Acquisition 7/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
Another week of workouts ended and Pam's measurements continued to
improve slowly. Bess made no attempt to disguise her sexual stimulation
of Pam. Also, during workouts Bess would occasionally paddle Pam for
both of their enjoyment. Bess would constantly cup Pam's breasts, run
her hands across Pam's body and press herself against her. On the other
days Bess would bind Pam's arms after having her do chores. With the
housewife in heels and defenseless Bess kept up the stimulation. The X-
rated videos stayed on the TV for hours and Bess often pinched Pam's
nipples and fingered her labia. In a word, Bess kept her neighbor on a
sexual edge. An edge that would be honed later in Pam's room. Honed
when Bess would labor above the wife and mother as she fucked her for
upwards of an hour, nonstop. Nonstop except to squirt some more jelly
on the fake cock that would never get soft.
On the next Saturday, the one day that Pam usually spent with her
family and didn't go to Bess', something new occurred. The girls were
scheduled to go on a church outing and Bill had volunteered to go with
them. He observed that Pam spent more time with the girls because of
her part-time job. He thought it was only fair for him to give up his
morning. Besides, he wanted to go with them. He knew he had several
overnight business trips in the coming weeks, so he wanted to spend
some time with the girls now to make up for his upcoming absences. That
was one of the things that Pam loved about her husband. He was very
considerate and truly loved his children.
Bess, of course, knew about the arrangement. Nothing that went on in
the Henderson home was secret from her. All she had to do was ask Pam
and the most routine and mundane aspects of the Henderson's were
revealed. After all, she already controlled the family diet.
Bess had told Pam on Friday that she had another gift for Pam and to
come over early in the morning, because it was time to "go on the
road." No other explanation was given.
On Saturday morning Pam arrived early at the house where she had become
a willing puppet. As Pam stripped off her clothes at the back door,
Bess came down the stairs dressed in white nylon running shorts, loose
light blue tank top and running shoes.
She told Pam to go to her room and get dressed in the present that was
on the bed.
After a few minutes Pam came bouncing down the stairs in a jogging
outfit that matched Bess'. The same white nylon pants, loose light blue
tank top and white sports bra under the tank top.
"You are in good enough shape to go jogging with me Pam. I thought that
matching outfits would be fun. There are two differences though."
"Yes, I know. Bess there were not any panties in the box upstairs."
"That's right Pam, I'm not wearing a sports bra, because I don't need
one. You on the other hand could hurt yourself if you jogged without
one. So I thought it was only fair since I wasn't wearing a bra that
you should go without panties. It doesn't matter. In fact with these
big arm holes on the tank top I'm more exposed than you are. Not that
anyone would notice."
Bess stood behind Pam and pulled her shoulder length hair into a pony
tail and wrapped a cloth hair band to hold the hair back. "Lets go. I
usually do 3 miles. That is the distance over to the park on State
Street, around it and back. Since it's your first day we won't go that
far. We will go half way and then walk home. It's a beautiful day. This
will be fun."
Both women headed out the door laughing. This will be fun, thought Pam.
I've always envied Bess' jogging. The women made good time down the
sidewalks heading for the park. Pam was surprised that she was able to
keep up. She was getting in shape and her longer legs helped her keep
up with Bess' pace.
The sun warmed Pam's muscles and she felt good. After a few blocks Pam
felt a sheen of perspiration beginning to form. The exercise felt
wonderful so she actually jogged ahead of Bess. Bess fell in behind her
plaything, enjoying the results of her work. Pam's leg muscles looked
smooth and strong and the ass that moved in front of her looked fairly
firm with only a slight jiggle when Pam's feet hit the sidewalk. As
they continued towards the park Pam began to sweat freely and the thin
white nylon shorts she was wearing started to stick and become
transparent. The naive Pam wasn't aware of this and happily continued
pushing herself towards the Park. Bess smiled as the dark crack between
Pam's churning buttocks became more and more obvious. She wondered what
Pam looked like from the front with her brown pubic hair. She pulled
around Pam and sprinted to the edge of the park, easily outdistancing
the housewife.
