BARBIE    Three months ago, I was your everyday housewife and mother of three–two boys, Phil, 15; Joey, 13; and a girl of twelve, Sandy. My husband, Maxwell Blake, is a big-shot attorney with the DA’s office. Cheating on Max never entered my mind, and probably never would have had we not moved across the street from Staci and Joe. I was so straight, if I masturbated more than once a month, I felt guilty.

The life of a housewife with all kids in school is boring to the extreme. Staci ended my boredom and made me what I am today. I freely admit I am a sex junkie, a whore, a slut. Sex is all I think about, and no perversion turns me off. I want my sex down and dirty, filthy and disgusting.

In fantasy, I wanted everyone to know the new me. In reality, I didn’t want to advertise that fact, but I had no desire to reverse the self-destructive course Staci had me on.

I was like the junkie that knows where the addiction will lead, but doesn’t want help. I feared my sexual addiction would virtually destroy my marriage. I’d lose my children and possibly wind up in prison. I couldn’t help that. The risks outweighed the consequences, because the sex was that good.

I love Staci for what she’s done. She took her time with me, got to know me, inside and out, then began her expert manipulations that led me to where I am now. The journey has been a long and difficult one for me, but nothing worthwhile comes easy as my father would say. Eight months of patient prodding has paid off for both me and Staci.

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 Angie’s Long Day (part six of series)

   Cara had called the night before, telling her that she had a present for her. She’d arrived at Angie’s house about fifteen minutes before school started, after Angie’s parents had gone to work. She carried a small white gift bag, its handles tied together with a red bow.

“What is it” Angie asked in anticipation. She knew it had to be something good.

Cara walked on into the kitchen and handed the bag to her. “Go ahead and open it.”

She pulled one end of the bright red ribbon and reached in, pulling out a small but sturdy leather harness that had a little padlock in the buckle located on one side. Angie giggled.

“Take off your skirt and panties and stand on the chair,” Cara told her. Angie obeyed, stepping up onto one of the wooden dining chairs. Cara took the lock off and had her step through one loop of the harness, then pulled two toys from her purse. She secured them through separate holes in the crotch of the harness, snapping them into place. She slid the one closest to her between her lips, lubricating it with her mouth, just in case, and inserted it into Angie’s cunt. Angie moaned a short moan and smiled. Cara walked around behind her and sucked on the slightly smaller toy, being sure to leave more saliva on it, and spread the younger girl’s ass cheeks, pushing the fat little pink cock inside. Angie grunted at the sudden presence of it and squirmed as Cara tightened all of the straps, then buckled and locked the harness at her hip.

“There. You’ll wear that until I see you tomorrow evening,” Cara said cheerfully.

“Tomorrow” Angie gaped at her.
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 Angie’s Show (part seven of series)

   Angie arrived at Cara’s house by taxi at five minutes til seven, with twilight already falling. She had asked why Cara couldn’t pick her up at school, and was told that there were things she still had to do. Angie pulled her overnight bag with her as she got out, paid the driver, and waited until he had gone before going up the walk to knock at the door. Cara answered almost immediately. The cordless phone was cradled between her left ear and shoulder.

“Go take a shower. Just a quick one. Don’t lollygag,” she was instructed as soon as she stepped inside.

Angie nodded and put her bag down on the coffee table to dig for nicer clothes, but Cara shook her head. She pointed at a dark red shopping bag at the other end of the sofa, then nudged her in the direction of the bathroom.

She dropped articles of clothing as she went, knowingly trying Cara’s patience. A few minutes later, Cara came in, leaning in the doorway just as she was getting ready to shave herself.

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 Angie’s Misbehavior (part five of series)

He had wanted to fuck her up against the same wall he had gotten to last time, but she wanted to keep him from making a garden of hickies across her chest again. She had been the one to suggest him doing her from behind.

I’m gonna come,” he grunted.

Don’t come in me. Do it on me.”

Where at”

Just on the outside.”

He pulled out of her. She felt the head of his small dick rubbing against her pussy as he masturbated himself the rest of the way, then the warm ropes of come as they hit her. She grinned, but he couldn’t see it in the darkness.

