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Elaine watched as Gary refolded the contract and slipped it into his jacket pocket. She’d confirmed it was the same one, signed it, and barely said a prayer before it was gone. The ink wasn’t even dry. She shivered.
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Read More Click Here!My wife has always had a bit of a “thing” for Arab and Asian men. I put this down to her having worked in India for several years before we met. She lost her virginity to an Indian doctor and for a while thought that she was pregnant by him. this may explain later events.
It was a hot sticky day as only English summer days can be, when my wife and I strolled out on the promenade of an English coastal resort The mother-in-law had given us a break from our two young children. my wife was wearing a green sundress, which was a bit too low cut for my liking, but my young wife teased me for being a fuddy duddy. I ought to point out at this point that I am eight years younger than my wife and as an Anglican clergyman I admit to being old fashioned in my views.
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We noticed an Arab - a young man who seemed to approach a number of young women who walked off abruptly. apparently offended.
My wife said “Reginald -that’s terrible-it’s no way to treat a guest in our country-we should take a stand against racial prejudice!.We must welcome the young man”. “Quite right my dear !” I exclaimed.
We approached the young Arab and offered him a seat at the outdoor restaurant By the quayside.As we sat down. I saw to my horror that my wife’s suntop had been pulled right down, exposing nearly all of her generously endowed breasts-except for the nipples. I realised at once that this could not be by accident. I then noticed that as my wife sat down she peeled back the dress to expose an ample acreage of thigh.
The young Arab-Abdul from Alexandria also noticed my wife’s behaviour and stared hard at her ample bosom. Much to my alarm I noticed that my wife stared back at Abdul and licked her lips. Quite out of character I blurted out that many English people regarded Arabs as great lovers. “But it is true sir, the English are a cool race”. but leering at my wife, “or at least the men are”. He then defiantly placed his hand on my wife’s unresisting and well exposed thigh. Nonsense, I said, there’s no evidence”
The Arab then invited us back to his hotel room for drinks. I had a few too may and harped back to his challenge. “Lets put it to the test” said my wife. “Alright”. ii exclaimed grumpily - I must admit to being a bit turned on by the demon drink. The Arab produced a coin. “We will toss or her”! The coin came up with the Queen’s head and I had called tails.
The Arab pounced upon my wife before I could say anything further. He contemptuously pulled off her panties, smelled them deeply and put them in his pocket. “Souvenir” he said. He then pulled off the sundress to reveal my wife’s large breasts and bushy regions. To my alarm I noticed that moisture had trickled down her thighs. She was red faced, breathless and obviously highly aroused.
The Arab then stripped of his T shirt and white slacks to reveal a dark smooth skin which seemed to have been anointed with oil. He then pulled down his boxer shorts. I gasped in dismay and my wife groaned. The Egyptian was possessed of a gigantic black cock easily well over a foot in length. Like most Moslems he had been circumcised and the head bulged and glistened. Even before half of this gigantic cock had entered her my wife came violently. I suddenly came round from my paralysis. “Wait, shouldn’t you be using a condom or something?” “Not now Charles! “,snapped my wife, her brain stifled by wave after wave of multiple orgasms. Finally the Arab ceased his rogering. leaving my wife oozing in his generous cum.
“Your turn” said Abdul smirking.Much too my alarm I found that I could not get an erection - his gigantic shaft made me feel a boy among men. A few minutes later I pleaded some excuses and left them at it. My wife returned the next morning saying that they had had it eight times and that she had never felt more satisfied. Abdul had insisted on taking her panties as a souvenir and joked that he hoped that he had not left a souvenir of his own.
Six weeks later my wife discovered that she was pregnant.I had a vasectomy three years before. Although a vicar I did not believe that this was a miracle. Sure enough, in due course my wife was delivered of a dark skinned and obviously Arab baby- although she herself is a blonde. The bishop helped of course by moving us to a new parish in West Yorkshire. Unfortunately its has lots of single Asian males working in the textile mills. My wife insist on taking baby Ali out in the pushchair dressed in a very short black micro skirt and low cut blouse. She also sys that she has given up wearing panties and bras as she likes to feel the air on her skin. I have entirely lost confidence as a husband and have become impotent. Meanwhile, my wife is getting a lot of attention from the local Asian males and Abdul is asking to pay a paternal visit.
