Pam's Shemale Experience Ch. 09

It was Tuesday morning, the second day of the weeklong teacher's conference, and almost the entire room was paying close attention to the speaker, one Martin Greenman, forty-seven-year veteran of the classroom and expert in educational theory.

The only one not paying attention was Pam. She was in the front row, doing her best to listen and sit still. Next to her was Tanya, smiling subtly.

The previous day, the shemale had decreed before they had gotten dressed for the day that Pam was to wear a butt plug.

Today, she had added another decree.

Right after the housewife had inserted the butt plug, she had been handed a small, off-white oval, the design simple and understated.

"It goes in your pussy," was the response to her inquisitive look.

Moments after it had been inserted, Tanya had produced a small, similarly-colored remote. With the press of a button, the oval had begun to vibrate, making Pam gasp, the pulsations radiating quickly throughout her core.

Tanya had chuckled, and after a few moments, pressed another button that stopped the vibrations.

Downstairs, a little while later, during the first presentation, the vibrations had begun again. For the first few seconds, they had been so slight that she had thought she was imagining them. Quickly, however, they had increased, enough to lead her to shift in her seat, the butt plug moving slightly as a result, creating an unending cycle of sensations for her to deal with.

The strength of the pulsations decreased and increased at random moments. Sometimes, five minutes passed, with the vibrations low enough to tease, while other times, thirty seconds passed with them at a high point before receding to somewhere in between subtle and strong for a minute before lowering further. Every time she thought there might be a pattern emerging, she was rapidly proven wrong, by a sudden spike in strength, or by the opposite, the little oval ceasing to thrum for a few tense minutes, or by a quick sequence of the rate rising and falling in ten-second intervals. It was torture, a very public and yet very discreet sort. The housewife was forced to marshal all her willpower to keep herself from stealing furtive glances around her, to check if anyone might notice what she was going through. Her cheeks were flushed a light pink, hands gripping at the sides of her seat, body shifting occasionally, to any onlooker simply trying to find a comfortable position.

Despite, or more accurately because of, the public nature of this torture, Pam found herself highly aroused, even when the vibrations were paused. The shemale had not yet decreed that she could cum, and although Tanya was making sure that the vibrations were not at the stronger end of the spectrum for too long, there was plenty of pleasure, enough that it was a concern of Pam's that she might slip up and allow herself to reach orgasm. The occasional shudder ran down her figure, juices dripping into her panties, the butt plug shifting with every minute movement.

The torture continued, through the rest of the presentation and the following ones.

By lunchtime, Pam was desperate for deliverance, either for the shemale to stop the teasing entirely, or to allow at least just one orgasm.

But the housewife knew her place, and thus she would not voice that desire, as wonderful as its granting would be.

Lunch was just as torturous.

The people with her were ignorant to her plight, except of course for the architect of said plight, Tanya, who sat there, smirking knowingly, chatting with the others as if everything were normal.

It was only during the walk back to the hotel that someone noticed something was up with Pam.

Taking full advantage of the chance to up the agony quotient, Tanya had increased the strength down the block from the restaurant, and as they stopped now across the street from the hotel, waiting for the traffic light to switch, Pam bit her lip, the vibrations thrumming along, her knees trembling slightly from the effort of walking as normally as possible.

"Are you alright, Pam?" one of the others asked quietly. "You're sweating."

Scrambling to answer quickly, the vibrations slowly but surely decreasing, she nodded, waving away the concerned look on her fellow teacher's face. A light sheen of sweat had formed on her brow, but she had been vigilant in wiping it off before it could become obvious.

"Yes, I'm fine. The food didn't quite settle well is all."

Tanya spoke up from next to them.

"Maybe you should go lie down when we get back if you don't feel well."

Only Pam, who knew her better than any of the others gathered at the edge of the curb, could sense the amusement hiding behind that concerned expression.

"No, I'm alright, really. It'll pass."

"If you say so," her concerned peer said.

The group reached the hotel a few minutes later. There was still time left before the next speaker, but Pam headed for the conference room anyway. Tanya, however, headed towards the elevators down the hall.

