Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06

"Fuck me! Please fuck me now! I want it... I want your cock." Holding her lips apart, arms positioned to let the lens catch it from where it rested at the edge of the counter, Dave eased 1/2 of his shaft into her sex, smiling broadly at the husky 'Yesss!' that escaped Sharon's throat, her body hungry for her bare black meat. He fucked into her for a moment until he was sure she was still hot enough not to balk at what he wanted to do. He pulled out, delighting at the way she pouted about losing their intimate contact.

"You know where I want it." She nodded, turning to bend over the counter & offer him her ass. He shook his head, "Dear, sweet BZ Bitch. I want you in your own bed. Take me to your bedroom. Sharon nodded, blushing at the realization he was going to fuck her in the bed she shared with her husband. But she didn't hesitate, sauntering down the hall to the master bedroom.

Dave was relieved to find a tripod in the husband's closet. He set his camera up to catch the action, then added a new tape to the Sobel's camcorder to catch everything from a second angle. Every few moment he paused to tease the ready & willing slut wife where she lay on the bed, masturbating. When he was set, in just a few minutes, he told her to get up & do a striptease.

Without hesitation Sharon stood, while Dave occupied the place she had been moments before. She offered a seductive bump & grind while starting to take off the T, but Dave had her leave it on. She wriggled out of the skirt, then approached the bed & let Dave remove her thong with his teeth. Heels & T still on, he pulled her down on top of him, & her hands caught his shaft, guiding him into her wet & steaming sex with practiced ease. He lay back, letting her ride him, which she did eagerly. Every few minutes he'd have her beg for it. Dave marveled at how lovely she looked rocking over him, hips pumping methodically. He reached up to knead her breasts, eventually rolling the T to bare her turgid nipples, which he pinched & sucked at hungrily. She cried out repeatedly as she came at least four times in 10 minutes.

Dave used her compete abandon to assure the perfect blackmail tape, stopping her humping on his cock just as her 4th climax was cresting. She whimpered & moaned, begging for him to fuck her. He got up, telling her to bend over the bed & back onto his cock, which she did with obvious delight. Dave caught her waist with one hand & fucked her doggie style through her climax, then had her turn & climb onto him, rutting against his big cock as he stood at the foot of the bed. When she was getting close, he put her on her hands & knees & with a little prompting the once shy, repressed housewife begged for him to fuck her ass. After enjoying that for several minutes, Dave pulled out & had her clean him with her mouth before he lay back & had her ride his jutting erection once again. By the time her next orgasm was approaching, Dave was ready to cum, too. He knew the risks-Shaun didn't want this one knocked up... yet, anyway-but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Catching her hips, he lifted the still hot wife off of his cock, standing & then impaling her completely as he approached the dresser where her camcorder was running. Picking it up, he flicked open the viewscreen, then returned to the bed, laying Sharon on her back, his cock buried fully in her sex. He resumed thrusting into her, reaching down to rub her swollen clit with a thumb until she was shivering & moaning.

"You like that, bitch?" She nodded. "Tell me... tell me what you want."

"Fuck me," Sharon groaned, hands catching his ass, pulling him against her eagerly. "Give me that cock... fuck me, daddy... fuck your bitch. Make me cum."

"You want my cum?" he taunted, & she nodded.

"Give it to me, baby... Give me your cum. No matter what they had done to her until then, none of the guys who had fucked her had actually finished inside of her. The BZ brothers had used condoms or had finished in another hole, & there'd been the ever-present focus on 'the money shot' at the photo shoot. Dave delighted in the realization he was going to be the 1st to cream inside her twitching cunt. He hammered into her harder than before, & Sharon seemed dimly aware of what he intended.

"Oh!" she moaned, shuddering in orgasm, "Be careful...I could get... Ohhhh!" Dave cut loose, hosing her deep with the first jet of his cum. He backed out as the second spasm pumped jism into her chute. Then he was free of her clutching box. The third streamer of cum spattered the carpet of stubble above her swollen, reddened seam. He redirected, firing the fourth rope onto her chest. He leaned forward, & like some sexual marksman fired the fifth & sixth streamers into her open, moaning mouth. As his waning ejaculate painted her breasts & abdomen, Sharon wantonly licked her cum spattered lips & then began to clean her torso with her fingers, licking them clean without Dave's order to do so.