Once under the shade trees of the park, Bess stopped and watched
her "possession" struggle to catch up. Bess smiled when Pam had to wait
on the street corner for a car to pass. At this distance Pam's dark
pubic triangle was evident, so the car full of teenage boys only a few
feet from the panting Pam must have had a great view. As the car roared
past it honked its horn. Pam looked puzzled, but once clear of the car
trotted across the street and joined Bess under the park trees.
"Bess, I thought joggers had the right-of-way. Why was that car honking
at me?"
Bess smiled, "teenagers Pam, you look good in your shorts, I'm
surprised you didn't get some wolf whistles."
Pam laughed, "I'm old enough to be their mother."
Bess simply replied, "Young boys love to look at a good looking pussy,
and yours is looking real good." Then she took off down the park
jogging trail.
Pam stood open mouthed for a second then looked down, "Oh my God." She
felt a stab of panic. She looked back up the street. There were several
cars on the road now. She looked back at Bess disappearing down the
jogging trail. It was deserted so she pulled the white fabric away from
her skin and headed after Bess. She called out, but Bess didn't stop.
Pam felt sobs heaving from her lungs, she was so humiliated. She
stopped calling out to Bess. She didn't want to attract any more
attention to herself.
Pam was lucky. The jogging trail was empty. She finally caught up to
Bess on the far side of the park. Bess was sitting on a park bench next
to some public restrooms. The bench faced a fenced in area where
several young men were doing exercises on chin up bars and some wooden
exercise apparatus. Bess was watching one young man intently. Pam sat
on the bench still crying in shame. At least when she sat down she
could cross her legs and hide herself effectively.
"Well this is the halfway point. We will walk back from here. You did
very well for your first day Pam."
"Bess, I can't walk back like this. I'm completely exposed. I'll just
sit here until my shorts dry."
Bess' eyes flashed angrily. "No you won't! We are going to walk through
the middle of the park and then down the street to my house."
Pam looked out into the park. There were several softball games going
on. There must have been 100 people in the direction Bess had
indicated. "Please Bess, I can't walk out there like this. Please,
anything else."
"Oh you crybaby, you know it's exciting. All those people seeing you.
You look good Pam, you know you want them to see your cunt."
"Please Bess... Please, anything else."
"OK, Pam, but be careful what you wish for," chided Bess. "You go into
the restroom and take off your sports bra. If you put it under your
shorts between your legs it will cover both your pussy and your ass
crack. I'm sure you didn't notice, but the back view is almost as good
as the front, love. The elastic in your waist band will hold it front
and back. It should stay in place since we will be walking."
Pam knew that she was trapped, but Bess was giving her a way out. Pam
felt her stomach tighten, how much had those teenage boys seen? God she
hopped she didn't know any of them or their parents.
"Go ahead Pam, I'm going to talk to that blonde young man exercising
over there. I think I know him. I'll wait for you."
Pam jumped up and sprinted into the bathroom. But not before a couple
of the exercisers got an eyeful of her pretty ass. The restroom door
swung shut behind her and she was finally hidden.
In the bathroom Pam tried to catch her breath. "Why had Bess let her
humiliate herself like that?" Pam asked herself. But she knew the
answer, simply because "Bess wanted her to." Why did Pam put herself
into this position? She was embarrassed to tears and frightened that
someone she knew might see her. But the answer was the same.
Because "Bess wanted her to." And Pam realized that she would do most
anything that Bess wanted her to. Bess had gotten into the darkest
recesses of Pam's psyche. And Pam knew that she couldn't break free.
More than that she didn't want to break free. But she was still
embarrassed and scared to death.
Pam pulled off her tank top and then her sports bra. The sweat on her
torso glistened under the lights of the bathroom. Pam looked at herself
in the mirror. She saw a woman she hardly recognized, stripped to the
waist wearing white shorts that clearly displayed her womanly charms.
Pam noticed that her pony tail was coming loose. So she began to fix
it. Her hands were behind her head, and her breasts trust forward. She
admired the reflection of her own tits in the mirror... Then she caught
herself... She was fixing her hair... her "God Damn" hair, while she
stood virtually naked in a public restroom. Pam couldn't believe
herself, and she stopped playing with her hair and quickly pulled the
tank top back on. Then she went to a stall and shut the cubicle door
for more privacy. God, what if someone had walked in while she had been
fiddling with her hair? Why had she not even thought about it?
