Literotic asexstories – Judicial Punishment Lottery Pt. 08 by Gortmundy,Gortmundy
Judicial Punishment Lottery Pt. 08
Margo had never considered herself a slut, not really. Sure, when she was younger, she’d had her wild moments. She’d been a cheerleader in college, and like a few of the other girls she’d fucked a couple of the football players they’d supported, but still.
Giggling, she remembered that while she had fucked a few of the jocks, she’d actually been far more interested in the other cheerleaders. By the time she was done, she’d worked her way through almost the entire squad, and that had been waay more fun.
Margo fondly remembered Ethan Clay, one of the tight ends on the team’s offensive line. He had loved her lanky blonde looks back then, especially the way that cute little cheerleader outfit had highlighted her butt and framed her long legs. Ethan was a real athlete with some serious stamina, and when Margo wrapped those legs around him, he had given her an absolute drilling before emptying his balls and pumping her completely full of his cum. They had ended up going at it the whole night, and in the morning, instead of heading for breakfast, Ethan had humped her doggystyle until she buried her face in her pillow to stifle her moans as she climaxed twice. Afterwards, Margo remembered rewarding him with one of her best blowjobs. After a few minutes rest and a shared energy drink they’d gone at it again.
She must have been walking bow-legged when she turned up to practice that afternoon, and Ethan had stumbled about the field like an exhausted geriatric.
Unlike so many of the other testosterone-driven Jocks he’d been a really nice guy, and apart from when they were fucking, he always treated her like a lady, and that had been the start of one of those typically torrid college romances. For a semester, they’d fucked like bunnies every chance they could get, in his car, her car, in her dorm room, in a stationary cupboard, in the changing room after a game, under the opposing team’s goalposts the night before a game (for luck apparently), and once in the lecture theatre when she’d blown him during a particularly dull class. She doubted there was a day that went past that she didn’t end up getting banged senseless by him, but man! It was fun.
His sister Maya had been a fellow cheerleader, and after the inevitable break-up with her brother she’d been more than happy to offer her sympathies. Now that girl had been a real giver, and she had a seriously wicked tongue. The two of them had volunteered to look after kids at Summer Camp that year, and the antics they had gotten up to were something else.
When they lay entwined together Margo had absolutely loved the erotic contrast between that girl’s dark skin and her own fair complexion, and she ended up fucking her even more feverishly than she had her brother.
Being nature lovers, they had often skipped off into the woods like a pair of wanton nymphs and humped each other into a frenzy, and the sheer number of times they had almost been caught skinny-dipping was ludicrous.
Later, as a businesswoman, she’d been a lot more circumspect, though there had been a couple of rather wild Christmas parties and one memorable incident where she’d gotten a little tipsy and fucked a pair of executives on the boardroom table. She’d left that job soon afterwards.
But when she got married, she’d been absolutely faithful, despite still getting more than a few solicitous offers. It was just a pity her husband Raymond hadn’t felt the same way.
To be fair he’d been the businessman who’d actually given her her first shot at running a company, though she’d admittedly had to pay for the privilege on her knees. But he was handsome, wealthy, debonaire, in fact quite dashing back then, and she was in love with the utter bastard.
It didn’t take long for the magic to fade. She’d learned about his string of affairs, his mistresses and even his drunken debauches and like an utter fool she would probably have forgiven him, thinking that if she was just a bit sexier, a bit more attentive to his needs, then she’d maybe win his affections back.
She should have known better.
He was a shit, and she was an idiot!
When she’d suggested getting a sex slave, she’d hoped it would put a spark back into their love life, and it had, for about a month.
By that time, she’d started drinking too much and was borderline depressed. She’d started relying on Sally more and more for simple companionship to fend off the crushing feelings of loneliness and betrayal that plagued her.
Margo burned with shame admitting that she’d used the young woman as a sexual plaything, but she’d always tried to be kind and never to hurt her. Of course, she knew now that was a pitiful sham and nothing more than a salve for her conscience.
