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Here's another chapter of Cowgirl's Undercover Humiliation.
Yippykiiyeeaa! I'll finish posting the rest next week.
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Undercover Humiliation 5 By cowgirl
Suzanne Green knew about Bernice Vallens.
Strange rumors; something about 'web cams' in her office. Suzanne
couldn't believe it, or wouldn't. But the truth was, Bernice, or
Bunny as she now liked to be called, spent hours on end
suspiciously locked in her office with her secretary Tyler.
Suzanne was curious. Bernice used to chair the 'Republican Women
in Business' conference with Suzanne, and was once active in
National Organization For Women, and other such organizations.
Even though Bernice and Suzanne were competitive and bitter
rivals at work, the head of personnel's conduct raised her
eyebrow.
Let alone bringing in this Jen woman and that snippy little Katie
girl in, under the pretense of 'consulting'. Suzanne was
surprised Jessica went along with it. All this was percolating in
the older executives mind when her secretary April chirped in.
"Mrs. Green, Tyler took me to lunch the other day, and guess
what? She told me all sorts of *interesting* stuff got out of
Bunny, and that new boss, Jennifer!"
"April, her name is Miss Vallens, and we both have better things
to do that speculate in idol gossip, don't we? "
"Oh, sorry Mrs. Green. You're right. Want that warmed up?" She
asked, pointing to Suzanne's coffee."
"Sure" Suzanne smiled, as April walked off to the coffee pot and
the older woman couldn't help but take in her slender strong
figure. Despite all those hours at the Gym, Suzanne still would
kill for her slim sexy little figure! She also had to admit,
Suzanne's curiosity over what Bunny might be blabbing to Tyler
had hooked her.
The female executive was still trying to figure out some
diplomatic way to ease her cute little Mrs. Peterson back into
the subject without betraying her own lurid curiosity and losing
face, when April placed the warm cup on her desk.
"Sure you don't wanna know? You'll never believe what that new
lady Miss Corbitt and Bunny did, Oops- I mean, 'Mrs. Vallens'.
"Some of the gossip's of it's even about....you." April winked
with a warped little smirk.
"About me?" I blinked stupidly.
"Yeah. It's pretty juicy, but I thought you should know. Promise
you won't get pissed at me, or tattle I told you about it?"
"No, but if this is more Web Cam lies, I'm afraid I have no
patience with -"
"Nope. This is better..."
"Okay, but only because I'm somewhat worried about Mrs. Vallens,
and what a vulnerable position she may be placing herself in. But
after this, back to work...?"
"Yes ma'am. So, Tyler confessed how she made Bunny tell her about
last week when Miss Corbitt's her assistant Katie came over to
her house..."
"Wait a minute, why are a couple of 'consultants' visiting
Bernice's house about matters pertaining to the office?"
"Don't ask me. Anyway, Bunny told her Miss Corbitts' some weird
kind of lesbian. She said Miss Corbitt started rubbing against
her, lost control and how she started 'groping' and 'feeling
Bunny up', right in front of her own secretary Katie. Isn't too
that weird?"
"April, your kidding."
"I swear to god."
There was a silence in the room.
Silence and breathing.
"She also said that Miss Corbitt got carried away and,
well...*put* things inside of Bunny. Stuff around Bunny's house.
Carrots I believe something like that. Tyler got Bunny to tell
her all about it."
" ...Jesus."
"Yup. But Bunny said how you probably wouldn't be too shocked,
since you go a little *that way* yourself."
"Excuse me?"
"Tyler said Bunny told her you're....sorta some kinda......"
"What April? Spit it out."
" a...bisexual?" April said weakly.
"Bunny *said* that?"
"Tyler says she did. She said Mrs. Vallens had collected all
sorts of info over the years, background profiles on employees,
and that you'd had an affair with your last secretary, and fired
her when she..."
"...dumped you." April whispered.
"April, this conversation is over." Suzanne managed, as she
quietly got up and held the door open for her secretary. April
Peterson looked white as a sheet, then mousily stepped from her
boss' office nearly in tears.
Suzanne closed the door to her office, her face burning with
white hot fury. Her hands were shaking as she picked up the phone
to scream at Bernice Vallens, and then hung it up.