"I'm going to pop upstairs for a bit," she purred, winking playfully. "Be back soon."

Pam nodded, the vibrations now ceasing entirely.

The others in their group slipped past them to return to the conference room.

She took a few steps that way, and then a sinister idea hit her.

The elevators were down the hall and around the corner. Tanya was presumably going upstairs to fuck Alex, so she would be gone for more than just a few minutes.

To Pam's left was the ladies' room.

None of the other teachers milling about just outside the conference room knew about either the butt plug or the vibrating oval.

I can just go into the bathroom and take them out...no one would think that I was doing anything other than using the facilities...Tanya would never know...I could take them out and put them in my purse or something...

That thought was followed by another, similar one.

And I could masturbate in there...it wouldn't take that much time...I'd cum quickly...Tanya would never know...

Pam walked towards the bathroom.

Her hand landed on the door, one second and a simple push away from letting her sneak into one of the stalls for some badly needed deliverance.

What am I thinking?

The mischievousness of the previous thoughts was quickly followed by guilt and a keen sense of disappointment aimed squarely at herself.

What am I thinking? I can't do this.

She had agreed to be Tanya's slut, Tanya's property, and thus had agreed to follow the rules and decrees set forth by the shemale.

Tanya never said that I could take it out, and she definitely hasn't said that I can cum. I would be disobeying her.

Her hand lingered for a few more seconds on the door.

I have to obey her. If I do this, it means I'm not hers, not truly. And I want to be hers.

Pam turned away from the bathroom and headed back into the conference room.

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The hotel room, for the moment, was quiet but for the television.

Pam, Tanya, and Alex were watching a movie from the hotel's selection of on-demand films. Although there had been a conference-sponsored outing to an actual movie theater earlier in the evening, the trio had elected to stay in and enjoy each other's company in a non-sexual manner, at least for a little while.

The butt plug and vibrating egg were on the bedside table, awaiting further usage. The shemale had allowed Pam to take and keep them both out until the morning. After a day of barely managing the swirling arousal that their combination had created, it was a relief to not worry about it.

The only one of the three women currently paying attention to the movie was the youngest. Alex was sitting cross-legged further down on the bed, eyes fixed on the screen, while Tanya was over at the desk, chair pushed back so she could put her feet up, phone in hand, texting away. Meanwhile, the eldest, Pam herself, was entertained by the movie, but was currently looking over the other two women and smiling at her luck, that she had met them and ended up in such a delightful, albeit unconventional relationship. Her marriage to John had not suffered from her dalliances with Tanya, even when the shemale showed her possessive streak. In fact, her lovemaking with her husband had only grown more passionate, and they had broadened their horizons thanks to the shemale introducing her to certain practices that the couple would then incorporate into their sex life. And having Alex as their lover-slash-babysitter-slash-surrogate-daughter was also wonderful, as the enthusiastic and vivacious young woman brought a lot of joy into their lives, even if their roles as her surrogate parents clashed somewhat with the fact that they had brought her into their bed many times.

Tanya looked up from her phone, as if sensing Pam's gaze, and grinned back.

The movie ended soon after.

The shemale wasted no time in restarting the debauchery that had become commonplace in their room.

As Pam watched from her spot at the headboard, Tanya sauntered over to the bed, the approach drawing Alex's attention, and clambered on. The young woman cooed in excitement, moving to meet her. Their mouths clashed, and as usual, the shemale took control, one hand landing on and squeezing at Alex's hip, the other taking her by the back of the head to keep her close. The kiss was wet and heated, their tongues tangling, the young woman moaning at the way that the shemale controlled the proceedings.

And then Tanya broke the kiss and shoved the young woman down onto her back. Alex squealed in surprise, and then squealed in excitement when she saw the shemale moving towards her. With a husky chuckle at how the young woman reacted to her approach, Tanya made her way up those curves, until she was again eye-to-eye with her new slut. Her hands reached out to hold Alex's down, and she again swooped down for a kiss, the weight of her frame keeping the younger woman pinned. The next squeal that the trapped girl loosed was muffled, but her arousal was evident from other signs, like the frantic bucking of her hips and the heaving of her chest with panted breaths.

