How to Become a dog bitch.
Like most stupid things, it started out of boredom.
When I am bored, I go surfing the Internet.
I have a passion for erotic stories. And especially for stories of a girl or young woman who is seduced into becoming a sex slave for a couple or so.
When I one evening again was surfing on the internet because I was bored, I stumbled on a BDSM site over the following ad.
We are a couple, male 66 and female 59.
We are looking for a sex slave for ourselves, our friends and their dogs.
Are you the one we're looking for? Then we would like to chat with your or your meeting.
We live in the north of the country.
Betty and Hans xxxx
The excitement that this ad caused was indescribable! Only by reading it a few times while I stroked my clit I received an orgasm!
Against all my common sense I mailed that I was interested, and that I wanted to mail with them to learn to know more about it and to know each other better.
After I had sent the mail I was so horny that I myself started again fingering till I came.
After I orgasmed for the second time, I realized what I had done.
But such an ad could not be serious? I would probably nothing more to hear. And it had brought me anyway a pleasant end of this annoying evening.
Great was my surprise when I found already the next day a reply in my mailbox.
The advertisement on which I had responded was clearly not a joke, because the content of the email was enthusiastic and very serious.
It seemed for me the best not to react.
But that was not the end of it.
Five days later I got another email. They wrote that they understood that I at second thought did not have the courage to take the next step,. But they would have found it more decent of me when I had responded equally.
I was ashamed of myself. And so wrote an email back, in which I apologized.
That I had written the mail on an evening when I was bored, and that I thought that it was a joke anyway.
To my surprise I received a very sweet email back. With understanding and compassion. And that I could feel free to mail when I was bored again, or in need for companionship.
And so we started emailing.
For a year we mailed about anything and everything, only not about sex. I must say, to my slight disappointment. Then the content of the emails changed. Slowly they began to go about sex, and slowly they became more and more intimate.
Meanwhile, my interest in bdsm was aroused.
It took the couple still two years to from the first email, to convince me to try it out once to be their slave. And after I had agreed a lot of patience and two more months before I agreed to meet each other.
And now I'm in the train on the way to our first meeting. Only to meet in person. No sex or whatever. Only to have dimmer together and to talk.
We have agreed to go slowly. That we will see how it develops.
The first appointment is at the restaurant "Oak Leaves" where we have agreed that I will arrive between seven and seven-fifteen. The restaurant is only a few hundred meters from the train station in Bosoord.
It's dark as the train just after seven stops in Bosoord. I takes me less than 5 minutes to walk to the restaurant.
When I come into the restaurant I see Hans and Betty sitting immediately. I recognize them from the picture they have sent me. A slim, tall man with short gray hair and a short, sturdy woman with large breasts and gray curly hair and a friendly face.
When I walk towards them, they both rise from their chairs to greet me. The welcome is warm and friendly.
We go to our dining table where we take an aperitif and ordering our meal.
Hans and Betty are asking me if I have had a good journey. They also ask me about my work. Whether it was busy and if I'm tired from the long day working and the train ride.
Meanwhile, dinner is served and we eat delicious.
During the meal, Hans is mostly the one who does the talking. As commander on passenger airliners he is been through a lot and he has been in many places in the world. And he can tell fascinating about it.
After dinner we move to the fireplace to drink coffee. Hans keeps telling me about his adventures. He is a handsome and intriguing man, and I begin to admire him.
Time flies, and before I realize it, it is over ten o'clock and I have missed the last train home.
Hans and Betty apologize. They also have not noticed that the time went so fast.
"It is here so cozy with your" says Betty.
"I can bring you home by car," says Hans. "If this is midway between your residence and ours, it is not far away."
Blushing, I must confess that I have lied a little, and that I think it's about two hundred kilometers from Bosoord to my hometown.
"Why don't you come with us," says Betty. "You can sleep with us in the guest room."
"Then we bring you back tomorrow to the station in Bosoord" says Hans.
Because I really feel at ease in their company, and also find it exciting, I say that would like to accept theit invitation. And that I would like to go with them to their house.
Hans asks for the bill and after he has paid we go to the car.
