Wrecking the Homewrecker Pt.13 (Patreon)

A big surprise

Thursday morning started just like every morning for the past few days for Rose. She got screamed awake by the voice of her stepdaughter and quickly went out of bed to prepare breakfast, before getting herself ready to wake Sally up with nothing but a pair of sheer white stockings, white satin ribbons in her hair, her collar, leash and another heavy application of makeup. Sighing deeply she then waited for the exact right time and made it into Sally’s room, crawling under her sheets to start licking her pussy.

Like always it reeked of sweat and arousal down there and making matters worse Sally was laying on her stomach this time, forcing Rose to press her face deep between the girl’s fat butt cheeks in order to even get to her pussy. It gave her a chilling memory to yesterday where she had been stuck underneath Bernice’s ass then under Sally’s for the majority of her embarrassing day. Pressing her nose in Sally’s butt crack was so much worse than having to press it in her pubic bush, but luckily Sally woke up with a loud moan within her desired timeframe which was all that really mattered.

“Mmm good morning you dirty little brown noser, couldn’t get enough from my butthole now could you?” Sally laughed as she felt her stepmother’s nose press against her puckered hole. Perfect timing as well as she was desperate to let out a fart. It was a very long slow one making her butthole open up and partially swallow her stepmother’s nose as the warm noxious gas blew in her face.

Rose instantly started gagging as she felt nauseous smelling feeling and even partially tasting Sally’s fart. It only made Sally laugh that much harder though as three smaller farts followed helped out by her laughter. Rose predicament was gross and bad enough that she momentarily stopped licking Sally’s pussy though which instantly made Sally stop laughing as well. “Who told you you could stop bitch?” she noted fast and aggressive, her expression softening once more as her stepmother’s tongue quickly started licking again.

In the end the whole scene lasted a mere four minutes until turned on by her amazing dreams in memory of yesterday and the fact that she had her stepmother between her legs, Sally had an amazing orgasm. Taking another minute to recuperate Sally eventually threw the covers off and got up. “That’s a good mommy, now kneel before me and open up that mouth of yours.” Sally said with a smirk as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

Worried about what Sally was planning this time, but not daring to disobey Rose hurried to kneel in front of her stepdaughter, the smell of her pussy still strong on her face. After what had just happened it would foolish to risk a punishment now. Opening her mouth Rose groaned when Sally promptly stuffed yesterday’s socks inside, finishing with a possessive pat on her stepmother’s bulging cheeks. “There we go slut, time to put my breakfast ready. I want my plate on your back with you laying face down over the table. Don’t you fucking dare let one of my socks slip out of your mouth. Now go, I’ll be down shortly.” Sally said as she walked to her bathroom.

Rose was more than happy to get away from Sally but given what she had to do with her face covered in Sally’s juices and her mouth completely stuffed with Sally’s nasty socks it hardly mattered that she would be alone for just a moment. Groaning loudly she clamped her mouth down as hard as she could on the ball of sweat soaked cotton preventing it from falling out and got up, heading down to the kitchen.

Carrying out her stepdaughter’s command she felt completely and utterly degraded. Bent over the table she was painfully aware of just how completely exposed she was. Her ass and pussy were both on full display and with how Sally’s plate was standing on her lower back just above her ass she was pretty certain Sally would end up sitting behind her giving her a good full view of her ass and pussy.

A few moments later Sally entered the kitchen already dressed in her uniform with a big smile on her face. It was at least a small reprieve for Rose that dressing her stepdaughter would no longer be a task today. Seeing Sally walk towards her and then behind her there seemed to be something wrong though, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but the way in which Sally’s skirt swayed just didn’t seem right for some reason. “You make a very cute table, I don’t really know whether I prefer you like this or between my legs for breakfast. It’ll all depend on how good it feels I guess.” Sally said with a smirk as Rose could feel her move behind her.

Sally’s notion about how good it would feel was a little confusing however. What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Her question got quickly answered as without any warning she felt something big enter her pussy all of a sudden accompanied with a loud moan from Sally and a loud muffled yelp from Rose herself. What the hell was that? What did Sally do? She could tell that her stepdaughter had put something up her pussy, something rather large, but what? Why did she moan? Looking behind her in wide eyed horror she could see Sally’s smirking face, her hips pressed against her bottom, but nothing more.

