Centerfold: Part 4

CHAPTER 10

By the time Susan got home from her errands with Ron, she was feeling anxious and depressed. Spending time with Ron continually reminded her of what a broken, loveless marriage she had. But what bothered her even more was that she hadn't so much as touched Alan's penis all day.

She quickly found Alan in his room, working on his homework for a change. She hinted heavily that she'd be happy to help him with at least a handjob, as soon as they could get away from Ron to do it. So she was crushed when Alan told her that he didn't need any help right away.

This puzzled her. She checked his orgasm chart. "Tiger, I don't see any checks on the chart for today. A virile, well-hung young man like you-"

He cut in, "Sorry, Mom. I'm getting a bit slack keeping the chart updated. I'll get to it later. The truth is, I did get some help."

He had to think fast, because he couldn't be honest about any of the help he'd gotten. Suzanne had shanghaied him at school, and then again when he came home, but she wasn't supposed to have any sexual contact with him because of Susan's punishment. And he couldn't talk about his "S-Club meeting" with Katherine and Kim, for obvious reasons.

So he said, "The S-Club meeting didn't start right after school ended. There was just enough time for me to get some help. And I got some more quick help after it was over. So I'm good for a while, especially since, you know, Ron is home."

"Oh." Susan couldn't hide her disappointment. "Are you keeping in mind what Akami said, about the need for both quality AND quantity?"

He replied in a typical bored teen voice, "Yes, Mom."

"Good. Well then, let me know if you need me later. You're still well under your daily target, aren't you?"

"I am."

She left after some more small talk. She felt sad at the lack of action, but she didn't want to be too pushy. She also was dying to know who had helped him, but she didn't want to be pushy about that either. She figured she would find out who his other helpers were before too long in any case.

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Later, the entire Plummer family ate dinner together. The idea was that the four of them would spend time together that night, since Ron would be leaving the next day and he hadn't actually been around that much. Nobody seemed too excited about it, not even Ron, but it seemed like the thing to do.

Susan baked a fairly indifferent champignon, tomato, and chayote quiche, and then they all decided to watch a movie, which wouldn't require much social interaction.

Not long after the movie started, Susan got a phone call from Brenda. She answered it in the kitchen. The others were in the living room with the movie, so she felt she could speak freely. She spoke in a quieter tone than usual though, just to be safe.

Brenda said, "I'm sorry for bothering you but... to be honest, I'm feeling troubled. I'm shaken over what happened last night."

Susan asked, "Didn't you talk to Suzanne earlier? Didn't she get things straightened out?"

"I did, and she was great. But even though she was helpful, she actually made me even more upset at the same time. I was hoping I could speak to you, in person, tonight. I guess I just need some emotional handholding."

That appealed to Susan's altruistic nature, despite her jealousy issues with Brenda. "I'd be happy to help you, but, uh..." She thought about spending the rest of the evening with Ron and watching the movie, and decided she'd much rather talk to Brenda. But there was another problem. "Where would we meet? Everybody's here tonight, including Ron. It's not good."

Brenda was relieved about that. She was actually scared about seeing Alan again.

The two of them discussed alternatives. Suzanne's house was rejected because Eric, Brad, and Amy would probably be there. Brenda suggested her own house, but Susan was ****. She explained that, although she knew that Brenda was extremely rich, that didn't affect how she felt about Brenda. However that might change if she saw Brenda's big mansion.

Instead, Susan suggested that they meet the next day during school hours.

That would have been much easier, but Brenda was so emotionally churned up that she longed to see Susan that night. She said, "Tonight would be much better for me. I've got an idea. If you don't want to see my place, I also have a guest house that is much more manageable. It has its own driveway, so I can tell you how to get straight there. It's right next to the main house, but you won't see much in the dark."

So they made plans to meet there. Susan figured she wouldn't be missed much during the movie, so she left just a few minutes later. She told Ron and the others that the call had been from a friend who was having an emotional crisis and she needed to go to console her friend right away. That was true enough.

Susan was amazed at what she could see of Brenda's estate, even in the dark. She had to go through a security gate, and then the drive through the front yard was longer than a couple typical street blocks. She actually made a point to not look towards Brenda's mansion, instead driving straight to the guest house.

Brenda was already there and led her inside. They were both wearing not especially revealing clothes, although they also dressed to impress each other.

After a friendly hug and kiss, Susan took a look around the main living room. "Wow! This is a guest house? This is the size of a normal house. When was it last used?"