I will be invited to sit on the back seat. Betty is sitting in the front seat and Hans drives.
We drive through Bosoord, out of the village. It's bigger than I had expected when I stepped off the train. First we drive along and then across the railway track. All together we drive for half an hour over dark main roads and then smaller, at places in snow covered roads until we, to my surprise are stopping on the parking lot of a large and high block of flats.
With the elevator we go to the top floor. The apartment of Hans and Betty is at the very end of the gallery.
Behind the door is a narrow hall with a door at the end right in front of us, which leads to a large living room.
In the living is room to my right a door who leads to what appears to be the kitchen, which lies next to the hall. While Hans disappears in the kitchen, Betty shows me the rest of the apartment.
On the other side of the hall is the dining room, in open connection with the living room. In the corner is a door that leads to another narrow hallway. Opposite the door from the dining room is the door to a for such a large apartment remarkably small bathroom, with only a toilet and a shower.
At both ends of the hallway is a door. The door on the side of the gallery leads into a small bedroom. On the other side, next to the bathroom is a door to a small storage room, and opposite this door is the door to the master bedroom. That turns out to be the bedroom of Hans and Betty. The door at the end of the hallway leads to another but similar, smaller bedroom.
"This is the guest room," Betty says. "Lay your stuff on the bed, please. Hans will have made coffee by now, I guess. "
We go back to the living room. At the corner of the living room and the dining room is built against the wall of the bedroom a large fireplace. If he sees me watching, Hans says proudly: "I have built it myself. Unfortunately he is not real, because we are not allowed to have a chimney here. It is an electric fireplace".
The opening of the fireplace is oriented to the living room. Bookcases with TV and audio and video equipment are standing between the chimney and the window, against the bedroom wall. In the window, that runs over the whole width of the living room is a door to the balcony. Three large brown leather sofas are standing in the shape of an "U" around the fireplace. A chair stands next to the fireplace in the opening to the dining room.
Betty invites me to sit down in the corner of the largest sofa. She herself goes sitting as close as possible to me, in the other corner of the couch next to the one where I'm sitting.
When Hans comes in moments later, he has no coffee with him, but a bottle of wine and three glasses. Possibly I have mailed them about my love for German wines or told them otherwise. O am I just lucky? But it is a good Rhine wine. While we enjoy the wine we'll talk, especially about me. But Hans can talk fascinating about his life as a captain in the merchant navy.
Two bottles of wine and the same number of hours later, it is time to go to bed. I also noticed that I am rather tired, and with a "Goodnight" I leave the room. First I go to the bathroom to take a pee and then straight to the guest room, where I undress. Normally I always sleep naked, but for this special occasion I bought a wine red negligee. That I put on before I'm going to bed. I fall asleep immediately and don't even hear Hans and Betty going to bed.
The next day it is about nine o'clock when Betty comes to wake me up.
"I think it's time to get up" she says kindly. "It's nine o'clock. The bathroom is available and breakfast is ready in fifteen minutes. "
As soon as Betty has left the room I get up and take a shower, I think about my experiences of the previous night.
It was very cosy. And very different than I had imagined. Hans and Berry were genuinely interested in me. And about the final purpose of my visit – trying out to be their slavegirl - is not spoken a single word.
After showering I dress myself in white panties and a white bra. Over that I put on a camisole and thereover again a tight-fitting t-shirt. Furthermore, I put on a tight fitting jeans . And I put on white socks and black shoes with a flat soles on my feet.
When I enter the dining room, Hans starts whistling admiring and Betty says I that I look enchanting.
We have an extensive breakfast, during which Hans asks if I no longer want to stay.
"You told us yesterday that you have a few days off," said Betty. "Why don't you stay a day longer with us? Or even a few days?"
"We can make nice trips by car," says Hans. "We live in a beautiful, nature-rich part of the country. We can show you a lot of beautiful places."
It sounds enticing. I do have a few days off, and so I agree eager with their proposal.
After breakfast I help Betty clearing the breakfast table and washing the dishes. And I help cleaning the bathroom and making the beds. Meanwhile Hans vacuums pretty much the whole house.