“Remember what I said about those socks slut, that goes until I tell you otherwise. This thing you’re probably wondering about Is a strapon by the way, I got it from Bernice, nice right. You I and this baby are going to have a lot of fun slut. It does feel great so maybe every breakfast can be like this from now on.” Sally laughed followed by a couple of quick moans as she pulled back slightly only to slam the strapon in all the way again. Her reminder about the socks effectively shut her stepmother up, avoiding that she would have to deal with complaints.

Rose was horrified, her stepdaughter was fucking her? She couldn’t allow this and yet she just lay there serving as a sort of twisted table as Sally moved her strapon in and out of her pussy. It felt so violating. Judging from Sally’s moans she was loving it though. Rose couldn’t quite make up her mind how she preferred to spend breakfast. Her favourites were the Sunday morning ones with her husband at home, the ones where Sally left her alone. If she had to chose between eating Sally out or getting fucked by her she really didn’t know which once was worse.

Much to her horror Rose’s body was starting to react to the penetration as well, slowly but sure her pussy got wet making Sally’s fucking easier and more pleasant until she couldn’t help but let out a soft occasional moan, making her blush burn that much brighter. She couldn’t believe she was moaning from this, it was no where close to the moaning Sally got up to but still.

This surreal scene stretch throughout Sally’s entire breakfast. Occasionally she reached down with her cutlery to grab a bite from the plate resting on her stepmother’s back, but the pounding never seized. It made eating a whole lot harder with such a shaky plate, but she loved. Rose felt utterly degraded as he stepdaughter just kept pounding away, but she could do nothing but take it. She was horrified when her pounding ended with something shooting out of that dildo up her pussy, that thing could cum? What kind of sorcery was that?

“Mmmm, that’s one tight pussy you have going there step mommy and look at it it’s soaked. I wonder if that’s just my juices leaking out or if you really loved getting fucked by your own stepdaughter you dirty whore. With all your moaning through my socks it sure sounded like you did.” Sally laughed, never letting a good opportunity to taunt her stepmother go to waste.

Disbelieve struck Rose hard, these were Sally’s juices that had been shot up her pussy? It wasn’t just some liquid stuck in that strap on that somehow had made Sally moan? She couldn’t believe Sally’s juices were leaking out of her, but at least those masked her own arousal. If this fucking had gone on for ten more minutes she would probably have came herself which in all essence was the most embarrassing part of this all. Her pussy was craving more while she was happy that it was finally over despite how she still lay there over the table sucking on Sally’s nasty socks.

She didn’t know what she should be doing now, could she just get up? Could she finally get those nasty socks out of her mouth? As long as Sally was around her best bet was probably to just not do anything unless she was specifically told to, and then the bell rung making Rose shudder. That had to be Bernice, after getting so well acquaint with the old pervy neighbour’s butthole yesterday, Rose was dreading her stay there more than ever.

“Ah, sounds like your slut sitter is there, just in time as I need to get going. Be good slut, you really don’t want me to hear about any complaints. Now stay down on the table while I let your Mistress for the day in. Bye bye.” Sally announced with a smirk as Rose did as requested with a groan. She could hear Sally walk towards the door followed by some indistinguishable chatter and then all of a sudden loud steps approaching her once more.

“My my such a good slut on full display just like you should be. Just look at that pussy of yours, your simply dripping, are you this excited to see me again slut? What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to welcome me properly?” Bernice loudly asked as she moved right behind Rose who felt more exposed than ever, especially when Bernice took the liberty of just running a finger through her soaked lips like she owned them which Bernice guessed she did for the day at least as embarrassing as that was. Her pussy was owned either by her stepdaughter or the old neighbour who she had experienced first hand that the rumours about her were way milder than her actual perversion.

Turning around mortified to look at Bernice Rose’s predicament of why she hadn’t welcomed her quickly became clear. Bernice’s smirk widened as she saw her pretty neighbours cheeks puffed out with a little bit of sock peeking out of her mouth. “Oh I see what the problem is and why you haven’t welcomed me despite your obvious eagerness. That’s alright, you can keep those socks in for the time being. Now up you go, time for you to take a shower.” Bernice ordered with a pat on Rose’s pussy making her whimper, jumping up right to rush off to the bathroom without looking back at Bernice. She was more than happy to finally get out of this very exposing position, or to wash the scent of Sally’s pussy off of her face again for that matter. Finally she would have a moment for herself again.

Smirking broadly at how eager Rose was to rush off Bernice just followed her upstairs, into her bedroom and into her bathroom. She invaded her favourite trophy wife’s private space just like she had invade her privates before. “You can keep those socks in your mouth while showering slut. Afterall you don’t need to wash in there. Oh while you shower keep the door open and put on a show for me will you? Your room is pretty boring so I don’t care about snooping around in there.” Bernice ordered as she took place on the closed toilet.

