Chapter 21

Helga had Nancy come in and sit at the vanity to put on the last touches of makeup. Ed was not around, having gone out for cigarettes. Helga told Nancy to straighten the room.

"Yes Miss Helga," Nancy dutifully replied.

As Nancy worked, Helga watches her with a smile on her face. She was so going to enjoy this she though as Nancy stooped and picked up a few of Ed's used condoms that had missed the trash. What a sexy plump ass on my slave, Helga thought.

"Bring that to me Nancy," Helga commanded. Helga never missed an opportunity to find things that turned her on. "No sense in wasting that now is there, slut?" Helga inquired.

"No ma'am," a subdued Nancy replied. She was so broken by what her youngest daughter had put her through that she was not even thinking now. She just complied. She obeyed. She submitted. She was almost on auto pilot.

Her little girl, her baby, had treated her like a whore. Nancy was still in shock. After forcing her mother to bring her off with her face buried in her teenie pussy, she was not yet done. When Rose saw that her mother was panting and near to begging to be pleasured, Rose had discovered that she was a real bitch with a heart of stone. She pinched Nancy's nipples, one in each hand and lifted her mother to her feet. Smiling all the time, Rose turned Nancy to face the toilet and said cruelly, "On your knees slut, your little girl is gonna make you come!"

Nancy knelt in front of the commode. The lid was up and the seat down. Rose walked slowly around her, her leather shoes tapping on the tiles, until she faced her mother again. She pushed Nancy back a bit and brought her right leg over across the top of the potty and sat down, staring blankly at her mother. They stayed that way a few moments and then Rose began to piss. At first her yellow nylon panties got dark and then the liquid nectar quickly began to seep through.

"Well mother, do I have to tell you everything?" Rose asked imperiously.

As the stream of piss into the bowl became a torrent, Nancy bent forward and closed her mouth over her daughter's pussy once more. This time she tasted the salty liquid gushing out; she tasted and she drank.

The taste was rank. Rose had not been drinking recently and was slightly dehydrated, but it had been hours since she used the bathroom, so she had a lot to share with mummy. As her mother tried her slutty best to catch every drop and please her daughter, Rose moved her right foot so that her shoe caught her mom's cunt at just the right angle. She felt her mother's initial reaction, but then nothing, so she moved her toe up and down once. Somehow this must have been some sort of universal daughter-to-mother signal, because just as Rose intended, Nancy began to hump her shoe. She started slowly, then sped up so that her humping and her swallowing of the piss seemed to be coordinated. Shortly after Rose was done, her mother came furiously. Nancy wanted to scream in ecstasy and at the same time wanted to fall into a hole where all perverted bad mothers go. She compromised. She had a nearly silent, but extremely intense orgasm. Rose watched intently, giving the cunt a little toe tap here and there to finish her off.

Nancy leaned back on her heels but Rose shook her head back and forth and wagged her index finger at her mother. She pointed down at her sodden panties and Nancy realized she was expected to finish the job by sucking the piss out of her daughter's drawers. She leaned in like a good maid and began sucking the nylon cloth, licking and blowing and sucking, as Rose clucked and giggled and murmured, "That's right, my little whore mommy, suck my panties dry. You can be my potty from now on okay?"

"Yes, Miss Rose," had been her reply Nancy recalled, as she now knelt at the knee of Miss Helga, holding the rubber containing the spent jism of her husband, the cunt juices of her Mistress covering the outer skin.

"Hand it to me Dearie," Helga commanded. "Now then hands on your hips and mouth open, head back; that's it. You are a natural cocksucker, Nancy. Anyone ever tell you that? Of course they did, why I bet all the boys in school said that to you all the time."

Helga laughed and laughed as she poured and squeezed the creamy liquid from the condom into Nancy's throat and then, after laying the damp rubber on Nancy's shoulder, her fingers massaged the submissive woman's throat as she swallowed her prize. Nancy choked and almost spit it back up, causing Helga to burst out laughing hysterically. She wished Nancy had thrown it all up so she could have made her lick it up off the floor and swallow it again.

Ed had returned and caught the last minute or two of the performance.

"Come in lover," Helga purred.

Nancy instinctively started to rise, but Helga put a steely hand on her left shoulder and forced her back to her knees. "We are not done yet my pet."

With her eyes continuing to stare at her man, Helga slowly parted her knees showing her maid the hairy gash that lay under her skirt. When Nancy made no response, Helga grabbed her hair with her left hand and slapped Nancy's cheek with the other. As Ed watched, his cock hardening, Nancy began licking with a technique that she was becoming expert at from so much practice.

