Idiokti̱sía, Ypi̱réti̱s, Políti̱s Ch. 11

Morning Attendance

Pris woke at early dawn and slipped out of bed. It was midsummer, so she had two hours to meet her 7:00 am appointment. She showered and shaved, carefully cleaning right up next to her landing strip and everything below that. She spent minimal time at the makeup mirror, grabbed a power shake in the kitchen. Keeping with her instruction to stay naked at home, she slipped into a sexy little sheer knit dress and red acrylic fuck-me pumps at the door to the garage. The fire engine red, sleeveless number rode low across the breasts and was scooped backless down past her tailbone, leaving no doubt she was going full commando for the day. She let herself into Mitch's suite with ten minutes to spare. She instinctively stepped out of her dress just inside the door, leaving the heels on. There were two naked women asleep on the fold-out couch who didn't waken on her arrival. She crept into the bedroom and gently draped herself on the end of the bed. As instructed, her right hand found her cunt and began rubbing.

Pris' cunt was already fully swollen and drooling wet because she had masturbated the whole drive across town and the ride up the elevator. Before long her breathing became short quick pants, which roused Mitch. Waiting until she expressed her first orgasm, he opened his eyes and looked her over. He smiled and crawled off the bed. Jill stirred, but stayed asleep. As he walked past Pris to the bathroom, he gave her a disrespectful slap on the ass. A red palm print appeared. He left the door open and Pris could clearly hear him pissing. It went on for longer than she expected, sounding like a horse relieving himself. She sensed it when Mitch approached her from behind. She felt his hands grip her hips and his cock slide in deep. Mitch orgasmed immediately, letting out a satisfied "ahhh..." Again, like a horse relieving himself. He withdrew as soon as he was done.

Mitch smacked her hard on the other ass cheek, leaving a matching palm shaped welt, "Now get the fuck out of here!"

Pris jumped up, wiggled into her dress, and was already riding the elevator when she felt Mitch's full morning load leaking down her thighs. She pressed her knees together, instinctively trying to hold it in, but the muscle contraction only pushed more out.

Pris would have cupped her hand over her cunt trying to hold it, but an elderly woman got on two floors later. The old gal sniffed, wrinkled her nose, and glared at Pris the whole ride down. The pretty young woman in a tiny dress riding down a hotel elevator at seven in the morning disgusted her. Pris's dress was wrinkled, her hair was tousled, and she stank of recent sex. When the old woman got off at the lobby, she grunted low, "Stinkin' whore!" Pris grinned when she heard that and her nipples hardened.

By the time Pris made it to the ladies room, her thighs were slick all the way to her knees. She hiked her skirt up and sat on a toilette, surveying the disaster unfolding between her legs. She had hustled clear across town and exposed herself to receive Mitch's come. There had been four other naked women in the suite. He could have fucked any one of them. Instead, he had honored her with his seed. Now it was smeared uselessly up and down her legs.

Without processing the futility of it, she ran her fingers up her inner thigh and tried rubbing it into her cunt. She did that on her other thigh and the whole operation quickly degenerated into full on masturbation. She came hard, oblivious to the woman listening several stalls down. Unable to stop, she rubbed her way through two more before quitting. Priscilla licked her fingers clean. Rather than waste his come by cleaning it up with TP and flushing, she gathered as much as she could on her fingers, licking and swallowing what she could. When she left the stall, she looked at her disheveled image in the mirror. Her thighs, cunt, fingers, and lips were all wet with come and saliva. Priscilla smiled, for that seem somehow appropriate. When she got to her Audi, she hiked her skirt up to set her bare ass on the leather seat. While she drove she unconsciously stroked herself, occasionally bringing her fingertips to her nose, reciting what the old woman had called her, nodding in agreement. It would only take a few days of diving around bare assed before her drooling cunt left a permanent stain on the leather seat.

Pris tried to keep a fairly normal day. She met her regular tennis partner at the country club for a friendly match and lunch. Normally equal players, today Pris handily trounced her friend in straight sets. She had some sinful fun running around the court and wondering around the clubhouse in her short tennis skirt and skin tight sport top with no bra or panties. The tennis pro, one of her ex-lovers, tried to come on to her. She finally had to tell him "Fuck off, you ass!" to get rid of him. After lunch Pris spent extra time parading around the ladies locker room wearing only her clear red acrylic pumps. She stood uncomfortably close to her tennis partner in the showers while swabbing between her legs with a washcloth far longer than necessary. She inspected her awesome figure in the dressing mirrors, balanced expertly on those four inch spikes, posing, strutting, and gyrating like a stripper, turning side to side, cupping her breasts, showing off her hard nipples to the other women.

