Executives Slut Ch 03

CHAPTER 3: THE GIRLS

"Karen... my slut."

Mrs. Baldwin promised to be in touch and she wasn't letting much time go by. Tuesday morning and I was humming in the kitchen cleaning up after a late breakfast. Yes, it took me a moment to notice the cell buzzing on the counter. I was naked with the headphones on. I was distracted. My fingers finding my nipples and wet pussy in between putting things away or into the dishwasher. My mind relaxed but at the same time filled with feelings of service and pleasure I desire to give.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"A couple of the girls are coming over at noon to spend the afternoon around the pool. Did you notice the pool?"

I hadn't. "The girls, ma'am?"

"Yes, James and I know them from our group. We get together now and then. I want them to meet you."

"The pool... I didn't notice, no. We'll be swimming then? I should bring a swimsuit."

She chuckled. It sounds devious. "No... no swimsuit for you. Come wearing a coverup as if you were going to the beach. And sandals. You won't need anything else, dear." My body tingled. Maybe I was getting psychic and that was why I was thinking about service and pleasure...

I was halfway to her house when my cell phone chimed. I looked at the screen that read, 'Ma'am'. I pressed the button, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Karen, would you stop on the way for a couple bottles of wine? I'll reimburse you, of course. Merlot, maybe?"

"Uhmm... ma'am..." I was almost naked. The only cover-up I owned was thin enough to almost be see-through, so short it just barely covered my ass cheeks and only tied at the waist. My large breast moved with my walk. The gap on top plunged down and it gapped on the bottom with each step. I had to knot the tie to keep it in place. But I relented. I committed to doing what they asked. "Yes, ma'am, of course."

I spotted a small liquor store in a strip mall on the way and turned in. I stepped out of the car with my purse and stood behind the open door to adjust the cover-up. Any inch of additional coverage would now be important. The store was empty. An older man worked sorting something behind the counter. There were aisles of wine but I spotted overhead signs indicating wine types and moved to the merlot section. I wondered about the brand. I wasn't wine-savvy, though I drank it. If I was buying it for home, I would look at the lower selves where the prices were less but I was sure Mrs. Baldwin didn't worry about the cost. Besides, I would as soon not be bending over to the lower shelves in this outfit. I settled on a name I recognized that was on the high-moderate price range.

Then, I had a new concern. I moved toward the front of the store and felt my purse slip. With a bottle in each hand, my purse was slung over my shoulder. The leather strap of the purse pulled the slippery material of the cover-up down my shoulder after the second step. That, of course, gapped the top even more. I carefully walked to the counter hoping the strap didn't slip off my shoulder pulling the material with it. The way the man at the counter watched me it was clear he was enjoying the view. I knew my breasts were swaying and jiggling even as I tried controlling my walk. The material was a subdued floral print and I hoped the pattern would conceal the impression of my nipples underneath.

I was shaking by the time I got back to the car. I should have taken my keys out at the counter but didn't. Holding the sack of wine against my left breast, I fumbled in my purse for the keys and, of course, dropped them. I glanced back at the store to find the man standing at the window watching. It was a slow time for him and he had seen enough to be curious. I thought about the reason behind the Mrs. Baldwin's reason for having me do these things and made a decision. What the hell. They wanted me to experience the thrill of almost being seen exposed or, even better if it happened, to be exposed. So, I turned my back to the window and bent over to grasp the keys off the ground... without bending my knees. Just then, a light breeze caused a flutter of the bottom of my cover-up. I knew the combination flashed my ass. As I settled in at the wheel, my heart was pounding and my hard nipples were pressing against the fabric. The man was still standing at the window watching, a smile on his face. As I put the car into reverse, I wiggled my fingers at him feeling like a terrible tease. What an amazing feeling!

I pulled into the curved drive at the Baldwin home and stopped behind two much nicer cars already there. Again, as I approached the door, Mrs. Baldwin opened the door. She had large sunglasses pushed up on top of her head, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Her trim body I had come to know so intimately only days before was barely covered in the tiny bikini she wore. She took my purse from my shoulder and dropped it on the bench by the door, then kissed me full on the lips while one hand slid up my body from my hip to encase a breast. The excitement of flashing the man at the store instantly was re-ignited and I returned her kiss with passion.