Brenda replied, "To be honest, I don't know. A long time ago, I'm embarrassed to say. It gets dusted and cleaned, but other than that it just sits here. I feel bad about it. Keep in mind that this is all Bob's doing. He's so vain. If you think this is bad, you should see the main house! We have so many unused rooms that I feel like I live in a ghost town. It's all for show. Once the divorce is final, I'll be happy to move into a more modest abode. I was the trophy wife living the trophy life in a trophy mansion, but no more!"

"Good for you." Susan sat down in an easy-chair, and Brenda sat in one next to her. "Enough about that. I'm not here to judge you. What's got you so worked up that you had to see me right away?"

Brenda looked down shyly. "I don't know where to begin. It's the card game last night. To me, that wasn't just a card game. What happened really rocked my whole world! I'm still reeling!"

Susan was secretly pleased; clearly the Alan hype was having an impact. But she played dumb. "Oh? What exactly do you mean?"

Brenda sighed. "It's Alan. All the talk about sex. And him. And... well..." She sighed. She was particularly troubled by his "lord and master" comment and how deeply that affected her, but she had trouble admitting that to anyone, even Susan.

With trepidation, Susan said, "Tell it to me straight: you think I'm some kind of horrible, immoral person for helping him out, don't you?" That wasn't part of Suzanne's hype scheme; Susan couldn't help but express some of her own insecurity.

Brenda sighed heavily. "No, I don't. I'll admit that it's weird. And yes, I guess I do judge you a bit about that. But it's not just a negative thing. After all I've learned, I admire you for your willingness to help him even before you discovered the pleasure involved. That took a lot of guts."

Susan nodded. "Yes it did. Given my religious upbringing, I've had to overcome practically everything I knew to help my child in his time of need. Keep in mind..." She interrupted herself. "Brenda, can I be painfully honest with you, and really bare my soul for a minute?"

"But of course! I'll be glad if you do, because I'll probably do the same in a little while." She still didn't know what to say about her submissiveness and how Alan had shook up her whole world with his comments last night, but she wanted to say something about it.

Susan explained sincerely, "Up until just weeks ago, I was about as sexually innocent and inexperienced as a wife with children could be. I'd been taught that sex was bad and only for procreation. Ron was brought up the same way. You don't even want to know how infrequently we had sex. Whatever you think it was, it's way less than that. It's so sad. Ron was the only man I'd ever been intimate with in any way, shape, or form, so my libido had basically shut down from sheer disuse. I hardly ever thought about sex. Given my devout Christian beliefs, cheating wasn't even a consideration. Heck, I didn't even masturbate!"

Brenda was incredulous about that last point. "Oh my gosh! Are you serious?!"

Susan nodded gravely. "I thought it was a sin."

Brenda pointed out, "A lot of people think it's a sin, but that doesn't slow them down much. The sexual urge is just too strong."

Susan said, "Perhaps. But remember what I said about my libido shutting down. If you live life like a nun, then eventually your sexual urges go away. That's where I've been at for basically my entire adult life."

Brenda was moved. "Oh, poor you! That's horrible!"

"When I started helping Alan cum, I initially thought that would be about as appealing as, say, having to lance a boil. You know, one of those odious tasks that you have to do as a loving mother. Luckily, kindness reaps rewards, because in the last month or so my life has blossomed like you wouldn't believe! I was reasonably content before, but it's like I've discovered true happiness for the first time. It's a whole different level! The sexual pleasure is a big part of it, but not all. Everything is great! I can't stop smiling. Only now do I look back and realize how much I've missed out on."

Brenda was so moved that she was nearly teary-eyed. "That's beautiful! You're really making me see this with new eyes."

"What started out as awkwardly helping my son has turned into a magical, precious journey. You're seeing us at a time where things are only starting to catch fire. I can't even imagine how much BETTER it's going to get!"

"Wow. Susan, you really are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing that with me. Since you've been so open, let me be open with you. I talked to Suzanne about some things today, but I didn't really get to the heart of the matter. She's so very impressive, you know what I mean? I like her a lot, but I feel a bit intimidated by her too. Whereas with you, I feel like we're on the same wavelength somehow."

Susan grinned. "I feel that too."

"Good. Here's the thing. In the past few days, I feel like my life has turned upside down. Suzanne got to talking about an ideal 'real man,' and it was like every word she spoke was a slap across my face, because she spoke such powerful truth! It was like she could read my mind. Then, last night, I got to talk to Alan, and the same thing happened again. He's my ideal man, my dream man! It's like he walked straight out of my dreams!"

Susan beamed. "I couldn't agree more! And you don't know the half of it! Mmmm... When I have his big, fat... er, member... in my hands..."