When the urge suddenly swept her, she dashed back into the showers, heels clacking loudly, taking a hand towel this time, getting it hot and soapy, holding it by the ends front to back, dragging it lengthwise up and down her cunt and the crack of her ass in slow luxurious strokes. Four nude bathers watched her openly masturbate with a hand towel in the common shower. A mother in her thirties watched in morbid disapproval. She had heard stories about Priscilla Andrews, and wanted to see for herself. Pris kept the strokes slow, staving off orgasm for several minutes, keeping a piercing gaze on the mother the whole time. Pris met the woman's scowl with a mischievous grin until she grunted out an orgasm. The woman may have been scowling, but was unable to look away from Pris's uncommonly luscious body, secretly wishing she was that uninhibited. And that beautiful. The other bathers were wide-eyed college girls who leaned in together, giggling in fascination. The alpa chick ordered the other two to meet at her place. All three knew what they were going to do when they got there. The mousy brunette was already touching herself in anticipation.

Pris got back into her cocktail dress and kept her weekly appointment with her hairdresser, Janice. When the gal leaned the chair back for a shampoo, Pris automatically spread her knees wide, hooked the heels of her pumps together, and rotated her pelvis up and out. The short skirt hiked up so that her wet swollen flower was obscenely presented. The gentle scalp massage of her shampoo relaxed her to the point that she wasn't even aware she was publicly fingering her cunt. Or if she was aware, she apparently couldn't care less.

Janice may have had a soft feminine exterior, on the inside she was an aggressive lesbian to whom weaker willed women naturally submitted. Janice recognized that Pris was stroking her cunt in time to her own shampooing hands and wasted no time taking advantage. She changed her pace several times: long firm strokes, gentle circles, quick finger flicks, lingering after each change, giving Pris enough time to match the external stimuli. Soon Pris's subconscious mind ceded full control of her hands to Janice, who gladly assumed command of the stunning beauty, guiding her through multiple ogasms. Janice allowed a few drops of soapy water to trickle into Pris's eyes. With her eyes squeezed shut Pris was unaware that everybody in the salon was watching. One customer got out her cell phone and filmed Pris's puppet-like compliance. She sent the video to several friends including her boyfriend. He passed it on and before long, the video went viral. Janice continued directing Pris and the show (and the orgasms) went on and on.

Janice rinsed Pris's hair and sat her up. As she opened her eyes the whole salon broke out in applause. Pris's face, neck and torso blushed with embarrassment, the delightful pink color spreading out her thighs and arms. Rather than stopping, Pris responded by lifting her legs wide, draping her knees over the armrests, lifting her tailbone off the chair, humping into the air, deliberately putting her cunt on display. The finger dancing between her legs got more intense and the derisive laughter triggered another orgasm. Janice peeled the sexy dress down off Pris's shoulders so it formed a puddled band around her waist, exposing her tits as well. While Janice dried and curled Pris's hair, she reached down to tweak Pris's nipples occasionally, making sure they stayed erect. Janice murmured instructions to Pris who obeyed without hesitation. Excited to have an audience, Pris kept her fingertips busy doing Janice's bidding for the rest of her appointment. The episode left Pris in such a good mood she tipped well and made a standing appointment with Janice for the same day every week for the next month to get started. Janice began scheming what else she might do with Pris, now that she knew the rich cunt was so easily dominated.

Pris and Marshall spent the evening nude, both masturbating on and off, even though they had an unexpected guest. The next morning, Pris presented herself again at the foot of Mitch's bed. She had brought along the guest.

Mitch heard the expected sound of Pris' labored breathing. When he opened his eyes, he saw another blond standing near the bed, her right hand gently stroking herself. Mitch broke into a broad smile, "You must be Shannon?"

She replied meekly, "Yes ... I am."

"Why did you come here?"

"I ... don't know. I couldn't seem to help myself."