She led me straight through the house to the back. The pool was located beyond a covered patio area containing a grilling station which might have been the reason I did see it Sunday morning. Clearing the covered patio, I saw two more women. Mrs. Baldwin opened one bottle of wine at the grilling station and we each took two glasses out to the pool area. She introduced us. Barb is about 30 years old, black hair cut to her shoulders, also a trim body wearing an equally skimpy bikini. Jan looks somewhere between us in age, longish blonde hair, wearing a bikini but covering a little bit more. She is also in good shape. Both women, like Mrs. Baldwin, have C-cup breasts.

Mrs. Baldwin takes my glass and sets it on a table between two lounge chairs and wastes no time in pull the tie of my cover-up and slipping it off. Once again, I am the only one naked, though the other women aren't far from it. Barb stands and takes up a tube of sunscreen.

"My, my... look at those white tits. Somebody hasn't let those girls out to play in the sun."

Jan has now risen, too. Mrs. Baldwin has stepped back a bit. Apparently, she intends to just watch whatever is about to happen. What is about to happen is the two women squeezing lotion onto their hands and rubbing it into my entire body. I soon have two sets of hands rubbing my body. Though every inch of me is covered, the two women are spending far more time and interest on my larger breasts, my ass, and mound, all of which are quite white as Barb declared. And, she was right about my exposure to the sun. Exposure to the sun means potential exposure to some of the world and that could never have happened before. Although I had a two-piece suit, these women would find its modesty curious.

Jan was focused on my mound with the lotion but after spreading it over my exposed skin, her attention shifted to what wasn't exposed. With two fingers, she stroked on either side of my slit. She squeezed her first and third fingers together as she stroked, pressing my lips together and putting pressure on my clit. Barb was now rolling my nipples with one hand and stroking a finger between my ass cheeks, gliding over my asshole. Nobody had ever touched me there before and it was now feeling very erotic. It was, of course, magnified by the attention Jan was putting into touching my pussy. My legs had opened to the attention from both sides. Jan now added the use of the second finger which slid along my slit while the other two squeezed. It sent a shiver through me as her fingers pressed on my clit from the sides and top. Then, her finger pressed between my lips and I groaned as it slid down and into my hole.

My body tightened. The finger in my pussy, slowly moving in and out felt amazing. It was just a finger compared to all that had happened in the recent days, but I was outside, naked with women I didn't know, yet I felt at peace with it all. Mrs. Baldwin clearly wanted this to happen and I responded with easy compliance. No thought. No understanding. No worry. Some embarrassment at being so openly manipulated but no worries.

Then, it escalated. Barb's finger at my ass pressed against my asshole and slipped past the tight ring of muscle to gently probe inside like Jan's in my pussy. I groaned, gasped, and shivered. My eyes closed and my mouth sagged open as a new sensation erotically coursed through me. My legs became weak and I felt an additional pair of hands on my arms giving support. Then, the fingers were gone. I felt suddenly empty and frustrated as I was guided to a lounge where I collapsed.

I heard Jan's words through the fog that had come over me and I blushed. "You're right, Abby. She is hot and responsive. She instantly juiced up before I could even enter her."

Mrs. Baldwin was standing next to me. I looked up at her, squinting into the sunny sky to focus on her face. She was smiling. "Very good, Karen." She handed me my wine. "We are going to have a lot of fun with you."

It sounded ominous but it didn't feel that way to me. She lightly touched my breast and caressed it. She looked across me to her two friends as her fingers caressed me. I focused on her as she spoke to them. "Yes, James and I also discovered how responsive she is. You'd be surprised that she is actually quite naïve and inexperienced in sex but she is very willing and committed to serve and pleasure as James and I desire her to. I want you two to assist me in introducing her to female-on-female sex." I blushed deeper. I could feel the warmth flooding my body and electrifying every erotic nerve ending. She turned her eyes and we locked onto each other. "You were a good submissive last weekend." A prideful smile formed on my mouth and my body tingled more. "You pleased James and me. Now, you'll please my friends and me." It wasn't a question or request. It was a statement, if not a command. "Though you showed you are indeed willing, you are too inexperienced to be called a slut, yet. You want to be more than submissive, you want to be our slut?"