Then she picked up again, seconds from giving her resignation to
her boss Jessica Price, whom April and Tyler knew had read such a
humiliating profile, but then paused, and also hung up.
Then Suzanne decided to call her lawyer to sue for invasion of
privacy, before her mind flashed on another living soul knowing
this, let alone husband, kids, family, the public, then also hung
up, and burts into tears!!!
The once proud business woman, feminist and republican, had never
known such embarrassment, heated angry feelings of passionate
arousal before.
Arousal? Arousal??? Why was she aroused? The pure humiliating of
the chance any of this might creep out and become public was
making my bile rise in her throat, so why was her panties soaked
at the very thought? What in god's name was the matter with her?
"Jesus Suzanne, get a hold of yourself!" she fumed as she stormed
off to the Gym after work, not speaking to April the rest of the
day.
_____
Suzanne tried to push this all from her mind went to the Gym
downstairs after work and went into it's changing rooms.
The middle aged business executive was exhausted from her
workout, and despite all the harder firm bodies of girls and
women half her age and now even own secretary April, who's she
was mortified to see working out as well. She wasn't surprised
April didn't make eye contact, considering how she'd blundered
today by repeating harmful gossip.
But noticed something puzzling. April had this weird little smirk
her boss didn't like. Not one bit. It was a smug look, as if the
younger woman felt cheeky now that they were out of the office,
as if this was April's turf, and not Suzanne's.
Like all woman, the business woman had always a little self
conscious about her body. Although a far cry from being
'overweight', a few unsightly pound *had* crept up on her. Mostly
in her thighs and bottom, but she was seeing progress, even
though it has only been a week.
She secretly admired reflection in the bathroom mirror, when she
heard a voice behind her.
"Wow Miss Green, you're really coming along!" April smirked.
Suzanne could feel the sarcasm dripping.
"uh...thaaks April."
"Mrs. Peterson, outside the office please?" April snippily
corrected.
"Sorry, Mrs. Peterson." Suzanne replied, her face red.
"You're still got a few spots to work on, don't you?" April said,
appraising her boss as she toweled herself off, swaying her pert
breasts and sensuous bottom temptingly close to the older sagging
business woman.
Suzanne shuddered in embarrassment April had caught her vainly
admiring herself, compared to the obviously fantastic looking
younger woman, and also cringed over what April must be thinking
about her. Sure, she had made a mistake with her last secretary.
This didn't make her a lesbian though. She was married after all.
Suzanne had to clear the air, to explain, and even though she
felt vulnerable right now, tomorrow in her business suit, she'd
find it even harder.
"Listen, April...Mrs. Peterson. About today..."
"It's okay Miss Green. Your personal life is none of my beeswax
right? Besides not at the Gym. Don't mix business and personal,
right saggy tits? Isn't that what you always say? After all, we
don't want you 'falling for me' now, right fatso?" April laughed
as she snapper her towel at me with a LOUD snap.
"Owwww!!!" I jumped as she smirked and walked past me.
Why that little - Suzane craned her neck and saw a stinging red
mark across her own bottom.
Before she could say anything in rebuttal, the girl was gone,
leaving Suzanne alone, tean tears and more sexually frustrated
than she'd been in months.
That night, Suzanne Green, four times winner of N.O.W.'s Business
woman of the year award and noted feminist and scholar for
sexuality for women in theory, lay in bed as her limed dicked
hubby tried to make love. He became 'soft' half way through when
she made eye contact, which always threatened him. She despised
him when he sheepishly apologized and pulled out, the way these
things typical ended Suzanne really want him to make love tonight
too, partly to prove that report wrong, to prove she was strait,
and also because she was so damned horny! after the names her
secretary had called her in the Gym!!!
He didn't offer to take care of her, and she wasn't about to ask
out of pride, so he turned over and quietly weeped like a pussy
and Suzanne waited he stopped and eventually fell alseep. She
then quietly did what she always did after this, took her
revenge, humming the words to the Helen Ready song 'I am woman',
her mom had taught her as a girl and secretly and furiously
masturbated in bed, thinking proud thoughts of herself.