Pleasantly spent, Dave moved around the bed, still filming the slutty housewife as she came down from her own orgasm, unaware of what she was doing. He carefully filmed his shrinking but still impressive meat as he wiped himself clean on her hubby's pillow. Still filming, he checked the clock: 45 minutes since they pulled in the drive. By the time they had a bite to eat & got to the mall the stores would be open. Eyeing the panting, barely conscious blonde, he retrieved his camcorder & kept both filming, one atop the other, while closing the tripod. 'No sense wasting a perfectly good Sony digital system,' he thought, intent on taking both back to school.

"That was great, my little slut," he praised, "But we have places to go & people to see, just like I told you." Sharon looked at him groggily. "Up, up, up," he repeated, smiling at the mental picture of the blonde wife wearing a dog collar & leash. She sat up, putting a hand protectively between her legs.

"Oh God, oh God," she murmured, "You came... you came inside of me."

"You wanted it. You told me, remember?" Dave taunted. No use letting her know the BZ had plenty of the 'morning after pill.' Time enough for that later. Sharon stood up abruptly, & took a step toward the bathroom. "Whoa," Dave cautioned, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have to... have to clean up," Sharon mumbled, hand still cupped over her sex.

"Nope," Dave leered at her, throwing the thong he had picked up to her, followed by the skirt, "No time for that. Get dressed, bitch... We have to leave."

"But..."

"But what?" Dave cautioned, "You wanting to put on this little show when... Flora gets back?" Sharon blinked, horror widening her eyes. She hastily straightened her shirt, the struggled into the skirt, pulling the panties up last, after wiping what she could of their mingled, leaking spend on the sheet beneath the comforter. Dave hid his smile, aware that she was still hot enough that her nipples were still hard. He decided the stress was enough that he had better use the second drink, though. He followed the just fucked mother down the hall to the garage. She meekly climbed into the passenger seat, then sat uncomfortably as he backed out of the garage & into the street. He made no comment as she hid her face while they started down the street.

As he pulled onto the highway a few minutes later, Dave casually asked, "Who's the hottie in the picture on your dresser?" Sharon stiffened, but then shrugged,

"That's Lisa, my daughter," she said." Dave just nodded, seemingly concentrating on the road. "She's a senior in high school," she added needlessly, "My son, Christopher junior, is a sophomore." Dave pointed at the glass in the cup holder & Sharon dutifully took a drink, unconsciously spreading her legs to offer his again probing hand access to her recently used sex. She was amazed & a little embarrassed to find herself responding quickly & strongly, despite having just finished with Dave. There was a sinful mix of pleasure & guilt at the knowledge she had never experienced such pleasure before meeting Dave & Shaun. She tried to find the will to resist the growing need she felt within her body, but did not have the will. When she shivered a moment later, Dave stopped, teasingly leaving her on the edge.

"I'm hungry," Dave said conversationally, "I'm thinking some chicken sounds good now." He glanced over at her, "You think that's what we eat, don't you?"

"W-what?" Sharon blinked, trying to refocus on anything but the tingling need for release.

"Isn't that what you rich folk think? That we drink Colt .45 & eat fried chicken?" Sharon shook her head.

"I don't believe in stereotypes." Dave laughed.

"Ha, that's great... but I do like chicken," he paused, "& hell, at least Colt's cheap. Though I admit, a nice Merlot is better anytime. Where should we eat then," he paused, "Red Lobster?" He smiled at the way she stiffened, "Naw, I've got all the fish I need right here," his right hand gave her wet sex another lingering rub. "Hey, how about Panera?" A quiet whimper escaped Sharon's lips at the thought she would certainly be seen by someone she knew. She looked around, realizing belatedly they were on the other side of town.

Dave took the next exit & in just a couple minutes he had pulled up outside a shopping mall. She looked around, aware she had driven past the mall many times, but equally sure she had never gone inside.

"There's a great little breakfast place here," Dave said, then smiled, "& we can do our shopping here, too. Don't worry," he gave a knowing smile, "You won't see anyone you know here... this is the dark mall. Sharon nodded, certain he was right, even though they were not technically on the 'other side of town.' For as little as her friends came this far to the other side of the highway, they could have been on Mars. She looked down at her outfit, though, horrified at the prospect of being seen by anyone dressed so... sinfully.