My nipples became so hard they almost hurt. My pussy flooded and I felt moisture escape my lips and trickle down. "Yes, ma'am! My most earnest desire is to be able to please you and Mr. Baldwin in every possible way you might conjure up."

She used her index finger and thumb to take hold of a nipple. She pulled on it, extending it from my breast. She twisted it. She pinched it hard. I winced at the torment but my eyes remained focused on hers. She smiled at my response and I felt a glow of my own. "You will find that some measure of pain can be very erotic, too. But... that is not the lesson for today." She looked past me, again, at her friends. "These ladies are not only my friends but are a part of a group of people where James and I share sexual exploration and each other. The three of us are bisexual and enjoy the female body as much as a hard cock. Today, you will begin learning what that feels like and how to also please a woman." Her eyes back to me, "You did well last weekend but there is more to learn."

"Yes, ma'am. I am yours to use and instruct." She smiled and kissed me. I said it with a smile and excitement in my eyes because that was what was coursing through my body and mind. This feeling, this desire, this need to serve and please the Baldwins consumed me and I was very much aware of my shortcoming in experience and knowledge but that awareness was balanced with the enthusiasm of a new student to a subject that captivates her. That is me, self-motivated to experience and learn, to be molded into the shape of the kind of submissive slut Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin imagined.

She looked to her friends and asked, "Ladies, how shall we begin?"

Barb, with the black hair, excitedly offered, "A daisy chain." Mrs. Baldwin agreed, a good start for someone new, she agreed.

The other women quickly stripped off their bikinis, which took no time. Cushions were pulled from the lounges and arranged together on the tiled surface that surrounded the pool. The women lay down on their right sides all facing inward and did seem to form a circle or square, maybe. There was an open space between Jan and Barb. As I got into position, Barb raised her left leg exposing her pussy. The other women did the same thing and what was happening hit me. All four of us would be eating a pussy as our own was being eaten. I wondered if the arrangement was purposeful on Mrs. Baldwin's part to provide me with the immediate experience of tasting a new pussy or if it was happenstance. Either way, I was indeed getting the opportunity to sample my second pussy. As Jan's lips and tongue made contact with my open pussy, my own mouth began sampling Barb's pussy.

I was lost in the moment, instantly. All four of us were shaved. What hit me was the difference even visually. Barb's pussy lips seemed lower and tighter somehow, though I was pretty sure this had nothing to do with the amount of intercourse involved. I might, in time, become more aware of pussy types but for now, I just applied myself and enjoyed the feeling being given by Jan. From the tight circle of mouths munching on pussies came an increasing chorus of muffled sighs, groans, moans, and panting. I focused on a mantra Mrs. Baldwin supplied just days before: the best lovers focus solely on their current partner. I was focused only on increasing the pleasure sounds escaping from Barb, though my own sounds of pleasure sometimes made that hard to discern.

There was a slow untangling of bodies. Where and who started it, I wasn't sure but Jan's lips left my pussy and Barb rolled onto her back separating her pussy from my mouth. I took a moment to savor the erotic tingling slowly ebbing and from the collective sighs, I gathered the other women were doing the same.

Then, "Karen, I think we need more wine."

I rolled to my knees and stood. "Yes, ma'am." I looked down at the women who for a moment remained sprawled with arms to the side and legs open. Each pussy was glistening with juice and saliva. When I returned with a tray of filled glasses, I wondered what she had in store for me if I wasn't also drinking. The women had replaced each cushion to the lounges and were reclined with sunglasses in place. As I bent to hand a glass to Mrs. Baldwin, she pulled me down and whisper instructions. While they relaxed, I was to move from woman to woman eating pussy and wait for further instruction.

Over the weekend, I was used but had not been instructed to serve in a non-sexual way. I had a feeling that was changing. Today, I will be serving them while availing myself for sexual stimulation.

After handing Barb her glass of wine, I placed the tray on the ground, parted her legs, and knelt between them on the lounger. She watched me as I dutifully lowered my face to her crotch, my tongue extending to lick the length of her already wet and open pussy. She sighed and put her head back, not sipping from her glass until I kissed her pussy lips, clit, and the insides of her thighs before moving to Jan, the next in line.

