I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life.  My stories are based on my fantasies.  Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks.   This is my first story (part 2), I hope you enjoy it.  I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism.  Contact me at soccermomchery@yahoo.com

Princess – Chapter 2;

(This  a continuation of the Princess story, where a 40 year old woman gets used and humiliated by a young stripper.  I advice you to read the Chapter 1 first).

Sitting at my desk going over the budget figures my mind began to once again wonder to the events of the past week.   My mind was filled with shame as well as revolution.  How did I, a respected middle aged woman let those vile things happen to me?

I thought of my shameful drive home, my expensive blouse ruined …covered in my own cum.   Spending god knows how much money.   How I stopped quickly, picked up some pizza and arrived home.  I couldn’t bare to face my husband, and my 2 teen daughters Megan and Sue, I thought they’d take one quick look at me, and they’d know what a depraved slut I was.

Instead I plopped a pizza on the counter, announced I was feeling ill, took a long bath and went right to bed. 

But as the days passed, I couldn’t get the events of that Tuesday out of my mind.  Someone must have drugged me.  I would never have acted like that on my own accord.  Another thought nagged me as well, but I tried to keep it out of my mind.  Even though I spent over $1,000 I never actually got to see Princess’s sexy young body.

As I had done countless times before I took Princess’s card out of my wallet and stared at it.  It had her schedule on it, which by this time I knew by heart.  I’m not going back there EVER again I thought.  I should just throw this card away.

“Princess the exotic dancer, private parties available, call for details”, the card stated.  No, I don’t want a private party (at least that’s what I told myself), but she took advantage of me…drugged me, how else would I have acted like that.   I should call her and give her a piece of my mind.

I dialed the number as I had several times in the past week, only to hang up before the phone was answered. The phone began to ring.  This time there was an answer “Hello” I heard her sweet angelic voice.

I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t say a thing, and my tongue was tied.   Once again I heard “Hello, who is this”.

Finally I screwed up the courage, “This is Cheryl”

“Cheryl who?”, I heard her say.

“You know who, I was in your club last week, for cigarettes.”

“Sorry, I don’t remember, I talk to a lot of people at the club”, Princess stated.

“Do you drug them and take and take advantage of them”, I answered.  “You must have slipped something in my drink, and then you made me pay for a private dance.”

“Listen I didn’t drug anybody, but yes now I do remember you, you are that horny old mommy who was absolutely drooling over my young sexy body”, she retorted.

“Listen you bitch, you took advantage of me, I should call the police on you.”

“You seemed to have quite a bit of fun then, but now you’re acting like a rude child.  Don’t call me again, you did what you did of your own free will, no one drugged you or forced you to do anything.  You were just such a slut willing to do anything for the treat of seeing my sexy body”. 

Now leave me alone and don’t call again Cheryl Masters, or I’ll call the police.  How would you like the police to come to your house and arrest you in front of your family for harassing a barely 18 year old girl.” and just like that she hung up the phone.

A chill ran up and down my spine, my head felt dizzy, and I almost vomited.  How did she know my real name?  Could she, would she really call the police on me?  I’d be disgraced; I’d never be able to face my husband or daughters again.  What was I going to do?  Oh god I had to do something.

I redialed her number, but this time her answering machine picked up, “This is Princess the entertainer…I’m featured at Lace gentleman’s club. If you’d like to arrange a private party please leave a message.”

“Princess please pick up the phone“, I gulped almost gasping for breath”.   “Please, I’m sorry for my bad attitude”, but there was no answer.  I called 3 more times that day but each time there was no answer.

I couldn’t get her out of my mind, part of me was scared as hell she’d send the police to my house, and another part of me, was just desperate to hear her voice again.

The next morning at work, it took all my self control not to dial her number. The morning wore on and on, but I was getting nothing done.   As my boss left the office, he told me he would be out the rest of the day.  I could no longer control myself. I dialed her number, and once again got the recorded message.  “Princess, please pick up,” I could tell my voice sounded like a wining school girl but I couldn’t help myself.

Just as I was about to hang up I heard “Didn’t I tell you to lose this number Cheryl”, in an irritated voice.

“Please don’t hang up.” I said in a desperate tone.

“Well what is it…I don’t have all day…what do you want?”  Princess said impatiently

“I...I just wanted to talk…I I’m sorry for being so rude yesterday.”

“That’s fine Cheryl but I don’t have all day, if you want something let me know, otherwise I have a busy day, I don’t have time for idle chitchat with some old slut.”

Ignoring her insult, I blurted out, “I want to see you.”

“Well sorry that’s impossible, I’m taking some time off from work, and besides, you seem so unappreciative of me, so goodbye”.

“Wait pleeeeaaaaaaaase”, I couldn’t believe the words were spilling out of my mouth.

“I see my slut can’t get enough of me is that what it is?”

“Yes” I admitted.

“I’m laying hear in my bed just wearing a tiny pair of pink thong panties.  Are you imagining what it would be like to be laying between my legs licking my pussy?” Princess asked.

The mental image of this sexy girl with jet black hair, slim sexy body, and cute pert breasts overcame me as I groaned, “Yes”.

