51.A Morning full of Work
It was Saturday morning and Donna was out with her children on the gym track at the school. She was very relaxed as she sat alone at their usual table. Lisa was running now and Trixy tried throwing the discus a bit.
It was cold outside but not too cold. And she was dressed against the cold: a warm beige fur coat, together with thick black stockings, a red woolen plaid skirt, reaching somewhere hallway her thigh and creeping up higher now she was sitting. High heeled white leather boots, with warm wool inside, and a thick tight white blouse, outlining her nipples as her breasts were only supported with a push-up bra, covering only the lower part of her breasts which left her nipples free. The fur coat luckily covered her upper torso completely, hiding her nipples. In all, not proper clothing for the weekly school training but very good against the cold. And lately, very standard for Donna.
Her large peach mirror sunglasses hid her eyes, dark outlined and with an abundance of red eyeshadow, from view. This way she could observe her surroundings unnoticed. Other mothers, families, were observing her. They were ridiculing her outfit, her abundance of make-up. They could see her bright red lips, the blush she had used, and the way her hair was now with blonde streaks. Still a bob, showing off her large hoop earrings. She could see them snickering, see them gossiping. Her reputation was quickly going down the drain, that was for sure.
But somehow, she started to feel contempt for these families. With their snobbish ways, thinking they are so much better than others, she did not like them anymore. What did they know that they could judge her? Were they ever confronted with problems like hers? No, they never were, so they had no right to judge. She was beginning to despise them for their simple mindedness.
She stretched her left leg on purpose to show off her long, well trained, leg with the white boot. The few men in the audience noticed and it pissed-off their women. She smiled knowing she had her revenge. They would not dare to confront her now.
With the mothers handled, she focused back on her kids. That was so much better. This morning was so delightfully different from her recent experiences. She had always loved these 'soccer mom' moments, where she was only busy with her kids, her family. How she loved them, how she missed them. Yes, she missed her old life. But, if her new life allowed her these moments a bit more... she could stand it.
She clapped loudly and shouted encouragements to Lisa as she finished. Lisa had given her utmost and was sweating all over, but took her time to wave at Donna, her mother, with a smile. Donna felt her heart jump a few beats and returned the wave with her own and a very big smile.
With tears welling up in her eyes, Donna turned to look at her other child, Trixy. She had seen it too, and as she saw her mother look at her she gave her a big thumbs up. Stifling a laugh and a tear, Donna returned the sign. She was an emotional wreck but oh so happy. Lisa was acknowledging her again!
"You are Cutty?"
Disturbed, Donna looked up at the woman who had sneaked up to her and was now standing by her table.
"I figured as much." The woman said as she sat in Lisa's chair. "You are Cutty, the mother of those lovely ladies on the field. The wardrobe kind of gave you away."
Confused and with suspicion, Donna looked at her visitor. The dark blond lady was dressed in a beige business suit covered by a brown coat, and looked very sharp, very executive. Who was she? What did she want?
"I am here to use your services." The lady explained as she looked Donna over. "I need some relief, and Ms. Brendan assured me you are really good. A bit inexperienced maybe, but good."
Donna now knew the lady was informed of her situation. But was she really implying to have sex with her? here? That could not be true, could it?
"Come, I do not have all day." The lady said, as she patted Donna on her thigh. "You can do me and be back before they have their break."
The lady got up and walked away in the direction of the parking lot of the school.
Donna looked around and got up too. She knew it would be foolish not to follow. The lady knew Ms. Brendan, so there would be grave consequences if she did not. But what was required of her, and more questionable, where?
She followed the lady to the parking lot where she got in a large extended limousine, with dark tinted glasses. Not the most discrete type of car. But you could not see what was going on inside.
Donna walked up to the car, and one of the rear dark tinted glasses opened a bit.
"Get in."
Donna opened the back door and got in, glad to be out of the windy parking lot. She nestled herself onto the deeply padded seat and examined the interior. It was of a nice brown leather, looked pretty new, definitely something Ms. Brendan would like.
There was an open bottle of champagne in a bucket with ice and the lady was pouring herself a glass.
"Ok, I had a rough meeting this morning and need to get some frustration out of my system. So, no pleasantries. Just expose your breasts, get between my legs and start licking."
With that, the lady made herself comfortable on her seat, spread her legs, took a sip from her champagne, and looked expectantly at Donna.
"Well?" She said impatiently when she saw Donna waver, "Get going, Cutty."
Donna dropped her coat and willed herself forward onto her knees. She opened her blouse, exposing her breasts with the free nipples and bent forward.
"Ow, come on, will you!" The lady said annoyed as she pulled down her own panties.
Donna pushed her head up the lady's legs, into the awaiting vagina. She inhaled the musk scent and set her mind at zero as she started to lick the dry labia.
"Fucking whore, use more spit! You're hurting me!"
Donna gathered more saliva in her mouth and used her tongue to coat the lips she was slobbering on. The lady smelled pungent. She was really dry. Maybe too agitated? Donna just hoped she would be able to get her off fast.
"Shit, I needed this." The lady sighed relieved moving a bit to give Donna better access. "A stupid fucking soccer mom in whore clothing sucking on my clit, while her children are outside, training with the track team, in total oblivion."
"Come on, faster, Cutty! Faster!" The lady ordered as she grabbed Donna's hair painfully and thrusted Donna's face deeper into her vagina.
Donna could hear the lady gulp down the champagne as she was trying to lick her client to the best of her abilities. But the lady was so rough with her, making it very difficult to do her job.
"Oh, you fucking whore! Low life slut! Dumb cunt! Don't think, just lick. Let me ride your face!"
Donna really tried to lick but, in fact, the lady was just rubbing her vagina across Donna's face, which was now rapidly getting wet.
"Fuck!!!" The lady shouted out, as she sprayed her juices over Donna's face, after which Donna was roughly pushed away.
"Yesss! ...I needed that." The lady said, breathing heavily, as she collected herself.
She picked up her panties and slipped them on.
"How much?" She asked Donna.
"Uhmmm?" Donna could only say, still flabbergasted by the experience.
"Dumb cunt, don't you know your own rates?" The lady fumed and pulled out her wallet. "Here fifty bucks for a lousy job! I basically had to do all the work. Now go back to that nice family of yours, you fucking whore. Give them my STD."
The lady slammed the fifty dollars on the side table and got out of the car.
Donna breathed heavily as she recuperated from this... this assault, this rape.
After a few minutes she heard a familiar voice come over the limo's intercom: "You have to get out too, Cutty."