Dave opened her door & she got out obediently, not reacting when he caught her skirt, leaving it high as her feet dropped to the asphalt. He released the hem, then pointed at the drink, which she collected, following him inside. He led the way straight through the mall to the food court, seemingly oblivious to the stares & comments that followed in their wake. For her part, Sharon was blushing from head to toe as men & women stared at her, many pausing to point her out to friends & speaking about her behind their hands. Dave selected a table at the small diner, leaving Sharon trying to maintain some semblance of dignity by keeping her knees crossed. She could feel their mingled fluids still leaking from her seam, & knew as she sat that if they were any time there would be a tell tale spot on her skirt. Thinking quickly, she flipped the skirt back while sitting, trying to ignore the sharp gasp of rebuke a fellow diner offered.

Dave ordered for them both without asking what she wanted. When the poached egg arrived, she stared longingly at his pancake & egg meal, but he did not share. At his direction she finished her meager meal & the drink she had brought in. She nearly gasped when she felt his hand slip into her lap, but even knowing someone could see them, his touch quickly had her so hot she would have let him fuck her then & there. Leaning close, she murmured her needs to him.

"God I'm so hot. I need you daddy... I want to feel you inside of me." Dave nodded knowingly, then leaned closer to her.

"You do what I tell you for the next couple hours & I'll get you off however you want. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Are you ready to get started?" She looked around, certain he was going to have her show herself off... at least she did not know any of these people. She nodded again. Dave threw a 20 on the table, covering the meal & a generous tip. Taking her hand, he led her out into the mall. Though she was attracting more attention if anything in her obviously aroused state, her focus stayed on Dave & what he had promised her.

Chapter 5

They turned in to a small boutique she realized belatedly was a hair salon.

"I help you?" the diminutive Asian woman asked, stepping around the counter. Sharon just stood mute, unsure what was expected of her.

"Is the Argon fixed?" Dave asked. The tiny older woman nodded. "Is Danielle working?" Another nod. "Great," Dave pulled several bills out of his wallet, "I have an errand to run. I want my girl here to have the full treatment." The woman turned & shouted something in a singsong voice to the back of the store. A heavyset black woman waddled out of the shadows, her leer as she eyed Sharon hauntingly similar to Dave's.

"You want the usual, sugar?" she asked. Dave pondered that for a minute, & when he spoke, Sharon found herself trying to remember what the black woman had asked him. Something about it seemed familiar, but she focused instead on what he was saying.

"Lets' tighten the sides... highlight the tips... frost it... whatever it is you do," the woman nodded. "I want a single long braid behind her... left ear. Leave it long in back. That'll be important. Oh & Sue Lin?" the Asian nodded expectantly, "Lets have one five nails, match the paint... I'm thinking fire engine, but make it look good. Dark headlights... & her how we want it..."

"You want landing pad?" Sharon frowned, wondering what exactly they were saying.

"Naw, do a Brazilian V," Dave answered. The woman looked at him for a moment, then sniffed.

"It not grow back, you know." Dave nodded.

"Wouldn't want it to... no fun banging sandpaper, is it?" The woman shrugged. Sharon felt a strange tingle but still was not sure just what they were talking about. "How long?"

"Whole thing?" the Asian woman pursed her lips, "She behave?" Dave smiled.

"I don't know," he looked at Sharon, "You'll behave?" She nodded immediately. He looked at her, "I should be clear. That means you do whatever they say. No arguing or I'll let hubby come pick you up. OK?" Sharon nodded again. When she looked back, she was sure the Asian woman had been leering at her. She pursed her lips & said, "Be back here ninety minutes."

"That's fast," Dave was pleased. He slapped several bills on the counter, then turned & left Sharon with the women without a glance or another word.

"Girl, I don't know where they come from," the black woman said to her friend as she motioned for Sharon to follow her toward the back of the little store, "But this sure is the finest he's hooked." Sharon smiled, taking the comment as a compliment. She was surprised but managed not to react when the heavier, shorter woman ran a hand down her side to her bottom, slipping back until it was pressing between Sharon's cheeks. As she squeezed Sharon's bottom, she spoke over her shoulder to the other stylist.

"She older. Should know better," the tiny older woman's accent seemed less pronounced. Abruptly she hurried down the dim hall, turning in front of Sharon & holding the bills out to her, "You want go home? Could go. Have more than hour." Sharon looked at the woman, trying to decide if it was some test... a trick? Was she serious? Should she go? Even as she tried to make herself take the money-a cab could get her home & she could end this-her reality was painfully obvious: They would show Chris... he would see her fucking Dave in her own bedroom. She shivered at the thought, & that quickly knew she had no choice... whatever they wanted of her, she had to do. She shook her head, feigning shock.