At half past ten we are ready and thus we drink coffee.
After coffee, Hans suggest to show me some of their beautiful province with the car.
It is so cold outside, and a little foggy. But in the car it is warm and cosy. The bare branches of the trees and shrubs give the landscape a sad look. But I fully enjoy the scenery. Hans knows the roads here very well, and points me all the beautiful places we passing on our journey. We drive through pine woods and brook meadow landscapes with flooded meadows and gently sloping sand ridges of bare farmland. Or heath overgrown with juniper and pine trees. Desipte the lack of sun, it looks beautiful in a sad way.
Around one o'clock we eat pancakes in special pancake restaurant in a small village. During our meal we noticed that the grey weather becomes a little brighter.
After finished the pancake, we drove to a nearby nature reserve and despite the cold we went out od the car for a walk. It is a hillside moorland where Scottish Highlanders stare at us as we pass them. I'm scared to death of that great beasts. But Hans says that if we behave normally, the beasts will do nothing but leave us alone. "Otherwise Forestry would not allow people to walk here" he says. Halfway our walk the sun breaks every now and the through the clouds end the day becomes even more nicer.
After the walk we drive a little further until we reach a sand pit in a large forest. Hans says, that it is a recreational lake which mainly in summer attracts very many people.
There is a tea house on the beach, where we drink tea and eat apple pie. We are almost the only guests. There are only two older couples who are sitting together at another table.
After tea, we walk a little around the pond. Well, a little is still half an hour, but the sun shines almost the whole time during our walk and I enjout it fully.
Once out of the forest Hans decides to drive a long way over the border between the sandy hills and the excavated moors. A curious and rather sad looking scenery under a low, grey sky on one side, and lush sun covered hills on the other side.
When it then finally is getting dark, Hans drives over via a busier road to another village where we again have dinner in a restaurant.
We again have a delicious and extensive meal. This time we drink coffee by the fireplace. It is extremely cozy and time flies. It's been ten o'clock when Hans realizes that we are the only guests in the restaurant, It is clearly time for us to leave.
It is rather foggy outside and Hans has to drive very carefully to bring us home safe. A little after half past ten we are in the parking lot near the flat.
Once home with Hans and Betty, I take off my shoes and go to sit on the sofa, at the same place as last night. Betty sits on the other couch, close to me, and Hans sits beside her.
We talk about the day we've experienced. Hans tells me more about places he want to show me by my next visit, and I tell them what a lovely day I've had.
It has been half past eleven when Hans says: "There are still a few bottles of the same wine we drank yesterday. Shall I open a bottle, and have before we go to sleep just a nice glass of wine to drink?".
If we enjoy the wine, Hans says: "We want to ask you something. If you do not want, just say no, but would you really like it to see how you look naked. I mean, would you mind to let Betty undressed you? ".
Even though I know that this is the ultimate purpose of our encounter, yet I am only just stunned by the still unexpected question.
"If you do not want to do it, just keep sitting on the sofa" Hans continues. "We'll just continue our conversation and we drink another glass of wine. But if you want - what we hope with all our heart – to do this for us, then stand up. "
To my own surprise I want to do it! No, I have the unstoppable urge to do it. I nééd to do it.
Nervous of the fear and excitement I get up from the couch. Betty also rises. She comes to me and takes my wineglass out of my hands and puts it down on the coffee table.
She asks me if I want to do a small step forward turn and a little towards , so Hans can look at me.
Then Betty steps behind me. I feel her hands on either side of my body sliding down to my hips, where she pulls the T-shirt out of my pants.
"Lift your arms up, will you?" She asks. Silently I do what I've been asked. Then Betty pulls the T-shirt over my head.
For a moment nothing happens. No hands are touch me while I stay shirtless in the living room. Then I again feel how Betty's hands pulling my undershirt out of my jeans. Without being asked to do, I lift my arms again and let Betty take off my undershirt.
Again nothing happens, while I am from my waist up in only a bra stay in the living room to be looked at.
But moments later I feel Betty's hands on my stomach, where she detaches the belt buckle in order to loosen my jeans. I am staying passive with my hands along my sides and her Betty have her way with me.