“Aww are mommy-wommies slut nipples getting all hard and pointy just from hearing my little girl voice, and imagining my sexy body” she teased.

“Yes”, I groaned almost moaning.

“And is slutty mommy’s big fat cunt getting all wet and juicy for me.”

Shamefully I admitted, “Yes”

“Say it” she said.

Quickly looking around the office to make sure no one was within ear shot, I whispered into the phone, “My slut nipples are getting all hard and pointy, and my slut cunt is getting so wet”, turning bright red with the embarrassing truth.

“Awww slut mommy is a horny mommy.  Open your shirt, and take those udders out.”

“B…But I can’t ...I’m at work someone might come in my office”.

“Ok then bye mommy I have to go.”

“Wait!! Please don’t go” I pleaded.

“Well…?” she said.

“Ok...Ok I’m doing it” I capitulated. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my breasts out of my bra.

“How do I know you did it, how do I know you aren’t lying?” Princess said.

“Well prove it to me, take those fat tits and slam them on your desk.  Hold the phone near them so I can hear it, and don’t stop until I say so.”

I held the phone out and began to beat my breasts on the desk urgently.  I was moaning and slamming my breasts on the desk until everything on the desk was shaking.

Finally, Princess said…”OK slut stop banging.”  Relieved I stopped the assault on my now sore boobs. “Pull on your nipples hard till those udders are sticking straight out.”

“Pinch them as hard as you can”.  I pinched I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I let out a sob.

“What’s wrong mommy?” she said.

“Please …your being so mean why must I do this?”  I pleaded.

“Your right mommy, I’m being too mean to you.  I guess I better leave you alone,” Princess chided.

“No please don’t hang up”, my voice groaned in desperation.

“Well then stop acting like such a damn baby, you know you love it”.  And I knew she was right.

“Now slide your panties down to your ankles, and hike that skirt up around your waist”, Princess ordered. I did as I was told.

“I bet your nasty cunt is dripping wet”, she said.

“Yes” I admitted.

“Say it” Princess ordered.

“My nasty cunt is dripping wet” I replied

“Good” was her smug reply, “You’re such a slut, I want you to cover yourself in your slut perfume so everyone can smell what a slut you are.  Start with your face, cover that slut face completely.”

Not daring to argue, I inserted 2 fingers in my very wet cunt and began to completely cover my face with my vile juices. “Don’t forget the hair” she reminded.  I smeared loads of it into my hair.  Princess had me smear it all over my body, until I was covered all over.  I’m sure I smelled of pure sex.

“Good girl” Princess said as I competed my task.  “Now tell me what toys do you have there?”

“Toys… I don’t have any toys, this is my work office” I replied

“Well then tell me everything on you desk, don’t leave a single thing out”, she said.

Umm...well there’s the phone, my computer monitor, some pens, pencils, marker, highlighters, a couple of books, a picture, a stapler, some tape.

“Tell me about the picture” was her reply.

Horrified I stammered…”It’s…It’s my daughters cheerleading picture.

“Oh my, what would your cute girls say if they new mommy was such a slut.  Take the picture and put it right in front of you.” 

“Please no” I whimpered.

“I’m hanging up now” was her only reply.

“No wait, I’m doing it” I quickly put the picture in front of me.

“But first” she said cruelly “I think you need to be taught a lesson about listening the first time. Put the photo on your chair”.  This time I did as told.

“Now paint it with that fat ugly cunt, sit on it and slide that thing on it till it’s completely covered”.  Horrified I looked down at the faces of my daughters as I sat on the picture.

“Keep humping that picture bitch while looking down at those sweet innocent faces”.

In spite of myself, I began moaning.

After the picture was completely juices, she told me to lay it on the desk in front of me, which I did.  “Hurry now and shove a highlighter up that fat ass and sit back down”.

I took a highlighter and pushed it up to my butt-hole, and began working it in.  I then sat down slowly forcing it all the way up.  “God you’re a pig”, Princess said

“Now I want you to take a black marker and write the word slut on one of those big fat tits.  Be sure to look at that picture and imagine your cute little girls are watching their slut mommy. 

After I completed this degrading task she ordered, “Now write pig on the other one”.

“No one would believe me if I told them about you.  Thankfully, I’ve recorded this whole conversation, if you continue to bother me, I’ll make sure your husband and lovely daughters get a copy of it”.  And just like that she hung up the phone.

Sitting there, I was once again filled with shame and revulsion over how badly I degraded myself.  I sat there with tears flowing freely down my cheeks. 

I looked down and saw my girls’ picture, and performed one final act of depravity.  I began rubbing my clit hard and fast, while staring at the photo, I exploded into another intense orgasm.

End of  Chapter 2.

Princess Chapter 3

I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life.  My stories are based on my fantasies.  Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks.   This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it.  I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful. Contact me at soccermomchery@yahoo.com

Almost 2 weeks had passed, since my last incident with Princess.  I did the best I could to put it out of my mind.  I had to replace the picture on my desk with a new one; I just couldn’t bear looking at it anymore.

