Erotic Story Laura and Susan Part Two [I Like Erotic Stories]
The following story is for adults only and should not be read by or shown to anyone else. All characters in my stories are over eighteen and above the age of consent.
This is a two part story
Part Two
Susan was sitting at an outdoor table of a café wearing designer sunglasses and smirking as Laura tottered up the next day in a pair of impossible heels. Susan's instructions had been implicit, Laura had to be wearing the highest heels she had (and if they weren't high enough they would just go and buy a higher pair), the shortest skirt and the most revealing top she owned. This was followed by instructions of where to meet Susan and that they would be enjoying a girl's day out in the city.
Susan pointed to the seat across from her and commanded Laura to be seated. There was a large glass of beer at the seat and whether she liked it or not Susan instructed Laura to get drinking while Susan enjoyed her own more ladylike drink.
"Here, put that on."
Susan tossed across a thin black leather necklace with the word "SLUT" at its centre. Reluctantly Laura picked it up and pulled it tight around her smooth neck.
They sat in an uncomfortable silence and watched the city go by. Occasionally Susan told Laura to open her legs and flash her knickers when some rough sort like a labourer went past and Laura meekly complied, but for the most part Susan seemed intent on having her drink merrily through three more tall glasses of beer until Laura had to get up and make for inside.
"Where are you going bitch?"
"I need to pee."
"I see, well I want you to do it right where you're sitting."
"What!?"
"Are you stupid? I said you can go pee pee right there. I want you to wet yourself. Piss your knickers in your seat. Understand? It's just your next penance. I assume that won't be a problem, will it?"
Laura slowly resumed her seat in the canvas chair and uncomfortably looked around. It was afternoon and the smart café/bar was inhabited by a lot of gossiping women taking a break from a hard day's shopping. There were plenty of young waiters moving about too so to do this and not get noticed would be very hard. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment and once more she was reminded of why she was doing this to herself and that she deserved to be humiliated in any fashion going as it still would not be as bad as what she had subjected her sister to.
Susan pushed her sunglasses down her nose and peered sternly at her companion. Taking a deep breath Laura screwed her eyes and began to strain and try to force her bladder to empty where she sat. At first she had no success but then it burst forth and Laura felt a horrible warmth spread through her crotch and seep into her knickers and skirt and pour down her legs.
Susan stifled a giggle and then very deliberately raised her hand to attract a young waitress to come over. Laura's eyes went comically wide and she struggled to finish her pee and had just managed to do just that when the girl arrived at Susan's side.
"Yes Miss?"
"Can you help my friend, she seems to have had a little accident."
That flustered Laura and the waitress ( a pretty raven haired girl that must have been just out of school) peered at the nervous Laura, suspecting that this was yet another case of one of these older women having had too much to drink and spilling their drink. It was only as she took out her cloth and moved to wipe the dark patch on the seat that it dawned on her that this wasn't beer. The waitress recoiled, exclaimed and treated Laura to the most withering, humiliating look. Some of the people at nearby tables looked up to see what had happened and just like that Laura had an audience.
"I, Uh... sorry, I just, uh...er."
Words and actions failed the sexy Laura and the waitress by now had seen and read the word on the necklace she wore and was staring at her like she was lower than a piece of shit on her shoe.
"I think you should leave, we don't need your sort in an establishment like this."
Susan chuckled and threw a few notes on the table to pay their bill and laughed as each head in the café turned to watch Laura rise shamefacedly, her skirt dark and damp where she had pissed herself and beat a hasty retreat into a crowded street. Seconds later Susan was behind her and guiding her into a derelict alley. She smiled as it appeared that Laura was on the verge of tears at her public humiliation at the café.
"That was fun, wasn't it? Still I guess those wet knickers could be uncomfortable for you. Why don't you take them off."
It wasn't a question and they both knew it and quite frankly despite her short skirt Laura was glad to peel off the wringing wet knickers as she had them in her hand Susan informed her what to do with them.
"Put them in your mouth bitch and you can keep them there until we come to a bar where you can go into and clean up in the bathrooms."