"I thought you were up in Coco Beach."

"I was. Two days ago I had this sudden feeling, like I needed to come home. I couldn't shake it, so yesterday I drove down. Last night, my dad was walking around ... naked, ... he was, ... stroking himself. All night. Pris, too. Spreading her legs and touching herself no matter who was watching. As freaky as that was, I couldn't leave the room, I couldn't look away. I started getting horny. Before long I took my clothes off too. And, .. I, .. I masturbated. Once I started, as soon as I touched myself, I couldn't seem to stop. I had orgasms while my dad was watching, really good ones. This morning, I got up and came here with Pris. I really have no idea what is going on."

"Now really Shannon. You come to a stranger's hotel room. You take your clothes off without being told. There are five other naked women around. Why do you think Pris came here?"

"To have ... sex?"

Pris was still scrubing her cunt, hips humping, vigorously trying to get off. She'd given up even trying to control her hand. She was not paying much attention to the conversation, concentrating mostly on the wet interface between hand and cunt. She gave up these cute little squeaking grunts in time to her hand, leaving no doubt how close she was to her next orgasm.

"That's right, Shannon. Drape yourself off the end of the bed just like your stepmother."

Karen said, "Mitch, not to interfere, but I could use a blood sample..."

"Oh, alright. Be quick about it."

Karen took Shannon to the wet bar to take the samples. Pris watched Mitch casually molest Jill while they waited for them to return. Pris could tell the tiny blond was pregnant. She hadn't noticed the other evening, but now naked, Jill was beginning to show. Mitch put his lips over Jill's. His middle finger found her clitoris. It took only 4 or 5 strokes before she came, her squeal muffled by Mitch's open mouth. Shannon and Karen returned from the living room. Mitch told Karen, "Go call down and have breakfast sent up."

Shannon bent forward over the end of the bed, well away from Pris. Mitch stood behind them, "Come on, Shannon. Scoot over closer. Close enough so you are touching." Shannon moved closer to her stepmother until her knee brushed against Pris's. Mitch grabbed their hips and shoved them briskly together. He nudged their ankles together, then their shoulders and elbows.

"Pris, hold Shannon's hand, twine your fingers together, yes. Shannon, can you feel Pris moving rhythmically? You know what she is doing, of course. That makes you horny, doesn't it? Feeling her body move, knowing your slutty step mother is pleasuring herself? Pris, stop rubbing yourself for a moment. Hold your body still. Shannon, put your free hand between your legs and stroke. Hump your hips against your hand. You feel it too, don't you Pris? Whenever Shannon masturbates, you get horny. This is how I want you to present yourselves in the morning: two hony sluts, leaned in together so you are touching from hand to foot, both of you pleasuring yourself. Now, turn your faces toward each other and kiss."

Mitch admired the two kissing squirming beauties for a moment, then slipped his cock into Shannon. Keeping with the servicing theme, he shot a partial load into her and pulled out. He moved over to Pris and entered her, coming immediately. Unable to resist, he rested for an extra moment or two inside Pris before exiting. Not thrusting, just holding at full insertion.

Mitch told them to stand and hug each other until they felt his come begin to drool out. Pris and Shannon did as instructed, stood and hugged. They kissed, not because Mitch had told them, not because they felt affection for each other, but because it seemed like the right thing to do, kiss the naked woman you were hugging. Soon they both felt some come leaking down their legs. They nodded to Mitch.

"Now, girls, lay on your sides on the bed in a nice 69 position. Lift your knees a bit. Get right in there. Don't be shy, you'll be getting a lot of face time between each other's thighs from now on. You both know what to do. Stick your tongue out and lick each other clean. That's good, keep going until breakfast gets here. Press your thighs against each other's ears so you cannot hear anything."

Mitch leaned in, lifted Shannon's knee a bit, and whispered in Pris's ear, "You've always resented your step-daughter's hold on her daddy. You think of her as a childish whiner, an obstacle to your real objective, his wealth. Your schemes that got her to move to Coco Beach have apparently failed. You will continue your plan of trying to get rid of her, always on the lookout for ways to be mean and spiteful to your stepdaughter."