When she has loosened my belt, Betty unbuttons first the button on the fly of my jeans and pulls the zipper down. Then she pulls my jeans over my hips, making sure she does not take my panties off with them.
A little later, my pants are around my ankles and Betty pulls my jeans of my feet. She folds him neatly and lays them to the other side on the couch, on my also folded t-shirt and undershirt.
Now I am standing in the living room in only my panties and bra, but with my socks and shoes still on. I already feel very naked and nervous. But somewhere deep inside me I feel a sense of excitement. Is this the beginning of my fantasy that comes true?
"Do you want to put your hands at your back and turn around a few times?" asks Betty. Without hesitation I turn a few times around, while feelinf rather awkward.
"You have a beautiful figure" says Hans. "You are rather small in stature, but pretty slim, with all your assess in the right proportions."
"Shall we go on?" Asks Betty so nice that I almost melt.
While I am in only my bra and my panties, and with my socks on in the living room, I feel Betty's hands on my back. She opens the hooks of my bra.
I shiver with fear and excitement. Soon, my breasts can be witnessed by everyone, and it will taken not take much longer before I will be seen completely naked.
My arms are hanging at my sides when Betty lowers the bra straps over my shoulders and my arms. When she lowers the straps further down, the bra cups fall of my breasts and a little later I am standing with my naked boobs in front of Hans in his living room.
As soon as he sees my bare breasts, Hans whistles admiringly. "Well, well, what a lovely tits" he says in a in my mind quite coarse tone. Oddly enough, the way he talks about my breasts in this way gives me an exhilarating feeling.
And so I stand only in my panties in the living room, with my arms at my side and my breasts pushing forward.
While Hans is sittig on the couch and my breasts admires, Betty walks around me. It is obvious that they both are looking at my breasts. I feel their eyes glued on my body and I get it warm under their gaze. A blush rushes over my body, something I had never seen before by myself.
"Clasp your hands behind your back together" says Hans. And if I did, he says: "Well done, Your lovely tits, stabbing this way beautiful firmly and tightly forward. What a beautiful tits and what a lovely big nipples ". His words are coarse and his tone is louder because of his excitement. And what he says really excites me.
At the same time I am ashamed to dead and I wonder what in the hell I'm doing.
Almost literally trembling with fear and excitement I remain perfectly still as Hans gets up and comes towards me.
What I've been expecting happens. They are both groping me. From all sides they feel at me. I feel hands on my belly and my breasts. They feel at my nipples, in which they gently squeeze.
Hans take a nipple between his fingers and turns it back and forth. It hurts a little, and my nipples become almost even harder than they already are. When Betty takes the other nipple between her fingers and she squeezes it very short and very hard, I feel a twinge shooting from my nipple through my stomach to my vagina.
Then their fingers let loose my nipples, which again causes a tingling.
Hands are on my breasts. They are caressed and gently squeezed, and they become weighed in their hands. I experience this all with bowed head and a growing sense of excitement.
Meanwhile they talk about my breasts, which they consistently call tits. "They're beautiful young and tightly" says Betty. "And they are standing beautiful straight forward."
"There is still no trace of that they even starting getting a little slack or saggy and they are standing beautifully straight ahead" adds Hans.
"And then those nipples" continued Betty. "Do you see how big they are? That will certainly come in handy some day. "
"I think so" continues Hans. "Her nipples are beautiful big and round. And they are very hard and are standing beautifully straight forward on her tits, like cherries on the cake ".
While they talk, their hands continue caressing and squeezing my breasts, but then their hands are suddenly gone.
Moments later I feel Betty's hands on my hips, where she grabs the hem of my panties. While Hans is sitting on the couch again draws Betty agonizingly slowly and carefully my panties over my buttocks down, over my thighs and over my knees, where she let it loose. It falls automatically the last part down my legs and remains laying on my feet.
I am standing now naked in front of Hans, in his living room. Nervously and with a tingling feeling of excitement.
"You have a beautiful pussy" says Hans "Put your legs further apart, will you? We want to have a good look at your cunt. " His tone is hard and his words are coarse. I shudder with shame and excitement.