I tried to carry on as I had before I met Princess, but I just couldn’t.  I couldn’t get her out of my mind.  Several times, I picked up the phone and called her, only to hang up as soon as she answered remembering, she threatened to expose me to my family and coworkers if I tried to contact her again.  I cried myself to sleep thinking of the depraved acts I had performed.

But worst of all, I missed Princess, I longed to see her again.  I’d park my car across the street from the club Lace, where Princess worked, hoping to spy her entering the club.  I had it bad.  If I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her, I wouldn’t even wait until I got home, I’d masturbate right there in my car with thoughts of Princess dancing in my head.

Sitting at my desk, I picked up the phone and dialed Princess’s phone number.  She answered, “Hello”, I heard her sexy sweet voice.  Just as I was about to hang up, she said “Cheryl, is that you, why do you keep calling me?”

Letting out a sigh, “I’m sorry Princess, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Well ok dear you’ve heard it, so bye now” she said.

“Wait please…can’t I …um can’t I …”

“Can’t you what?” she said.

“I… I just want to see you again…please”. I almost couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth.

“Well, I’m busy Cheryl, I have to earn a living, I don’t have time to waste entertaining some old slut” Princess’s insult felt like a slap in the face.

“Pleeeeaaaasssseeee”  I begged, lowering myself even further.

“Boy you are a perv, OK...OK I’ll do you a favor, if you want to see me, meet me at Joe’s bar in Milville at 12:00 today, don’t be late”.  And just like that she hung up.

I was in heaven; she actually agreed to see me.  I quickly told my boss that I wasn’t feeling well, and left work.

The bar was in a seedy part of town, it was a typical dive bar; I got there just before 12:00.  Princess wasn’t there when I arrived.

The place was run down and dirty, the bartender , Joe I assumed was a big fat gross looking guy.  He did a double take when he saw me; I guess he didn’t get too many well dressed executive women stopping by his bar.

“Gin and tonic please”, I ordered a drink.  Joe got me a drink.

After I drank my second gin and tonic, I looked at my watch, it was 1:00 and still no Princess, I had the sinking feeling that Princess stood me up.

Just as I was about to give up, the door opened and in she walked.  Oh god, I almost melted.  There was Princess, wearing a pair of sexy low cut blue jeans, and a tight white tee shirt.  So, simple yet so sexy!!! Oh god I almost creamed my pants.

“Hi Cheryl”, she whispered in my ear, and placed her hand on my leg, “Maybe this is the day you’ll get a look at my young sexy body” said giving me a kiss on the cheek.  I was in heaven; this was too good to be true.  She sat down next to me, and ordered a drink which I paid for.  Joe returned with her drink, giving me a smirk suddenly understanding what a lady like me might be doing in a bar like his.

Joe went into the back room, and Princess told me “Wait here, I need to talk with Joe for a minute”.  I watched her sexy ass sway as she walked back to talk to Joe.

She came back looking sad; I could see her whole mood had changed.  Feeling a wave of disappointment I looked at her, “What’s wrong Princess”.

She confided in me.  “That asshole Joe isn’t just a bartender, he’s also my dealer.”  I came here to pick up some coke, but he told me I owe him too much, and unless I paid him, he wasn’t giving me anything.”

“That disgusting slob told me if I blew him, he’d give me some coke on credit, ewwww” she said, as she absentmindedly began rubbing her foot on my leg.

“I really did want to have some fun with you today, but without some help, I just don’t think I could get in the mood.  I could feel her hot breath in my ear, and my body instantly began to react.

“Oh well, maybe some other time, I gotta run” she said.  She slugged down her drink and started to get up.

I was beside myself, “No don’t go please”, my voice laced with desperation.

“Listen, without the coke, I’m just not in the mood, and he won’t give me any unless I pay my debts.  Unless you can think of a way to get him to give me the drugs, can you Cheryl?” she said batting her eyelashes at me.

“How much do you owe him?” I asked taking out my wallet.  “I have 100 dollars with me”.

“Well I owe him almost 1,000” she said, “but let’s see. Joe, come here for a minute will you?”

Joe plopped his fat body in front of us.  “My friend here has 100 bucks, will you take that as a down payment on what I owe you”.

“Give me the money” Joe said. I handed him the hundred dollars not quite believing I stooped so low, to start paying for drugs.  What would my family and friends think of that?

He pocketed the money, “OK you owe me 900, once you pay that off, I’ll give you some more coke, until then , you know what you have to do if you want more credit”.

“Go fuck yourself Joe” said Princess as she angrily got up and started to leave.

“Suit yourself” said Joe.

I was despondent, “Wait!!!” I said with a little too much urgency in my voice.

Both Princess and Joe turned to look at me, “I ….  I could do it” not quite believing my own voice.  Princess smiled with a look of total satisfaction.

Joe looked me up and down, “Well you’re a little older and fatter than I like, but you might do.  Go into the men’s room and get naked, and if I like what I see, I’ll let you blow me.”

I shamefully got up and walked into the men’s room.  It was dirty and disgusting; it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.

Screwing up my courage, I began removing my clothes, not quite believing how low I had stooped.  I stood there naked for at least 5 minutes before Joe walked in.  “Turn around for me bitch, let me have a look”

Shamefully I turned around, “God that ass is fat, but you’ll do. OK bitch down on your knees.”