Lifting Pris's knee, he leaned in close to Shannon, "You are still jealous of Pris' relationship with your father, and angry that he came between him and your mother. You resent that she is more beautiful than you. You see her as a deceitful gold digger. Tell her bluntly whenever she does something you don't like using derogatory language. You are moving back from Coco Beach to become a constant thorn in her side."

Shannon was no stranger to licking pussy. Pris wasn't the first by a long shot. Shannon had first tasted pussy in high school and had been prolifically bisexual since. This was however the first time she had ever licked one right after it had been fucked by a cock. The lubrication had a thicker texture and the small trickle of Mitch's come at her opening was addicting. She attacked her stepmom's cunt like a starving person, eager to get Mitch's come. Judging by Pris's energetic tonguing, she was experiencing the same hunger.

From the sound of things, the others were were starting breakfast without them. Shannon had no intention of quitting until she had sucked as much come as she could out of Pris's velvet hole. She stuck her tongue as far up Pris's cunt as far as it would reach and wagged it around. Pris tensed up and orgasmed. While she did, she latched on to Shannon's clit with puckered lips and sucked hard. Which triggered a orgasm from Shannon in turn. They swapped orgasms for a while, sucking and swallowing until no more could be had. Only then did they join the others for breakfast.

After breakfast was done he gave Pris and Shannon their operating orders. He had them stand side by side, legs wide, fingers laced behind their heads, bodies on display. "Pris, Shannon, we have to leave. Jill and Karen have some beach combing to do and I have to look up a ship's captain. You will stay here until noon with Lucy and Lucinda. Start in the shower together where Lucinda will demonstrate what proper grooming I expect from you. Once you are thoroughly cleaned up, the four of you should spend the rest of the morning on the bed together. Again, Lucinda knows what to do. Even though her English is weak, you must do everything she tells you, every little detail. Much of what she likes doesn't require words. Some of what she makes you do may be quite humiliating. That's OK. You both get excited by the idea of a Mexican hotel maid making you perform degrading sexual acts purely for her amusement."

"After noon, you two will return home where you will observe the following rules. Just like your father and your stepmother, Shannon you will remain barefoot naked whenever you are at home. And just like them you will freely masturbate without hiding or hesitating whenever you feel the urge. Now I know you two don't care much for each other. However, this will not stop you from swapping oral sex multiple times a day. Your personal dislike for each other actually drives your physical encounters. It starts with an argument over some petty issue that quickly accelerates. Whenever the two of you fight, you will compulsively stroke you own cunt, quite unable to control your own hands. The more you bicker and argue, the more rigorous your masturbation. Finally, the only way to restrain your hands will be to lay down in a 69 and lick each other off. Your mutual orgasms will stave off the fighting, for a while anyway. Sooner or later, you'll be at each other again. Your days will be filled with fighting, and masturbating, and cunt licking ... fighting, and masturbating, and cunt licking. Like each other or not, you'll become psychologically addicted to the taste of each other's cunt and all the mutual orgasms. You'll find the longer you lick each other, the more times you make each other come, the longer you will get along without arguing. You can decide for yourself which is better, fighting or eating pussy."

"Since you have to get up early in the mornings, you'll always go to bed early. Which brings us to your nighttime game: you will take turns forcing the other to have as many orgasms as you can manage. With Marshall watching you will go to bed scissor legged with your crotches pressed firmly together. Deep restful sleep will come almost immediately. Your dreams will be saturated with images of the three of us in the same bed fucking, but pleasuring yourself at night is strictly forbidden. In alternating turns you will wake up horny. When you do, you'll assume a dominant role and rub your cunt against your sleep mate's cunt, aggressively fucking her until she comes a few times. When it is your turn to be in control like this, you'll savor the opportunity to make your step mother or daughter come as many times as you can. The more she comes, the bigger your ego grows. This chance to control her makes you so excited that you usually come yourself after your opponent's third or fourth."

"On the receiving end, several times a night some nasty dream will become real as you wake up with your bedmate humping her slick wet pussy against yours. When this happens, you will accept that for the moment you are a subordinate cunt who is getting fucked against her will. Your only option is to squirm like a stuck pig and take it. Simply being a subby lesbian cunt will make you excited, but the humiliation of being being dominated by your stepmother or daughter will make you easily have orgasm after orgasm, leaving you completely at the mercy of your bedmate. When your attacker does orgasm, you'll both fall right back to sleep for more horny dreams."