In the stall Pam pushed her nylon shorts to her knees then with some
toilet paper dried her ass, hips and groin. She tried to dry the shorts
by rubbing toilet paper on them, but they were soaked in sweat and her
efforts had little effect. Following Bess' suggestion she placed the
sports bra between her legs positioned so that one wide cup area
covered her pubic hair and the other cup covered at least the lower
part of her ass crack. The shoulder straps were long enough so that
when she pulled her shorts back up the elastic waist band held them up.
This kept the bra in place between her legs. Pam felt like she was
wearing a sanitary napkin. As she walked out she checked herself in the
mirror. Her flesh tone was visible through the shorts on her hips and
her ass cheeks, but her private parts were hidden. It didn't look too
bad.
Pam exited the restroom feeling more confident. She saw Bess talking
with a young man standing next to the chin-up bars. Bess waved her over.
The young man was only about Pam's height but he obviously was a body
builder. He was sweating and his muscular legs and arms bulged from the
work out. Pam had never stood so close to such a powerful looking man
before and she couldn't help but be impressed. She had never been
attracted to the muscle bound type, but this young man was gorgeous. He
had silky blonde hair that curled at the base of his neck and his face
was almost beautiful. Bess said, "Pam I want you to meet Scotty. He
used to work out at the same gym I did."
The image of the man was broken when he said in a soft almost feminine
voice, "Nice to meet you Pam." Pam replied that it was nice to meet him
and asked if he exercised in the park often. Scotty got a sad look on
his face and said, "No, this is my first time. I'm trying to get into
shape for a body building competition, but I just had a fight with
my... my... roommate and he threw me out. He still has all of my
weights and training equipment."
Pam found it hard to believe that anyone could "throw this powerful
looking young man out of anywhere." But she simply said, "Oh, that's to
bad." She gave Scotty a genuine concerned look. Scotty, seeing it,
beamed a smile back at her that revealed perfect white teeth under his
full lips.
Bess saw the connection between the 37 year old housewife and the 23
year old gay bodybuilder and laughed, "Pam. you old horny girl. Scotty
is just a young man and besides he is not interested in women." Bess
had misread the connection. It was not a sexual look, but a look of two
people who didn't command their own destiny, and at a subconscious
level each saw a reflection of themselves in the other.
Pam looked at Bess, then Scotty. Bess said, "Yes Pam he is gay, a
number of body builders are."
Scotty didn't look Pam in the eyes, but added, "I've always been gay."
Then he added with a note of sadness that tugged at Pam's soft
nature, "I got tired of being beat up by bullies and gay bashers.
That's why I got into body building. I wanted to be intimidating enough
so that I would be left alone."
"Well you certainly succeeded, you look great Scotty," added Bess. "Hey
I have an idea! I have lots of equipment in my basement. Why don't you
work out with us. I need a spotter for heavier weights. Pam just isn't
strong enough yet. It would help me and I can help you get ready for
the competition." Scotty's eyes lit up. But Pam immediately
said, "Bess, I don't know... you know we... " Pam saw a crushed look
spread across the young man's face. He certainly wears his feelings on
his sleeve, Pam thought.
Bess said, "Oh Pam, it will be all right," then with a wink, "He is
gay." Bess added in a harsh tone, "It's decided! Scotty, we will see
you tomorrow evening. Now, let's see you do another set of chin-ups!"
Scotty smiled at the two women and jumped up and grabbed the bar. He
was performing for them and easily began raising and lowering his body
in a smooth fluid motion. His biceps bulging under his tanned flawless
skin.
After 15 chin-ups Scotty dropped softly to the ground with the grace of
a ballerina. Bess smiled and jumped up and quickly did 7 chin-ups. She
was strong but she didn't have Scotty's grace or smoothness. Bess
dropped with a thud and turned to Pam, "see how many you can do."
