Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... underage girl that Tess abused for months when Mom couldn’t pay for her drugs.

She was the reason I knew what bengay did to the more sensitive flesh of a woman and she was the reason I knew how to lick a pussy while getting spanked with a switch.

The fancier stuff I learned on my own after I finally managed to push her away. She had taken photos of me...lots of photos. I think she meant to sell them to child porn sites, but got scared at the last minute that someone would recognize me and therefore find her. I found the photos and sent them to my email and told her that I would go to the police if she ever touched me again.

And now I had to ask for her help. It had been three years. She couldn’t still be mad, right? Besides, I had money now and that is all she ever cared about really. I expected she would overcharge me, but I didn’t care about that. Tess never understood that money was irrelevant. It was a tool to be used to get the things you really wanted. It was not supposed to be the thing you really wanted.

My unease was compounded by Barb’s odd behavior this morning. When I told her I was going out to run some errands, she looked much too happy. Was she regretting getting involved with me? It sounds odd after the way we began, but I thought her darkness matched mine. We were two sides of the same coin. Protests and pain aside I thought she...liked me. There had been signs...disappointment when I left her alone...the way she melted into my arms after her ...

... session was over...I thought…

But now I am not so sure. What if I misread the situation? What if she was only waiting for the right moment to get away from me, to turn me in to the police? Did she feel about me the way I felt about...Tess?! The photos on my phone had a shelf life and the cameras and video rigs around the house and barn would convict me eventually should they ever come to light.

So I was not in the best mood to meet my old tormentor. I should turn around and try again some other day, but doing so would make me feel cowardly, small and weak like I was when Tess threw me against the wall and raped me with a broom handle for mouthing off to her.

I shook my head, tossing that memory and Barb’s strange behavior to the back of my mind. I had to be sharp for this meeting with Tess. I could not afford to have doubts clouding my perceptions. She was too clever for that. Too clever by half!

To anyone watching from the street it was a reunion of good friends, a happy surprise. I played along as Tess squealed and hugged me, pulling me into the house before dropping the act and stepping away.

“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously. “Come to get your revenge? Little tramp can’t take the memories anymore? I saw this Lifetime movie already. I don’t plan to see it again.”

“Please!” I sneered at her, “Do you really think you are so important? I can’t be bothered to get revenge on you. You just don’t matter that much. I am here on business.”

She sat down on ...