Laura made to complain but didn't, she knew the stakes she was playing for and rather reluctantly lifted her thong knickers and pushed them into her mouth. The taste and smell were vile and she nearly gagged but somehow kept them in her mouth as Susan headed back into the main street again and the two sexy women proceeded to walk along it. People looked at Laura, the dark stains on her skirt were very suspicious but somehow she ignored them and concentrated on following Susan deeper into the city.
They were in a very seedy part of town now and the bars were cheap and trashy and much less salubrious than just minutes earlier and Susan headed into one and Laura followed obediently behind her. At the bar Susan pointed at the toilets and told her charge to go and take her knickers out of her mouth and bin them, Laura had never been quite so glad to do something as then. Any uplift in feeling though was quickly wiped away when she returned to the bar to find Susan in deep conversation with a man in a suit, as soon as Laura emerged from the toilets both their gazes turned to watch her.
The man was in his fifties with a weatherbeaten face and he openly leered at Laura, appraising her face and body as she slowed coming towards them.
"This is Derek, he owns this place, he's been kind enough to grant you an interview so let's go back to his office and you can show us how sorry you are for what you did to Kelly, shall we?"
Laura didn't like the sound of that but as Susan had alluded to, she had little or no say in the matter so she just got up and trailed behind the other two into a smoky office at the back of the club. As Derek closed the door behind them the banging music faded down to a much more pleasurable decibel and Derek sat behind a large wooden desk while Susan took the one seat across from him, leaving Laura standing awkwardly beside her.
It was Derek that spoke as he lit a cigar and puffed smoke into the air.
"Get a lot of girls in here I do, and you know what I tell all of them? No? Well I'll tell you. I tell them that the hardest punter they've got to impress is me. They want to get up on one of my stages and strip for cash and they have to impress me first, so little lady, let's see what you've got, shall we?"
Laura had suspected as much, that Susan was setting her up to have to become a stripper. That was bad enough (though Laura was an exhibitionist by nature) but the prospect of stripping for this fat pervert certainly didn't amuse her. But yet again one glance at Susan reminded Laura of her penance and her guilt kicked in. Reluctantly Laura peeled off her shirt and her skirt and stood naked across the desk from Derek.
He stared at her intently. Which seemed to make Laura very uncomfortable, which he liked. She was a good looking young woman but by no means the sexiest bitch Derek had 'interviewed' in this office. But most of the others had been either eager or desperate and there was something infinitely more arousing to the old misogynist about someone standing before him that really didn't want to be there. He took a long, lingering puff on his cigar, blew the smoke across the desk at Laura and continued to appraise her body before finally speaking.
"Tell you what darling, my eyesights not what it used to be, must be too much playing with myself, eh? Ha! Why don't you come round here and I can better inspect the goods, eh? See if you cut the mustard."
He made Laura's skin crawl, he was such a creep. His voice dripped of insincerity and ill disguised menace. Laura felt like an animal at a cattle market or a slave in Roman days, but she guessed that was what Susan had wanted her to feel. She had to force her feet to move to walk around slowly and stand beside Derek's leather back chair. He dropped his cigar into a large ashtray and got to his feet and started to slowly circle Laura, examining her closely, staring at her legs, peering at the tattoo stamped just above her arse crack, leering at her pussy and her tits. She flinched as he ran his fingers into her hair and smelled it.
"Yeah, you'll do. Still there's one other thing girls have to do to get a job here darling, know what that is?"
Laura could guess alright and she stared across the desk at Susan and tried to make one last appeal to the controlling blonde but could see it was hopeless. She did though manage to shake her head. Whether it was a no that she didn't know or a no she didn't want this to happen no one would ever know. Derek wrapped the rest of his fist into Laura's blonde hair and roughly pulled her near to his mouth and his foul breath invaded her senses as he hissed the answer.
"They bend over this desk and take it in the arse. So bend over girlie!"
Laura felt like she was in a trance as she allowed him to push her towards the large desk by her head and then bent her over it. He kicked her feet apart and spat on her arse crack and casually used his fingers to rub his saliva over her arsehole. Laura moaned and again was struck by the feeling that she deserved this horrible treatment for her infidelity but at the same time she did not want this, not from this disgusting specimen of a man. She jumped at the sudden, harsh sound of his zip being jerked open and dropped her forehead to the cool wood of the top of the desk as she felt the slimy touch of his huge thick stiff cock press against her arse cheeks.