Brenda clarified, "You can say 'cock.' It's better that way. I think we can easily agree that if any man has a cock, it's him!"

Susan giggled happily. "Ain't that the truth!"

"And don't censor yourself on my account. As I keep telling you, I can handle it, no matter how graphic it is."

"Good. Because right now I'm thinking about holding his big cock in my hands." She gestured with her hands, as if she were stroking him while he stood in front of her. "Running my fingers up and down all ten throbbing inches..."

She brought her hands to her face as if holding his erection so that she could lick and suck it. She even closed her eyes and blissed out for a few long moments, as she obviously fantasized about doing just that. But then she re-opened her eyes and asked in a pouty tone, "By the way, did you know I haven't even so much as touched his cock once today?!"

"No!"

"It's true! Ron being home is a real problem. Luckily, Alan told me that he got a lot of help from some big-titted cheerleaders. But if he were here right now, Gaawwwd! I wouldn't be able to control myself! I'd just HAVE to swallow him deep, as deep as I could! He'd probably start fucking my face vigorously, making me **** and gag! But you know what? Confession time: I secretly love it when he does that! I feel like he's taking total control and really putting me in my place! MMMM!"

She suddenly dropped her hands and seemed to snap back to the here and now. "Oh my. Sorry. I got a little carried away there. We were talking about your problem, and I went off on a tangent. Where were we?"

Brenda was floored yet again. In particular the words "I feel like he's taking total control and really putting me in my place" hit her like a sledgehammer smashing a chandelier. Her body trembled and her heart raced so intensely that she was lucky she was already sitting down.

She just stared at Susan as she clutched at her chest, trying to hide how much her gasping was causing her huge tits to heave up and down. She was struck dumb.

Susan frowned. "Sorry, did I get too explicit? I did. I'm really sorry."

That caused Brenda to snap out of it and respond. "Oh, no! It's not that! PLEASE don't censor yourself. In fact, my problem is the opposite: I love what you're saying so much that I can't get enough of it. True, I've been married twice, and I've had a few other lovers besides. But when I hear you or Suzanne talking with such passion about helping Alan with his problem, I realize that I've never really had sex at all! You've opened my eyes. I want that. I want to feel what you've been feeling!"

Susan said modestly, "I've been blessed by the Lord."

"You have!"

CHAPTER 11

Brenda grew contemplative. "I just hope it's not too late for me. You see..." There was a prolonged pause while she pondered what to reveal. She ultimately decided to go for it. "The problem is... I... Well, to put it all on the table, I asked Suzanne's help to find me a man like Alan. But that's not what I really want. I want Alan himself!"

"I see," Susan said stiffly and guardedly. She knew that already, but it still alarmed her to hear Brenda confess her feelings so directly.

Brenda hastened to add, "Mind you, I don't mean to take anything away from you at all. Or Suzanne, for that matter. You two are his main helpers, and I totally respect that. But Alan has lots of other helpers too, such as his big-titted cheerleader help. You keep emphasizing that he needs a LOT of variety. So why not add me into the mix?!"

There was a long pause while Susan wrestled with her emotions. Her jealousy of Brenda's larger breasts came to the fore, but she also was mindful that they really had **** but to get her involved, due to her knowledge of the Plummers' ****. Still, Susan was determined not to make it easy on her, which was also part of the "playing hard to get" strategy Suzanne was promoting.

She said, "I appreciate your honesty. However, it's not easy. His other lovers all know him well. We're a tight-knit group. Group harmony is extremely important in something like this. We can't have people joining and then leaving willy-nilly. We've made really major commitments!"

Brenda pleaded, "I'm not talking about just a fling. I'm willing to make a major commitment too."

"Are you? Really? How do we know that? How can we be sure? You're still a stranger to us, for all practical purposes. Heck, how can you truly know yet? I can see you have strong feelings for him at the moment, but will that still be the case a week from now? Or a month or year?"

Brenda sighed in frustration. "You're right. I can't know the future for sure. I just wish I could explain the passion of my feelings for him. Maybe then you'd understand."

"Passion is good, but passion can be fleeting. I'm sorry, but we need to take a wait-and-see approach before we even consider the possibility."

Brenda was severely disappointed, but at the same time, she realized that Susan had left a door open. "So... there's hope?!"

Susan was really working the "hard to get" angle. "Perhaps. But consider it a long-shot at best. This is not some easy thing you're asking. This is a major commitment."

"But what about his big-titted cheerleaders?"

"What about them?"

"You don't even know all their names, from what I understand. And they're not tightly connected to your group at home. If he can get help like that, why not me too?"