Meanwhile, Betty is sitting next to her husband on the couch. It is clear that they both want to look at my pussy. I realize that all too well. I feel their eyes burning on my slit, and I get a red blush of shame running over me. At the same time I feel the excitement running through my belly. But I do put my feet slightly further apart.
"Open your legs a little further" says Hans. And when I have put my feet about forty inches apart, he says: "Fine so. That's it. Now we may very well have a look at your cunt. "
Silently I stay in my nakedness in front of the horny couple stand with my arms at my sides and my legs around forty centimeters apart.
"Her cunt looks really nice and neat" says Betty. "Nice tight pussy lips instead of those big flaps".
"Only that hair on her cunt" says Hans. "We need to do something about that. But not now. "
I listen to their coarse comments in silence and wet with excitement.
"Good" says Hans after a while. "Turn around so we can see your ass."
I turn around until I stand with my back to them.
"A nice ass, she has also" says Betty.
"Indeed," replies Hans. "Tasty round and firm. We can have a lot of fun with that too. "
I have no idea what they are talking about, but I find it exciting.
Turn around again and look at us "says Betty.
"You have your legs again too close to each other" says Hans angrily when I've turned around. "Take care of that in future and put them right as far apart as we have instructed you."
Dumbfounded, I do my feet about 40 cm apart.
"Put your hands behind your back together" orders Betty. "Stick your boobs a little more forward."
And so I stand naked in the living room, with my arms behind my back and my breasts forward with my legs apart, as Hans and Betty get up and come to me.
What I've been expecting happens. They are groping at me. From all sides they have their hands on my naked body. They feel at my belly, my butt and my breasts. They feel at my nipples and my clit and in my cunt. I am squeezed in my buttocks and my breasts.
I have to bend over, support myself with my hands on my knees. I feel their hands over my buttocks, where they with their thumbs are opening my slit.
Meanwhile they talk about my slit and the various parts of it. Sometimes in a fairly crude way, but always positive. I'm getting a little wet of the excitement.
Then all od a sudden there hands are gone.
"Go sitting backwards on the couch, with your knees on the edge of the seat cushion" orders Betty. “Support with your forearms on the backrest”.
Again I do what I'm told.
"Where's the flashlight?" ask Hans. "I want to take a look in her cunt."
"The flashlight is in the drawer of your nightstand" says Betty. "Shall I get her cunt open for you?"
This is really rude! Just we were still chatting cozy and now I am sitting naked on all fours on the couch and the same two people will now look inside me, like I'm a piece of cattle. But I still say nothing and do nothing. I just stay where I am, waiting for the things to come.
About what Hans and Betty are seeing when they look into my slit, I can only imagine. I feel that Betty opens my slit with her thumbs, but otherwise I see or feel nothing.
"When you turn the flashlight up a little, you can see at the back inside her cunt" says Betty. I feel how she opens my cunt even more, which is a bit painful.
"Do you see that protruding little circle deep inside at the back of her cunt?" continues Betty. "With that little hole in the middle? That is her womb. I know a nice little game that I can do with that, which I will show you sometime".
"Yes, I see it" says Hans in an excited tone. "I see her womb".
"And that little hole up here, that's her pee hole," says Betty. "Isn’t her cunt still nice inside?"
This is horny! They look at my cunt from the outside and the inside! And they talk about it as if it were a piece of meat! I'm getting so horny that I almost come!
Then, suddenly, without any warning, I feel how Hans his cock is going in me. While Betty is still keeping my slit open, is Hans sticking his cock in me!!
I am getting fucked now! By this man who I hardly know. Now, at this very moment he begins to fuck me. While his wife is watching she keeps my slit open for him. What a scandalous behavior! And what an excited feeling! I feel the excitement running through my abdomen.
"You can let go of her cunt now" says Hans to Betty. "I am completely in her cunt and now I can manage to fuck her by myself".
I feel that Betty's hands let go of my pussy lips.
"How does her cunt feel?" ask Betty. "Is she a good fuck?"
"Oh, yes," replies Hans. "She has a nice tight pussy."