"Bess, I'm not sure I can. I could never do these back in high school."
"Pam, that was twenty years ago. You will be surprised at how much
stronger you are because of working out. I WANT you to try it."
Pam heard the tone and looked nervously at the bar. She stood looking
up for a moment, then Scotty trying to help his new friend said
softly, "you can do it Pam, I'll help you."
Pam felt that connection with Scotty and smiled a maternal smile at him
and said, "Thanks. Ok, here goes."
Pam jumped up and grabbed the bar. She was surprised and pleased that
she was able to pull her chin up and over the bar.
"Try another, Pam," ordered Bess. This one was much harder for Pam and
she began flailing her legs to try and get momentum. Of course the
loosely hanging tank top shifted as her legs kicked. With her arms
stretched above her, her breasts were pulled up. Pam's left tit fell
out of the gaping arm hole. Straining hard, Pam didn't realize that she
was exposed. Several of the men exercising in the area had stopped what
they were doing to watch the shapely woman try to do chin-ups. When the
fleshy C-cup breast popped out of the arm hole and hung there exposed,
they started whooping and hollering. Pam's kicks caused the exposed
boob to bounce and shake. Scotty, seeing what was happening, felt bad
for his new friend and quickly reached up, grasped Pam's waist and
lifted her up so her chin cleared the bar. Then he gently lowered her
to the ground as if she were a feather. Pam spun to look at him. Scotty
gave her a sad look then pulled her top away from her body and pushed
her breast back behind the material. That motion was accompanied by
groans from the onlookers. Pam finally realized what had happened. She
also realized that a man other than her husband had touched her bare
breast. But the touch had not really been sexual, it was more of a
comforting concerned movement on Scotty's part. Pam was humiliated
again and blushed a deep red. She crossed her arms across her chest as
if she could now hide what had just happened. Pam quietly said, "Thank
you, Scotty." The young man looked away embarrassed. Then he gave a
hard look at the other men who were exercising. Gay or not, they were
intimidated by Scotty's size and strength, and they went back to their
workouts without another sound.
"Well, that was fun. Let's go, Pam. See you tomorrow Scotty."
As they walked across the Park towards Bess' house, Pam kept her arms
folded to prevent another accident. Bess simply said, "What a waste of
a beautiful male body. I'll bet he plays the part of the girl with
his 'roommate'." Once out of the park Bess said, "I liked you exposing
yourself in the park Pam. Wasn't it thrilling? If I had a body like
yours, I'd show it off."
"No! It was humiliating, Bess," but the bumps formed in the tank top by
her hard nipples told another story.
"Too bad, Pam. I liked it!"
Pam was frightened of what tomorrow's work-out would bring, but she
really felt a connection to the nice young man. She had a feeling that
they would become friends. And besides, Bess was now telling her how
proud she was of Pam's ability to jog. Bess always knew when to praise
her neighbor and set the hook a little deeper.
****
Pam spent Saturday afternoon and evening with her family. She and the
girls watched a Disney video that night, while Bill read an action-
adventure book in his recliner. They cooked popcorn and had a great
family time. Sunday morning they went to church and spent the afternoon
studying and doing house chores. The girls did their homework and Pam
prepared her weeks pre-school lessons. She had started doing her entire
school planning on the weekend because the amount of time spent with
Bess during the week prevented her from doing much, other than the
basic Mommy chores. It was a great weekend. After dinner Sunday night,
with Bill reading in his chair and the girls playing a video game, Pam
announced she was going for a workout with her neighbor and would be
back in a couple of hours.
She walked with trepidation across the backyards. Once in the house she
called to Bess before removing her clothes. Bess was in the kitchen.
She came out and looked at Pam, and seeing a tension in her eyes she
said, "No, he is not here. I guess he isn't coming. Come on, let's go
work out."
Pam was relieved. With confidence born of routine she quickly stripped
off her clothes and followed Bess to the basement. Bess disrobed and
Pam hung up the clothes carefully. They started their exercises and
were soon working hard.
Suddenly from the top of the basement stairs, the two women heard a
voice. "Hello, is there anybody down here?"