I kneeled down on the grimy floor, and Joe whipped his cock out.  I began sucking him just to get it over with. He began roughly pulling my hair and  fucking my face.

Finally without warning Joe burst a giant load down the back of my throat forcing me to swallow it. 

He then  took his cock out of my mouth and cleaned it off in my hair.

“Thanks bitch, get dressed and get the fuck out of here.  By the way Princess told me she couldn’t wait for you she had to go”.

“B…But what about the coke” I blubbered.

“I gave it to her before I came here”

As Joe walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, I fell back on my haunches, and started sobbing wildly.  What had my life come to?  Why am I degrading myself like this?  What is wrong with me?  But also, “Why can’t I get my princess to love me?”

In my final act of shame, sitting naked on the men’s room floor, I jammed 3 fingers into my sopping wet cunt, and instantly exploded into an orgasm.

End of chapter 3

I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life.  My stories are based on my fantasies.  Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks.   This is my first story I hope you enjoy it.  I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism.  Contact me at soccermomchery@yahoo.com

I’d like to thank my friend Kate for her help with this chapter.  She wrote a hot chapter and sent it to me.  I changed a few pieces around to better fit into my story, and added the part after the shaving scene.  Thanks for your help Kate.

Chapter 4:

Heather, the girl on reception looked at me a little strangely as I exited the elevator by the front desk.  Like many technology companies the lobby was sparse and futuristic – all metal and glass.  The red haired girl looked very out of place lounging on a black leather sofa.  Seeing me she stood and walked towards me.  Barely out of her teens, she had red hair which cascaded down her back.  A stretchy black mini skirt, continued down with black and purpled striped panty hose to heavy black boots.  The top half was much the same.  Thick black eye liner and a short crop top with, “fuck the world”, written in white across it. Three inches of pale skin were revealed below, along with a pierced naval.  I knew her; she worked at the bar, “Lace”.  I flushed red at the thought – finally!  Then I was horribly embarrassed.  Heather looked on in confusion.

Seeing my blush, the redhead grinned at me with amusement as she handed me gilt edged envelop.  “She says, to the letter, or not at all!'”  The red haired girl laughed and strode out of the building.  I stood staring at the letter before me.  It was addressed to “Mommy.”  Heading back to the elevator I was thinking hard.  The letter lay on my desk.  It was from her, I knew it.  I was half fearful, half excited to open it.  I pondered and my mind went back over the last few weeks.

It had all started when I had called into “Lace” in the early afternoon to buy cigarettes.  That same red haired girl had served me before I had been chatted up and forced to serve a dancer at the bar called Princess.  I looked at the hard facts.  That's the way it was – I had gone in there looking for something, not knowing what it was, and had found a need I never thought I had.  Me, a well respected business professional, as well as a mother with two kids almost grown and a loving husband.  It doesn't make any sense, but god I had cum so hard and I knew I wanted it again, each time with her.  She used and abused me, but god I wanted it…no I needed it again.

And now this ... at work ... in front of Heather in the outer office.  There the envelop lay.  All sorts of feelings ran through me, before I had the courage to open it and read.  The contents made me blush to my roots.  I sat and thought, “I can't do that!  Not ever!”, but in my heart of hearts I knew I would – and I didn't have much time – three days, 10:30 on Friday night.  A very busy time at “Lace”.  That was deliberate, I knew it.

Although I'm attractive, I know that I'm no longer stunning.  At 41 and with two teenage kids I'm no longer in my first flush, but still I feel I'm striking, a few too many extra pounds, but not bad.  But this Friday night I feel a tart.  Even in my younger days I wouldn't have worn this!  I wobbled into “Lace” in my newly bought 5 inch patent heals.  My toes were pinching mercilessly. 

Even changing into this get up had been horrible.  Waiting for everyone at the office to leave and then changing in the toilets and making a dash for my car hoping I wasn't spotted.  I had my thick overcoat on.  I hoped I could hide in it.  I pushed to the bar and spoke the line I had been told.  “I'm here to see my Princess,” I said, not loudly to the girl serving drinks.  A small smile crossed her lips. 

“I'm sorry – it's loud in here.  I didn't hear.”

Louder I spoke again,“I'm here to see my Princess.”  The guys waiting at the bar looked at me interestedly and I started to go red.  The girl looked at me again and shook her head cupping her hand to her ear.  Shouting over the music again I cried, “I'm here to see ... my princess.”  As I said the last words the music ended and everyone close heard them.  The men close by looked at me and smirked.

The girl behind the bar seemed to at last understand.  “Yes, ok, I will be right back,” and she disappeared into the back room.  Standing nervously at the bar I looked around.  To my horror I saw that serving at the far end of the bar was a girl I recognized.  It was Stacy, she used to baby-sit my girls when they were younger.   She must be about 20 years old right now.  I remembered it didn’t end well with her; I had to fire her, as I caught her sneaking her boyfriend over my place one night.  I shivered thinking how I cursed her out, and the names I called her.  I turned the other way, hoping she wouldn’t see me in this place dressed like this.

