Chapter 4

Mrs. Carson was gone when we woke up the next morning. Once more it was a knock on the door that woke me. I answered it naked, expecting Mrs. Carson. I jumped back behind the door when I saw that it was another boy from our class because it wasn’t one of Ken’s friends. At least I didn’t think he was. He hasn’t been hanging around with us. But he got a damned good view before I managed to duck behind the door. I had certainly made his day!

He blushed as red as my hair and said, “Hi, Jen. Mr. Storm said you left this on the bus the other day and he forgot to give it to you. He asked me to stop by and drop it off.”

I said, “Thanks, Jerry. Sorry if I offended you. I was only half awake.”

“That’s a joke, right?” he asked with a charming smile. “Which monastery do you think I live in?!”

I smiled and stepped out from behind the door. I took the box from him, gave him a kiss and thanked him again. Then I closed the door and opened the box. Jo is still in bed, leaning up with her head resting on one hand watching.

“Have you noticed that people keep giving you shit?” she asked, maybe half joking.

“Yes, I have noticed,” I said. “Unfortunately, they’re giving me things that would give my parents heart attacks.”

I held up another new dress, apparently a gift from Mr. Storm. It covers all the important bits. But everywhere else is lace! It will be obvious I’m not wearing anything under it. It will be just as obvious I’m a slut because only a slut would wear something like this. I really don’t feel right about wearing this to national monuments and historical sites. It seems totally inappropriate. I held it up, showed it to Jo and said, “I can’t wear this on a class trip to a museum or wherever the hell we’re going today!”

Jo smiled and said, “Dummy! Didn’t you read the schedule?”

“Um, no. I was never given a schedule!” I said in my own defense.

She said, “Today is a free day. We can go wherever we want as long as we don’t go alone, we tell a chaperone where we’re going, and we carry our cell phones. We just have to check in every few hours.”

I held up the dress again and I wondered where I’m going. I don’t have any plans but I’m reasonably certain someone has plans for me.

Jo and I took our showers and got dressed. We went down to breakfast but I’m dreading the looks I’m going to get when we walk into the dining room.

Fortunately, there were only a few of our group at breakfast. And thankfully, none of them were Cindy or Mrs. Kelley. I sat with Jo and Ken and the other four guys. Jo told them about Jerry bringing me the dress this morning and they got a big kick out of that.

The boys pigged out as usual. Jo and I had our usual cereal and juice. We took our time, though. There’s no rush today. There was a lot of kidding around at the table and we had a lot of fun. I was suddenly struck by the realization I’ve had sex with everyone at our table in the last few days.

During a pause in the general conversation I said, “I wonder what life will be like when I get back home? I can’t go back to being a virgin again. What do I do about Theresa? I love her. But if she finds out what I’ve done this week she’ll have a pony!”

Everyone at the table seemed to get a kick out of that. There were a lot of chuckles and knowing smiles. They all seemed to think what I just said was amusing. Ken responded, “First of all, we won’t let you go back to being a virgin. So don’t go dreaming about bras and panties. You won’t be wearing them. Second, Theresa is Larry’s sex slave and was very disappointed when she got sick and couldn’t come along. She was very much looking forward to being there when you lost your virginity.”

I looked at Ken and I looked at Larry. I knew better than that!

I shook my head and exclaimed, “Bullshit! You’re shitting me, right?! I know Theresa. She’s been my friend since fifth grade. When I started the fifth grade I was scared to death because suddenly everyone I was going to school with was two years older than me. She looked out for me and became my closest friend. I’d know if she wasn’t a virgin!”

“Apparently not,” Ken countered. He turned to the others at the table and asked, “Is there anyone here who has not fucked Theresa?”

Jo smiled and raised her hand, then she said, “But we have enjoyed many a sixty-nine!”

“No way!” I exclaimed adamantly.

“Larry,” Ken said, “How long has Theresa belonged to you?”

Larry thought about it for a moment and said, “Almost two years. I became her master just after she turned sixteen.”

Ken turned back to me and said, “Theresa didn’t think you could handle it because you were too young. You were, of course. You were only fourteen. You were already hot. But you were only fourteen. After you stopped being fourteen you continued to be very naïve.”

I sat back and thought about this for a minute. Then I asked, “Is every fucking girl in town a fucking slave?!”

“No,” Ken said, “Just the best ones.”

“Why? What is so weird about our town?” I asked.

I hadn’t heard her come up behind me, but Mrs. Carson came up, kissed me on the top of my head and sat down beside me with a cup of coffee. “Good morning to all of my little darlings. Would you like me to answer that, Ken?”