Both Bess and Pam looked at each other. Bess saw the terror in Pam's
eyes. While she wasn't real excited about being seen naked herself with
her skinny body, she knew that she would remain naked and invite Scotty
down. She wanted to further humiliate and denigrate Pam. A little
embarrassment on her part was a small price to pay for the shame Pam
would feel. And making Pam remain naked in front of the young man would
further illustrate the control that she had. This would go against
Pam's basic instincts. This was a hurdle that once cleared by Pam would
lead to further moral dilemmas that Bess would control.
Bess smiled into Pam's pleading eyes and called out, "Come on down
Scotty, we have already started."
The graceful Scotty seemed to glide down the stairs. Pam covered her
chest with one arm and her pubic area with the hand of the other. She
resembled "Venus Rising."
Scotty hardly noticed the naked women and remarked about what a great
set-up Bess had for working out.
"Well, Damn," said Bess placing her hands on her slim hips. "Don't even
worry about it Pam."
Scotty looked over at the housewife trying to cover her body and
said, "Oh, I'm sorry." He blushed a little and said, "I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you, Pam. My roommate and I used to work out naked all the
time. I didn't think anything of it. Do you want me to leave?"
Bess responded, "No, Scotty make yourself at home. In fact, if you
would be more comfortable, why don't you strip down? That way nobody
needs to be embarrassed."
Pam shot Bess another pleading look.
Bess returned the look with an order, "Pam, hang up his clothes."
Pam stood covering herself while Scotty pulled off his shirt. His
hairless chest came into view. His washboard stomach muscles rippled as
he sat on a bench and pulled off his sneakers. He looked at Pam with an
apology in his eyes. When he stood and pushed his shorts and briefs to
the floor, Bess' breath quickened. She drank in the sight of the young
man's beautiful body. He was hairless except some blond curls around
the base of his flaccid cock. He was shaved in the manner of
competition body builders who only wore a small bathing suit when they
posed before the judges. He bent down and picked up his clothes and
held them out to Pam. Both Bess and Pam gasped softly when he turned
and fading red welts could be seen crisscrossing his muscular and tight
buttocks.
Scotty turned back to Pam and held out his clothes. Their eyes met and
they both now understood why they had forged such a quick bond between
them. Pam let her arms fall to her sides and reached for Scotty's
clothes. She knew it would be all right. She stepped up next to the
only man other than her husband she had seen naked and gently took his
clothes out of his hands. Then she walked away and hung them next to
Bess'.
"Scotty, I can see that you get no reaction from seeing Pam or I naked.
Is that because we are 15 years older than you or because you like men?"
Scotty replied, "You both are beautiful in your own way. But alas, just
think of me as one of the girls."
"Oh Pam," Bess laughed, "He is a charmer, isn't he?"
They all laughed and the tension in the room was dissipated.
Pam continued to secretly glance at Scotty's body. It was beautiful.
Such a difference from Bill. While her husband wasn't fat, he couldn't
compare to the Adonis that began walking around the room inspecting the
workout equipment.
"Bess, thanks for inviting me. Being able to use this equipment will
really help me stay in shape until I get my own equipment back from
Jake."
"Who is Jake?" asked Pam.
Bess rolled her eyes at her naive neighbor but Scotty, always the
gentleman, even when standing naked with two women, responded
gently, "He was my boyfriend. He threw me out and kept my stuff. I'm
renting a room at the YMCA right now. That's all I can afford. I work
as a waiter at a restaurant. I rode my bike over here tonight. That's
when I saw your note on the door telling me to come on in."
Pam looked at Bess, now understanding the set up, but the dominant
woman ignored the look. Scotty noticed it however, he knew those looks.
They were the same that had often passed between Jake and him.
"Oh Scotty, I'm so sorry," a genuinely upset Pam responded.
"Its Ok. He will want me back in a few days. He will miss me," said
Scotty.
"Why would you go back?" asked Pam, looking at the welts on Scotty's
perfect ass.
Scotty looked at her with a knowing grin, "For the same reason as you,
Pam."
Pam blushed.
"Well 'girls,' enough of this, lets get to work," stated Bess.