The new co-eds couldn’t believe their eyes when they glanced through the course directory and saw that a class called sex 101 was being offered! By the hundreds they raced to sign up, convinced this would be the class of a lifetime.
When Andy and I walked into class on the first day, we were met with an overwhelmingly large audience - the room was absolutely overflowing its capacity Ŗ filled with hundreds of eager young minds just waiting to soak in all that we had to offer. We looked at each other nervously, took a deep breath, and went for it. It was the most thrilling experience ever!
We weren’t teachers by trade. Neither one of us held any degrees or formal training. Our own experiences together with the willingness to share our knowledge of the incredibly exciting world of erotica had led us to the front of this lecture hall. This being our first actual class, we both were a bit nervous, so we started off slow in order to make everyone feel more at ease. Andy introduced himself and then took me by the hand, drew me up close to his side and introduced me. When he felt me tremble slightly, he squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring wink. I smiled back to let him know that I was doing okay and that I wasn’t going to chicken out on him. It was our style to forego textbooks and conventional teaching aids and use our own stories and experiences - along with lots of hands-on demonstrations. Our goal was not only to show and tell…but to have the class participate - to experience for themselves the vast mix of sensations that can be awakened with the right knowledge.
While Andy gave the students a brief run-down of the course, I ducked behind a wardrobe screen to change clothes. I returned wearing a high-cut black thong, garter, stockings, bra and heels. My long hair was hanging in loose curls across my shoulders and down my back. A collective gasp emanated from the students when they saw me, and he casually turned around and greeted me with an appreciative smile. “Your first assignment,” he directed to the audience, “is to write down the first thought that came into your head when you saw Carmen just now and why.” He left them to their task and turned his attention to me. “You look fabulous!” he whispered as he brushed his lips close to my ear. His hot breath against my skin caused a shiver to rush through me. I flashed him a smile, took his hand and together we walked toward the table we had set up for our demonstrations. It was actually a massage table, soft yet firm and big enough to stretch out on without worrying about falling off the sides. Most importantly, it was just the right height for oh so many things!
We stood there together as he asked for volunteers to share their initial reactions. He ran his hands along the top of my bra when someone commented that the swell of my breasts was what he had noticed first; then Andy trailed his open palm over my flat torso when someone else spoke about that. As the answers were revealed, I turned slowly to give the class a better view, Andy’s touch sending electrifying tingles over my entire body. Before we finished, a definite puddle of wetness was gathering between my thighs. When Andy felt me tremble as his hand passed over my thong-covered V, he asked me how I was feeling. “You’re making me wet” I confided in a low, husky voice. “Oh, my lady says that this little demonstration is making her pussy wet. Let’s have a closer look,” he said to the class as he helped me sit up on the end of the table.
In order for everyone in the large room to have a close-up view, we had set up lights and cameras to project onto several screens. This took me back to the days of doing photo shoots and I immediately felt at ease, practically forgetting there were hundreds of eyes observing my every move. As Andy talked, he moved in front of me, stooping down to give the cameraman a clearer shot. He placed his hands on my knees and gently pushed them apart. I scooted to the front edge of the table and the camera zoomed in on my crotch. I hooked my finger under the silky fabric and slowly pulled it aside. Andy eased me back a little so that everyone could see the dewy drops clinging to my shaven lips. Pleased by the murmurs rippling through the audience, he decided to give them a little bonus. Gently gripping my inner thighs he moved his thumbs to open my cunt lips wider - revealing luscious pink meat glistening with cum. He was rewarded not only by the sight before him, but he - and he alone - was treated to the delicious scent emanating from my pussy. I heard him inhale deeply and looked down into his smiling eyes. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was, and it would only get better!
