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Laura the librarian #1
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To casual observers, Laura was often mistaken for the
proverbial stereotyped librarian. Her mild mannered demeanor was
the classic accompaniment to her everyday appearance. She was
easy to overlook. Functional but unsightly eye glasses sat atop
her petite nose. Her light brown hair came straight down her
forehead and formed a perfectly tidy set of bangs across her
forehead. She appeared to be dressed deliberately conservative,
wearing a plain white blouse with a light pale skirt reaching
below her knees. Although the total image she projected was very
similar to that of a librarian, she was still strikingly
beautiful.
Throughout the dinner party, she had sat quietly to one
side, occasionally contributing a word or two to the
conversation, usually only speaking when directly spoken to,
remaining as unobtrusive as possible. Of the four, only Steve,
her husband, knew what the evening might hold for her. Alice and
Mark, of course, had no way of knowing about Steve's secret plan
for his wife and his guests, or that Steve had trained Laura to
be his total and willing sex slave and body servant. On the
other hand, Laura was equally unaware of his intentions, having
no clue that Steve was going to make this her public debut as a
group sex slave. If all went well, Steve thought, this could
very well be a night to remember.
After dinner, the foursome sat on the sofas around the fire,
chatting away. All through dinner, Steve had made sure that
Laura never ran out of wine, and by now, Laura was getting quite
fidgety with the special predicament that the extra wine had
caused. She waited obediently for the special signal from Steve
to allow her to excuse herself to the rest room, only it never
came! One bold announcement from Steve, and the evenings
festivities had begun.
"Alice, Mark", he pronounced, "I invited you here tonight
for a very special occasion." He stood and gestured to his wife.
"Tonight, Laura has something very special that she would like to
show you." Laura was aghast! She knew immediately what her
husband was up to and tried desperately to think of some way to
escape this terrible situation. Even as he spoke, she still
squirmed in her seat from the pressure on her bladder as she
realized that there was no way out of what was coming next.
"Laura", he ordered, "lay on the floor!"
The coffee table was quickly removed, and Laura was soon
laying on the rug between the two sofas. Alice and Mark at this
point were looking very uncomfortable with the situation, but at
the same time, visible signs of excitement were quite apparent on
both of them. Steve smiled to himself. He had guessed, and
correctly so, that they were the kind of couple that would take
advantage of what he was offering tonight. "If you want to
stop", he told them, "simply say so now." They looked at each
other for a long moment, then both shrugged.
"Let's see what Laura has to show us first", Steve answered
cautiously.
"OK! But before we begin, it looks to me as if Laura needs
to go to the bathroom. Go ahead, honey!" All eyes in the room
focused on Laura as she thought one last time about trying to
escape. She had never been so humiliated in all her life, but
she could see no alternative. Steve had trained her very well
with this purpose in mind. It had been his fantasy for some time
now to see her used and abused by others while he sat by and
watched. As for Laura, she knew only too well about the myriad
of punishments she would face if she were to displease her
husband. Finally, she acquiesced to the inevitable. Giving
herself the mental nod, she slowly released control of her
bladder.
Around the room, several "Oooohs!" and "Aaaahs!" were heard
as everyone sat on the edge of their chairs and watched with rapt
wonder as the first appearance of a wet spot became visible on
the crotch of her blue jeans. It quickly spread and grew,
running down her legs, down the sides of her legs and thighs, and
started to form a yellow puddle on the floor around her ass and
between her legs. Nobody took their eyes off of her.
A quick inquiry from Steve indicated that their guests would
love to see more, so Steve ordered Laura to the bedroom to
prepare herself for their pleasure. While they waited, Steve
refreshed the drinks and explained what he had in mind for the
rest of the evening. Alice and Mark listened enthusiastically,
and everyone agreed that it was a great plan. At last, Steve's
fantasies would come to fruition.
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