Still, when she had learned how her husband had caught the pool men in the act of abusing the girl and then, instead of helping her, had joined in, she had been utterly sickened and incensed!
In a rage she had thrown the bastard out of the house and threatened to castrate him if he ever so much as looked at the girl again. Of course, he had laughed in her face, and she knew then, in her heart, that it was over.
The cowardly fucker had waited until she was in jail in Scotland before he served her lawyers with the divorce papers, smugly expecting Margo to curl up and weep instead of making a fight of it.
It was a miscalculation and a spectacular one. Margo might have been blonde, but she was anything but stupid. And like the old saying goes, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” and she was feeling royally scorned, and then some.
She’d had her private investigators following her husband about since the incident with the pool men, and she was more than happy to pay for a very expensive legal team who had been absolutely delighted to hand over copies of the file to her husband’s lawyers.
They took one look at it and urged an immediate and uncontested settlement in her favour.
She gave the prick a ten percent share in her businesses, which she promptly bought out, and let him have the house in Florida, while she retained all the other properties, including Sally.
Her only real regret, and she thought it was going to haunt her for a very long time, was not freeing Sally.
Still, when all was said and done, despite her few sexual peccadilloes as a younger woman, she didn’t really think of herself as a slut.
Which was why she was feeling a little ashamed as she knelt naked on the floor of the examination room in prison, with her hands cuffed behind her and her face buried between the nurses’ thighs as she feverishly worked her tongue in the woman’s pussy, as if the copious juices that leaked from her were the sweetest of nectars and lapping them up was a lifelong ambition.
The nurse was in the throes of another wild orgasm, her second so far. Her fingers were wrapped in Margo’s long blonde hair, her head was thrown back, and her legs were wrapped around the woman in front of her as her whole body shook and convulsed uncontrollably as waves of sheer pleasure surged through her. Unable to keep quiet, she howled as the orgasm smashed over her and left her drooling and spent.
When her brain finally started working again the nurse hauled Margo’s head up and kissed her hard. Their lips mashing together, and their tongues slipped teasingly into each other’s mouths. If the nurse could taste herself, she clearly didn’t care in the slightest as she let out a final sob and slowly eased her grip, “Oh my fucking God woman. That was fantastic.”
Margo had already picked up on the nurses’ fantasies and was more than willing to play along, so she averted her eyes demurely as she replied, “Thank you, Mistress.”
The effect on the nurse was almost electric, and she literally squirmed in delight even as she licked her lips and blushed, “Y-you don’t have to call me that, Margo. Really.”
The blonde woman chuckled and lightly kissed along the inside of Penny’s thighs, drawing out another shuddering moan, “But I can if I want to, can’t I, Mistress?”
The nurse whimpered as the kisses drew ever closer to their intended destination, and she blew out a shuddering breath, “M-Margo, if you so much as touch me there, I’m going to explode, spontaneously combust, or have a fucking heart attack, maybe all three.”
Margo affected a playful pout and smiled at the woman, “Aww, is Nurse Penny begging for mercy?”
Penny’s eyes narrowed and lit with a mischievous gleam, “You know, that cheeky little comment reminds me. I owe you a spanking.”
“What?”
“Oh yes, didn’t you insinuate right at the start that I was forcing you to do this like I was some kind of despicable pervert?”
“Ah, now hang on a second, I didn’t mean tha-.”
“Nope, no excuses. Up you get, and get over my knee, and maybe, if you cry prettily enough, I’ll give you a reward when I’m done.”
Margo couldn’t quite believe it when she allowed the nurse to draw her to her feet, and with only the slightest of whimpers, she draped herself willingly across the examination couch. The couch was warm and padded, so she nodded when Penny leaned down next to her to whisper in her ear, “Comfy?”
The nurse sighed happily as she stroked her hand down the back of Margo’s neck, along her spine and finally over the curves of her bottom. She grinned as she felt the blonde woman shiver at her touch, “You have such smooth skin, Margo, it’s like silk.”
“Thank you.”
“Still rather red from earlier though, doesn’t it hurt?”
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