"Of course not. I, uh, want to do this." The Asian woman glanced at the other woman.

"Someday I win bet," she groused, "You want go first?" The younger larger woman nodded, & taking Sharon by the elbow, led her into a small room without a door. She hit a switch & Sharon paused-the chair was like nothing she had seen in a salon before. It had the right things, but there were extra shiny plates and rings that looked like she could be locked in place. She hesitated, & the woman snorted.

"Don't worry, hon', we ain't tyin' you up... you want this, remember?" Sharon could tell the woman was taunting her. Fighting to maintain her balance on suddenly shaky legs, Sharon sat in the chair, which rocked back alarmingly. The stylist, who was shorter than Sharon but was easily twice as wide, easily spun the chair halfway around, facing it away from the door. Sharon realized belatedly there was no mirror over the salon sink in front of her.

"Uh, is this right?" she managed, "I mean... there's no mirror." The woman snorted.

"Honey, just think of it was waiting 'til I'm done... you'll see the whole package. Now lean back," she hit a lever & the chair reclined even more severely, "& trust me, I know what he wants." Sharon wondered what she was letting this stranger do to her... what it was Dave 'wanted' as the woman set about fussing with her hair. She cringed when the scissors began to take bites of her hair, but the woman hovering about her did not notice. She seemed comfortable with the task, like she did it every day. The woman snipped & trimmed & clipped, then shaved & shaped. Sharon tried to keep track of the time but that quickly proved impossible. She drifted off, surprised to find her thighs spread when she woke. The same woman was deftly applying some thick cream to her hair. Without a word she rinsed it, then repeated the process before working the first of several liquids to Sharon's hair.

Sharon winced, sure she could smell bleach, & embarrassed as she realized she could also smell herself-she was aroused. The woman's pudgy fingers worked through her hair, scissors taking more bites, followed by brief touches with the trimmer; it felt distressingly close to her scalp where it swept over her ears. Before she could ask about it, the woman spun the chair & her head was dunked almost completely into the basin. Holding her with her hair submerged, the woman tugged at Sharon's hair. Sharon could not see it was being pushed & pulled through a special rubber dam. Without drying it when the chair sat up a bit, the stylist applied another round of thick cream before wrapping the ends in foil.

Sharon gasped when the woman flipped her skirt up & nudged her damp thong aside.

"Trust me, Honey. You want this to match or they'll give you shit. I told you: trust me." She set about applying something cold to Sharon's pubes, taking longer than Sharon had expected. She shivered as the woman's fingers lingered over her clit, then dipped down even around her asshole. The woman licked her lips, & suddenly Sharon wondered if she would be asked to do something sexual with her. The stylist apparently decided against pushing it, though. After applying the same gel to the housewife's brows, she stepped out of the room for several moments. Sharon giggled when the woman used a sprayer to wash her sex clean, then deftly brushed another sort of gel or goo over her still short pubic thatch. "There now... I'll do it again but before we do the lips & eyes Sue will get you taken care of down here..." The black hairdresser paused to brush more of some gel through Sharon's brows, then waddled out of the room. A moment later the smaller woman entered, dragging a boxy machine after her. She plugged it into a wall socket, then donned red glasses.

"What are you doing?" Sharon managed but as she tried to sit up the woman spoke sharply in another language, pushing firmly on Sharon's stomach.

"Caution!" she shrilled, "You move you mess up. Me not responsible." So Sharon waited, lying as still as she could. The woman pushed her legs apart on the separated supports of the chair, sliding her chair right up between the housewife's splayed thighs. She rubbed up from the top of Sharon's seam moving toward her left hip, then repeated the motion going to the right. As the woman leaned close, Sharon held her breath, sure another woman was going to lick her sex. She paused, wondering why that seemed so familiar. There was a buzzing snap. She felt something like a pinch, but it wasn't painful, & before she could say anything it was repeated. Then the buzz stayed on, interrupted by a steady, rapid 'snap snap snap snap snap.' Occasionally the woman paused, wiping at Sharon's mons critically. Then the sound & the odd pulling, burning sensation resumed.