Again, Tanya broke the kiss, this time letting her lips trail down that exposed neck, the young woman tilting her head submissively to grant unrestricted access to that swath of flesh. Pam bit her lip, watching as the shemale took time in nipping here and there, occasionally using teeth a bit more assertively in biting at a chosen spot. Her hand was already in her panties, but she was cautious with the masturbation, not wanting her pleasure to ratchet up too quickly.

The direction in which Alex had tilted her head meant that she was now looking at Pam. It took her a few moments to notice the older woman, but once she did, a grin broke out over her mouth, the features lighting up with that familiar vivacity. Tanya growled around a mouthful, the feel of those teeth scraping at her neck drawing a mewl from Alex, her eyes widening as she shuddered. The position she was in was familiar to Pam, who had felt those teeth numerous times, the shemale indulging in her ownership and marking her property in a more obvious way.

Although to the housewife, those moments were sacrosanct, the younger woman had still not internalized the fact that Tanya was the authority and that her desires, even if they were simply to lie there with her mouth around her slut's neck, were to be honored above all else. So, Alex began to wriggle restlessly, bucking her hips. The slight struggle only made the shemale more possessive, like a dog with a bone, her jaw clenching as she bit down harder. The noise that Alex made in response was somewhere between a lewd coo and a whimper of pain. Ignoring that noise, the shemale continued to indulge.

Alex's eyes again met Pam's, and the housewife smiled.

"You're hers now," she said, reaching out to stroke at the younger woman's hair, "she owns you, and you need to respect that."

The young woman nodded at those words, her struggles dying down, only the occasional shudder running over her.

After another minute, the shemale moved off Alex long enough to tear off the young woman's shirt, exposing the breasts underneath, quickly kissing and sucking at them. They were pale, creamy white, and abundantly full, boasting fat nipples that were now stiff and begging for attention. Of course, attention was not granted, as the shemale circled them, barely grazing the areola, ignoring the whines that came from the young woman when she noticed the neglect of her nipples. Pam, however, heard the desperation there, and could not help but feel sorry for her.

Patience is not her strong suit...

"She's taking her time," the housewife said, again stroking at Alex's hair, "it's her right."

The shemale continued to focus everywhere else across that bountiful bust except the nipples. Even when the mounds were left glistening with saliva, there was no attention paid there, that mouth traveling further down, only stopping so that Tanya could slide Alex's shorts and panties off, revealing her slick sex, the petals awash with nectar.

Here, there was no neglect nor a measured cataloguing of the available territory.

A lurid moan rang out in the room.

Tanya had simply leaned forward between those parted thighs, licking and lapping eagerly at the drenched folds, collecting the trickling juices. More moans followed, the shemale displaying a thirst for the cream that flowed forth from the pink slit, her tongue slathering all over in search for more of that sweet piquancy. There was plenty of pleasure to be had for the young woman, who was now able to writhe and wriggle freely, one hand gripping at the shemale's hair while the other held a fistful of the sheets.

It did not take long for Alex to reach climax, her back arching, her hips jutting forward, the shemale purring as she gorged on the sticky fluids.

The young woman sighed happily, the last vestiges of the orgasm washing over her. Between her legs, Tanya rose up into a kneeling position, and gestured to Pam.

"Take my place," she directed, moving off the bed to pad over to the desk.

The housewife obeyed quickly, taking a moment to get a good look at that familiar slit, before leaning down, running her tongue up the folds.

The taste of that pussy was very familiar to Pam. Even after all the times she had savored those juices, she was still happy to slurp them up. Alex squirmed energetically, her lower half sliding around on the bed, forcing Pam to grab her thighs to keep her in place. The entrance to that channel twitched from the attention. Pam pushed her tongue through, feeling those walls smothering her, pulling her deeper with their clasping embrace.

"That's good," Tanya said from the side of the bed, "keep eating her out."

Pam could not stop herself from masturbating, one hand back inside her panties, stroking along her sopping sex.