"That's a different situation," Susan replied, sounding a bit irked. "Tiger, I mean Alan, is a very, very virile, well-hung young man. His powerful cock has big needs! You don't expect him to go the entire school day without at least some blowjob help, do you?"

"I suppose not."

"So that's an 'any port in the storm' kind of emergency situation. We can't be there, and those busty girls are. They're not taking any time or attention away from us. Whereas, if it were you, you WOULD."

Brenda dropped her head sadly. "Damn. I see what you mean."

"This is an especially big problem for Suzanne. In case you haven't noticed, she has a really big libido. She feels like she doesn't get enough of him as it is, so she's been especially adamant that you not get involved."

Brenda held her hands together in a begging pose. "Then please don't tell her about this conversation? Please? I don't want her to hate me or think I'm her enemy. I promise I'll go along with whatever it is that you and she decide, and what Alan wants. I'm just hoping that maybe there's some possibility. For instance, what about when neither of you two are around and he gets a big stiff boner? What then?"

Susan grunted grudgingly. "I suppose there are situations like that. To be honest, we haven't worked everything out yet. Mind you, these are very early days. For instance, I talk like I'm a blowjob expert, but I've only been sucking him for two weeks. And not every day either, due to problems such as Ron being home. So the situation is still very much evolving. It may turn out that Tiger wants more variety."

Brenda bounced in her seat. "So there IS hope! Isn't there?!"

"Maaaaybe. Maybe. We'll see. There are many factors that would have to fall into place just right. For instance, what about what Alan thinks? From what Suzanne told us, he's not even that interested in you."

Brenda sat on the edge of her chair. "I know, but that can change! Give me a chance, please!"

She suddenly stood up. "Look! I've got the body type that he likes, don't I?" She struck a provocative pose, jutting out a hip and putting a hand on her waist.

Susan stared up and down her for a few long moments, "Well, I suppose."

"You suppose?! Come on! Everyone says I'm the best of the best!"

Susan narrowed her eyes with irritation. "You certainly are full of yourself! Not everyone will necessarily feel the same way. You heard what Suzanne said about Alan's ho-hum attitude."

"I know, but later, when he was talking to me alone, you should have seen the way he looked at me. He was undressing me with his eyes! He was lusting for me, big time!"

Susan said skeptically, "That's no surprise. He's such a horny young man that he'll lust after anything with boobs."

Brenda lowered her arms and straightened up in disappointment.

Susan got what she considered an unusually clever idea, one that she thought Suzanne would approve of. "Look. I'll try to help you out. And I'll even keep this a secret from Suzanne, for now. You have one big advantage in that you know our big secret. The fewer people who know that the better, obviously, so if he did want more help, you'd be an obvious candidate. Maybe even the top candidate."

"YES!" Brenda's mood changed in a flash. She pumped a fist in the air.

"Hold on! Don't get too excited! Like I said, there are lots of obstacles. For starters, we need to know at a bare minimum whether he would be interested in you. I'm not just talking about a horny guy lusting after a pretty woman. It's gotta be more than that. You need to really get his engine running if you want to have any chance of becoming one of his regular helpers."

Brenda asked plaintively, "What do I have to do?! Can you arrange for him to see me more often?! The weekly card game isn't much of an opportunity for me to make a big impression, particularly since he doesn't even play cards with us."

"I can certainly work on that. For instance, maybe you can come over for dinner after Ron is gone."

"Oh God!" Brenda's heart thumped wildly as she considered that scary yet hopeful opportunity.

Susan got to her clever idea. "But there's something else you can do that could get us a good sense of whether you stand a chance."

"What's that? I'll do anything!"

"Are you sure you mean that? Because what I'm thinking is to take some nude pictures of you. I'll edit them so your head can't be seen, and ask him what he thinks of them without revealing your name. He'll undoubtedly have a raging erection, 'cos he usually does, so I'll be able to feel his reaction with my mouth and my sliding fingers. Believe me, my lips know when he's feeling excited!"

Brenda was torn. But then she thought, Fuck it! Why not?! I was lamenting to myself that no amount of money can buy me Alan. But maybe courage will! If I'm going to get what I want, I have to be brave and go for it! Besides, I can always back out, so this isn't so scary. This is just to see if I can get my foot in the door.

She asked breathlessly, "What are you thinking?! When? Where? How?!"

Susan spoke calmly. "I'm thinking right here, right now. I didn't bring a camera, but your house is right over there." She pointed in the direction of Brenda's mansion. "Surely you have one. Then you can loan me the memory card or even the entire camera if need be. I'll take care of the rest. We'll have the pictures in his hands tomorrow."

