Joanne sat at in her bedroom as she listened to Freddy and Tom chatting downstairs. She was still processing the fact that she had been fucked by her son and then sucked his dick, even worse that she rimmed him and fingered him. What annoyed Joanne more was that she couldn't even deny that her son made her cum with his surprisingly big cock!
She looked at her phone and knew she had to meet up with Jason soon, he also wanted her in a bikini. She knew she couldn't get away with wearing a bikini at home otherwise Freddy and Tom would see her tattoos.
So trying to think of a solution, she texted her Master.
Joanne:
Master, my husband and son are in, do you mind if I come meet you somewhere else so they don't catch me?
As soon as she hit send Joanne thought about how this became normal to her now. Not too long ago she had admitted to herself that she was just a slave for her Master and Mistress, but since spending time with her family and how brutal Neil has been to her, Joanne has started to question. The longer she spends away from her owners and the more time she spends with her family, the more she yearns for a normal life.
However, she knew that wasn't going to happen that day.
Master Jason:
Good idea slave, meet me at your office carpark in your bikini.
Joanne hated the idea of being seen by her employees like that, but she knew better than to argue. She just prayed that no one would catch her.
She put on a red bikini, one that Claire bought for her so she knew it would be acceptable. It was a thong bikini and the top lifted her tits up beautifully. Her nipple piecing was showing through the bikini top and Joanne spent a minute looking at how much weight she seemed to have lost since being on a strict diet and fitness regime.
Joanne still wasn't quite happy with the size of her thick thighs and her slight belly, but it was definitely an improvement.
She put on normal clothes on top of the bikini and headed downstairs.
"I'm heading to work." She said, rushing past Freddy and Tom hoping to not have a conversation.
"What time are you coming back?" Freddy quickly asked her and she stopped in her tracks.
"Erm, I'm not sure." Joanne said back, not knowing what her Master had planned.
Suddenly, Tom appeared in the hallway and Joanne hated that she automatically looked down at his crotch.
Why do I have to know how big a cock my son has?!
Joanne criticised herself.
"We're thinking of going out for dinner." Tom said with a smile.
"Oh right," Joanne stuttered and forced herself to look away from her son, "I'll give you a call when I'm coming back."
"Okay, love you." Freddy said and kissed Joanne on her cheek.
She left the house and got into her car as a wave of guilt crashed throughout her body.
What am I going to do? We could actually be a happy family, but I'm a slave, aren't I?
She thought as she rocked her head back and forth.
Joanne then drove to work and parked as far as possible in the car park, although she could still see the windows into her office.
Without getting out of her car, Joanne stripped off and left on just the red bikini. Just as she finished, she saw a car pulling up next to her, sitting inside was Claire and Jason smiling at her.
She saw Jason mouth the words "Get in".
As fast as she could, Joanne rushed to his car in just her bikini, not even looking at the office in fear of someone seeing her and she quickly sat down in the back.
"Wait there whore." Claire said and moved to the back of the car and sat next to Joanne.
"H-hi, Mistress." Joanne stuttered.
"Hey slut, how was your beach day yesterday?" Claire asked and Jason started to drive.
"It was, nice. A big, black woman spotted my tattoo and made me lick her pussy in a public toilets, but she tasted amazing." Joanne admitted, reverting back to her submissive ways.
"Interesting," Claire said, "You're going to need to be in the office every day next week." She told her.
"Okay, how come?" Joanne asked, not having spent that much time in the office in a long time.
"Michelle is going to Jason's mates house to be a 24/7 whore for a few of the lads." Claire told her.
"Oh, right." Joanne replied, still feeling bad for how things have turned out with Michelle.
"For a lesbian, she sure does moan like a whore when she's taking black cock." Claire laughed.
"She squealed a lot when I first fucked that black arsehole." Jason then joked back to them.
Poor Michelle,
Joanne thought,
I know exactly what she's going through.
"I like your outfit," Claire said with a smile, "But why don't we let those big udders out?"
"N-now?" Joanne stuttered back to her. Worried that not only was it easy for anyone to see in the car, but they really hadn't gone far from her neighbourhood and she panicked someone she might now could see her.
"Do you really want me to repeat myself?" Claire asked her in a threatening tone.
"N-no, sorry Mistress." Joanne replied.
Although she definitely didn't want to, Joanne pulled her bikini over her head and unleashed her big, heavy tits.
Straight away Claire's hands were grabbing them both and playing with her nipple piercing. As much as she didn't want to like it, Joanne felt herself getting wetter from the touching.
"Ooow!" Joanne yelped out when Claire twisted both of her nipples hard and made them stand out hard.
"Be quiet slut!" Claire shouted and slapped her left tit hard.
Although Joanne hated being talked to like this, it was a lot better than with Neil.
They kept driving and Joanne cringed every time she saw someone on the street looking in and catching her with her tits on show.
When they pulled up to a red light there was a group of men who turned and gawked at her. Joanne's face burnt bright red when they started laughing and she felt utterly humiliated.
"Where are we going?" Joanne asked, not recognising the route they were taking.
"That doesn't matter, for now, come here and lick my cunt." Claire ordered.
Joanne turned her head and saw Claire had sat back, spread her legs and pulled her bikini to one side and her smooth pussy was on show.
Joanne desperately hated the idea of anyone looking into the car and seeing her going down on another woman, but the stern look on Claire's face made her not argue.
"Yes, Mistress." Joanne whispered.
She undid her seatbelt and leant down, pressing her tongue against Claire's already wet pussy and flicking it against her clit.
"Good whore," Claire moaned straight away, "We were looking at your first chat with Jason on that chatroom, all those months ago." Claire moaned out.
Hearing this, Joanne stopped licking in confusion but Claire tapped her head and she continued.
"Do you remember those days? When you were almost a loyal wife, barely had sex and definitely hadn't been with a woman," Claire asked, almost mockingly, "Now look at you, who knows how many cocks you've taken and you're definitely a cunt licking slut."
Each word cut through Joanne like a knife, humiliation burnt inside of her as she continued to please her Mistress who had turned her life upside down.