Smiling, she spoke to Ed as he continued to stand and watch his wife treated as a combination servant and family pet by his darling mistress. "Darling, did you know that Nancy is coming to see me tomorrow to ask me for a job?'

"What, Nancy work at our office? For Mars Enterprises? Where we work?" Ed was flummoxed. He was not sure it was possible. He was not sure her wanted that. He was not sure why he was being brought in at the last minute. Why was this all arranged without his say so?

Helga waited for Ed to run his course. She knew her strength was the desire Ed had for her and her willingness to do things that drove him wild. He was willing to put up with a lot for that, and she knew it. "A bit more tongue Nancy sweetie, really get in there. Throw yourself into it you dumb whore or I will stake you out in the yard for the neighborhood dogs to have their way with you." She laughed at this as if it were all a joke and when she looked at Ed he laughed with her. She knew what Betty made Nancy do with Rex; Betty told Sally and Sally had told her. She said something about full disclosure or whatever. I guess Sally didn't want anyone at Mars Enterprises to come back to her with complaints of getting fleas or a slut whose cunt smelled of Sexy Rexy. Anyway, whatever. She would find a way to break it to Ed one night how his wife, or ex-wife, was now in a relationship with the dog next door. She would have laughed at that, but Nancy was just getting to that place that could not be ignored, so she moaned and writhed and forgot all about what's her name down by her feet doing what she was employed to do, be her sexual doormat.

Later, when Nancy had finished cleaning her cunt and doing all the nice little things that made it all the more enjoyable, Helga kicked the slutty little whore out of the marital boudoir and went to Ed's side and gave his ear a sloppy kiss. "It will be all right darling. I spoke with Carol and she is 100% behind it. I had to convince her it was ok with you honey, but when she understood that you were in agreement she couldn't wait to see Nancy in the office."

"You're kidding, right? I mean, why would Mrs. Mars want my wife to work in her office. She hates the very idea of couples working for her. She thinks it is inefficient. She sees them talking about family things or kissing and her temper hits the roof," Ed exclaimed in amazement.

"Well, darling you are in sales and I think I have learned a thing or two about salesmanship. I just convinced her that you and Nancy are not an item anymore so you two will not be getting cozy in the office. I think she knows all about us, but she likes that. She likes the idea of you getting some strange during the day and then going out and feeling like a bull and selling the hell out of her product," Helga concluded.

"Oh," she continued offhandedly. "I might have let it be known that your wife was a tramp and a slut and liked going down on women. I think she will be very appreciative if I can get your little Nancy to trim her bushes from time to time under the executive desk, if you know what I mean." Helga spoke quickly and watched Ed for any sign that he was regretting Nancy's plight. After all he might feel it reflected on him, having a submissive slut of a whore for a wife. She had to convince him that it was a win for him to have her there; not just OK, but a real plus.

"Hmm, you think so? If you could use this to get me some perks it would be worth it. And if she takes it out on Nancy when she gets pissed instead of me, that would be really worth it." Ed was clearly getting on board with the idea.

"Listen, Darling," Helga continued. "It will be all those things for you and me and plus, won't you be a little excited just wondering whether Nancy is slurping up Carol's love juices under the desk when she is talking to you about business or just chatting. Hmmm wouldn't that get you hard and wanting to come find me for some nookie time, hmmmm baby?"

Ed was pretty much won over by the image Helga wove of more office sex than ever during work. His thoughts towards Nancy had become distant and ambivalent, as sex with Nancy had become less of a joint affair and more of him using her to satisfy any left over needs that Helga had not been able to take care of. He noted that he had the beginnings of a raging boner just thinking of Carol Mars using his wife as a sex toy whenever she felt the need. He knew she would try and have him in there too, as much as possible, to heighten the excitement for her. He supposed that she would find a way to let him know that his slut wife was under her desk hard at work with her mouth, sucking on her cunt.

Eddid feel a pang of pity for Nancy, and some guilt, but he rationalized that it was only sex and obviously Nancy was a born slut. I mean it was obvious to him that his wife was Helen Carson's muff diver, and so into submitting to her teenage willfulness that it was embarrassing. He suspected that since Helen and Carrie were close enough to be twins that Nancy's face was probably shared between them. He didn't think Helen could have dominated his wife without his eldest daughter's knowledge, approval and assistance. Well, c'est la vie. Life evolves, he thought as he sunk his now iron hard dick into Helga's sweet, juicy pussy. He even thought of Nancy watching them; maybe tied hand and foot or maybe being fucked herself by her own father! Wow!

"That was great!" Ed said to Helga, making no mention of his own little fantasy that had enhanced his experience to a new level. He wasn't sure how Helga would take it. Women are funny that way, he thought as he began to drift off to sleep.