Derek looked over at Susan, who was coolly sipping her drink and viewing proceedings with detached disdain.
"I hope you had one of them blue pills before she came in, I think the bitch will appreciate it?"
"Oh I'm sure she will Derek, I'm sure she will."
Laura felt his full weight press against her from behind, pinning her to the desk and with some adjustment she had the tip of his huge fat cock lined up with her tight arsehole. With a grunt and a shove he was sliding into her and once in he pulled back only to slam forward again. Then he reached over, picked up his cigar and began to fuck Laura while puffing contentedly on his Cuban. Laura had rarely felt so worthless and abused but when she lifted her head and stared at Susan she got no comfort. Her 'handler' was glaring at her with hatred and pleasure in her eyes, she was obviously enjoying Laura's humiliation.
Derek pumped her like that, across his desk for nearly twenty minutes. He was slow but hard in his thrusts into her and every so often he would grunt or make some derogatory, sexist comment across to Susan. But as it became obvious he was nearing the point of climax he suddenly pulled out of Laura's arsehole and waddled around his desk and thrust his dick into the surprised Laura's mouth. The smell and taste were awful and he held her head so that the full length of his dick was jammed into her throat before it started to throb and spasm and then began to spray wave after wave of watery cum deep into Laura's throat.
When he was done he wiped the last of his cum on her red lips and quickly zipped up his trousers and walked back around the desk and resumed his cigar.
"Yeah babe, the bitch can have the gig, she's got a decent enough body that the punters will like. Her tits are a bit girl next door but we can pair her with one of our livelier girls for a show so we can make use of her. Bring her back this time next week, make sure her hair has been dyed and her tan is full by then, OK?"
Susan listened and nodded and waited as a subdued and degraded Laura got dressed again. They exited through the Club and as it was a bit busier they stopped to watch some of the dancers in various states of undress. Susan stopped and pointed to a couple of blondes putting on a naked lesbian show and said.
"Just think, that'll be you this time next week. And guess what, as a surprise I'm going to be contacting a few of your old friends through Facebook just so you'll have plenty of familiar faces to see your debut. I might even convince your sister to come along, I think that would help your case with her bitch"
This is a two part story
Part Two
Susan was sitting at an outdoor table of a café wearing designer sunglasses and smirking as Laura tottered up the next day in a pair of impossible heels. Susan's instructions had been implicit, Laura had to be wearing the highest heels she had (and if they weren't high enough they would just go and buy a higher pair), the shortest skirt and the most revealing top she owned. This was followed by instructions of where to meet Susan and that they would be enjoying a girl's day out in the city.
Susan pointed to the seat across from her and commanded Laura to be seated. There was a large glass of beer at the seat and whether she liked it or not Susan instructed Laura to get drinking while Susan enjoyed her own more ladylike drink.
"Here, put that on."
Susan tossed across a thin black leather necklace with the word "SLUT" at its centre. Reluctantly Laura picked it up and pulled it tight around her smooth neck.
They sat in an uncomfortable silence and watched the city go by. Occasionally Susan told Laura to open her legs and flash her knickers when some rough sort like a labourer went past and Laura meekly complied, but for the most part Susan seemed intent on having her drink merrily through three more tall glasses of beer until Laura had to get up and make for inside.
"Where are you going bitch?"
"I need to pee."
"I see, well I want you to do it right where you're sitting."
"What!?"
"Are you stupid? I said you can go pee pee right there. I want you to wet yourself. Piss your knickers in your seat. Understand? It's just your next penance. I assume that won't be a problem, will it?"
Laura slowly resumed her seat in the canvas chair and uncomfortably looked around. It was afternoon and the smart café/bar was inhabited by a lot of gossiping women taking a break from a hard day's shopping. There were plenty of young waiters moving about too so to do this and not get noticed would be very hard. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment and once more she was reminded of why she was doing this to herself and that she deserved to be humiliated in any fashion going as it still would not be as bad as what she had subjected her sister to.
Susan pushed her sunglasses down her nose and peered sternly at her companion. Taking a deep breath Laura screwed her eyes and began to strain and try to force her bladder to empty where she sat. At first she had no success but then it burst forth and Laura felt a horrible warmth spread through her crotch and seep into her knickers and skirt and pour down her legs.