“Sure, mom,” he said.

She put her arm around me and said, “What makes our town special is some of the people in it. Not all of them. Not even a lot of them. But certainly more than a few of them.

“Ken’s father, my husband, moved to town a long time ago and opened a business. He was a handsome, personable young man and people in the town took to him right away. That’s unusual in a small town like ours, which should tell you something about him.

He and I started dating not long after he arrived and it was love at first sight for me. We were engaged within six months. He took me out to dinner one night to a fancy restaurant in Burlington. I don’t know how, but somehow I knew he was going to propose. And he did.”

“By that time I loved him more than life itself. I almost screamed ‘yes’ at him before he even finished the question. But before he would let me accept his proposal he told me I’d have to become his sex slave if I accepted. I was still a virgin. I was even more naïve than you were, Jen. I suppose that if I had been in my right mind I would have broken something over his head and trotted out of there. I didn’t, because as soon as he said I’d be his sex slave I felt my pussy get wet and I wanted it. I didn’t even play coy and tell him I’d have to think about it. If he had asked me to I would have gone down on him right there in the restaurant that night. And at the time I had never even seen a cock!”

“From then on my life was much like what your life has been in the last few days, Jen. And just like you, I loved it. I still love it. There has never been a single second in my life that I have regretted that decision. But it takes the right kind of person. The wrong kind of person can’t take it. If your panties don’t get wet when you hear the word slave you’ll never be happy being one.”

“Gradually, some of my husband’s slave-owning friends moved to town and became productive citizens. It’s a nice town and the people are friendly. But they mind their own business. Best of all, they don’t scandalize easily.”

“We didn’t go out actively recruiting. But if someone noticed our unusual behavior and seemed interested in the lifestyle then one of us, whichever of us was most appropriate for the individual, would start feeling them out. We have slowly grown to a loosely knit group of about thirty couples. Certainly not a significant part of the town’s population. We are bankers and lawyers and barbers and shopkeepers and yes, even teachers.”

“It’s not a lifestyle that is completely without rules. For instance, as a general rule children under sixteen are not involved. There are some exceptions to the age rules. My kids were rather precocious and managed to become aware of our lifestyle at an early age. A little bit at a time, as they showed they could handle it, they were allowed to join in some of the games. But they aren’t yet full members of the group and won’t be until they’re old enough.”

“As a general rule, S&M is not considered acceptable behavior. That is not to say that we would prevent two consenting adults from experimenting with it. However, it is not normally a part of our daily activities. Violence is not tolerated, especially violence against women or children. An abusive Master is dealt with harshly. Despite what you might think from the activities at my house on any given day, child abuse is not permitted. A major sin is recruiting someone new without consulting the group. There were many heated conversations about you, young lady.”

“Me! Why me,” I asked.

“Half the men and boys in town have been drooling over you. Hell, more than half. Let’s just say all the ones who aren’t gay. At first you were too young. Then you were so protected and virginal. Shit, to listen to some of the talk you were going to be the next virgin mother! Nobody could decide if you were slave material for a long time. You almost seemed asexual. Until, that is, Theresa found those books in the back of your closet.”

“WHAT!!! She didn’t! I mean ... what books?” I ended sheepishly.

“Yes darling, those books you sweet, horny little closet pervert,” Mrs. Carson said with a grin.

“Okay,” I said, defensively. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I have a stash. So what?!”

We had lost our privacy in the dining room. The meal has been over for quite a while and the staff is hovering around our table, waiting to clean up and get the room ready for lunch.

We went to our rooms and got ready for a day on the town. Jo and I only had to brush our teeth and grab our purses. We were the first ones downstairs. We were waiting in the lobby when Jerry came over and said hi. He still blushed when he looked at me. I suppose he’s still picturing me naked.

I asked him where he’s going and he said he’s just going for a walk. He had planned on going back to the Smithsonian with his roommate but his roommate decided he would rather have a day of rest. So, Jerry said he’s just going to go out and look around a little.

Ken came over with his roommate, Larry. He said hello to Jerry and when he heard that he had nowhere to go he invited him to join us.

Jerry’s a nice guy, and popular at school. But he’s not a part of Ken’s crowd. I’m surprised because, due to the way I’m dressed I expected this would be an interesting day and I thought that having an outsider along might inhibit Ken.

Jerry asked where we’re going and Ken told him we’re going to a nearby mall to buy some new clothes for me because all my clothes are too conservative and I need to loosen up.

