Chapter 5

We ate our food as we drove. Ms. Jansen wasn’t talking, so I thought it best to just quietly sit and eat. Naked.

She drove into the parking lot of a very exclusive luxury spa/resort. I’d driven by it many times in the past and just dreamed about all the pampering I could get inside. I got excited about my appointment, but worried about how I might afford such lavish treatment.

“Is this where I’m getting my make-over?” I asked nervously.

“Yes. And don’t worry. Ms. Connor has arranged everything. You don’t have to pay for it,” Ms. Jansen replied.

“Wow! How...?” I started to ask.

“Listen, Ms. Connor has a lot of resources. She’s very politically connected through her family, and she does a lot of favors for a lot of people. I suggest you just go with the flow and don’t ask any questions. Just put your dress back on.”

“Oh!” I said, forgetting momentarily that I was sitting there naked.

I pulled my dress on as best as I could while sitting in the car seat. While I was struggling with the dress, Ms. Jansen pulled up to the spa’s valet parking. I wasn’t quite able to pull it down over my butt and cunny when the car stopped, and my door suddenly opened.

The young lady who opened my door was dressed in a doorman’s suit. She was young and beautiful.

“Welcome! I hope you enjoy ... Oh!” she stopped her welcome speech when she noticed my naked cunny.

I heard Ms. Jansen’s words in my head, ‘just go with the flow,’ and took the girls offered hand. I swung my right leg out of the car, giving her a perfect view of my bald cunny, spread wide with my swollen clit on top, saying, “I’m sure I will, thank you!” My hair was still a mess from my ordeal at the tailor shop. I must have been quite a sight.

I got out of the car with my dress bunched up, naked form the waist down. Then I leaned in to grab the trash from our fast-food binge. Ms. Jansen was helped out of her seat by a second beautiful young door-girl. She stopped to watch me. I could feel all of their eyes on my naked butt and cunny as I bent over with my legs spread. I could feel juices running down my thighs and knew they could all see how horny I was.

Once I was done, I stood there with my hands full of trash and my butt and cunny in full view.

“Uh...” one of the door-girls said, “can we help you with that?”

“Y ... Yes ... let me take that for you,” said the other.

They grabbed the bags and empty cups from my hands and just stood there staring.

I waited a few moments before I ‘suddenly realized’ that I was flashing the world.

“Oh! Goodness! I’m naked right here in the street!” I said, pulling my dress down.

The door-girls dumped the trash in a container and held the doors open for us. We entered to a lush lobby and Ms. Jansen guided me past the reception desk and toward the ‘VIP’ desk. Another beautiful young lady greeted us there.

“Welcome back, Ms. Jansen,” she said, “I’ll escort you to your suite.”

The girl stood to escort us, but we were interrupted by some ruckus at the front desk.

We turned to see a thin lady who looked to be in her mid-50s with short grey hair arguing with the receptionist. She was wearing a pink, checkered house dress that was knee length and buttoned up the front. Her knee-high stocking tops were visible around her calves. She clutched her black pocketbook as if someone was going to run by and snatch it from her.

“I won a free day at my bingo game! I’m not going to pay extra for anything! You have to honor my coupon! I took a taxi all the way here and I’m getting what I’m entitled to,” the lady ranted.

The young receptionist was just trying to calm the lady down and picked up the phone to get a manager.

Ms. Jansen said, “wait here a minute,” and headed over to the front desk.

The lady continued to rant, “You people are trying to rip me off! I’m going to call the better business bureau! You can’t make me leave!”

Ms. Jansen arrived at the desk and asked what was happening. The woman continued ranting, until Ms. Jansen was finally able to calm her down long enough to ask the receptionist what was going on. The girl explained that the woman had a gift card that wasn’t valid for the service she requested.

“Let me take care of this,” Ms. Jansen said.

“Of course, Ms. Jansen,” the girl replied.

Apparently, Ms. Jansen was an important person here, I thought. She must be right about Ms. Connor’s connections.

“What’s your name, Dear,” she asked the woman.

“Fran,” she replied and started ranting again, “and these people are lying! I won a free day at my bingo game! I have the coupon right here! I paid for a taxi ride all the way here and I’m not gonna...”

Ms. Jansen grabbed Fran by the elbow and shook her a bit to calm her down.

“Now, Fran, please come with me. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of. Your coupon will be honored,” Ms. Jansen said, then turned to the receptionist, winking, “Fran is now my guest, please take her coupon.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” the girl said and took Fran’s coupon.

Ms. Jansen led Fran her over to where we were waiting. She motioned the VIP desk girl to get moving. The bewildered girl hesitated a moment, then shook her head and started walking to the suite.

We headed toward the rear of the building and arrived at a set of double doors. Ms. Jansen entered a code into the keypad, and we entered the suite.