Susan stifled a giggle and then very deliberately raised her hand to attract a young waitress to come over. Laura's eyes went comically wide and she struggled to finish her pee and had just managed to do just that when the girl arrived at Susan's side.
"Yes Miss?"
"Can you help my friend, she seems to have had a little accident."
That flustered Laura and the waitress ( a pretty raven haired girl that must have been just out of school) peered at the nervous Laura, suspecting that this was yet another case of one of these older women having had too much to drink and spilling their drink. It was only as she took out her cloth and moved to wipe the dark patch on the seat that it dawned on her that this wasn't beer. The waitress recoiled, exclaimed and treated Laura to the most withering, humiliating look. Some of the people at nearby tables looked up to see what had happened and just like that Laura had an audience.
"I, Uh... sorry, I just, uh...er."
Words and actions failed the sexy Laura and the waitress by now had seen and read the word on the necklace she wore and was staring at her like she was lower than a piece of shit on her shoe.
"I think you should leave, we don't need your sort in an establishment like this."
Susan chuckled and threw a few notes on the table to pay their bill and laughed as each head in the café turned to watch Laura rise shamefacedly, her skirt dark and damp where she had pissed herself and beat a hasty retreat into a crowded street. Seconds later Susan was behind her and guiding her into a derelict alley. She smiled as it appeared that Laura was on the verge of tears at her public humiliation at the café.
"That was fun, wasn't it? Still I guess those wet knickers could be uncomfortable for you. Why don't you take them off."
It wasn't a question and they both knew it and quite frankly despite her short skirt Laura was glad to peel off the wringing wet knickers as she had them in her hand Susan informed her what to do with them.
"Put them in your mouth bitch and you can keep them there until we come to a bar where you can go into and clean up in the bathrooms."
Laura made to complain but didn't, she knew the stakes she was playing for and rather reluctantly lifted her thong knickers and pushed them into her mouth. The taste and smell were vile and she nearly gagged but somehow kept them in her mouth as Susan headed back into the main street again and the two sexy women proceeded to walk along it. People looked at Laura, the dark stains on her skirt were very suspicious but somehow she ignored them and concentrated on following Susan deeper into the city.
They were in a very seedy part of town now and the bars were cheap and trashy and much less salubrious than just minutes earlier and Susan headed into one and Laura followed obediently behind her. At the bar Susan pointed at the toilets and told her charge to go and take her knickers out of her mouth and bin them, Laura had never been quite so glad to do something as then. Any uplift in feeling though was quickly wiped away when she returned to the bar to find Susan in deep conversation with a man in a suit, as soon as Laura emerged from the toilets both their gazes turned to watch her.
The man was in his fifties with a weatherbeaten face and he openly leered at Laura, appraising her face and body as she slowed coming towards them.
"This is Derek, he owns this place, he's been kind enough to grant you an interview so let's go back to his office and you can show us how sorry you are for what you did to Kelly, shall we?"
Laura didn't like the sound of that but as Susan had alluded to, she had little or no say in the matter so she just got up and trailed behind the other two into a smoky office at the back of the club. As Derek closed the door behind them the banging music faded down to a much more pleasurable decibel and Derek sat behind a large wooden desk while Susan took the one seat across from him, leaving Laura standing awkwardly beside her.
It was Derek that spoke as he lit a cigar and puffed smoke into the air.
"Get a lot of girls in here I do, and you know what I tell all of them? No? Well I'll tell you. I tell them that the hardest punter they've got to impress is me. They want to get up on one of my stages and strip for cash and they have to impress me first, so little lady, let's see what you've got, shall we?"
Laura had suspected as much, that Susan was setting her up to have to become a stripper. That was bad enough (though Laura was an exhibitionist by nature) but the prospect of stripping for this fat pervert certainly didn't amuse her. But yet again one glance at Susan reminded Laura of her penance and her guilt kicked in. Reluctantly Laura peeled off her shirt and her skirt and stood naked across the desk from Derek.