Brenda started considering the possible dangers. Susan seemed like a lovely, sweet person, but she wasn't sure if she could trust her. "What about if we take the pictures now, but I edit them and print them out myself? I can bring them by tomorrow, no problem."

Susan had been secretly hoping to show Alan the full pictures, including Brenda's face, but she realized that could be pushing her luck too far. So she said, "That'll work too. In fact, that's less work for me."

"Good!" Brenda was panting heavily, suddenly aroused by the prospect of showing her nude body to her dream master. "Ohmigod! I can't believe I'm actually going to do this! But what the hell? Let's do it!"

Susan smiled. "That's the attitude! If we're gonna do it, let's do it right. While you're getting the camera, why not pick up some sexy clothes too? You can make it a striptease for him. I don't know what exactly. Lingerie, perhaps. Oh! And don't forget high heels!"

Brenda's eyes lit up. This was starting to sound like fun. Scary and thrilling, and highly arousing, but fun. "Okay!" She started to rush out of the room.

Susan shouted to her back, "But don't take too long! I don't have much time; I have to get back to my own family. I know how it can be picking out clothes. Just grab a bunch of stuff and bring it over here to sort out. Ten minutes, tops!"

Brenda had paused until Susan finished. "Okay! Ten minutes!" She ran out the door, slamming it behind her.

CHAPTER 12

The Hunter guest house was to the side of the backyard of the main Hunter mansion, so the distance wasn't that far. Brenda ran all the way there and back in her attempt to make Susan's ten minute deadline. She was a few minutes late, but Susan let that slide. She came back carrying a camera and a bag full of clothes, plus a couple of pairs of high heeled shoes.

Susan had carefully closed all the curtains while she was waiting. There was no way anybody could look in.

Still breathing hard from the running, Brenda handed the camera to Susan and laid out the clothes on a sofa. "What do you think? What should we start with?"

Susan was feeling uncommonly bold. Thinking about Alan seducing Brenda made her horny, but her jealousy towards Brenda meant she didn't mind making things a little difficult for her. "First, we start with some nude shots. Let's see if you really are as great as you say."

Brenda started to feel panicky. She'd never done anything like this before. Even her two husbands never took any nude pictures of her. She'd been a high maintenance wife who rarely granted special favors like that. "When you say nude, do you mean completely nude? Can't I at least keep my panties on? That'll show him my complete figure."

Susan had been examining the camera. It was a digital "point and shoot" type similar to one she'd used before. She looked up, and said, "To be honest, this isn't JUST about taking pictures. I'm also testing your resolve. These are still early days, as I've said, but one thing I've discovered already is that if you're one of Alan's helpers, you're going to be completely naked A LOT. Furthermore, you'll find yourself in humiliating situations frequently. For instance, have you ever knelt naked under the table and sucked off a man while he casually eats breakfast while talking to others at the table who know you're under there with his cock in your mouth?"

Not surprisingly, Brenda gasped. "MY GOD!"

Actually, Susan had never done that, but it was a frequent and powerful fantasy for her. In fact, a few days earlier, she'd had a particularly intense fantasy of that happening while Ron was sitting at the table. She strongly suspected that once Ron was gone, it would happen to her for real.

Brenda gathered her courage. "I can handle it. I've got what it takes! You'll see!" So far, she hadn't taken any clothes off, but she started to strip.

She undressed quickly at first, but as more clothes started to come off, she started to reconsider the wisdom of what she was doing. I must be losing my mind! Am I really doing this?! I must be ****. I've got the face and body of a centerfold, and millions of dollars in the bank besides. I can have any man I want! Except Alan, that is. Dammit! I want HIM! Why does it have to be so difficult?

And why did Susan have to mention sucking him under the table during breakfast? I've never even truly enjoyed a blowjob before, but if that were to happen to me... SHIT! I would cum like a raging river the entire time! God DAMN! I would suck his cock like my life depended on it!

Inspired by such visions, Brenda bravely took off all her clothes, including her bra and panties. She even stood with her arms out to show she had nothing to hide. "There! I'll bet you didn't think I could do it. Start clicking away. I don't care! I'm ready!"

Susan stood in front of Brenda still wearing her ordinary clothes, but she hadn't raised the camera to her face yet. "That's good. But you're not there yet. I saw some high heels in your bag." She grinned with fond memory. "Those are a must. If you ever become one of Alan's women, that's about the only thing you'll ever wear around him."