Rose groaned, she wouldn’t even get a moment of rest in the shower it seemed. She couldn’t help but shudder as she watched her older pervy neighbour sit there wearing a white blouse, a black pencil skirt, a pair of sheer black stockings and low heeled black leather pumps. Reluctantly Rose stripped out of her own stockings and hair ribbons, Bernice unlocking her collar so that too wouldn’t get wet.

As good as the warm water felt on her skin Rose couldn’t relax, feeling Bernice’s eyes glued to her as she was forced to put on a show, washing her body as sensually as she could just for the viewing pleasure of old fat Bernice. It made her feel even more vulnerable than being bend over that table. On the upside Sally’s scent did wash off her face along with her ruined makeup, but due to Bernice’s order to keep the socks in her mouth she was forced to swallow a couple of gulps of water tasting like Sally’s feet. It was disturbing really, the water soaked into the socks due to how she couldn’t fully close her mouth and that water eventually leaked out of those socks and down her throat.

Once Rose was done showering Bernice was right on her case for her next order. “Alright slut, now do your makeup again, I was thinking something with deep red lips and dark smoky eyes, really make it pop. You can put on your collar and leash, those white ribbons  and your white stockings, the rest of your outfit will be waiting for you in your bedroom. Oh and you can put the socks in the hamper now.” Bernice ominously stated before making her way into the bedroom.

The mention of there being more to her outfit than the stockings and ribbons worried Rose, but it wasn’t something she could prevent so with a sigh she just decided to get going with her makeup. Putting on the heavy coats of makeup still made her feel like such a slut, especially with how her outfit only made her look even slutier instead of helping her cover up. It had become her main outfit over the course of the week though and she was getting quite proficient at creating the elaborate makeup styles.

Moving into the bedroom Rose instantly shuddered, displayed on the bed were a couple of items, a lacquered looking black fabric making up most of it. There was a pair of ankle heigh boots with an impossible heel the foot part angled straight down with only the toes as a surface to rest on. Above it Bernice had laid out a corset made out of black latex with a white latex apron fastened to the front. The last piece was a black latex cap with white latex frills trimming it.

“Gorgeous isn’t it? Since you live to serve I couldn’t think of a better outfit for you than a maid’s outfit and well since you are a slut I didn’t want to ask you to cover up too much so I believe this is just perfect for you isn’t it? Anyways, why don’t you get over here and turn around so I can help you with that corset?” Bernice asked with a big smirk as Rose just looked horrified. Eventually the woman did as she was told though, turning her back towards Bernice only to be rewarded with the stiff boned latex being wrapped around her middle.

It was okay at first, but when Bernice started to fasten hook after hook in the back of the garment it really started to cut into Rose’s waist, squeezing it, constricting it tighter and tighter. Rose had a great figure, fit, slender with curves in all the right places. This corset took in her waist by a couple inches though giving her some dramatic curves, her already slender waist was even tinier and the under bust style pushed up her breasts obscenely. It made her look more like an over sexualised Barbie doll than anything else. It might be another piece of clothing, but it only made her feel even more exposed.

The maid cap while being another indignity wasn’t all that bad, Rose barely even felt it was there, but the heels were the absolute worst. They way overstretched her feet and were practically impossible to stand on. If it wasn’t for her ballet practices when she was younger she would have most certainly fell over. It was difficult, but she could eventually find her balance in these things.

“Oh my, it looks like you’ve got the hang of it rather well already. Looks like you won’t need to crawl to my car like I imagined, great, this will give us so much more time for other fun stuff. Now follow along slut, I’ll try to move slowly.” Bernice smirked as she grabbed onto the handle of Rose’s leash and lead the woman down and out of the house.

A long and nerve wrecking journey it turned out. Walking in these heels, despite her ballet courses remained rather gruesome and hard. She was in constant fear of falling flat on her face, something she couldn’t risk as it would certainly raise questions with her husband. At least Bernice really did go slow, but it was barely any solace with how she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Roses predicament. It was so hard that Rose was very relieved by the time they made it into the car despite the difficult day that still lay ahead of her.

Not giving Rose even a moment of reprieve Bernice hiked up her skirt revealing her soaked hairy pussy and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Alright maid, whenever you wear your sexy French maid uniform the only words I want to hear out of your mouth are oui Madame, no matter what I say or ask those are the only two words I want to hear from you or you’ll regret it. Now would you like to eat my pussy on the way over to my house?” Bernice asked with a huge smirk.