Inevitably there were questions from the students such as why was I shaven; what had caused me to become wet; what was the wetness; where did it come from; what did it taste/smell like. We took turns answering them all. “I shave my pussy as a matter of preference. I like the way my clothes feel against my bare skin. Sometimes I even let him shave me. It’s very erotic!” I offered. “The wetness was caused from his touching me. I get very turned on just being near him, and the heat of his hand stroking my body just added to it.” “We’ll get into the technical aspects of where and how and what it is later, but take my word for it, there is a distinctive taste and smell, and hers drives me wild. It’s different from person to person but that’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourselves through your own experimentations - we’re not giving out samples here!” he clarified with a grin.
Andy finished up our allotted time by explaining and pointing out various erogenous zones covering the female body. He slipped off my shoe and worked his way up to my neck, breezing over the major ones in my pubic region - he would get into more detail about those later. I was glad for the reprieve since I was already quivering from his attention to those lesser erotic hotspots and I didn’t want to scare the class with an orgasmic outburst the very first day. I was dripping with desire to feel him inside me and I couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so I could get some satisfaction.
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When the room cleared, I held out my arms invitingly and he stepped closer pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hardened cock through his thin pants and pushed my pubic bone seductively against him while running my nails up the back of his neck and over his scalp. My provacativeness made him shudder and he didn’t try to control the pent-up desire to bury his cock deep within my smoldering pussy. He swiftly spun me around and bent me over the demonstration table, quickly releasing his cock - now hard and pulsing. He looped his finger under the thin strip of my thong then tugged it up hard, wedging it deeply between my lips. I responded with a loud moan and pushed my ass back against his cock. We both were so turned on from our earlier encounters, we couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed his cockhead against my slick pussy and in one stroke buried his entire length within me. We both screamed from the incredible sensations coursing through our bodies and after a moment of stillness, we picked up a steady rhythm. Soon my inner muscles started convulsing and squeezing his cock so hard he thought his eyes would bulge right out of his head. Oooh, it felt soooo good, but he would hold out as long as possible. I slammed back against him, tossing my head wildly as my breathing came in erratic pants mingled with my pleas to “fuck me harder”. When the hot flood of cum rushed over his cock, he let go…filling me with his equally hot cream. His eruption sent me off again and my pussy spasmed tighter around his cock. We fed each other like that for a long time, until we both were drained and crumbled in a heap of sweaty, panting passion across the table.
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Way too nice of day to be stuck inside. I planned on spending at least part of the day cleaning my room. It’s a mess and I know I won’t want to work on it tomorrow. I have way too much planned. But, I decided to head out to the local park for a little fun. I don’t know why but I still love swingining. Back when I was little, I used to be the best swinger in my grade. I could swing higher and faster than almost anyone. I was even better than most of the guys.
But now when I talk about swinging, people always think I’m talking about something else. Maybe, I’m boring but I haven’t tried that kind of swinging yet. But at my website you can see pictures and videos of me getting pretty naughty. Watch me giving blow jobs and even having sex in front of the camera.
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A cool sports car parked at the coffee-shop and in a few seconds hot guy got out of the car. Tall Latin guy in a wife-beater looked like a real stud. He started looking around. Two girls were watching him from the window of the Starbucks.
- “Is that him?”
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- “Looks like it… Oh, he is handsome, look at him. Okay, I’m gonna go. Fingers crossed!”
- “Luck, babe. Hope you enjoy the guy!”
“Yeah, hope so!”
This woman got up and went out on the street. She came up to the guy. The other lady couldn’t hear what they were talking about but she knew what they were talking about. They got into the car and drove away. Her girlfriend who stayed in the café wrote down the car template.
Claire was sitting on the backseat. Two fellows were absolutely well-mannered with her. It seemed that they liked her. The one on the shotgun pulled up her skirt and pet her thigh.
- “Are you sure you want this?”
- “Absolutely!” said Claire.
- “Aren’t you afraid?” – asked the driver.
- “I am. Who knows what you got in your head, What if you kidnap me and take me to Mexico.”