Except the disturbing image, of Jennifer Corbitt fucking Bunny
Vallens with a carrot, and her boss Jessica possibly faring her,
or April knowing all her nasty little secrets now, let alone how
she'd reddening her naughty little hiny in the Gym. These all
kept popping into her mind, against her will as her fingers
worked away, and undermined and mocked the proud feminist song
she tried to sing in her mind.
__________________________
Suzanne had insisted April sit in her office and tell her
EVERYTHING this time. She could no longer afford pretences and
need to know what might leek out. Nothing was said of the Gym
conversation by either woman.
Miss Green, I don't wanna lose my job..." April said.
"Nobody going to fire you April, but I need to know..."
"But you'll get angry again.." April whined.
"I'll be get more angry if you keep sitting there and DON'T Tell
me. What else?" Suzanne grimaced.
"Well, Bunny and Tyler laugh about how you married a wimp. a guy
who's mostly like a girl. He's all thin and stuff. Bunny said you
probably wouldn't marry anybody unless they made less than you."
"What do you think April?"
"I don't know. Hey, what that coffee warmed up?" She tried.
"Do you think I'm a lesbian, or that my husband's a wimp"
"I don't really know Miss Green. I'm just your secretary..."
"Oh some on now, you're not even a little curious?" Suzanne
insisted.
April ignored the question and kept on through her tears.
"Tyler said report mentioned something about how...you were 'a
ball busting business woman at work, but your office romance with
that secretary showed you were most likely not a true lesbian. It
said you had conflicted feelings about your lesbian feelings, and
were more likely a 'latent lesbian' or Bisexual, who secretly
lusted after younger prettier women, and particularly become
aroused when they sexually humiliate you.
"okay. ...is that all then...?" Suzanne managed, seconds from
blowing up in either anger or spontaneous orgasm.
"It said you lust after straight girls who don't give a shit
about you, and particularly ones who are kinda 'butch' and tomboy
like. It said you become aroused when they take charge of you the
way your limped dicked hubby won't in bed.
"How the fuck would a company profile know what I do in BED, huh
April? HUH??? ANWSER ME!!!!!!
"April, your fired!!!" The words came tumbling from Suzanne's
mouth before she could stop herself.
April bolted from the office before her boss could stop her.
Shit.Shit. Shit!!!!
Suzanne had not only blown it, she'd let her own mixed feelings
and rage snap back at the poor confused girl too. This, Susanne's
anger, humiliation, embarrassment, wasn't her secretaries fault.
Suzanne should be funneling her anger at Bunny and that bitch
Tyler! Actually, she felt herself feeling a rush of love and pity
for April Peterson, who was clearly attracted to Suzanne, but
wasn't able to express it when we were in private any more than
she was.
This was puzzling, since Both Suzanne and April were happily
married, right? Why had she felt such sparks, such fire works
when her secretary had playfully snapped that towel at Suzanne
like that, if there wasn't something *really* happening there!
The older executive decided to tell her April wasn't fired and
apologize tomorrow, then to propose we go out and 'talk' about
our relationship. However, April being fired freed up a conflict
of interest, though since she knew in her heart of hearts neither
she more April would leave their husbands, perhaps this would
just be an affair and nothing more...
Suzanne was at a lose to understand it, any of it.
That night, Suzanne told her husband and kids off, probably more
out of sexual frustration than anything else, but it felt good to
kick someone else back! She let her husband to the dished, and
she felt a wicked desire to 'punish' him for not having the guts
her tough little secretary April had. She'd actually do as her
boss asked and confessed all those details to her own boss's
face. Her husband wasn't half the man April was!
That night, Suzanne insisted her husband preformed oral sex on
her, which he did much to his own humiliation. She whispered in
her own mind derogatory things she'd like him to call her,
knowing he never would. Fat. cow. Udders. She felt like a fat cow
while in the Gym. She liked this image, somehow, and mulled over
the Idea of a successful business woman like herself making
limped dicked hubby suck her off. In Suzanne's mind, it was *her*
sucking someone else one off, not him. And during her climax, she
made him the mistake of crying out the words:
April.