He stared at her intently. Which seemed to make Laura very uncomfortable, which he liked. She was a good looking young woman but by no means the sexiest bitch Derek had 'interviewed' in this office. But most of the others had been either eager or desperate and there was something infinitely more arousing to the old misogynist about someone standing before him that really didn't want to be there. He took a long, lingering puff on his cigar, blew the smoke across the desk at Laura and continued to appraise her body before finally speaking.
"Tell you what darling, my eyesights not what it used to be, must be too much playing with myself, eh? Ha! Why don't you come round here and I can better inspect the goods, eh? See if you cut the mustard."
He made Laura's skin crawl, he was such a creep. His voice dripped of insincerity and ill disguised menace. Laura felt like an animal at a cattle market or a slave in Roman days, but she guessed that was what Susan had wanted her to feel. She had to force her feet to move to walk around slowly and stand beside Derek's leather back chair. He dropped his cigar into a large ashtray and got to his feet and started to slowly circle Laura, examining her closely, staring at her legs, peering at the tattoo stamped just above her arse crack, leering at her pussy and her tits. She flinched as he ran his fingers into her hair and smelled it.
"Yeah, you'll do. Still there's one other thing girls have to do to get a job here darling, know what that is?"
Laura could guess alright and she stared across the desk at Susan and tried to make one last appeal to the controlling blonde but could see it was hopeless. She did though manage to shake her head. Whether it was a no that she didn't know or a no she didn't want this to happen no one would ever know. Derek wrapped the rest of his fist into Laura's blonde hair and roughly pulled her near to his mouth and his foul breath invaded her senses as he hissed the answer.
"They bend over this desk and take it in the arse. So bend over girlie!"
Laura felt like she was in a trance as she allowed him to push her towards the large desk by her head and then bent her over it. He kicked her feet apart and spat on her arse crack and casually used his fingers to rub his saliva over her arsehole. Laura moaned and again was struck by the feeling that she deserved this horrible treatment for her infidelity but at the same time she did not want this, not from this disgusting specimen of a man. She jumped at the sudden, harsh sound of his zip being jerked open and dropped her forehead to the cool wood of the top of the desk as she felt the slimy touch of his huge thick stiff cock press against her arse cheeks.
Derek looked over at Susan, who was coolly sipping her drink and viewing proceedings with detached disdain.
"I hope you had one of them blue pills before she came in, I think the bitch will appreciate it?"
"Oh I'm sure she will Derek, I'm sure she will."
Laura felt his full weight press against her from behind, pinning her to the desk and with some adjustment she had the tip of his huge fat cock lined up with her tight arsehole. With a grunt and a shove he was sliding into her and once in he pulled back only to slam forward again. Then he reached over, picked up his cigar and began to fuck Laura while puffing contentedly on his Cuban. Laura had rarely felt so worthless and abused but when she lifted her head and stared at Susan she got no comfort. Her 'handler' was glaring at her with hatred and pleasure in her eyes, she was obviously enjoying Laura's humiliation.
Derek pumped her like that, across his desk for nearly twenty minutes. He was slow but hard in his thrusts into her and every so often he would grunt or make some derogatory, sexist comment across to Susan. But as it became obvious he was nearing the point of climax he suddenly pulled out of Laura's arsehole and waddled around his desk and thrust his dick into the surprised Laura's mouth. The smell and taste were awful and he held her head so that the full length of his dick was jammed into her throat before it started to throb and spasm and then began to spray wave after wave of watery cum deep into Laura's throat.
When he was done he wiped the last of his cum on her red lips and quickly zipped up his trousers and walked back around the desk and resumed his cigar.
"Yeah babe, the bitch can have the gig, she's got a decent enough body that the punters will like. Her tits are a bit girl next door but we can pair her with one of our livelier girls for a show so we can make use of her. Bring her back this time next week, make sure her hair has been dyed and her tan is full by then, OK?"
Susan listened and nodded and waited as a subdued and degraded Laura got dressed again. They exited through the Club and as it was a bit busier they stopped to watch some of the dancers in various states of undress. Susan stopped and pointed to a couple of blondes putting on a naked lesbian show and said.
"Just think, that'll be you this time next week. And guess what, as a surprise I'm going to be contacting a few of your old friends through Facebook just so you'll have plenty of familiar faces to see your debut. I might even convince your sister to come along, I think that would help your case with her bitch"