"Oh. Right." Brenda went back to her bag and selected a pair of black high heels. The fact that she was "****" to wear such heels aroused her still more. Her hands were trembling so badly that she had some trouble putting them on, but she managed. She went back to standing in the middle of the room. "How's that?"

"Better. I should warn you that I'm not a professional photographer. But I suppose I should start taking some pictures now." She took a few pictures of Brenda just standing there.

However, the pictures didn't look that inspired to Susan. Then she stopped and asked, "Is that it? Are you just going to stand with your arms at your sides like you're waiting for the bus?"

"Shit! Right! Sorry, I've never done this before. How's this?" Brenda struck a somewhat sexy pose, with a hand behind her head.

"Good." Susan took a few more snaps. Then she stopped again. "Hold on. Your pose is good, but what about your face? You look scared."

Brenda broke her pose. "I AM scared! I've never done this before! I'm posing buck naked for an eighteen-year old kid I barely know! I never did this for either of my husbands!"

Susan replied as if she wasn't surprised in the slightest by that, because she wasn't. "Of course you haven't. They're just men. Maybe they're rich and charismatic or whatever, but still, just men. And you were just a woman. Beautiful, sure, but just a woman. Whereas Alan, you know what he is! Let's put it this way: he won't just make you one of his women. He'll make you one of his SLUTS!"

Those were exactly the kind of words Brenda needed to hear to get inspired. That's right! Alan is a superior kind of man. A natural master! That's why he's got me doing this much already. He has MANY women who love to serve him. When I think of him staring at my big breasts last night, stripping me naked with his eyes, staring into my soul... Oh God! That's what I've been missing my entire life, a man who makes me feel like that!

Alan Plummer, my natural lord and master! The only man I've ever met worthy of serving!

She resumed her sexy pose. "Here, let me try again." While her position was the exact same as before, this time, lust radiated from her eyes like burning flames.

Susan began snapping more pictures. "Better! MUCH better! ... By the way, do I have to worry about the memory card running out?"

"No, you should be good."

"Excellent." Susan kept on clicking away. "If it helps, imagine that I'm Alan. I'm standing here in just my T-shirt. Suzanne is kneeling naked below me, trying to get my dick hard with her hands and mouth, but I just came all over her face and tits a few minutes ago, so I'm stubbornly flaccid. Sometimes, pleasuring his cock, er, I mean my cock, can be a team effort. What can you do to help, standing in front of me?"

Brenda's body surged with arousal as she imagined that scenario. "More talk like that, please! That really helps!" She struck a different pose. In the previous one, her body had been angled just enough to hide her pussy and bush. But now she stood full on with her legs slightly spread.

"Good! Good! You're having an effect on him already. Remember what Suzanne said last night? 'Ladies and gentlemen, we have lift-off!'"

Susan and Brenda shared a good laugh over that. But it also reminded Brenda how Suzanne left to go take Alan upstairs to suck him off. Her arousal rose a couple more notches.

Susan continued to take pictures. She was feeling horny and emboldened, so it was easy for her. Brenda tried out several different poses from the front.

As she did so, Susan continued the narrative about Suzanne trying to revive Alan's penis. "Mmmm! Suzanne can report that there's progress. She's taken him into her mouth, but he's still only half-hard. He needs more visual stimulation. More!"

As the minutes passed, Brenda found herself relaxing and even enjoying herself. Because she'd started off completely naked, there was no way to hide her shame, and she just decided to let it all hang out. This was a brand new experience for her, and it seemed every nerve in her body was humming with energy. Her face still displayed an embarrassed blush, but she also smiled with genuine joy.

Her arousal steadily rose higher and higher. Due the fact that she had an unusually leaky pussy, it wasn't long before rivulets of cum were dripping down her inner thighs. She wanted to clean that up, but Susan saw that and insisted that she didn't.

All the while, Susan kept a running dialogue of how Suzanne was stimulating Alan's cock and balls. She went into great detail about all the moves Suzanne was making with her hands, lips, and tongues, based on her own experience, of course.

This got Brenda hotter and hotter. In her mind, Alan really was getting sucked and stroked by Suzanne while she posed for him.

Then Susan had Brenda turn around and show off her backside. Brenda did so with verve and swagger. She was so into posing by now that when Susan told her to stretch down and touch her toes, she didn't hesitate.

Even as Brenda held that lewd pose, Susan asked her, "How do you feel?"

"How do I feel?!" She was incredulous that she was being asked this now.

"That's right."

"Can I stand up?"

"No. Answer the question."

"UGH! Horny!"

Susan laughed. "I know that. I can SEE that! Goodness gracious, girl, do you always get that wet?"