Guys started laughing. One said something to the other one in Spanish. Claire looked a bit nervous. She didn’t like the driver. She actually felt a bit scared, very scared. But that feeling was making her feel some kind of a hunch, some kind of a delightful pleasure.
She almost lost consciousness when she accidentally saw that what she has been longing for a long time. It was an ad in the newspaper for men seeking a woman, and vice versa. Stuff like, in need of a girlfriend, want to get married or need sex. The one Claire saw said: “Looking for women willing to absolute submission in sex, the ones that only wish to do what a man wants from her.” The fact that those guys were mexican was turning her on even more, though she was so afraid and had prejudice about them being dangerous guys.
- “Chill, woman. Don’t be afraid. We’re not gonna hurt you. We like to have our hands clean. Why would we hurt you or make you do something by force if you yourself want to be our whore? Is that what you want, Ms Claire?”
- “Yes, young man… I still don’t understand though, why do you want me? I mean, there are so many fresh young girls out there.”
- “You saying 34 is old?! Look at your legs, sexy mama! They are so slim and very smooth…” the guy said it and squeezed her leg like a real possessor.
- “A woman in her thirties is the best.” Said the driver.
- “Well, what if a woman is 38?”
- “What? Are you saying you’re thirty eight? You lied to us, huh?” guys were surprised. “You don’t even look like 34. Mam, you look fantastic!”
- “Thanks…Well, the reason I asked you this is I would never agree to meet you this way if I wouldn’t insure my safety. An old friend of mine knows I’m with you.”
Guys suspiciously looked at each other.
- “She would also like to try. But we decided, it would be better if I go first. She took a few pictures of you, gentlemen and wrote down you car template. Against a risk…. And here is her picture. Take a look.”
Claire took out Hailey’s photograph.
-“Damn, darling, you’ll see we’re not evil. We won’t hurt you, we will just fuck the hell out of you. And the only scary thing is that you can die from orgasm. Just kidding… we’re not going to kill you or kidnap you and sell you to slavery. No. Don’t worry. We don’t do this, ok?”
Tony looked at the photo and said in exclamation:
- “You and your friend are too sweet hotties, you know that? Next time bring her with you. Damn, she’s delicious. You should have taken her now. Oh, that would’ve been great.”
- “I’m telling you, we want to make sure you guys are safe.”
- “And I’m telling you: why would we want to hurt you if you want to be our white bitch? You want to, right? What did you say over the phone?”
- “I said “Yes, I will be your white whore, sir.” – said Claire.
When Tony asked her over the phone if she would agree to say “Tony, I’m your white whore” he asked her to repeat his words. That moment Claire was concealing her increased breath through the phone and her humble voice said: “Tony, I am your white whore”
- “See, what an amazing woman! One more time please.”
Claire said it again and her hand went underneath her skirt. She touched her wet pussy and said:
- “Tony, I am your white whore. My American ass wants your dick… more?”
- “Yes.”
And Claire started the improvised sex on the phone session.
- “I crawl on all my forth, I am standing on my knees… Your huge dick is right above me. Your American whore starts sucking it. I love to have your dick inside my mouth…”
Guys giggled and looked satisfied. Tony grabbed Claire’s body again… this time it was her breasts. By the time their car turned on the line 40 Claire’s pussy was flowing and Tony has already checked all of her body. When they got out of the car Claire was all messed up. Her hair was disheveled, blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pulled down, her skirt was rolled over and she was holding her panties in her hand.
Tony was walking with a huge bum in his pants. His huge dick was almost tearing his shorts apart. Claire could tell he had a huge amigo. Andreas, the driver, came out in a few minutes and caught up with Claire. They stepped into the house together and Andreas had his hand on her ass.
Claire was amazed by the luxury of their house. At first she thought those young studs were some cheap street dudes, but look at them! She even knew the designer who planned the fancy house. Wow!
- “So, are you sure, you want it? May be you wanna change your mind now?”
- “No.”
