKSTOCKINGSLOVER
had replied. I clicked on it, and she'd only said:
Maybe.
Not much of an answer, but since she hadn't said no, I interpreted her response as a cryptic 'yes'.
I responded back.
MILFMER: I'll take that as a yes. Which means you're my FAVOURITE writer!
ZZTOP
had also responded:
I plan to do that as soon as I get back to the city. Unfortunately, that's a couple weeks away. Currently in Paris. I just fucked a hot girl who's a dancer at the Moulin Rouge.
I loved the Moulin Rouge movie staring Nicole Kidman, and seeing the real show was high on my bucket list.
MILFMER: I'm so jealous of that dancer, and also that you visited the Moulin Rouge. I take it you got to see the show.
Deciding to check another message or two while I was still regaining my strength from the fist fucking that had usurped all my energy, I clicked on New Messages.
PREACHERSDAUGHTER: Want to worship me?
Was she really a preacher's daughter? That would be hot. I don't know why, but a series called Church Girl by SILKSTOCKINGSLOVER (all caps because I was pretty sure she was the one who'd texted me) was one of my favourite lesbian series, even though it was about a MILF seducing a minister's innocent daughter. Even though I regularly (okay, irregularly) attended church, there was something so taboo and kinky about stories that misused religion. In fairness, I should mention that even with all the sex the girl began having, she never seemed to lose any of her innocence, and she wasn't the least bit unhappy about all the changes in her lifestyle.
MILFMER: I'd love to. Are you really a preacher's daughter?
The preacher at my church only had sons, so I knew she wasn't his daughter.
I clicked on another message.
SEXYSWITCH: welcome to the Club.
I responded, knowing a switch was a woman who was happy being either submissive
or
dominant.
MILFMER: Thank you very much. It has been a crazy day.
FOOTSIES: Would you like worshipping a girl's feet?
I'd never paid much attention to feet... but now having licked Miranda's nylon-clad sole, sucked her toes, and even had my pussy rubbed by her foot, I thought maybe I
would
like it.
MILFMER: I don't know, but I'll be willing to try someday.
I checked one more, before figuring I should start driving to ANALANNIE, who'd sent me her address, and it was only a few blocks away.
BEGGINGBITCH: Hey, Meredith! I am so thrilled you've joined. I wanted to show you the Club's app the last few times I was over, but I had no idea how to bring it up. I knew if I could get you involved, you could discover how beautiful you are, and get out of the funk you are in from Jack's neglect.
I immediately knew who BEGGINGBITCH was. She was my good friend and neighbour (well, she lived three doors down) Carolyn. She was the only person I'd ever told (read: poured my heart out to) about my insecurities and frustrations because of Jack... except for my best friend from high school who'd moved to Green Bay a few years ago.
So Carolyn was a member too!
And a submissive?
She was a strong-willed woman.
She'd suggested I peg Jack... like she often did to her husband Doug. She wore the pants in her family (which was only a figure of speech in her case, since she always wore dresses or skirts).
No, I didn't think she was submissive at all.
Except... was she submissive to her daughter? That seemed to be universal in the Club. Eve had just finished her third year of nursing and was living back home again, and she volunteered at the nearby hospital. She was a cute brunette with green eyes, who was engaged to a hunky guy who'd just been drafted in the first round of the NFL. I can't remember which team, except it has some bird or other for a mascot... sports aren't my thing at all. \
I responded.
MILFMER: Carolyn, is that you?
There were some more messages I wanted to read, but ANALANNIE messaged me again:
Are you on your way?
MILFMER: Just leaving my last appointment. Be there soon; you are only a few blocks away.
I drove for only two minutes to get there, my head spinning the entire way, since I
really
wanted to know if that was Carolyn. I was 99% sure it was her... I mean it had to be. Except I couldn't fathom her ever begging for anything. If anything, she could be a complete bitch... although not very often.
As I pulled up to a duplex, my phone beeped.
I had another text message... from Carolyn!
I clicked on it and saw a picture of her on her knees licking a pussy. The words that went with it said
: Carolyn can't reply right now, since she is busy licking my pussy... which you too will be eating very soon... but yes, BEGGINGBITCH is your good friend Carolyn.
Wow!
I responded:
Eve, I'm greatly looking forward to being in the exact same position as my best friend is right now.
But she responded:
BEGGINGBITCH: Guess again. I'm not Eve.
Huh?
But anyway, I then hid my phone beneath my seat like I'd done at every stop... stepped out... no longer bothering to look around to see if anyone might see me in my skanky maid's outfit... any shame long gone... submission and lust guiding my way... and I headed to the duplex on the left.
I knocked on the door, and a voice called out, "Come in."
I walked in, wondering if anyone ever locked their doors after joining the Pillow Princess Service Club.
I found my way into the living room, where a large woman in her fifties (I'm guessing) was sitting on one of those really comfortable chairs you can lean back. She looked up at me and said, not at all fazed by my appearance, apparel, or why I was here, "My daughter's room is upstairs: second door on the left."
"Uh, thanks," I said, finding this encounter much more awkward than most of them had been today.
"Have fun!" she said brightly, which only added to the surreal strangeness of the situation, since I assumed she was Annie's mother, but knew exactly why I was here an didn't mind in the least. So in essence, she was cheerily telling me to have fun sexing her daughter. Weird, yet somehow oddly kinky in a pleasant way.
"Thank you, I hope to," I said, trying to act casual about a hot situation... although perhaps she too was a member of the Club.
I went upstairs and passed the first room on the left, then a bathroom on the right, and arrived at an open door on the left.
I walked in and saw a woman was already between Annie's legs... and from the red dress she was wearing, I knew who it was right away. Since Carolyn had been wearing a red dress in the picture I'd just been sent.
My surprises today continued compounding on surprises.
"Carolyn, your friend is here," a very cute brunette, her hair in pigtails and looking very young, her room filled with teddy bears and looking more like a tween's bedroom than an eighteen-year-old's, which I was sure was the minimum age for Club members.
"No, what?" Carolyn asked, as she removed her head from between the knee-high-sock covered legs of the girl, and turned around to see me... her eyes showing her shock... and her lips glistening with beautiful pussy wetness.
"Hi, Carolyn," I said.
"Hey, Meredith," she responded. "Nice outfit."
"Miranda," I said, knowing that simply saying her name would be enough for Carolyn to understand why I was dressed this sluttily.