I tried to hide from her as the first barmaid returned.  She called over to me, “I'm to take your coat.  You are to buy a bottle of our best champagne and sit over there.” She pointed to an empty corner with a 'reserved' sign on the table.  I ordered the champagne and the girl waited, with a small grin on her face as I slowly took off my coat and passed it over the bar. 

The men close by looked me over.  Oh! I felt such a fool.  I just wanted to die.  I looked like a tart.  I was dressed in a “little red dress”.  Low cut at the front so that my large breasts were almost falling out of it and the short hem barely hiding my stocking tops – and those stockings!  Black fishnets!  Gathering what dignity I could find I tottered on those cursed heals over to the reserved table hoping for a little privacy.  I knew I couldn't wear this dress.  My plump middle pushed out I looked pregnant - or so I thought. 

My champagne arrived – in an ice bucket with two glasses.  To my shame the waitress that brought it was Stacy, my former baby-sitter.  She set down the bucket and glasses and turned to me to ask if I needed her to pour it, then she recognized me, and her mouth dropped.  She didn't say anything, but the look on her face said it all, that sneering smile on her face made me want to melt into the seat. Oh the shame of it.  She just shook her head and walked back to the bar.

I sat there for a further 45 minutes, sipping at champagne.  In that time no less that four men had come up to me and asked if the second glass was for them.  Each time I had sent them away with a flea in their ear, but each time I felt the shame of being a tart ... and I knew I was one.  I was Princess' tart and she was making sure I knew it.  At last the red haired girl came to fetch me.  She led me by the hand to the elevator and pushed me into it.  “Go on.  She is waiting.”

The door opened and there was my Princess standing looking at me by the big desk.  She smiled.  “Come here, let me look at you!”  My heart skipped a beat as I went forward obediently and stood before her.  “Turn around!” her voice was cold.  I did so. I stood under her gaze and that of the burly bouncer, Joe.  “Good, now pay Joe and don't forget his tip!  You do recall how payment was to be made?”  I nodded blushing scarlet with embarrassment.  I stood before the desk and slowly pulled up the hem of my short dress.  The tops of the fishnets were revealed along with a matching fishnet thong – it covered nothing but pushed down the front of it was $600, a tight roll of $20 bills.  Joe leaned forward and pulled the roll from my thong. 

I felt like the dirtiest whore alive.  He ran his fingers along the outer bill and sniffed at it.  His fingers came away damp and I knew that Princess had made me sit for almost an hour with those bills between my legs just for this moment.  Joe carefully took the top 5 bills from the roll, including the wet one and set them aside before counting the rest and putting it into the till.  Princess looked at me and smiled.  “Well who's a good mommy?  Now follow me!  Leave your dress round your waist it suits you, but on all fours! And crawl to the room I have prepared!”  I left my dress pulled up, dropped to my knees and followed obediently.

The room my Princess; for that is how I thought of her now, led me to, was a different one than before.  It had a leather sofa and other chairs and a glass coffee table.  The table had lights inside it so that the glass surface lit up.  I crawled in and looked up at Princess getting a proper look at her for the first time.  She was wearing black leather calf boots, a short leather skirt and a baby pink crop top.  From the way her nipples played against the fabric I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. 

“Stand up! Let me look at you,” she commanded.  I did as she asked; knowing I had no choice, wobbling as I stood on those cursed heals.  My dress was still round my waist as she walked casually round me in her heals (bitch!).  “My, my, how far we have fallen.  You are my whore now – willingly dressing as a slut just to get to see me.  What are you?”

“I'm your whore”, I whispered.

“Not good enough! Louder you fat sow!”

“I'm your whore, Princess,” I said firmly, knowing it to be true and hating myself for admitting it. 

“Better, but what are we going to do about this?” She pointed to where my pubes were sticking out from the tiny fishnet thong.

“Stand on the table you fat bitch!”  She pulled aside an ashtray and a heavy looking book so there was room for me to stand on the glass surface.  Obediently, I stepped up onto the table and to my shame found that the lights inside it shone upwards, lighting my legs and crotch.  Princess pulled something from a bag by the sofa and a soft buzzing came to my ears as she turned the device on.  She approached me and I saw that she was holding a small set of electric clippers, with a head less than an inch wide.  Smiling she caught the waist band of my thong and pressed it into the blades of the clippers.  The motors struggled for a moment before cutting it through.  Quickly, she cut my thong on the other side and the ruins fell to the surface of the table.  “Spread you feet, slut!”  I shuffled my feet apart about 1 foot.  “More, or am I going to have to send you home early?”  I obeyed.  My feet were more than 2 feet apart.  The light was shining up from below, illuminating everything and princess was grinning, her face a foot from my crotch.  I was so embarrassed as I could tell I was already fully lubricated.

She started to shave me.  My blonde pubes fell in locks to the coffee table.  In front she left just a thin vertical strip that she trimmed down little more than fuzz.  “On all fours and spread your knees,” she ordered.  What else could I do?  She started to shave my labia and to my shame I was dripping freely.  Finishing, I felt her wipe her finger between my lips.  It must have been covered in my juices, as indeed it was when she pushed the finger under my nose.  “Who's a horny, fat sow of a whore then?”

“I am princess.”