- “Are you sure?”
- “Yes.”
- “Are you ready to be our broad, you bitch?”
- “Yes.”
- “Then get on your knees, you American whore.”
Claire got on her knees.
- “Now, you’re our trinket and we’ll be doing anything, everything we want. You gonna be like a slave.”
- “Yeah, yeah, sure…” Claire was talking like she was shy.
- “Nope. Wrong words. Remember, what I told you to say? How are you supposed to reply to your master?”
- “Yes, I am ready to be your broad. You are my master and I am your slave.”
—-“And there it was! Hailey, that was awesome!!! First, they put me on my knees and started fucking my ass right away. Tony is such a beast. His dick was bustling about in my ass. Anal fuck – is the best. Andreas was in the front. I sucked his dick. Two dicks inside me, at the same time – it was for the first time in my life… Doubled pushes, from the front, from the back, into my mouth and into my ass. And they fucked me in my mouth. No! I sucked on them. But then Tony grabbed my hair and started pushing and fucking my mouth. They get really turned on by humiliating me. They kept on calling me slut, whore, cunt and put stress on the fact I am American. They like asking over and over again, if I like their dicks.
When they fucked me like a pasty in my mouth and in my ass they told me to say… No, I don’t want to tell you. I’m ashamed. But back than under the pressure of orgasm it was so sweet to say those humiliating nasty words! When my mouth was free, Tony would ask me if I liked it. I had to say “Yes, Master, I love it!”
Andreas fucked me on the table, from the back. Tony fucked me twice on the bed. He put a pillow underneath me so that my ass was sticking out for him. My hands were down on the floor and my head was hanging down. Guys were good. They did a good job. Everything was just the way I want it. I could only dream about it!”
- “Would you like to be ripped out?”
- “Oh, yeah… I was.”
Claire turned around and pulled up her skirt for Hailey. She pulled down her pants and showed her bruises. All of her but cheeks were covered in dark weals.
- “They said next time it’s going to be three of them. Can you imagine? Three at a time! BTW, they liked you a lot!”
- “But how about the fact, that I’m almost forty?
- “They said, that women over 30 are the best. We are exactly what they were looking for! … I am going again tomorrow. Make up your mind!”
She was fresh and young, but not so young that she didn't know how to give a professor a good fucking in exchange for a good grade! The student allowed the teacher to plow her to the point where she thought she might crack under the strain. But soon the pressure and strain became an incredible mix of pleasure and pain. She earned her good grade!
Click Here To Visit Love Horny Teens!I’ve written a couple of stories about things that happened when I was running wild with a young guy called Jodi Malenger. I guess a lot of people doubt they’re true and I’m not about to argue the point — why bother? But since there’s been quite a few readers who seem to enjoy them I’ll recount another one.
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The scene is England, more years ago than I care to remember now. And again we’d gone wandering well away from our local area in Jodi’s van. Well, the van that belonged to Jodi’s Dad and that Jodi often borrowed.
So, it was another town we were in, on a working day, and about as boring as you could imagine. Apart from everything else the sun was beating down out of a cloudless blue sky and everybody was as grumpy as hell. The English expect bad weather like New Yorkers expect rudeness — it goes with the territory and anything else messes with their minds. Still, Jodi had put a shoulder bag inside the van and winked at us when he’d done it. The other four of us figured he must have something interesting planned, though we didn’t know what it was. Anyway, while Jodi was driving Jacko opened up the bag and showed us what was stowed in it. And the contents of that bag had us scratching our heads alright.
There were two paint brushes, brand new but cut off so there was only about an inch of hairs left on each handle. There were two identical copies of a newspaper — well, ‘The News Of The World’, if you can call that a newspaper, and a net. Yes, a net. Made of very fine nylon cord, about eight feet by four feet, with mesh big enough for us to easily put our hands through the holes. Oh, and just to make everything clearer, when we opened up one of the big newspapers we found that around the sides of the center pages were long dressmakers’ pins. There must have been a dozen of them in each paper, pinning all the pages together so it was impossible to turn them over. And, finally, there was a polaroid camera and three film packs.
