Slut and Daughter to a Spa

Slut and daughter to a spa

I was soaked and chuckled when I thought about how I thought that someday I would have fucked every man on earth, and even thought that then I would want to do them all again.  

My oldest daughter, age twenty-three, lived in Tustin, California, so when I had trips to L A, she and I usually got tipsy together. She once said, "Mom, I see how unhappy you have been all these years, so I am taking you to this spa where the masseurs will provide a happy ending either orally or physically. Let's see if it will prevent you from losing your stable life with a messy divorce. I can tell you are getting ready to explode, and that ain't going to be pretty if it finally happens."

She booked us, and we went. We got into an argument, and she left early. We were about forty miles from her home, so I thought she would cool off and return for the rest of the spa stay that night. She didn't return, and as I sat in the bar alone at age forty-nine, about a month from fifty, I decided to get drunk and then find a way to become a slut for the night since I was alone and didn't know a soul that was at this beach spa.

I staggered back to my room and put on the micro bikini that my impotent husband bought on some pipe dream of ever seeing me wear it in public.

My apron stomach hung over my C-Section scar and the pubic hair above my clit. The bottom of the bikini was sheer yellow, and the top matched with the smallest triangles, not big enough to cover my nipples, and looked like a streak of yellow paint painted on me.  

I threw on a beach cover-up with yellow flowers and red Chile peppers painted on a sheer fabric. The flowers covered my nipples, and a Chile pepper seemed to be strategically placed just above my clitoris. The red pepper was like a beacon drawing attention to itself, and the gash of my vagina that was a white that had never seen the touch of a sunbeam.

Drunk, I walked the path from my cabana room to the pool, passing three women on the way. The third was probably one hundred seventy years old from the amount of wrinkled, loose skin she had wiggling as she approached. Her eyes never left the search of my crotch, and as she passed me, she quickly glanced at my face and smiled.  

I said, "Good evening."

She said, "Yeah, Momma, it will be, very soon, from your look. I remember when I was that brave."

Turning, she stopped and said, "Get over the wishing for shit, girl. We are both here on vacation, where the only person who cares is the hotel accountant, and she doesn't eat pussy, so I have to pay the full rack rate." 

She continued, "I travel nearly seventy percent of the time, so being here is lucky because this is the only place I travel where the help is encouraged to fuck, play, and blow, or be sucked and eaten. I have been with thirteen of the staff, the husband of the owner, and the security officer."

"The hotel owner wants me to provide men for her use or abuse from those I meet at the airport. She uses them to keep her bed warm and to eat lunch. She can exist on come, alone, as she found out when she's gone hunting up the local rivers and in the jungles."

My attire did the job, as the old woman looked at me and said. "Well, Missy, if you escort me, I will get dressed and join you. I sense you are looking to get Marined tonight."

"Marined?"

"Yes, it is what I call getting my garden watered, and the dirt turned over as a cock stirs me from the inside. Marined."

"Marined it will be then," I replied.

"Well, young lady, if you will follow me, I will share some Ecstasy. It always helps those young guys perform insatiably, and it helps me enjoy sex in ways I can't get enough of. When these Marines combine that and Viagra or Cialis, they become fucking and eating machines, dripping come.  

Testosterone in their aromatic sweat drips all over me as they fuck me in eighty different positions and all of my holes. I am usually five pounds lighter after a weekend here. The inside of my thighs will be bruised from my hips to my knees. And, I swallow, so the come mess is usually all over my face, head, and tits; I prefer to see the come blowing out of a cock to sucking it out of an orifice."

"When I can, I prefer to get a new Marine to come to my cabana. When I challenge them, they can be convinced that Marines can ALWAYS get it up, and often they are good for five or six rounds of activity before begging me to untie and release them."

"Oh yeah, let me show you another thing before we leave."

She opened what appeared to be the entry closet door, where suitcases and umbrellas usually live, but when she moved the clothes rod, the back wall swung away, revealing a basement entry.  

She stepped aside, and I stepped down the stairway. At the center landing, she turned on a light, and I was confronted with a full dungeon.  

I felt it first, and then she said, "I have a stun gun against your back. If you do not do as I say, I will knock you out and do it myself, which makes me vengeful. I am now your Dom, and you are in training to be my sub."

"Every command I give can result in grievous bodily pain if allowed to be unaddressed, so when I tell you something, react immediately to prevent pain following your slow reaction."

"Your first command is to place this collar around your neck until it clicks."

I grabbed the metal collar and quickly heard a snap that she said would happen if the collar was latched.

She handed me a leash, a remote bullet vibrator, then smeared a finger directly from her vagina onto my cheek and across my nostrils. It was then impossible to breathe or not smell her sourish vagina's odors.  

She walked me over to a large, tilted wheel and said, "You will get on the wheel and attach four chains to your body. I hurried and was snugged up within three minutes.

She asked, "Do you like pain?"

"A little."

"How do you use pain?

"I pinch my nipples and pull and twist until they slip from my fingers."

"Do you do anything else?"

"Well, I don't use the bristles of my hairbrush on my clitoris anymore."

"Why did you stop?"

"I caused an open sore, and I scared myself."

"But you enjoyed the pain?"

"Oh yeah, I did. I miss it and must discipline myself to avoid it again."

"Well, I am your lucky find. I love to abuse young women. It is your turn for my training if you are interested."

"Now, pay attention because this is where you need to answer my command or question without any hesitation. Are you ready to be in training to be my sub?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh, good. For your information, I would have abused you if you had said the dreaded word, no."

"So, let's go get 'Marined' and find us WAMs for some snacking." 

She unchained me, and I noticed the wetness in my crotch when I stood up and realized I was looking forward to the pain she mentioned.

The spa was upscale, and the clientele were affluent beach community residents, world travelers from all around the globe, and the Officer Corps of the Navy and Marines from the El Toro Marine Helicopter Base.  

So the bar generally had a supply of young Navy and Marine pilots during the Southern California 'Happy Hours' when the bar would fill up for two or three hours of fast drinking to get the happy hour price and the resultant quick buzz.

The two women in their Wicked Weazle bikinis sat at the poolside bar and were immediately seemingly claimed by the two women they sat between.  

Their goal had been either a man or a woman Marine, or maybe a mix, maybe one or two, but they were not expecting to be chosen by their victims. But when the game shifts, so do the players, and the four of them sit at the swim-up bar and drink until they are sloppy drunk. The bartender suggested he call the grounds security to drive them to their rooms.

They wound up in Karen's bed, all the lights, curtains, and cameras on, and the two women oblivious except in their joy, fulfilled lust, and sloppy oral mutual orgasms. The two other women were not a couple but two women on a date looking for two women to form a foursome.

The night was a series of sexual connections, with one, two, three, and even all four performing specifically for the cameras. The four mostly liked the circular oral sex while on hands and knees, although the pleasure was always amplified when the group was three-on-one. The recipient was overwhelmed every time.

The two other women and our two all slept like puppies until one had to pee, and they all stirred again about dawn when they went down to the hot tub and had Bloody Marys.  

The staff brought them Eggs Benedict, orange juice with vodka shots, English Muffins, and Marmalade.

Goodbyes and hugs. An exchange of contact information revealed that the older lady had purchased a lease on her cabana and lived there. They all agreed to return soon and rerun the night in her dungeon.

I wondered about my daughter. Would I stay at her house or book my next trip to stay at the spa? Hm...

Or,

Maybe I could move to the spa and advertise my goal to fuck every woman in the world.