"It's kind of a problem," Brenda muttered with embarrassment. "But this is way more than usual." The rivulets of cum had nearly reached her knees.

"So what does that mean about how you feel? Spread your legs wider. Then compare this experience to, say, sex with either of your husbands."

Brenda dutifully spread her legs as Susan took some more pictures. "Oh, there's no comparison! Sex with my husbands? That was okay. No big fireworks though. I had to fake my orgasms more often than not. Whereas, this... I don't know! I've hardly ever felt like this before! I'm soooo horny that it feels incredible! Can I stand back up yet?"

"No! But I'll tell you what's happening behind you. Tiger's cock is still nice and stiff, of course, and Suzanne's cheeks are sunk in, she's using so much suction. He's practically out of mind with too much stimulation! She's stroking and sucking him good! But he's asked for you to stay in that pose as he contemplates making you his next personal cocksucker... and more! He's thinking how it's going to feel to fuck your tight little pussy!"

Brenda moaned lustily. "UNRGH! Don't say that, or I'm gonna topple over with these damn high heels!"

Jesus Christ! Alan is gonna fuck me! He's gonna SLAM his huge pole into me, maybe even when I'm bent over like this! I'll be nothing but one of his many fuck sluts! When I don't have his thick cock in my mouth, that is! God, this is all too hot!

Susan continued to click. "Wider! Wider! And how do you feel, already?"

Brenda attempted to spread her legs still wider. "To be honest? Like a TOTAL SLUT!" She had a sudden realization. "Oh my God! That was your intention all along! Not just to take the photos, but to give me a taste of what it truly feels like to be one of his sluts!"

Susan chuckled knowingly. "Yep! Are you feeling so horny that you're afraid you might pass out?"

"Yes!"

"Are you feeling humiliated too? But in a good way, like you've never felt so alive?"

"Yes! EXACTLY like that!"

"Good! Welcome to my life! That's how I feel EVERY time I take his throbbing thickness into my mouth! Tiger puts me in some kind of compromised, humiliating, but oh-so-arousing and wonderful position pretty much every day. It's his specialty! If you become one of his sluts, you'll feel like this a lot! Except imagine a great big cock pounding into you on top of everything else!"

"Oh my God! NO!"

"Yes! Maybe he'll slap your ass a couple of times to remind you who's in charge. Then, as you keep your hands locked around your ankles, you'd bend up at a stiff right angle so he can fuck your face!"

Brenda practically screamed. "AAAAEEEE! NO! HNNNG! UNGH! NO!"

Susan didn't realize it, but Brenda had a spanking fetish. Even the mention of a couple of ass slaps practically drove her out of her mind.

Susan was going to say more about the face fucking, but she could see Brenda's body wobbling dangerously on her high heels, so she had mercy on her.

Brenda actually clutched her ankles tightly to prevent herself from falling over. But that reminded her of Susan's words and excited her so much that she nearly fell over anyway. She finally recovered enough to pant, "I'm sorry, I have to stand up or I'm going to fall over for sure!"

She stood back up and turned around. She immediately clutched at her immense tits. Her idea was to stop them from wildly bouncing, but once she had them in hand she started blatantly caressing them and pinching her nipples. "Oh shit! I can't... I can't help myself!"

"That's okay. I know the feeling. Believe me, I know!" Susan continued to take more pictures.

Brenda felt as if she was truly unable to control her hands. So she just closed her eyes in shame when one of them slipped down to her pussy and started fingering her clit and slit. "What... what's happening with Suzanne, by the way?"

Susan hadn't expected things to go so far that Brenda would end up freely masturbating right in front of her, but she decided to keep rolling with the punches. In fact, she had to summon her willpower not to do the same.

She replied, "I'm glad you asked! She is drowning in STIFF COCK! She just finished pounding her fist up and down his shaft while she sucked his balls, and now she's bobbing on him again! But he STILL hasn't cum yet, because he's that amazing! She's going so deep that she's taking him to the root! Oh my! She's deep throating him!"

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"Yes, it's true!" Susan had never seen a deep throating, but since it was a fantasy she wanted to let her imagination run wild. Her pussy was getting quite wet.

"Oh no! Oh God! OH NO!" Brenda was frantically fingering her clit while tugging on one of her long nipples. "Susan... I wish you hadn't said that! Now... now, I'm gonna cum! Sorry! Avert your eyes, please!"

Brenda came a few seconds later. The orgasmic joy hit her so hard that she had to drop to her knees. But she kept right on going. She tilted her head back and screamed. The guest house was far enough from her main mansion that she didn't bother about the noise.