I guess Sherlock Holmes would have worked out straight away what Jodi was planning to do; none of us could though.
“Jodi, what the hell is this lot for?” Jacko asked.
“For fishing with; what else?”
That’s all he’d say though, not another word until we got to the town. A fair sized East Midlands market town. He parked the van at a supermarket car park. The car park was at one side of the building and the town center on the other side. But we didn’t walk that way. Instead Jodi picked up his bag and went over a pedestrian bridge at the far end of the car park. The bridge was over a river which ran through the town.
I guess it doesn’t make much difference to the story but maybe I’d better mention that what might be called a river in the UK could hardly get a mention as a creek in the States. This river you could have spat across given a good following wind. Anyway we looked at Jodi’s bag, thought about the net, looked down at the river and then at each other in bewilderment. We were a bunch that had never had any interest in hunting fur, fin or feathers. Big tits and juicy cunts were the only things we caught. What the hell was Jodi up to this time?
On the other side of the river was a park. A nice one. About half a mile long with lots of trees and bushes on a grassy, gently rolling slope, with the river flowing along the bottom of the slope. The only buildings we could see at the top of the slope were some changing rooms next to a fence around a couple of tennis courts. It was a nice place to come on a hot day to get away from the crowds and the traffic. Mind you any day which is warm enough to melt ice cream is a hot day for the UK, but this was a genuine scorcher.
It was about midday because the blazing sun was directly overhead and a whole slew of the town’s workers were doing all kinds of crazy continental things in their lunch hour — things like taking off their ties and pullovers and then lying down in the shade underneath the trees in the park. People with thermos flasks full of hot tea and paper bags of sandwiches were trying to convince themselves that to be seen eating outdoors wasn’t a social disgrace. And, of course, there were the wild teenagers openly sunbathing in swimming costumes, up to and including a couple of hussies in bikinis. A few more days of this brain cooking weather and the English would be lapping up rum out of each other’s belly buttons and Conga dancing in the bus queues. Mind you, with what Jodi was carrying around with him it looked as if we had one case of sun struck insanity on our hands already.
“Jodi, mate, what’s hatching in your mind?” Micky asked him. And he told us. And then he told us again, very slowly and clearly, because we thought for sure he’d been joking the first time around.
Now it wasn’t our way of doing things to have big debates about one of Jodi’s ideas. We went out and did them and scarcely ever did they go wrong, mainly because most people’s reactions just freeze up when something absolutely surprising happens. There’s hardly one in a hundred who are quick witted enough to react straight off to the totally unexpected. Mind you, it’s only one in a thousand who can think up those kind of surprising ideas, and only one in ten thousand who’ll go through with them. Jodi was the one in ten thousand.
This time though even Jodi had to work hard in selling us his plan. But Jodi was Jodi and trying to stop him doing what he wanted to do was like asking Hitler to maybe postpone invading Russia. So eventually we agreed to give it a go.
“OK, spread out. Keep in sight of each other. You know what we’re looking for. If anybody finds a good situation just sit down on the grass and the rest of us will come over and have a look.”
Looking around was the easy part. We moved out amongst the trees and the bushes like sharks prowling around in a swimming hole. Each of us knew what Jodi wanted and I hadn’t gone too far at all when I found a scene which seemed to fit the bill pretty well. So, I sat down and kept on looking.
I was about three quarters of the way up the slope, and able to see far enough over the crest for an occasional head to bob up into view behind the tennis court fence. I don’t know where the players got the energy from in that heat. On my left was a clear area of grass which stretched about a hundred yards or so to the next cluster of trees. On my right was a pathway which went up the slope towards the tennis court. The pathway was about forty or fifty yards away but nobody was bothering to use it with the grass being dry enough to walk on. A few yards further up from where I was sitting were the two trees nearest to the top of the slope, a pair of elms side by side. The trees were twenty feet apart and the furthest one from the pathway was straight up the slope from where I was.