Scotty went to his clothes and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket
and unfolded it. He looked around the room then went to where Pam's
progress chart was hung and attached it to the wall. "This is my
workout routine."
Bess began an exercise and Pam, looking again at the pale soft cock and
balls that hung between Scotty's sculpted thighs, sat on a weight bench
and began lifting a dumbbell in one hand.
Scotty moved to a weight bar and added several weights and began
pumping it over his head. The workout began in earnest. Bess took every
opportunity between exercises to touch and caress Pam. She ran her
hands with practiced familiarity over the housewife's body. If Scotty
happened to be looking in their direction she would cup Pam's breasts
or squeeze her ass.
Pam was embarrassed but didn't say anything. What had been very
personal for Pam was now being shared with someone else. Only the fact
that it was this nice young man made it bearable for Pam.
Several times Bess asked Scotty to spot extra heavy weights for her.
Scotty was happy to comply. Pam was surprised that she felt a little
jealous of the attention that Scotty paid Bess. But they were both
experienced weight lifters and had a lot in common. Pam could tell that
Scotty appreciated Bess' excellent condition. Those feelings made Pam
work extra hard on her routine.
At the end of Pam's and Bess' workout Bess asked Scotty to inspect Pam
to see if there were some additional exercises she could do.
With a clinical eye Scotty ran his hands over Pam's arms, back and
legs. He was careful to avoid her erogenous zones. But the strong hands
of the naked young man caused Pam's insides to flutter. Scotty made
several suggestions to Bess, then returned to his own routine which
would continue for awhile.
Bess said, "Lets get our shower Pam, but first...'
Pam saw Bess glance at the paddle, "Please no, Pam, not with Scotty
here... please."
Bess said, "You saw Scotty's ass. He understands. Don't you Scotty?"
Scotty looked up from his exercise and saw Bess pick up the Ping-Pong
paddle. He looked at Pam and his heart went out to her, but he was also
thrilled for her. After all, he enjoyed the paddle. "It's OK Pam, It's
OK... I understand, don't be embarrassed."
Scotty's words comforted Pam and when Bess said, "Assume the position,"
she did. The bench was directly in front of Scotty.
Pam bent over the bench in humiliation. Her punishment would be
witnessed for the first time.
Bess said, "Watch this, Scotty." For the first time that evening,
Scotty felt his youthful cock stir.
Bess enjoyed having an audience and really smacked Pam hard repeatedly.
The ass in front of Scotty was soon bright red, and Pam wailed in pain.
But both Bess and Scotty could smell the odor of Pam's sexual
excitement. Bess finally dropped the paddle and pulled Pam into her
arms.
"Well, what do you think, Scotty?" Bess asked, looking towards the
young man, while she tenderly held Pam. She was shocked to see him
stroking his rock hard cock with one hand while his other hand fondled
his balls. Bess turned Pam's face toward Scotty, and the housewife saw
Scotty's hand moving in a blur, followed by an arc of jism that flew
several feet through the air and landed on her foot. The sperm felt
like hot wax to Pam as it ran down her instep onto the floor.
Scotty hung his head and repeated, "I'm sorry, so sorry."
"Don't worry Scotty, I liked it, " responded Bess. "Pam give the poor
boy a hug."
The sight of Scotty's erect cock and orgasm had shocked Pam and her
crying had immediately stopped. Without embarrassment, with a maternal
instinct, Pam stepped over to Scotty and cradled his head between her
breasts. He continued apologizing. But Pam just said, "Shhhh, Shhhh...
It's OK," and gently ran her fingers through his hair. Despite the
tenderness of the moment, Scotty's still semi-hard cock pressed against
Pam's calf and she could feel some fluid dribble onto her leg. She felt
her vagina give an involuntary twitch.
"Let's go shower, Pam. We have more than sweat to wash off of you
tonight. Scotty, finish your routine and be sure to clean up that mess.
There are some paper towels in the kitchen. I'll see you later after
Pam goes home."
Scotty looked up, "You mean Pam doesn't live with you?"
"God No! She has to go home to her husband and kids."
Holding Pam around the waist Bess led her up the stairs.