Jerry looked at me in surprise. I’m standing there in a short white dress that consists mostly of see-through lace!

Ken saw his look and laughed. “That one’s a present from someone who thought she should loosen up a little, too. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

The other two guys finally showed up and since we won’t all fit in one cab, Ken told Jo and me to see if we can get the guy at the front desk to take us over to the mall in the hotel’s van.

Jo and I walked over to the front desk and in her flirtiest voice Jo asked the old guy at the desk if we could please get a ride to the mall so we could do a little shopping. The desk clerk looked up and, although he obviously likes the way we look he said that he’s sorry but taking people shopping isn’t one of the authorized uses for the van.

Jo was still trying to use her charms to flirt him into it when one of the bellhops came over and whispered something to the clerk. At first I didn’t recognize him. But then he turned and smiled at me and I recognized him as the bellhop I sucked off in return for giving Ken the address of the nipple piercer.

The clerk listened to the bellhop for a minute and then he looked at me with a different expression on his face. He spoke to Jo again, but he was looking right at me when he asked, “How badly do you want that ride?”

Jo smiled sweetly and said, “Jen will be happy to give you a nice blowjob for a ride.”

He grinned and said, “You’ll have to do the driver too.”

Jo thought quickly and replied, “She’ll do the driver when he picks us up and brings us back.”

The clerk told the bellhop to watch the desk. He invited me behind the desk and into the little office in the back. I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been with a black man before. I’m nervous, but I’m curious.

Jo followed me into the office and the clerk closed the door. I started to get down on my knees but he stopped me. “I like my cocksuckers naked if you don’t mind,” he said.

I shrugged and slipped my dress off. I’ve been seen naked by so many people in the last few days that, while it’s still exciting, it no longer takes my breath away.

The clerk reached out and explored my body for a minute. I watched his hand moving over my breasts and the contrast between his dark skin and my stark white breast was very erotic. I watched curiously as he unfastened his pants and pulled them down. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hand. It’s large. But it’s no longer or thicker than others I’ve seen recently. The skin on his cock is darker than his hands and face. His cock is coal black and looking at my small white hand on it is a big turn on, for both of us.

I started licking and sucking his cock, teasing him until it was erect. Then I tightened my lips around the head and slowly pushed them down over his cock. I went down farther and farther, slowly, until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat, and then I kept going, until I had his entire cock in my mouth and his pubic hair was tickling my nose.

“Oh my god, little girl!” he exclaimed. “Jesus Christ! How did a little girl like you learn to do that?!”

I heard a noise and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jo taking pictures with her digital camera. I can’t wait to see them!

It didn’t take long to suck off the clerk. Maybe I’m becoming a pretty good cocksucker. I hope so. I certainly seem to be getting a lot of opportunities to practice. Before very long I felt him tense up. I pulled back so that only the head of his cock was in my mouth and I used my hand to finish him off.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” he exploded. “Girl, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had, and I’ve been getting blowjobs for almost fifty years!”

I smiled at him, and then I opened my mouth and let him see his cum pooling on my tongue. He stared at me while I swallowed and then I said, “Thank you, sir. I’m so happy I could please you.”

My curiosity was satisfied. I decided that you can’t tell a man’s skin color by the taste of his cum.

I put my dress back on. The desk clerk watched, and when I was ready he said, “You girls and your friends wait out by the desk. I’ll get the van driver ready.” Then he walked out.

Jo and I went out and waived the other guys over. We stood around the desk, talking quietly and waiting for the clerk to come back. I wasn’t so embarrassed that the others knew what I just did. But it bothered me that Jerry is aware of it. I wanted him to have a good opinion of me. I don’t imagine sucking off strangers is the best way to impress a boy. But I was told to do it and I’m just a slave.

The clerk returned a few minutes later and led us out to the van. He even held the doors for us! I smiled at him and thanked him and we were off.

I’m starting to wonder what the guys have been telling Jerry. He kept staring at me and he has the strangest look on his face. His cute face, I might add. If it were possible for me to date, Jerry is one of the guys I would sometimes lay in bed at night and fantasize about dating. Of course, my idea of a good date has just recently been drastically altered. Still, I think Jerry is cute. I used to have a crush on him. I once saw him come to the aid of a smaller kid who was being picked on by a couple of bullies. I thought that was so special. Most guys would just stand back and enjoy the show.

We got to the mall and the driver made sure we had the hotel’s phone number. He told us that when we were ready to be picked up we should call, and he would pick us up where he was dropping us off. Then he smiled at me and drove off. I turned around and the others were already heading for the door. Jerry is waiting for me.