It is shocking to hear how he tells his wife what he now feels with his cock in me.
But it is so exciting that I feel my orgasm coming nearer. My cunt pulls together a few times around the in my slit moving penis.
"I think that she all ready starts to cum" says Hans. "I feel her cunt contracting around my cock. I think that she will cum any minute. Just feel at her abdomen. "
Betty sits down beside me on the couch. While Hans is moving his cock in my slit up and down puts Betty her hand on my belly.
When my slit again contracts a few times, says Betty. "These were a few more contractions of her cunt, isn’t it? I can feel her abdomen twitching".
"That's right" replies Hans. "She squeezes again with het cunt in my cock. She can cum any moment now. "
And indeed. While Hans is pushing his cock in me up and down, my orgasm is now building up rapidly. My slit continues to contract while I, panting and moaning have one orgasm after the other.
"Oh, dear god" moans Hans. "She is cumming. I feel from the squeezing of her cunt in my cock into her cunt how she is cumming. I can not hold it back any longer myself. "
I feel his cock shocking deep in my cunt as his hot semen sprays in thick rays deep in my slit.
And that’s it!
While my orgasm slowly fades away pulls Hans his cock out of my cunt.
"Stay here sitting still and enjoy the afterglow" says Betty. "Then we will go to watch you open, contracting cunt for a while".
So I stay naked and on my knees on the couch while Hans and Betty going on looking at my cunt and talking about how great it was for Hans to fuck me.
After a while I’m allowed to stand up and take a shower.
"Don’t get dressed afterwards. We still like to enjoy your naked beauty.
When I after showering return in the living, Betty tells me that I should sit in the chair, with my legs over the armrests. It's an uncomfortable position, with my legs spread wide.
My freshly washed cunt is in full view of Hans and Betty.
I feel their eyes burning into my cunt and my whole body blush of shame. At the same time I feel the excitement my stomach tingle again.
"You have a beautiful pussy" says Betty. "I have already told you. Do your legs a little further apart, yes? ".
I feel their eyes burning on my cunt and get a red blush of shame. At the same time I feel the excitement running through my belly. But I do have my feet slightly further apart.
"Just a little further" says Hans. And when I put my feet about forty inches apart, he only says: "Great so. That's it. Now we can look at your cunt very well. "
"It does indeed look beautiful" says Betty. "And even now you just have fucked her, you can see that it still looks sleek, with its beautiful full pussy lips."
"But that hair on her cunt bothers me" says Hans. "If she want to continue to visit us we should do something about it some time."
I hear their comments in silence, and again I become wet with excitement.
"And a nice ass she has too" says Betty. "You can see her asshole sitting there neatly under her sweet cunt."
"Indeed a nice ass" answers Hans. "Tasty round, firm buttocks and a nice round asshole. We can have a lot of fun with that. "
I have no idea what they are talking about or what they have in mind to do with my ass, but I think it's exciting.
"I just want to feel inside her cunt before we go to bed" says Betty. The deed to the word she gets up and she kneels in front of me on the ground.
Without hesitation she immediately puts two fingers in my cunt. She moves her fingers a few times deep in my cunt up and down and then she presses them as far as they will go deep inside me, while she moves her fingers in my cunt. As far as I can feel she is feeling at the whole inside of my cunt.
After a while she takes her fingers out of my cunt. She sticks them up and she says to Hans: "Do you see how wet she is? It is not only your sperm on my fingers, but also her horny cunt juices ". To me she says: "Lick my fingers clean", while her sticks her fingers in front of my face.
Overwhelmed by her, I do what she says and I lick first over her fingers. They taste at cum and cunt juice. Then Betty sticks her fingers in my mouth and she said in a commanding voice that I must suck her fingers clean.
I do what I'm told and suck on her fingers until she pulls them out of my mouth.
Then Betty gets up and says it's time to go to bed.
During the whole events I have my eyes down, and now I do not dare to look anyone in the eyes. So I stand up from the chair with my head bowed and with a barely audible murmur I say "goodnight" and I go to the guest room. In a very my modesty mood I pull on a negligee and I go to bed.