He cried for hours over that, and it was then that he realized
their marriage was over, even if they did stay together.
Suzanne laid in bed next to the wimp who she'd just humiliated
herself in front of, and silently masturbated to each and every
one of her hubby's sweet martyrs tears.
And silently mouthed the words to: 'I am woman'. again
_______________________
Early next morning Suzanne had to pee, but decided to wait until
she got to the Gym. Once there, the nervous business woman had
the Gym all to herself and decided to Ignore the whole "April"
situation and just avoid April all together. She was relieved to
find herself alone while she exited quickly and nervously.
Once at the Gym, Suzanne for got all about her full bladder,
though the impatient antsy feeling there *was* something she'd
forgot did nag at her and make her feel on edge and strangely
anticipating, though still fearful of, another April encounter.
Suzanne snuck back to the gyms changing rooms which seemed pretty
empty this early in the morning. The middle aged mother of two
was a little less sore after her workout and could almost imagine
that nice warm bath rewarding for outwitting that snippy little
April after all. Suzanne just then felt a fullness in her bladder
and remembered what she'd put off, the need to go returning. But
before she did, Suzanne stopped before her reflection. Though she
wasn't vain, but she couldn't resist catching a glimpse of
herself in the changing room's mirrors once again, noting the
difference her exercise had made from yesterday! It sounded
silly, but she was sure she'd shed three pounds, at least, just
from this morning! She became impatient; once again her warm
bladder crying out- but Suzanne couldn't stop looking at her
butt. Okay, maybe two pounds? She was sure of it. Smiling she
twirled to one side, then the other grinning proudly.
But Suzanne's face dropped a bit when she spotted some the return
of three ugly little pimples on her back thigh, signs of a slight
skin rash that came with the summer her doctor warned about! It
was nothing serious her comforted her, but was just yet *another*
annoying sign of her need to lose weight!!! Suzanne frowned at
the impending possibly skin rash. Although still quite far from
being being the "cow" April taunted, the few extra pounds she had
put on were only made worse by the parts of her body that rubbed
together and became irritated to the point of encouraging a nasty
rash, unfortunately.
Suddenly Suzanne couldn't wait any longer, realizing she'd put it
off all morning, and turned to head for the bathroom at the end
of the changing room.
"Well, looks somebody's quite taken with themselves, huh? April's
voice suddenly spoke, shooting through Suzanne like Ice water as
she stood bottled to the spot. Suzannefelt the younger girl
standing right behind her suddenly raising her voice even
higher.
" Ohmygod! That's disgusting - is that a rash? That's totally
gross." April mocked, now stepping back for the mortified
Suzanne, who's knees became weak at very mocking tone of April's
shrill words.
" Turn around..." April demanded, and for some reason,
Suzannedid. The shock of April's verbal assault was only
compounding Suzanne's need to pee. She wished April would just
hurry up and finish her off so she could race into the bathroom
before she bursts.
But Suzannewas flooded by a warm cozy feeling at April touch, as
the pretty girl's soft warm fingers gently reached out and traced
the older woman shoulder, slightly and gracefully guiding her
spin around, letting April could get a good view of her. Suzanne
felt an odd sense of absurd closeness suddenly to this cruel
girl she didn't even like, as she seemed to betray some possible
concern in her touch, despite her nakedly cruel comments before.
Suzannewanted to cry she had to pee so badly now, but being paid
attention by this judgmental woman young enough to be her own
daughter, somehow also reminded Suzanne of how her own mother
shamed her into standing still when she came in the house messy
or dirty and needed cleaning. Suzanne closed her eyes in
anticipation under the younger woman's watchful inspecting gaze.
" Well...you'd better get that looked at Miss Milk Farm, hadn't
you?" April broke the silence but sounding somewhat sincerely
concerned. Suzannewinced at the "Milk Farm" crack, but was light
headed that this could all turn around and maybe she and April
could some day even become good friends, bond even, over her skin
condition. A scene where she'd allow April to lecture her on how
to better take care of herself could start their relationship on
a new foot maybe! And time and crawling under the snotty girl's
wing a little could get get her to could stop those knife little
digs about her weight...