Rose looked shocked, she didn’t want to do such a thing, but she could see that Bernice was just waiting for her to slip up. Hanging her head she eventually replied in the only way she was permitted. “Oui Madame” she said softly, cringing as now had to speak a little French in tune with her overly sexualised French maid uniform in some twisted roleplay.

“I knew you couldn’t pass up such an offer you slut, you love eating pussy don’t you? You’re secretly a lesbian carpet muncher who dreams about nothing but eating pussy aren’t you?” Bernice asked, driving the taunting down, having too much fun with Rose’s predicament. She had a good laugh when the answer was once again “Oui Madame.”

“Then go ahead, lick my pussy slut, I want to have an orgasm before we reach my house though. If you haven’t gotten me off by then I’ll just go for another drive around the neighbourhood until I do cum.” Bernice ordered as she opened her legs just a little wider. With a sigh Rose knew what to do, leaning over to the driver’s side she rested her neck on Bernice’s thick thigh and worked her face in between the woman’s legs and started licking. The smell of Bernice’s arousal was strong and just as gross as it had always been to Rose. Despite how much pussy she had eaten already the smell, taste and texture weren’t getting any better.

With a satisfied moan Bernice drove off, she so loved getting roadhead and the fact that it was one of the most respected trophy wives in the neighbourhood between her legs only made it better. They passed two other women from the woman’s clique on the way to Bernice’s place, oh if only they knew where Rose was right now. She’d love to hear the rumours and gossip that would bring. As long as Rose kept her face buried between her legs however no one could see or know about it though.

It was something that Rose was very aware of as well. She had no choice but to keep her head down and hidden, it was the same reason why she had chosen to let Sally sit on her face instead of sitting on her lap yesterday and the reason why she was licking as if her life depended on it. The longer they were on the streets the more chance there was that someone would find out. Much to her horror she hadn’t managed to Make Bernice cum in time so they had gone for another round around the block.

Soon after they had left on their extra tour Bernice did cum, her juices gushing straight on Rose’s face, but she wasn’t planning on turning around. Instead she carried on with her little drive around the block, forcing Rose to keep her head between her legs for five more minutes, five minutes filled with worries about being discovered. A visible sigh of relief washed over Rose as they entered the cover of Bernice’s garage.

“Home sweet home slut, now hop out of the car.” Bernice commanded as she herself got out, walking over to the passenger’s side to grab Rose’s leash and lead her back in the house. In the hall Bernice unclipped Rose’s leash hanging it on a coat hanger as she beckoned her to follow along. Reluctantly and somewhat clumsy because of her insanely tall heels Rose followed.

When they entered the living room the other girl she had met yesterday was waiting for them wearing the exact same outfit as her, her makeup still intact where Rose was certain hers was smudged from eating Bernice’s pussy. Her legs shaking a little from staying up right in her own impossible heels. “Such a good girl slut one. You may follow to the kitchen. Slut one, Mistress is proud of you for managing to keep standing all this time. If you prefer you may crawl now.” Bernice spoke with a big smirk as Madison gratefully sunk to her knees, getting down on all fours.

Rose wondered what she would like more, to crawl or walk, she didn’t like being down on all fours, crawling around like some pet, but then again these heels were killing her to the point where she was actually hoping she would get to kneel some time soon.

“Alright slut two, you get to prepare my breakfast and serve me. Slut one, crawl under the table and start eating my pussy.” Bernice casually said as she took a seat, loving how both of her sluts were struggling with their heels while she was wearing her comfortable low heeled pumps, it would make them mindful of their position in this household.

Madison didn’t hesitate for a moment, quickly crawling under the table and in between her Mistress’s legs, instantly getting to work with her tongue on her way old owners hairy pussy. She licked with a passion despite how the girl looked relatively normal again and not as over aroused as she had been last night when Rose left. She wondered how that had come to be, not that it really mattered for her own predicament as she stumbled deeper into the kitchen.

Judging from Bernice’s moans this younger girl was doing a way better job eating pussy than she had. Then again, as Rose had felt herself during Bernice’s twisted games, this girl was amazing with her tongue. She on the other hand just followed Bernice’s instructions on what she wanted and how to prepare her breakfast. She felt like a real maid as she put her twisted neighbours plate in front of her before standing aside not really knowing what to do now. She was really starting to accept her role as a sub, always feeling awkward and insecure when she didn’t get specific orders, in a big part because Sally and now Bernice had micro managed her life so much and their punishments weren’t mild, she was simply scared of screwing up.