First, I can not fall asleep. Rather than remembering the nice, cozy day, the events of the last hour keeps crossing my mind. Confused I think over what all has happened. The images of Hans standing behind me, moving his dick in me are shooting through my mind, not in chronological order but totally random. And they always return to the time when Hans is thrusting his cock in me. Instinctively I put my hand between my legs and start to stroke my slit. It only takes me a moment before I busy to make myself passionately cumming, while the images and feelings of the last hour are spinning throough my head. I cum fairly quickly, and enjoying the afterglow I quickly fall asleep.
Like yesterday, I am awakened the next day at nine o'clock by Betty.
"I think it's time to get up" she says kindly. "It's nine o'clock. The bathroom is available and breakfast is ready in fifteen minutes. " Her voice is warm and friendly and there is nothing to see her or hear that even in the slightest way remembers or even refers to the events of last night.
When Betty has closed the door of the guest room I get up and take a shower, overthinking the events of last evening.
The shame of what I’ve done is so deep in me that I blush while I’m showering. How was I be able to doall this! I have let a completely strange woman undress me. I have been standing naked in their living room and let them see me and touch me on all sides. And then I have let these strange man fuck me while his wife was watching us.
After the shower I'm dressing up. The clothes I wore yesterday are neatly folded on the chair next to the bed. Someone must have put them there when I slept.
I pull on a pair of clean white panties and a clean bra. Thereover a camisole and clean, tight fitting T-shirt. Furthermore I put on a pair of white socks and the jeans I wore yesterday.
When I enter the dining room, Hans says admiringly that I look enchanting.
Betty also looks at me with a kindly smile. "Hello beauty" she says with her brightest smile. "And, did you sleep well?".
Again there is in their tone or in their attitude nothing that even in the slightest way remembers or refers to the disgraceful events of last night,.
We have an extended and animated breakfast. After breakfast I help Betty with the dishes and then I clean the bathroom and making the beds. Meanwhile Hans vacuums pretty much the whole house.
At half past ten we are ready and we drink coffee together.
After coffee Hans suggests to go out with te car again today to show me a little more of the area.
"If you're already packing your things and take them with you” Hans says, “we can stay away all day and at the end of the afternoon we’ll bring you to the train station".
I go back to the guest room where I pack up my things and put on my shoes. I am relieved by the way Hans and Betty react as if nothing has happened last night. Even I can’t get it oud of my mid that I’ve been fucked by Hans while Betty was watching.
Moments later I put on my jacket and walk behind the couple to the car.
It's still gray and gloomy weather and it’s cold. But after less than ten minutes driving it’s comfortable warm in the car. Despite the gray weather I enjoy fully the landscape with its bare branches of the trees and shrubs. Again Hans knows where to drive to find all the beautiful places. We drive through the fields and the woods and after a while we’re ending at a prison museum.
Around one o'clock we go to the museum restaurant for lunch. After discussing what to eat we decide to ignore the lunch buffet and we eat a cup of soup and a few sandwiches.
After lunch we drive along narrow and slippery roads across a National Park of moorland, to a large forest. In the sand dunes in the middle of the woods we go for a walk.
After the walk we drink tea and eat apple pie in the restaurant near the Information Centre of Forestry.
We walk a bit through the Information Centre, but then we move on.
We drive back on a wide and busy road and in less than half an hour, we face the station Bosoord.
In front of the station Hans and Betty say heartly goodbye and they promise to email me quickly for a new appointment. We are rather early at the station, and I can catch my train rather easily.
At a quarter past six I'm back home.
The next days are passing by slowly and as the week progresses, I look every day or several times if I have got mail. When I’m home in the morning from the night shift, I first look if there is mail before I go to bed. And when I get upin the afternoon, I look again a few times if I have mail. And before I go to work I also look if there is mail.
But there is no mail. I'm beginning to wonder if Betty and Hans might have lost their interest in me. Maybe they wanted only a once adventure. To have sex one time with an unknown young woman. How stupid can I be that I've let me use for that.
And as the days go by, I realize more and more that I've been used to be fucked in a clever way, and with my own approval.