“Is everything in order, Ms. Jansen?” the girl asked.

“Yes, you can go,” Ms. Jansen replied, and the girl left, closing the doors behind her.

We were in a lavishly decorated living room that had several doors, which were all closed. There was also a sliding glass door that led out to a patio and grassy area. Fran stood at the door, still clutching her pocketbook, and looked around as if she’d never been in place like this before. I guessed that she probably never had.

“Fran, grab a seat and watch TV if you want. We’ll start with Suzy, here.”

Fran ranted in response, “Oh no! I’m not waiting! I had an appointment! You have to take me first! This is ridiculous! I don’t have all day to...”

Fran stopped her ranting suddenly when Ms. Jansen smacked her across the face. She just stood there with her mouth open and a hand on her injured cheek.

“Shut the FUCK up!” Ms. Jansen said and sighed loudly.

Fran came to her senses and tried to leave the room, but found the door locked. She turned back to face us. I thought it best to stay out of it and stood silently.

“Wha ... what’s going on?” she asked.

“I tell you what,” Ms. Jansen said, “Let’s have a little contest. You and Suzy will compete against each other to see who goes first. Let’s go outside.”

I didn’t like the sound of this and said, “It’s OK, Ms. Jansen. Fran can go first. I don’t have anything else to do today until Tissues gets home from school.”

Fran didn’t like the sound of it either, apparently taken down a peg or two by Ms. Jansen’s slap. “No, no, no. I’m sorry. You go first,” she said.

“Seems like we’re still undecided,” Ms. Jansen said, “outside!”

She went to the sliding glass doors and entered a code. She slid the door open and motioned me and Fran to go out. Once we were all outside, Ms. Jansen closed the door and walked over to the grassy area.

The cement patio was a square about 20 feet by 20 feet. There were lounge chairs, a massage table, and fire pit among the furnishings. The grassy area beyond was about the same size. The area was fenced in and private.

“Here’s the rules,” Ms. Jansen said, “first one to cum loses.”

My clit throbbed and juices ran down my leg.

Fran had a puzzled look on her face and said, “What do you mean come?”

“Cum ... have an orgasm.” Ms. Jansen replied.

“Oh, no!” ranting Fran returned, “I’m not that kind of girl! I was never married! I never did anything like that! You have to let me out of here! What kind of sick people are you?”

She tried the sliding glass door only to find it locked. Ms. Jansen grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back away from the door.

“Do you mean to tell me that you never had an orgasm?” She asked.

Fran replied, “No! Of course not! I told you I was never married!”

“You never masturbated?”

“Oh God, no! Never! That would be a sin! I would never do such a disgusting thing!”

Fran calmed down a little and stood breathing heavy.

I injected, “Ms. Jansen, I’m sure you remember. I ... I’m not allowed to cum.” I could feel my nipples and clit swelling.

“Then you better win,” she replied, “That’s the rule. It seems you both have good reasons to win, other than going first. Now get on the grass and get started.

I knew by now that there was no point arguing. I had to do what I was told. I had to try my best to make this lady, who was old enough to be my mother, cum. Aside from everything else, they had videos of me having sex with underage boys and girls. My daughter was under their control. I kicked my heels off and walked to the center of the grassy area. I was never much of an athlete or fighter, but I would do my best.

Fran wasn’t convinced, yet and ranted, “This is disgusting! I won’t do it! I refuse! Let me out of here! She’s a girl! You’re nothing but disgusting lesbians! Help! Help!”

Ms. Jansen grabbed Fran by her elbows and shook her until she shut up, then said, “You will do what you’re told, or I’ll do more than slap you. If you think this is disgusting, it’s nothing compared to what will happen to you if you don’t.”

She dragged Fran to where I was standing on the grass and continued, “Now, you better fight back, or Suzy will strip you naked and make you orgasm right here in front of me.”

“Oh!” was the only response Fran could offer, once she realized that she was trapped.

Ms. Jansen stepped back onto the patio and said, “Go!”

Fran stood motionless, not knowing what to do. I charged in and grabbed her by the shoulders trying to wrestle her to the ground. She snapped to attention and responded by grabbing my shoulders and we circled each other. Her granny shoes slipped off her feet in the struggle. I could feel my dress creeping up my thighs.

I was at a disadvantage, realizing that all I had on was my dress, while Fran was fully clothed. My cunny was already coming into view. I knew I had to concentrate on stripping her first. I had to get her panties off, at least. I’d have to wrestle with her for a while to tire her out.

Eventually, my dress was up around my waist. Fran noticed my naked cunny and reached a hand down to cup it. She awkwardly tried to get me off.

“Ugh! It’s wet!” Fran said.