“I'm sorry I didn't hear that.”

“I'm a horny, fat sow and your whore my Princess.” How could I even utter those words? She pushed her finger towards my mouth which I sucked greedily.

Princess looked down at the clippings of pubic hair lying on the table.  “Look at all of that wet hair; you have more hair than a gorilla.  My, my, what to do with this disgusting mess – oh, I know,” a wicked gleam came into her eye.  She picked up a pinch of hair and walked round in front of me.  “Open, tongue out!”  Knowing I had now choice I did as she asked.  She dropped the pubes into my mouth and over my tongue.  “Now swallow!”  I took them into my month and rolled them into a ball.  Very unpleasant it felt.  “I'm waiting! Swallow them!”  I did so and almost gagged.  I spluttered as the spiked ball of hair went down my throat.  I had barely time to recover before she was holding another load of hair before me.  With reluctance I took a second mouthful and choked it down.  Princess had a third and hopefully final handful before my face when there was a knock at the door.

“Enter.”  Princess shouted and in walked the young bar maid, Stacy, the girl who used to baby-sit for my daughters.  “I've brought up the lady's champagne – and also, she’s going to need to sign this release form.”

Princess took the form, and folded it, so just the signature part was visible; placed it in front of me then said, “Just sign this, I’ll explain my little surprise to you in a minute.”

I shivered inside wondering exactly what it was I was signing, but by this point I was too sexed up to even ask.

Princess handed the form back to Stacy.  “Here you go, thanks Stacy, I’ll talk to you later.”  Stacy took a long look at me making me wish I could disappear into thin air.

“Did she tell you that we know each other?” Stacy asked.

“No she didn’t,” Princess giggled gleefully,” Please tell me how.”

“I used to baby-sit for her girls, but she fired me because I invited my boyfriend over one time when I was sitting for her girl.  Three years of baby-sitting, and just like that I was gone.  She was pretty nasty about it as well, called me a slut for bringing him over.”  Stacy said with an air of superiority. 

“Yes I had a feeling she used to be a stuck up bitch, but not anymore, she’s just a horny mommy slut.  I’ll show you.”

Princess looked at me, then scooped up a giant handful of pubes, and placed them in Stacy’s hand.   Princess looked directly in my eye, “Well what are you waiting for?”  In shame and disgust, I crawled to Stacy who was holding her hand out.

I took a large mouthful as Stacy looked at me.  Her expression was one that was mixed with shock, disgust and the satisfaction of revenge.  “Get it all.”  Princess ordered, “Don’t make poor Stacy hold on to your disgusting mess any longer than she needs to.”  I forced the remaining amount in my mouth, chewed and swallowed them gagging as they went down.  Here I was my dripping, shaved pussy exposed to this former baby-sitter, on all fours kneeling on a coffee table and gagging as I was forced to eat my own pubic hair.  What could be worse?  Well worse was that I knew that I would take it all and enjoy it.

“Now thank Stacy.” Princess ordered.

“Thank you Stacy,” was my humiliated reply.

“Any time you fat whore.” Stacy replied as she left the room.

After Stacy left, Princess turned to me. “Now where were we?  Oh yes did you bring what I asked.”  I nodded. “Well get it for me then, what are you waiting for you lazy slut?”  I crawled over to the small shopping bag I had carried to the room, took the bag in my mouth and brought it back to Princess.

Kneeling at her feet, I sat sneaking a peak up Princess’s skirt as she examined the contents of the bag.  “Good girl, you’ve done well.”    She poured the contents on the couch beside her. I looked at the items on the couch, the items Princess demanded I bring.

I saw my youngest daughters cheerleading uniform consisting of a bright red skirt with a slit on the front side.  The top was a wrap around halter style, also the school colors red and white.  It had large letters on the front KATS her school nickname, and was meant to expose a tiny bit of belly.

Included were 2 red and white ribbons.  Completing the items were 2 large red and white pom-poms.  “Oh you’re such a slutty mommy, now time to get your outfit on.”  My jaw must have dropped 2 feet when her words sunk into my consciousness. 

In an instant an argument raged inside my skull.  “Did she say what I though she said?  She couldn’t possibly expect that to fit on me…Well what did you think she had you bring this for?”  In my mind I had thought, (hoped…prayed even) that she meant to wear it herself. It would have looked great on Princess.

Princess sensed my hesitation, “Don’t worry Mommy, I’ll help you with it, come on now, be a dear and hold your arms out to your side.”  Princess took the halter and placed it around my left arm, wrapped it down across my breasts, around my back all the way back around, and over my left breast.   She pulled the 2 parts tightly and tied it around my neck.  On the girls the top looked absolutely adorable almost like a large red and white X, which exposed a tiny bit of belly underneath. 

On me on the other hand, it was a disaster.  First it barely covered my breasts, leaving most of my belly exposed.  My tits look literally looked like they were going to burst out of it, and in truth I was afraid they might rip right through it.  The worst part however, were my rock hard nipples where jutting obscenely through the top.

