Pubert adds to the conversation, “Giving away your clothes, if done properly, can look great on college applications.”
Alathia responds to her father, “Very true, father. I’ve got it covered, father.”
“I know you do, my little storm cloud,” addressing Alathia. Pubert turns his attention to Bex, “Well, my little sunshine, are you enjoying your new role? I must say I love this new dress style. Having a live-in maid makes us look more prestigious than we are to guests.”
Replying to Pubert, Bex sighs, “Yes Daddy, I’m learning a lot about myself. Everyday is a new revelation.” Internally, “Yeah, I’m a degenerate sex fiend that’s like a crack addict searching for her next fix.” Her pussy still aches for its release, but she’s very grateful Alathia hasn’t shoved that fucking egg toy in her again.
Breakfast finishes with little more than the simplest of chats, and reminders of the house party rules for the upcoming weekend.
Pubert and Jill rush off to work, leaving the daughters to their day’s activities.
Alathia slips behind Bex pushing her over the table. With a little squeak, Bex stays in place, feeling her little sister flipping her skirt up. “Holy shit, slut, mom almost caught me tongue deep in your ass, hahaha.”
Blushing, Bex replies, “Yes, Mistress, mom almost caught you licking my ass and fingering me in the kitchen.”
Slowly pulling down Bex’s panties, revealing her perfectly peached-shaped ass, Alathia can’t help but give the heart-shaped bottom a few squeezes, drawing a few giggles from her big sister’s painted-pink lips.
Bex feels a finger, loaded with vaseline, probe her ass forcefully; no caressing, no gentleness, just a piston-like motion causes a cry of pain from Bex. Whimpering, Bex fights back her tears as Alathia mercilessly fingers Bex’s unprotected anus, getting her anus lubed up. P
“Spread yourself open, slut. I’ve got to put this buttplug up your ass!”
Holding back her tears, Bex whimpers, “Yes, Mistress.” Spreading her cheeks, Bex holds herself open, while her little sister shoves the buttplug up her well-lubed ass.
A few days ago, she’d never even had a finger in her ass; now she’s got a locking buttplug up her ass, and she’s becoming more and more comfortable as time passes by. Hearing the click sound, the plug expands, locking it in her ass. With a few beeps, the toy is now synced to Bex’s collar, and by proxy, to Alathia’s phone. The whole process causes Bex to moan like a first-rate porn star. Feeling Alathia take her panties off her, gives Bex an exhilarating feeling, knowing that her little sister will have complete access to her most-intimate parts.
Turning around, Bex curtsies, “Thank you, Mistress.” Then, the patting of her head by her little sister; the positive affirmation brings a smile to Bex’s lips.
“Finish cleaning the kitchen. I’ve got some things to do before we leave. When I get back, we’ve got errands to run.”
Curtsying, “Yes, Mistress.”
Bex returns to finish cleaning the kitchen, when suddenly, the buttplug begins vibrating bringing Bex to her knees. The vibrating toy rockets Bex’s sexual frustration to another level, causing her to moan uncontrollably. Whimpering on her knees, Bex fights the overwhelming urge to ram her fingers deep into her pussy and have the biggest orgasm of her life. Catching her breath, Bex gets back to her feet to finish cleaning up the kitchen.
Entering her room, Althia pulls her shirt and jeans off, grabbing the summer dress she’d set out the night before. It’s a black dress, trimmed in purple, with a bow that tightens around her waist; she pulls up her purple thigh-highs with black bows, and dons a purple choker. Alathia touches up her makeup, before grabbing her purse ready for the day. “This is going to be a fun day and you, my dear sister, will be mine after today, forever.”
Bex catches sight of Alathia entering the kitchen, dressed to the nines, looking like a woman in her mid-twenties, not like the teenager she really is. And not wearing some juvenile maid outfit that she’s being forced to wear.
The back of Alathia’s jeep is loaded with all the clothes of Bex’s former life. The black and purple convertible jeep has the word ‘Maleficent’ scrawled on the hood. It was a gift from her mother for keeping a four-point-zero average for school, and for getting her driver’s license, which Bex, herself, has been slacking off getting. The jeep was completely custom; color and rims reflecting Alathia’s personal style of black and purple.