Going right in for my cunny was a mistake. Once she let go of my shoulder with one of her hands, I was able to wrestle her to the ground. I got her on her back and straddled her hips. I tried unbuttoning her dress, but with her struggling under me, I couldn’t do it. So, I grabbed the dress by the collar and tore it open. The first four or five buttons gave way and Fran’s granny bra was exposed.

“No!” she screamed and reached up to grab the top of my dress. She pulled down and the shoulder straps gave way. My tits bounced into full view. My long, thick nipples happy to be free of the dress, swelled even more.

“Woohoo!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “Strip her!”

I wasn’t sure who she was rooting for, since we were both being stripped. I swung around facing her feet so that my knees were on either side of Fran’s chest and tore the rest of her buttons. What greeted me were the biggest, baggiest powder blue bloomers I’d ever seen. The sight just made me start laughing and I rolled over onto the grass.

Ms. Jansen was laughing too, “Oh my God! Do people actually wear panties like that?”

Fran took the opportunity to try to get back to her feet. I reached over to grab the back of her dress and pulled it all the way off as she stood. I had her down to her bra and panties. And those silly knee-high stockings. She looked ridiculous in her mismatched underwear: white bra, powder blue bloomers, and nude knee-highs. The bra looked like one of those you see in an old lingerie catalog.

Pulling her dress off made Fran stumble and fall face down on the grass. I pounced onto her back with what was left of my dress wrapped around my waist. In effect, I was naked. I was able to unhook the back of her bra but couldn’t do much else in that position. I reached back and slapped Fran’s butt over her bloomers.

“Slap that ass!” Ms. Jansen cheered.

I twisted my body so I could slap her butt harder, but that allowed Fran wiggle around and turn over while still under me. She reached up and roughly grabbed my tits and squeezed.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed in pain at the same time a jolt went from my nipples to my swollen clit.

I gave up spanking and was able to get Fran’s hands off my tits long enough to pull her bra off. Fran had B-cup tits with dark, silver dollar size areola. Her nipples stood up long and thick much like my own. I grabbed her nipples and twisted. She screamed and did the same to me. We remained in that position, screaming and twisting nipples, for a minute before I felt Ms. Jansen push me off Fran.

“Break the hold! Break the hold!” she said.

I stood and pulled the tatters of my dress off. Fran, on the other hand, ran to grab her bra and tried to put it back on. That was her second mistake. I ran and pushed her hard, she rolled onto the grass and dropped her bra. She was on her back and I grabbed her bloomers by the leg bands and pulled. She grabbed the waist band with both hands.

“NO!” She screamed, “Don’t strip me naked!”

The material of her bloomers was thick and tough. It wouldn’t rip and Fran’s grip wasn’t letting go. It was a standstill and I thought Ms. Jansen would make us break the hold again, so I switched tactics. I let go of the bloomers pushed her legs back, bending her like a pretzel. I then stepped over her legs so my butt was on the backs of her knees as her legs were forced downward. This squeezed her belly and made it hard for her to breathe. Her panty covered butt was now wide open and I slapped it hard.

I noticed a large wet spot in the crotch of her bloomers. This was making her as horny as it was making me.

“Remember the rule!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “make her cum!”

I felt Fran’s hands on my cunny and her fingers were going in.

“Mmmmmm...” I moaned.

I realized that even though I was punishing Fran’s ass, I would lose the match if she made me cum. I let her finger me for a moment. My desire to cum almost took over my desire to obey my daughter. I was right on the edge when the desire to obey won out. I grabbed the waist band of Fran’s bloomers with both hand and pulled and I stepped back. Fran stopped fingering me, but she was in no position to stop me as I worked the bloomers down to her knees.

Fran’s cunny had thin, brown and grey hairs that did little to hide her dark cunny lips. They were swollen and thick with a lifetime of horniness built up. I reached up and slid my thumb up her tight, virgin cunny.

I felt her stop struggling and a loud moan escaped her lips, “Ahhhhhhh ... Mmmmmm...”

Sensing victory, I fucked her with my thumb. I leaned back and squatted to get more leverage. This was my first mistake.

“Lick it!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “Lick her pussy and make her cum!”

Fran snapped to attention. I felt her grab my legs and pull her head up. Her tongue met my clit, sending a lightning bolt through my body. I fell backward but had the wherewithal to grab the bloomers. I pulled them down her legs and completely off as I fell back onto the grass behind Fran’s head.

I recovered quickly as Fran lay panting on her back.

“What’s happening? What’s happening?” Fran repeated as she panted for breath.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled over her until my knees straddled her head. Her horny, angry looking cunny was in front of my face. I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth.

“AAAhhhhh...” She screamed and started moaning.

“Lick her, Fran!” Ms. Jansen yelled, “Lick her back!”

Somehow, Fran regained her senses and started licking my cunny. I knew that I needed to end this now and licked and sucked her, trying to give her the first orgasm of her life!

“Stick your finger in her asshole!” Ms. Jansen shouted.