“Ooooo you look so cute mommy-wommy…now let’s get the skirt on.”  I struggled to my feet still wobbly wearing the heels.  She had me step into the skirt and pulled it up over my ass. “Now I know what it feels like to make sausage,” Princess tittered.  After she finally managed to get in on, to my horror and embarrassment I heard “rrrrip.” I looked down and to my horror the slit on the front had exploded.  What was formally a 3 inch slit had grown to almost 8 inches.

The skirt didn’t even completely cover my ass.  Princess had me kneel back down, as she began to work on my face and hair. When she finally finished, she said, “There, perfect stand up and let me take a look”

I once again struggled to my feet.  Princess had me turn and face the mirror. I was horrified.  She had done my hair and face up like a little girl. Hair tied with the ribbons into pigtails, my breasts obscenely stretching the top.  My belly was completely exposed, and jutting out. The skirt barely and I mean barely covered my cunt.  Any slight move would cause some part of my body to be exposed.  Down below I still had on the black fishnets and heels.

This outfit made the one I had worn into the bar seem as conservative as a nun’s habit.  Much to my chagrin Princess snapped several pictures of me.  She then took me by the hand, “Let’s go, they are going to love you.” 

I stopped dead in my tracks finally protesting, “Princess, I can’t go anywhere like this.”

Princess looked at me sternly with an expression that left no room for argument, “Oh yes you can, and you will missy.  You remembered the recording I made don’t you? How would you like it, along with these pictures I just took to be delivered to both your house and your office, first thing tomorrow?”

I lowered my head in shame and defeat, knowing full well I had no choice anymore.  As Princess led me to a different elevator, I screwed up the courage to ask her, “Princess, where are you taking me?”

“I signed you up to dance at the club, why do you think you signed that release. As soon as you make enough money to pay off my debts, I’ll let you go.” 

The elevator stopped at the first floor opening directly into an empty room.  “This is back stage; we’ll wait here until they call you out.  Oh don’t worry Mommy, you’ll make good tips…most of the dancers here are too modest, and wear a g-string when they perform on stage.  The guys are just going to love it when they see that gaping wet cunt of yours.”

Princess then proceeded to take out a vial of white powder and pour some onto a spoon.  “Here sniff this it will help you to get into the mood; it’s a combination of cocaine and ecstasy.”

Looking at the drugs, I was once again horrified at how low I had sunken.  I was actually the chairperson of the, “Just say NO”, committee in my girls school.  Now here I was totally unable to say no.

I sniffed the drug, and felt it instantly rush to my head.  Princess not quite satisfied, had me sniff 3 more spoons of it.  She then had me take one final spoon and had me apply it to my cunt.

Just then the music stopped and the MC began talking on the microphone.  “Tonight folks we have a special treat for you.  A slutty new dancer, Please welcome Cheryl Masters,” (adding insult to injury they used my real name).

Princess opened the door and gave me a nudge towards the stage. 

As I wobbled out, I was blinded by the bright lights.

End of chapter 4.

I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life.  My stories are based on my fantasies.  Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks.   This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it.  I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful. Contact me at soccermomcheryl@yahoo.com

Princess Chapter 5

My head was spinning from the drugs, I was standing on the stage wearing my daughter’s cheerleading uniform and holding her pom-poms.  Suddenly the music started, it was that song “Holla Back Girl” by Gwen Stefani. 

I was frozen in fear, unable to even move, I stood on the stage motionless.  Suddenly the crowd began to get restless.  I could hear comments, “Come Dance….shake that ass, and move it.”  The song continued, and I remembered Princess’s threat, that I needed to earn some money, so I slowly tentatively at first began gyrating my hips, and trying to dance.

It was difficult for me to dance, with the combination of the high heels, as well as my drug induced haze, but as I got more comfortable, I began to try and put on a show that the patrons would enjoy. 

I fought my urge to run away, I knew it was impossible.  Even though I was completely disoriented, and one part of me absolutely hated myself for allowing myself to end up in this position.  Another part was turned on beyond belief.   I don’t know if it was the drugs or what, but my nipples and my cunt were absolutely on fire, as I continued to parade around the stage.  I couldn’t even look out in the crowd; I just stared out into space. 

Suddenly, as I wobbled across the stage trying to dance, I turned my ankle.  I tried desperately to keep my balance, but it was to no avail.  I flailed around, and fell face forward onto the stage.  As I fell, both of my breasts flopped out of the top of my shirt.  As I heard the catcalls from the crowd, tears began to flow freely from my eyes. 

“That’s it. I give up,” I thought to myself, not even bothering to try and get up.  I rolled over onto my back and just lay there, sobbing.  I guess the crowd was getting a good look at me with a short skirt, and no panties, and boobs flopping out of my top.  The jeers turned to cheers, and suddenly I could see that some of them were actually throwing money to me. 

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I began to relax a little, just trying to forget where I really was.  I heard a voice from the crowd, “Spread those legs.”  I spread my legs wide apart, and felt my skirt ride up my waist.  The crowd cheered loudly as they saw my naked wet cunt and swollen clit.  As sick as it was, the cheering actually made me feel good.

“Rub those nipples,” was the next command.  I began rubbing and messaging my hard nips, I was a robot unable to resist.  The instant, I touched my nipples and electric jolt ran through my body directly to my clit.