Besides providing exhilarating stimulation for the younger woman, another reward for eating out that delicious pussy was the view before her.

Where Pam was slender and fit, Alex was lush and curvy, her breasts heavy, round, soft, jiggling from the frantic rhythm of her gasps, the luxurious orbs capped with thick nipples, those pink nubs standing out proudly. Further up was her face, those youthful features, eyes bright with a sultry neediness, cheeks flushed pink, mouth outlining a nearly perfect o from the persistent sensations.

By now, the housewife had her tongue as deep as she could get it. More juices flowed out, most of the streams heading straight into her mouth, adding to the amount she had already swallowed, but some missing that mark to drip down her chin.

The push back to climax was swift, and Alex offered no resistance, crying out weakly as she orgasmed. The sight of her lover's peak might have driven Pam into her own, but she made sure to remove her hand from her panties.

Below that drenched pussy was the crinkled bud of Alex's asshole.

Pam used the grip she kept on those wide hips to guide the young woman over onto her belly. Her hands slid down then, to those ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal her target.

This was another familiar taste. Her tongue quickly pushed past the sphincter, exploring the area beyond, her efforts increasing in enthusiasm thanks to the muskiness there. Alex quickly began to grind herself back against that attention.

"Hey Pam," Tanya called over.

The housewife broke off from her treat and glanced over to the shemale. Tanya was holding her phone out towards the bed, the camera recording the salacious proceedings.

"Say hi to John."

"Hi John," she murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at the mention of his name and the thought of him watching them act so naughtily.

"You too, Alex. Say hi to John."

Alex giggled, blowing the camera a kiss.

"Hi John!"

With a gesture, Tanya directed the housewife to continue, and as Pam did, she focused on what the shemale was saying, narrating the scene for John's benefit.

"My two sluts are having some fun...your wife has her tongue crammed through Alex's asshole. Seems she can't get enough of it, as I'm sure you're aware. And Alex is loving it, as usual..."

"Mm-hmm," came the young woman's breathless agreement.

"Pam can't get enough of your ass," Tanya drawled, "and you can't get enough of this, can you?"

The bed shifted as the shemale climbed on.

"No, I can't..." the young woman answered.

That response was followed by a series of loud slurps, interspersed with more proclamations from the young woman.

"Mm, I can't get enough of you..."

"So good..."

"I love how you taste..."

"Mm, yes, I love that I get to suck your dick, mm..."

The warm walls twitched around Pam's tongue as it wriggled. One hand quickly shoved back inside her panties to stroke at her mound.

Both sluts had their mouths occupied. Tanya kept the camera recording the proceedings, narrating all along, describing the scene, how eagerly Alex sucked at her cock, how energetically she wriggled on the bed, how hungrily Pam ate out her asshole. The housewife was very aware of how loud the sounds of her anal administrations were, the slick smacks of her lips and wet slurps of her tongue. Her grip squeezed at Alex's backside, fingers digging in for maximum leverage.

"I got lucky finding two sluts like these," Tanya mused, "and I had thought I was good with the ones I already had."

The shemale had spoken of her other sluts before, and every time Pam found herself wondering when they would meet, already feeling an appreciation and affection for these similarly owned women.

Along with mentions of these other sluts would occasionally come mentions of other shemales that Tanya shared them with. Just like with her fellow sluts, Pam would wonder about these other shemales and what would happen when she finally met them.

Scenarios often abounded in her mind, of how the group of shemales might pass her around, taking turns with her like the piece of meat she was to them, sharing her like the mere possession she had become, ruthlessly tag-teaming her like the slut she now understood she truly was. Other scenarios had her serving Tanya alongside her fellow sluts, taking fresh loads of gooey seed on their upturned faces, joining forces in sucking obsequiously at her cock, preparing each other for a fierce fucking.

One day...

A long and lewd groan filled the room, drawing her attention back to Alex, who was busy orgasming, her pussy leaking with creamy rivers of nectar.

"Come here," Tanya called over to Pam, who dutifully pulled herself away from that delicious asshole.