As I knelt between Jan's legs and resumed eating another pussy, I could feel the sun beating on my naked back and butt. The women had been teasing me at the first sight of my white breasts and ass but it was also very true. My body had been treated conservatively, never exposed to sun or air except in the privacy of the bedroom or shower. Now... my body was at the discretion of others. I moved from lounge chair to lounge chair, kneeling between spread legs to eagerly lap, tongue, and suck on the next pussy. In a way, I began treating this as a Pussy 201 course after my first experience with Mrs. Baldwin on the weekend (Pussy 101). As diligently as I applied myself to the pussies at hand, I also availed myself of the opportunity to inspect the similarities and differences. They all had similar smells with slight variations that I wouldn't attempt to guess the reason. All tasted similar, again with the slight variations. I noticed that Barb's pussy had small open outer lips while Jan's were small and closed. Mrs. Baldwin's pussy outer lips were open with the inner lips exposed inside... just like mine... I've spent time lately inspecting mine.

When Mrs. Baldwin called a halt to my efforts as the wine was drained, I meekly asked for more protective lotion.

"Good idea, dear. Nothing is gained by you becoming sunburned. In time, you'll be tanned." True. All three women had nearly lineless tans. Nudity was obviously something they enjoyed frequently outside and a private pool made that possible, though I doubted this was the only place they practiced it.

It was time for the pool and it felt good after so much sun on my light skin. I became the center of attention, of course, in very short order. They seemed to relish touching and probing me and watching my nervous reaction to the assault of hands and fingers over every erogenous part of my body. They trapped me between them and I soon had my breasts and nipples being mauled while my pussy was being pummeled with three fingers and one in my asshole. It was the first time I was seriously assaulted there and it sent a serious shiver through my body.

The pool was only to cool off, though, as it turned out. As the women reclined to dry off in the sun, I refilled wine glasses and served them. There was some serious build-up of sexual tension and it was obvious on all of them... and me... as I served their needs. As they sipped from their glasses, I offered strawberries and mixed cut-up fruit. Barb made a show of examining a large strawberry, then instructing me to part my legs. That drew the attention of the other women. Her fingers slowly brought the strawberry to my open legs and pussy. She moved the berry over my lips front to back. I was super-charged sexually and it didn't take much more for the soft berry to part my outer lips, then inner lips as she applied gentle pressure. I felt the berry open my hole. She left it there and pointed to Jan. I made an assumption of what was expected. Based on everything else, it seemed like a valid assumption. I turned and stepped over the lounger Jan was reclined in, shuffled to her head, and lowered my body to her mouth. Her tongue probed my pussy, then a finger slipped inside, hooked the trapped berry, and pulled it out into her mouth.

A short discussion ensued about the flavor resulting in Jan repeating it and sending me to Mrs. Baldwin. She, perhaps more confident in using me, took longer in seeking the berry. She relied more on trying to suck the berry out while adding an assault on my clitoris by pinching, pressing, and twisting it roughly. By the time she inserted her finger to retrieve the berry, I was close to an orgasm. I moved on wobbly legs back to Barb with another berry inside me. She must have been paying attention as she too devoted effort to just sucking while her fingers assaulted my nipples in the same way. I was sent along the line in this manner until I exploded in an orgasm. I shook so hard. I came over to Mrs. Baldwin and she later told me she watched my pussy open and close as the orgasm coursed through me. I found myself leaning on my arms braced against the head of the lounger, my legs threatening to fold under me. She pulled me down on top of her and wrapped me in her arms. She whispered soft, encouraging words into my ear telling me there was something especially erotic and exciting to have a beautiful mature woman given in to her sexual pleasure. I weakly glowed with my face buried in her long hair. An inner voice exulted to me, 'She's happy with you! You please her!'

The moment was exulting but she had more in store for me. She encouraged me off, rose, and took my hand. She led me to the house and the other women followed. There was more to this afternoon than had previously penetrated my mind. There was an almost orchestrated element to what was happening when the women all moved to shoulder bags they had brought. Each dug into the bags and came out with dildos with straps attached. I had heard about these but nothing in my controlled life with Gerald had prepared me for it. Mrs. Baldwin called out my name... slut. Hearing the word, I turned to find her exiting the family room for the stairs. She was taking us up to the bedroom and the other two women stood naked with their strap-ons in hand behind me with leering, hungry looks. The looks could have been seen on predatory wolves fixed on a slab of red meat or... predatory women fixed on a new recipient for use and abuse.