Angie stood up straight and smoothed her skirt down, enjoying the feeling of the boy’s come smearing between her thighs, still dripping slowly downward. School would be out in just about forty-five minutes, and she’d head to Cara’s car again. It had been two weeks since she’d seen her. She had been suckered into going to her father’s family reunion the Friday before, so she didn’t get to see Cara and Joey. She couldn’t wait for Cara to discover what was between her legs today, though.

Are you on something” Robbie asked as he tucked his shirt in.

Huh”

Are you on the pill or something”

Oh, yeah, I’m on the pill.”

She had been taking the birth control pills her mother had forced her to get. She was being a good girl, where that was concerned.
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 Angie in Heat (part four of series)

    She approached her parents’ bedroom door silently, listening to the grunts coming from within. She clamped a hand over her mouth to smother a giggle before she found the door ajar. She crouched lower and inched close, being careful to not bump it and risk being found spying.

The lights were dim, with only one of the bedside lamps on. Her father was sitting against the headboard, legs spread, with her mother kneeling and bend over between them, working her head up and down on his cock. The grunts were coming from him. One of his hands was holding a clump of her mother’s hair in a fist, and every few dips of her head, he held her there for a few seconds.

Stop,” he said, pushing her away and getting up onto his knees, guiding her a bit roughly to turn around. He spread her ass cheeks and pushed his cock into her. She whimpered a little.

Angie forced herself away from the door and hurried to her room, jumping into bed. Under the covers, she slipped off her panties and pressed her fingers against her clit, feeling the slickness that had already worked its way over her pussy. She rubbed herself to an orgasm that was far less satisfying than she would have liked, sucked the wetness from her fingers, and fell asleep.
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A Housecall for Angie (part three of series)

Hello” she answered breathlessly, with more than a little aggravation in her voice. She choked back a groan as Davey pulled at her cunt to put one of his back legs over her, putting them ass-to-ass again.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the line. You sound like you’re a bit busy.”

Angie squealed, Cara! Hi!”

The woman laughed. So, are you busy”

I’m, uh, a little tied up, so to speak.”

Mmm, I can imagine what kind of tied you are. Did I catch you at a bad time”

No, no. I’m sort of stuck for a while, anyway. You get to listen to me come at least one more time, though…” she added mischievously.

Oh, I can do better than that. Mind if I drop by”

Of course! I’d love to see you. I can’t exactly get to the door to unlock it, though. Come around to the back. The glass door is open.”

I’ll be there in ten minutes, then.”

And I’ll probably still be kind of stuck.”

Good. I’ll get to play along. I’ve got Joey with me, is that okay.”

Oh my God, yeah! Bring him!”

Cara laughed lightly at her enthusiasm. See ya soon!”
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I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)
• Gillian’s Makeover(Chapter 1)

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    I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.
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“Scotch on the rocks,” Caroline ordered from the gruffy, bald, old black bartender in the empty bar, “and make that a double!”
“Any particular brand?” Asked the fellow in his 40’s learing, trying to look at her cleavage. It wasn’t everyday one of these gorgous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint. She’s got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot lookig babe like this?
“Glenlevet, if you have it, if not, anything will do. Just hurry it up!”
“Here ya go miss,” he said placing the drink in front of her, “Glenlevet. I don’t get much call for single malts in here, but I keep a bottle just for those special occasions.”
“Yeah, well this is a special occasion all right,” and Caroline swallowed half her drink in one gulp before putting the glass back on the bar. “Yeah, it’s special all right. I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. That bastard! While I’m working on the case of my life, he’s off boffing the 18 year old that lives next door. Wait until I tell her parents! They’ll castrate him!”
With that statement, Caroline downed the rest of her drink, and pointed to her empty glass and nodded. Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence.
“They call me Jake,” said the black man casually introducig himself, then glanced up to see that she was staring at him almost as if……and was that another button open?
“I’m Caroline Huet,” Caroline said introducing herself, and downing the entire drink this time, before putting it in front of Jake for another, eyes becoming glassy, “and if you get me drunk…. Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before? Want one for a night?”
“Can’t say that you’d be the first, lady, Caroline, nor would you be a lady after I’ve had you,” and he put fresh ice in her glass, and poured once more, before putting the third double in front of her, and seeing another button undone, and half of her work skirt hiked up by the stool she was sitting on showing her garter snaps, and plenty of smooth white thigh above beige stocking tops.

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