This time without prodding from the crowd, my right hand traveled down to my clit, and I began rubbing it in earnest.  My god it was swollen, it had never felt this large.  The crowd obviously loved this, and I was vaguely aware of cheering as well as the sound of money hitting the stage all around me.  But truthfully by this point, I was lost in my own little world.

As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted; no make that needed to cum, I just couldn’t seem to.  I don’t know if it was the cocaine or what, but I just kept furiously rubbing my clit harder and faster. I lay on the stage arching my back moaning and rubbing myself, like a complete slut, trying to cum.   Suddenly,  I felt something cold hit my shoulder.

I turned to look; apparently someone had rolled an empty Corona beer bottle onto the stage.  What I did next horrifies me to this day when I think about it.  I just need to cum that bad.  I took the empty bottle and slid it deeply into my wet cunt.

At this point, I was completely in another world, not aware of a single thing besides my need to cum.  With my left hand now pounding myself with the bottle, and my right hand strumming my clit, I finally felt the pressure beginning to build.  My clit began to throb, and the bottle was hitting my g-spot perfectly.

Suddenly I erupted into the most intense orgasm of my life.  I was vaguely aware that my juices were literally squirting from cunt.  I continued to shake and moan for what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably a couple of minutes.  When my orgasm subsided, I slumped down on the ground briefly losing consciousness.

As I vaguely began to come back to Earth, I could once again hear the catcalls coming from the crowd.  I propped myself up on my elbows, and the first thing I noticed was the beer bottle was still obscenely dangling from my cunt.

The next thought that crossed my mind was Princess.   As sick as it was, I wanted to find her, to see her.  In some obscene way, I wanted to know that she approved of my act.  As, I looked around the stage, I finally spotted her, looking so sexy, with that same bitchy superior smile on her face.  My heart swelled with pride.

But just as quickly my heart sank. In a single instant my worlds came colliding together.  Sitting right next to Princess was Heather, the receptionist from my office, the one who was there when the barmaid from ‘Lace’ delivered the note from Princess.

As I lay there, suddenly feeling more naked than I had ever been in my life (well it was the truth).  Princess got up and walked over to me giggling, “Your friend Heather and I had an interesting conversation.  Gather up your stuff, don’t forget my money, and meet us at that table in the back.”

Mixed with extreme fear and shame, as the harsh reality of the situation crossed my mind, I began to get myself together and gather the money that was thrown onto the stage.  A million questions danced through my head, but I didn’t dare answer any of them.

Not even bothering to put my breasts inside my shirt, and doing my best to ignore the obscene comments from the crowd.  I slowly made my way over to the table where

Princess and Heather sat. 

They looked like 2 co-conspirators, I shivered at the thought.  As I approached an empty seat at the table, Princess snapped her fingers and just pointed at the floor.  I knew what she wanted, and I knew it was pointless for me to argue.  I just kneeled on the floor between Princess and Heather.

Heather looked at me with a look mixed with superiority and contempt and stated flatly, “I guess Princess was right, this certainly was a show worth seeing.  You see, I was just consumed with curiosity the other day when that red-headed girl came and delivered that note to you.  I could tell there was something highly unusual going on.  And yes I admit, I thought it might give me a chance to get back at you.  You walk around the office like you’re the queen, and treating everyone else like shit.”

“But anyway, to continue,” Heather said.  “I just had to find out what was going on, so I followed the red-headed girl.  I was quite surprised when she pulled up to a place like this.  I followed her inside and asked what the story was.  That’s when she introduced me to your friend Princess.” 

“Princess told me to show up around midnight on Friday, that the show would be worth my while.  God was she right; I never knew you were such a slut.  But the best part is, Princess and I had such a good conversation, we’re actually becoming good friends.  It may even lead to more than that,” she said winking at Princess. “And Princess has kindly agreed to let me have you during the week.  At work you’ll be my property.”

I began to open my mouth in protest, but Heather quickly shushed me, “Shut up, you know you can’t do anything about it, and besides from the look of your little act tonight, I can tell that you love it.  So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on.”

“You’re going to go into work on Monday, and explain to our boss, that the pressure of your job is getting to be too much for you.  Explain to him, that you and I have decided to switch jobs, and paychecks of course.  Tell him that you’re willing to work as many extra hours as necessary for free to train me.  Of course, you’ll be my bitch in the office; you’ll do what ever I say whenever I say it.”

Princess chimed in at this point, “Yes Cheryl, in addition to everything else, I taped your little act tonight.  You think you’ll keep your family and your job after they see that?  One more thing, you’re mine on the weekend.  I found out you can be an excellent earner.  Do you know that you brought in almost 1,000 bucks from that little show?  Between that, and all of the ‘side jobs’ I can find you, I’ll really be able to cut back my hours in this dump.  But don’t worry Cheryl, it won’t be all work, every now and then, we’ll let you have a taste of our sweet pussies, when you’re a good girl.”

Kneeling there, listening to this shocking lecture, I was even more shocked to discover, that I had begun to rub myself as Princess and Heather were talking.  I knew my life would now change forever, and my final thought before I once again burst into an orgasm was, that it was changing for the better.

The End.