"Hadn't you? Better Get that looked at? " April repeated in
irritation as she poked Suzanne's waste with her finger for a
response. It wasn't a friendly poke, and Suzanneknew she'd be
dreaming about it all night.
"Yes..And thanks. But, I'll be okay. I've seen a doctor. it's no
big deal. It just flares up when I certain parts of me....sweat
during the summer, when it's hot. And mostly from...well....." I
said my voice trailing off as I fought like mad to keep from
having an accident right there before her. .
"...from being a fatty, huh?" though Suzannecouldn't see her
face, she could feel April smirking triumphantly behind her.
Suzannewasn't sure what to say. She was too embarrassed to agree,
even if it was true. She was just furious with herself for just
standing here like a passive little Idiot and further disgracing
herself by not even verbally responding to this radiant blonde
girl's cold words.
" You're a pretty repulsive and unsightly critter, aintch'ya?
Did I tell you you had my permission to stand around in the
changing room and admire at your own ugly butt? I don't remember
giving my little Miss Milk Farm any such right." April said, her
hands on her hips, eyes flirtatiously boring into me.
"Please, April, I have to...".
Suzanne was now desperately shifting from one foot to the other,
pressing her thighs together.
"You have to what, cow tits?"
"I...I have to pee...please..."
"So pee, then. Do you need an engraved invitation?"
Suzanne started to take a step past April, but the younger girl
pushed her back against the wall.
"Where are you going, cow?"
Confused, Suzanne ventured, "...t-to the bathroom?"
"No, no, milk bucket, just pee right here."
"No...April...I can't...please let me--"
She was rudely interrupted by a slap across her face.
"Piss right here, cow! And moo nice and loud while you are doing
it!"
April slapped her again, and roughly pulled down Suzanne's sweat
pants and panties.
"Piss..."
Slap.
"Now!"
Slap.
"Piss..."
Slap.
"Now."
Slap.
Shaking violently, but unable to speak or hold her pee any
longer, Suzanne leaned back against the wall, squeezed her eyes
shut and let her pee trickle out. Burning with shame.
Slap.
"Didn't I tell you to moo?"
Slap.
Suzanne let out a long, throaty moo as her pee turned from a
trickle to a stream. And as she pissed and mooed, she shook in
orgasm.
April slipped out of her little thong panties, and held them in
the fast stream of hot piss, then put them over Suzanne's head,
and wiped her hands on the front of the older woman'ssweatshirt.
" Well, if you don't want major shit from me next time I catch
you sashaying your fat old' rashy butt in here, you'd better meet
me here tomorrow in these... " The cruel woman said as she
wiggled out of her panties, leaving them in a bunch at her feet
before Suzanne's bewildered eyes.
"And you better not wash them. Moooooooo!"
April didn't wait for an answer as she stepped away from the
panties on the floor, leaving the desperate and flummoxed older
woman standing there seconds from urinating herself, waiting "at
attention" until April left. April hadn't said she had to wait,
but Suzanne didn't think it reflect well to race off before
April's dramatic little exit line. The second she saw April
disappear, Suzanne went scrambling for the toilet, feeling the
warm hot gush of her bladder just in time.
Suzanne sat on the toilet in a daze for several minutes afterward
her little pee, now feeling humiliated, stupid and most of all,
angry. She let a wave of tears wash their way across her face
while she wiped herself and got off the toilet, still furious at
that little bitch for playing with her affections like this. Was
she imagining any affection from April, or was April playing some
soft of little game? She hated the girl for the whole situation,
but mostly, she hated....
Herself.
For what she stuffed into her purse before she left,
************
Next Morning Suzanne walked into the Gym first thing in the
morning. She went to the changing room bathroom and relieved
herself first thing, remembering her near accident yesterday! But
Soon time passed, and Suzanne wondered what she was doing here?
She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and wondered
why April had asked her to wear her panties? They were obviously
way too small, and looked almost comical on her. She fingered the
waste band, but they were wedged into her tight!
Suzanne told herself that the only reason she showed up wearing
the girl's dirty smelly panties was because it would impress
April or raise Suzanne's status in her eyes be following orders.