With her breakfast served Bernice gave another command right away. “Good slut two, now you may crawl under the table as well. You can take place right behind slut one and massage my feet. I want plenty of kissing sucking and tongue action on my left sole and a good rubbing of my right one. I’ll tell you when you can switch.” Bernice said with another moan as Madison’s tongue brought her to an orgasm.

Rose blushed realising how relieved she was to be on her knees instead of on those heels as she quickly obeyed Bernice’s command. She had no desire to get anywhere close to Bernice’s smelly feet again, especially not with her nose or mouth, but it was better than being under her ass at least. Getting into position Rose couldn’t help but be shocked at the perverseness of the scene she was confronted with under the table.

Madison’s head was buried deep in between Bernice’s thick thighs, only her ponytail and corseted back were pretty much visible from where Rose was sitting. Bernice’s legs dangled over the girl’s shoulders, her shoes had been kicked off of her feet and she was wiggling her stocking covered toes in her general direction. Feeling as if she couldn’t waste any more time or she would get punished Rose moved in right behind Madison’s back and started kneading Bernice’s right sole. She didn’t even have to search out the left as Bernice quickly searched out her face with her left sole, resting it there as Rose tried to get away with tender kisses and mouth breathing. The smell wasn’t as bad as yesterday, yet they still smelled like feet.

“I don’t hear you sniffing bitch, I want to hear you sniff loudly, I need to be able to hear it over my own moans and for gods sake put that tongue of yours to work on my soles. If I don’t feel your tongue you’ll regret it.” Bernice snapped immediately ending Rose’s half assed attempts. Wanting to appease Bernice Rose instantly started sniffing as loud as she could, trying her best to make it audible over Bernice’s moans and hopping it would be enough as it forced her to deeply draw in the scent of Bernice’s feet with every breath. She also pushed her tongue out past her lips, running it over Bernice’s nylon sole with every kiss.

Just like that Rose’s whole world was dominated by the taste smell and sight of Bernice’s feet, at least they were cleaner than yesterday, and it wasn’t under the horrid threat of hurting her nipples something fierce. Still she was deeply embarrassed at how she was going at Bernice’s feet like they were the best thing in the entire world.

“Mmm, much better slut, that’s how the privilege of worshipping a superior should be received, no half-assing, only utter devotion and eagerness is acceptable.” Bernice moaned away as she turned her attention to her breakfast plate, satisfied with the worship she was receiving from both sluts at her disposal.

Bernice clearly was in no hurry as she took her time eating breakfast, Rose and Madison’s predicament lasting over an hour. For Rose the only real difference was which foot was on her face and which one was getting massaged by her hands. For Madison however the only change in routine was when Bernice would have an orgasm and she ended up having multiple ones with the help of her tongue.

Eventually she had had enough though. “Alright slut two, you can put my shoes back on my feet then move your ass up and stand next to me. Slut one you may also stop, just suck my bush clean before you get up will you, then you can move to stand on my other side.” Bernice casually ordered. Rose was more than happy that it was finally over, but she knew full well that another shameful gross task would most likely follow. Instantly moving her head away from Bernice’s soles Rose slipped on the woman’s shoes and crawled out from under the table to join her at her left side.

Madison was having a harder predicament to deal with. She didn’t complain, she didn’t hesitate, but as she sucked on Bernice’s wiry greying pubic hairs she had a hard time suppressing her gags. It was so gross, the thick matt of hair basically served as a sponge which had soaked up a ton of her juices. She was more than happy when she taste mostly her own saliva after sucking on the hairs for more than a minute, she took it as a sign that she was done as she too crawled out from under the table and joined her Mistress on her right side.

“There we go girls. Now slut two you may clear the table and do the dishes, slut one you can dry them and put them away, you know where. I’ll be heading upstairs for a moment to get a little something something for another fun little game, I know you girls loved my games yesterday, didn’t you?” Bernice asked with a big smirk waiting until both Madison and Rose had said their obligatory “Oui Madame.”

“Great, so be nice to each other girls, no talking and I better see no trace of dishes left when I get back down here.” Bernice said giving her sluts with their smudged makeup and juice covered faces a last good look before disappearing out of view. Nervously Rose started gathering up the dishes while Madison ran the water. Both women were rather nervous about the kind of game Bernice was playing this time and probably even more about what would be at stake. Yesterday Bernice had managed to let both of them dislike the outcomes, win or lose. They feared this time would be no different, but first the dishes took priority.