Susan didn't avert her eyes. In fact, she kept right on taking pictures. She even stepped closer to take some close-ups. She was impressed by the volume and passion of Brenda's screams.

Brenda had a multiple orgasm that lasted nearly two minutes. When it was over, she practically crawled to the nearest chair, flopped into it, and curled up in a ball. Even then, her body continued to twitch due to occasional aftershocks.

Susan took a few more photos of Brenda curled up in her chair with a dazed freshly fucked look on her face. Then she put the camera down and sat back in the nearest chair. She was somewhat surprised to find that she was still fully clothed, and with bra and panties no less, since she always wound up buck naked in these kinds of situations.

Brenda buried her face in her hands. "I'm so ashamed! Can you throw a blanket over me, please?"

"Why be ashamed? You did great!"

"Really?!"

"Really. You say you want to be one of Alan's sluts. I don't know about that. Like I said, there are many things that would have to line up just right for that to happen. But your stock just went way up in my book. It's not just about having big tits or a stunning face. Those things are just the foot in the door with him. The main thing is attitude. And you really showed me you know how to be a sexy slut. Don't ruin it now by chickening out at the end."

Now that she was coming down from her orgasmic high, Brenda never felt so naked and ashamed. But she bravely uncovered her face and looked Susan's way. Her voice was trembly. "There. See?"

"Good. You must really want him."

"I do! I do!" She sighed. "Susan, I wish I could explain. It's not just the prospect of the best sex in my life, although there is that. There's been a huge hole in my life. I feel like I'm... hollowed out. Like I'm just going through the motions. The only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning is taking care of my son Adrian, and he's gone to school or elsewhere most of the time. I want what you have. It's the whole package. Like the way you say you've blossomed and have an entirely new outlook on life."

Susan said encouragingly, "That's true. I do. And you can too. We're similar, you and I. We're each coming out of bad marriages and broken dreams. But we're still young, and life is long. Brenda, the future is SO bright for me that I can't even tell you. Now, when I wake up, I want to leap out of bed. I can't wait to see what each new day will bring! And then, when I wind up naked and kneeling, with my son's big cock in my mouth... OOOH! I get shivers just thinking about it!" That was true. She visibly shivered in a way that couldn't be faked.

She concluded with an encouraging smile, "It'll be like that for you too, if not with Alan, then with someone like him."

Brenda groaned. "I don't want someone like him. I want HIM, dammit! UGH! Sorry. I'm just a little frustrated. Anyway..." She looked over to the sofa where she'd laid out her sexy clothes. "What about all those?"

Susan considered that. "You know what? I think we're good for now. We've got plenty of pictures, so this is a good place to stop. If we keep going, I'm going to get too horny to stand it. Besides, you inspired Alan so much that he just blew a big spermy load right into Suzanne's mouth!"

Brenda smiled from ear to ear. "Did he? Good!" She actually felt a big sense of satisfaction from hearing that.

"Oh, he did! Her face is absolutely DRENCHED with his sweet cum! She's such a sexy sight. Picture Suzanne's face, but so splattered with Alan's manly seed that she can't even open her eyes!"

"Wow!" Brenda's embarrassment lessened as her arousal grew from thinking about that.

After fully recovering from her orgasm, she sat in a more comfortable position. "So... what do you think? Did I pass?"

"Well, that's up to Alan. I'm just his mother. He rules the roost. I just pleasure his cock whenever he lets me."

Brenda whimpered lustily at that incestuous reminder. She almost had to beg Susan to shut up. She felt like her body simply couldn't handle any more arousal. However, her body had a different take on the matter.

Susan was genuinely very impressed, and she wanted to be honest. But she also wanted to continue Suzanne's strategy of having Alan play hard to get. So she said, "For what it's worth, I think you have a GREAT body! Not just your huge tits, but all over. Nice legs, nice ass, cute face. I'd be surprised if he doesn't find you worthy. We'll find out soon. But remember, even if he does like the pictures, that's just one step on a long road."

Brenda nodded with grim determination. Dammit, I can do this. I've come this far. If you want something bad, you have to fight for it with all your might!

Susan left a short time afterwards. As promised, she left the camera with Brenda. She said she'd call tomorrow to ask how the pictures came out.

Brenda had greatly desired Alan already, but now her desire spiked still higher. Even though she didn't even see him or talk to him whatsoever during the photoshoot, Susan had successfully given her a taste of how it felt to be simultaneously aroused and humiliated by him and with him. It was like an addictive **** that she couldn't get enough of.