She had fantasies all night, blurry and passionate dreams of her
mother and April's approval desperately mixed together and
showering down on Suzanne in waved of heat and shame. She felt
that there was an ocean of approval and affection waiting
somewhere behind all that condescension in this surly girl!
Suzanne made another trip around the Gym, doing anything but
exercising. She drunk her fourth glass of fruit punch and
returned to the bathroom to study April's panties and think about
their relationship.
Once again in private, Suzanne bit her lip and rubbed her fingers
into the young girl's panties she wore, bringing her fingers to
her nose and breathing in blissfully. She knew it seemed
unlikely, but her intuition was *sure* April was,
well,....*flirting* with her, in a way. A woman doesn't offer
her panties to another woman without it leading to some form of
intimacy, right? Suzanne got a sandwich at a machine as it was
now lunch, still no sign of her. As Suzanne drank another soda,
she considered April's cracks about her weight in a new light.
Was she, teasing? Affection disguised as abuse? April and she had
a definite connection she decided. The girl was just a
little....defensive and detached about showing her interest,
Suzanne smiled. Suzanne had never entertained lesbian feelings in
the past, but her connection with April seemed too strong to
classify as lesbian or even sexually intimate. She wasn't even
sure April liked her, but Suzanne needed, wanted, longed, to see
her again.
Suzanne waited all day for April, who never showed.
BY Six PM Suzanne felt particularly stupid and uncomfortable as
April's panties were now cutting into her butt and pubis tightly
and were starting to hurt. But Suzanne feared taking them off and
possibly offending April, who she hoped would be smitten by
Suzanne obedience for doing as the April asked. But apparently it
had been all some big joke to the younger woman, and Suzanne
couldn't hide her bruised pride, feeling a like a girl stood up
at the prom, , as silly as it sounds!
She'd been here from six in the morning in these damned
underwear, killing time at the Gym like a fool, and now it was
almost Seven. Even her wimp of a hubby eventually expected some
fort of dinner! Suzanne's patience was totally gone and she fumed
unapologetically in her own mind at the snippy little priss,
April. Suzanne decided to just go home, gathered her bag of
clothes and was headed for the door when she realized, yet again,
she had a full bladder.
As Suzanne turned for the bathroom door, and froze when she saw
April come waltzing in.
The younger girl seemed unconcerned and didn't even the least bit
guilty as Suzanne fumed inside her anger smoldering. Suzanne
didn't want to see April right now as she couldn't control her
temper, let alone her bladder!
" Well, Don't tell me you've been here all this time?" April
smirked, and Suzanne couldn't resist making her first bold reply
back, such was her anger:
" Think I'm stupid? I just got here!" Suzanne tried casualy.
Just then the assistant manager Monica walked in. "Hey Suzanne,
you still here? I'm locking up. But no rush - you two can just
close it on your way out, the back door self- locks. good, night.
"she chirped, leaving a humiliated Suzanne and a cocky looking
April alone.
" Well? " April asked, arms folded.
" Well what?" Suzanne said starring to associate the younger
pretty bitchy girl with the need to pee, trying yet again to
ignore the fullness inside her.
" Well, have we been a naughty little cow? Or did you do as I
asked?" April asked with a raised eyebrow.
If Suzanne's patience hadn't come to an end, she might have
laughed at the bizarre surreal question, but she was still
pissed, and about to burst.
"April, where the hell *were* you? You asked me to be here,
remember?" Suzanne blurted out before she could think straight.
" Oh, did Momma's little fatty miss me? " April taunted stepping
closer to Suzanne, who stepped back.
" Shut up. Stop calling me names." Suzanne said, hating how
childish she sounded.
Suzanne ran out of room taking steps backwards and bumped the
wall. She had to us all her concentration to keep from losing her
bladder right there, but April crowded right up to her, face to
face. Suzanne had fantasized about this moment all day - but not
like this. She was exhausted, angry and close to pissing in her
own sweats, right before the girl.
Suzanne tried to break away, but April grabbed her shoulders.
" What's the matter?" she asked.
" I...I just...nothing." Suzanne stammered. April smirked at the
older woman.