As both girls hop into the jeep, Alathia turns her attention to Bex. “So, my slut, here are the road rules. If someone asks you to flash them, you will and then apologize for your lack of boobs. You’ll raise your skirt above your waist and play with yourself the whole trip and don’t climax.”
Turning a new shade of red, “Yes, Mistress,” then lifting her skirt to put her pussy on display. It’s framed by two white stocking-clad legs with pink little bows, making it a very picturesque look. Finally getting to rest her high-heeled feet, Bex enjoys the momentary reprieve.
Slowly, Bex’s hand begins rubbing her pussy when the plug begins to vibrate, and she begins moaning at the pleasure that’s rolling through her body. Driving to the donation center, Alathia seems to be taking a longer route through high-traffic areas. A big rig sees Bex wide legged and her pussy on display, and hollers at Bex, since the convertible top is down on the jeep. Bex gives Alathia a pleading look to let her pull her skirt down.
“You know what to do, slut. Give the man a show.”
Slipping her top down, Bex begins pinching her nipples, while continuing to play with her very hairless cunt. The truck driver stares, watching Bex’s impromptu show. Subconsciously, Bex begins getting lost in the sweeping river of her own sexual pleasure, as the wetness between her legs grows. With the plug that Alathia stuffed up her ass and pinching her erect nipples for a random stranger driving a big rig, Bex’s breathing becomes shallow and quick, she attempts to fight back her rising climax. In a stuttering whimpering tone, “Mistress, may I please stop. I’m so close, may I please stop.”
“No, slut. Keep going. Your new friend is enjoying the show… and you’ll regret it, if you cum!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Bex whimpers, her body trembling, while holding back the tsunami of pleasure that’s crashing against her wet pussy.
“You may stop now, slut!”
Gasping, Bex stops, finally having the courage to look over to the trucker who has a look of pure animalistic lust that shows he would do some very bad things to her and never even care.
“How about I pull over and let that big bad trucker bend you over and rail you.”
Wide eyed and gasping, “Please, no, Mistress, he looks like he’d hurt me, Mistress.”
Grinning evilly, “No, my pet slut. I won’t throw you to the wolves just yet, pet.”
Letting out a held breath, relief washes over Bex in conjunction with her buttplug shutting off.
Pulling up to CCs boutique, Alathia parks. Exiting the jeep, Alathia notices the wet spot on her custom, purple-and-black leather seats. Pointing to the spot, Alathia sneers, “You’ll need to lick your snail tail up, slut. That’s unacceptable to do to my custom leather seats. I don’t want your pussy smell in my seats!”
Seeing the little wet spot her own excitement left behind, Bex tries to squat so she can keep some modesty while licking the seat clean.
Watching her big sister’s compliance, Althea speaks up, “Bex, no, you need to bend at the waist and clean the seats; slut, that’s how you properly clean.”
Gritting her teeth, “Yes, Mistress.” Bex stands up, bending at the waist, and is flashing her pussy and buttplug to any passersby on the sidewalk. Bex’s tongue hits the leather. It’s an interesting sensation tasting her own nectar and the texture of the fine leather. What Bex has failed to realize is that her dress and stockings make it look like her buttplug is the center part of a flower, and a growing group of teenage boys is now snapping pictures and pointing.
Finally noticing she’s attracted an audience, she quickly stands up; turning red, Bex hears a clapping from Alathia.
“Hahaha, you did an amazing job, slut. Look, you have a fan club.” Giving Bex a kiss on the lips, “Let’s get inside, we have a lot to do here.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Bex is very much ready to leave the parking lot and flee to the safety of the store. Pushing the door open to the very loud and offbeat boutique, Bex is suddenly bombarded with what she can only describe as being ‘sissy fashions’ and ‘very little girl clothes’, with lots and lots of maid uniforms, plus other costumes.
A striking beauty with black hair and blonde front streaks, bounds in curtsying, and with a lisp, greets Alathia and Bex to the shop. “How can I serve you, Mistress Alathia?”
Bex is caught off guard, that this new girl knows that Alathia is a mistress, before Bex catches sight of a familiar maid outfit hanging. It’s just like the one she’s wearing. Putting the pieces together, Bex has a deep moment. “This is where Alathia got her fucking maid outfits from!”
Addressing Stephanie as if she was nothing to her, Alathia instructs Steph that she has donations in the back of the jeep. “They are for Lyn. Bring them in.”
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