" Oh, god. Your wearing them, aren't you?" April giggled, a light
going off in her head, reasoning this was the cause of the older
woman's discomfort.
April suddenly yanked Suzanne's sweats down around her ankles,
leaving Suzanne standing there with her sweats around her ankles,
as the older woman embarrassed herself by trying to arch her hips
proudly at April to display her little panty prize -
April's panties insipidly stretched across Suzanne's wide butt,
her little pubis hairs peeking from the panties tops since they
were so poor in covering the Suzanne shamefully wide hips.
"Yes. I did as you asked. " Suzanne tearfully said, panicking at
feeling a little trickle from somewhere inside.
" Jesus - What a FREAK!!! I didn't think you'd actually fucking
DO it! What a total dip shit you are lady! " April hysterically
giggled in fits and snorts.
" April, you told me too....you said too...." Suzanne stammered
pathetically.
" If I told you to clean them with your tongue would you be
stupid enough to do that too?" April cried, not really expecting
an answer in mocking disbelief. "Boy , wait till *this* gets
around the Gym. My stupid little utter girl actually shoved
herself into a size eight! Too fucking much!"
"April, don't...I....I love you." Suzanne whispered quietly.
" Of course Sweetie! Why else would Momma's little Moo cow parade
around in my fucking smelly panties all day ? Cause she's a
pathetic fucked up tub of lard, right Dairy Girl?"
The young 18 year old blonde just finished packing her stuff into
her bag and acted like her insults were gold trinkets Suzanne
should be scurrying for gratefully. Suzanne trembled as she
watched the snippy blonde just ignored her and calmly close her
locker and turn to get one last look at Suzanne before walking
out the door.
" Oh you've got to be kidding..." She said, hands going to her
mouth. Suzanne suddenly looked down and spotted the wide yellow
puddle, soiled sweats and her now sticky wet thighs. Suzanne felt
she'd somehow failed April, having after all else, gone off and
soiling sweet April's precious little smelly panties with her
foul piss.
" I've...had an accident. I'm sorry April..." Suzanne whispered
like a child, her face scarlet.
"Moo..." April said with a sarcastic smile as she openly stuck
her tongue out at the body of the older woman. "Does Little Miss
Dairy Farm like pissing in someone prettier and younger and
sexier than here's pretty panties? Does that make her get all hot
and bothered? " April said, watching fascinated as Suzanne hung
off of each word she casually threw off.
Suzanne seethed with molting fire over not only this public
humiliation, but at this cruel little bitch April for mocking her
truest deepest feelings most intimate feelings for her, and
Suzanne knew anyone with any pride would leap forward and scratch
her eyes out, as the mother of two stood there covered in her own
piss, her whole sense of self worth came crashing into wonderful
bits of broken jagged desire.
A rush of rage erupted from inside Suzanne as she gave April her
best Icy glare. But April didn't bother to look back or even
stop.
April ignored her, just as Suzanne's mother used to.
Suzanne's cunt wetted.
And Suzanne suddenly leaped forward and hugged at April's feet,
pleading. Tears starting to fill her eyes she begged her.
"Please...I love you. Please don't leave me. We can have a life.
I'll be whatever you want. Piss on me. use me. I'll behave...I
promise...."
As Suzanne hugged the ankles of the young girl, she felt her
pause and bend down. Suzanne looked up with a splotchy face, nose
running, at the girl, as she saw April's expression change from
mocking resignation to what looked like a slight sliver of
sympathetic resignation.
"okay, get up..." April said as Suzanne pulled herself up to a
sitting position.
Reaching out, April offered out her hand. Suzanne face smiled
through her tears, but April suddenly pulled one of her smelly
sock from her bag and she smeared it into the pool of pee across
the floor, before holding the freshly soaked sock to Suzanne
sniveling face, giving it a firm squeeze saying. "There there
now... no need to get all poopy... all mommie's little moo-cow
probably need is a good milking to make you feel as good as
new...."
April then shoved the pissy soaked sock into Suzanne's mouth so
it stuck half in by it's self, while April then playfully started
to need and "milk" Suzanne's breasts with one hand while slapping
her pussy with the other, all the while cooing into her ear.
" Can you Moo for me lttle Dairy Cow? Be a good little Tubby and
show the nice lady how good you are at sucking on her piss. Does
sucking Momma's piss make my little Cow all wet? Even wetter that
she already is??? Wow, that's a Lot, huh Bessy? " April kept
taunting as Suzanne cried in orgasmic bliss hating herself to new
depths and she and bit into April's pissy sock with pride and
pure love as the younger girl milked and frantically spanked the
mother of two mindless frothing into a frenzy.
That evening at home, Suzanne spent over twenty minutes with the
bathroom door locked carefully examining every inch of herself in
the mirror, growing more and more furious each time she
numbingly replayed what happened in the dressing room with April!
Over and over April's brazen bullying assault made her
practically sick! April had actually attacked her, slapped her
vagina, and pinched her tender breasts too! This was clearly
across the line. This little snot April was almost old enough to
be that Suzanne's, well,...older sister! Plus Suzanne darned good
and well she wasn't paying good money to this gym *just* to have
her size and weight made sport of my someone who was still in
diapers when she was in college!
Suzanne was in love.
Suzanne's face was scarlet as she struggled out of her messy
clothes and tried to pull herself back together so she could face
another day tomorrow. Suzanne suddenly Burt's into tears at the
site of herself, face puffy and skin sporting fresh bruises, and
worked hard to forget April's cruel little cow remarks. Suzanne
kept stroking her own skin, hating her smooth baby like soft
little pooch of a belly peeking front her blouse and thighs
straining sensually against her sweats. Did she really look so
repulsive? The middle aged mother had been working hard to get
back into shape, and was feeling pretty darned good too, just
before little Miss Snippy came along!
Suzanne looked at the panties and sock that Susan suggested she
"keep to play with tonight." that comment really pissed Suzanne
off. Suzanne decided she'd probably have to report this last ugly
incident of April's to the manager. Yes. It needed to be done.
Suzanne hated confrontations, but April would have to be punished
for something so....unseemly. So rude. And disturbing.
Then once April understood that she shouldn't have done this, she
and Suzanne would sit down and prepare for their life together as
lovers. April couldn't deny any longer what happened tonight, and
Suzanne had two trophies from their little "love spat". Yes,
though it made Suzanne face burn, she would cherish April's
"mementos" from their passionate encounter tonight. But Suzanne
was needed to show prove to April what she was too blind to
admit.
But Suzanne was still steamed that April was
so...well....emotionally mean. There was no call for that. It
angered Suzanne just reliving the whole thing again in her mind,
as she started absentmindedly sucking on April's "pissy little
love sock" again, as April soon had her calling it.
Suzanne looked at her breasts for a bruise, but there was none.
She touched her tender nipple, the same one April had been so
callous with, and closed her eyes, imagining the younger woman's
breath fresh in her face as she called " an overweight saggy
titted cow." frowned, religiously replaying the whole demeaning
experience over in her mind! And calling her "Miss Dairy farm?"
Please! And that bit licking my stuff off the floor??? It was
down-right...weird wasn't it? opened her eyes, suddenly feeling
self conscious at the unusual expression in the mirror, and pissy
sock sticking from her mouth as she played with her sore nipple.
The nerve of her new lover and best friend forcibly accostingher
well..raping her like that....
Well!
Suzanne was especially impressed with when April kept riding her
around on all fours and wouldn't let go of her breasts, reaching
underneath and milking them while Suzanne made embarrassing cow
sounds as best she could, while April just kept smirking at her
like that. Suzanne knew April's smirk was partly because Suzanne
had done nothing to stop her! Suzanne had been furious for how
foolish she'd sunken to by just....crawling there
and....accepting the girl's humiliation like that! Suzanne
memorized carefully each detail of April's sickeningly cute
smirking face in her mind, and promised herself she'd see it
again and again her in her dreams all night tonight. Suzanne
pouted down at how sore her little nip was getting from all her
attention, finally giving the tender flesh a break for the
evening, stuffing the sock and April's panties in her purse
before leaving the bathroom and heading for bed.
She sighed while drifting off to sleep how she would get April to
stop being such a meany and see what she all ready new, that hey
were destined to be lovers.
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