Underneath the elm tree on the right was a courting couple with their arms wrapped each other and apparently trying to get into the Guiness book of records for the longest sustained kiss in history. I couldn’t see much of their faces but she looked pretty good. They weren’t my concern though, except in as much as neither of them were at all interested in anything else going on around them. It was the scene underneath the second tree which I was carefully studying.
There were two girls there, lying side by side, shoes off and bare feet pointing down the slope. Both of them were wearing blue overalls with buttons up the front — shop or factory uniforms. There was a coke can on the grass on either side of them and paper bags as well. Yeah, two shop girls who’d come into the park for their lunch break, and were now lying in the shade underneath the tree with their shoes off.
One was rolled over on her stomach, apparently dozing, with her hands spread flat underneath her chin, so all I could really see of her were her legs and her hair. The hair was an eye catching feature because it was a reddish brown mass which looked tangled, as if pulling a comb through it every day was more work than was worth doing. Her legs seemed pretty good and I could see halfway up her thighs because that was where the hem of her overall was pulled up to. The overall sleeves were short ones and I could make out a lot of freckles on her white skinned arms. No wonder she was keeping well out of the sun with a complexion like hers.
The other one was as different as chalk to cheese — or maybe, I should say Spanish to Irish. Because she looked as if she belonged out in the sun, a real Mediterranean type. Dark complexioned with hair as black as a coal cellar at midnight, done up in bun behind her head, and wearing sun glasses that made her look as if she was a Mafia gangster’s girl friend. Not that she wasn’t presentable, even if she did have a nose on her like Shylock’s daughter — that was more than made up for by the size of the boobs underneath her tightly stretched overall buttons. Even lying flat on her back they were a fine, fine sight. As for her legs, they were the sort that make you feel that if God ever created anything better to look at he must have kept it for himself. Unfortunately the bottom of her overalls were pulled down lower than her friend’s, around her knees, so I couldn’t give her underpinnings the attention they fully deserved.
In normal circumstances I would have moved around to have a better viewpoint up the slope and up her legs, especially as she was holding a magazine up over her face. As it was I didn’t take any sneaky looks, I didn’t move closer, I didn’t do anything which might wake the girls up or show an interest in them. Instead, I waited for the rest of the lads to arrive. The only thing which happened while I was waiting was that big tits put down the magazine and rolled over onto her stomach like her friend, resting her cheek on her hands in the same way.
“Thank you, God,” I said quietly but with genuine gratitude. It was starting to look as if he was with us on this one.
The other guys drifted over and sat around, except Jodi. He stood and looked at the girls and grinned until we were all together. As usual he didn’t seem the slightest bit nervous about things — personally, I could feel my palms getting damp and it wasn’t from the heat. I guess the truth was that if I’d been as clever as Jodi it wouldn’t have done me much good because I’d never have the nerve to follow up on my ideas the way he did. Oh, I’d do what he told me, like the others did what he told them to. The hard part was in not finding an excuse to keep on waiting for a better chance until there was no chance left and being secretly relieved. But not Jodi: he had the incredibly rare ability to just go ahead and do whatever he wanted when he wanted, without thinking twice about it.
Anyway, as soon as we were all sitting there he knelt down, unzipped the top of the bag and took out the net. He spread it out with one of the long sides uppermost and gave one end of the net to Will.
“Andy, you grab the other side. Stand up, stretch it out, then do it. I want the top of the net across their shoulder blades.”
So Will and I did. We stood up, moved apart until the eight foot net was taut and walked towards the girls, Jodi following up and handing out the paint brushes to Micky and Jacko.
“Go!”
We went for them as if we were trying to pin down a pair of leopards that could tear us apart if they got free. We threw the net over both of them, across their backs and down to their calves, and then I dropped down flat alongside the copper nob, enough of the net underneath me so I was lying completely on top of it and stopping it from moving. Will did the same thing on the other side and the net was anchored over both girls so tightly that neither could do anymore than wriggle around.
“What the fuck?” copper nob snapped, and then went into a fit of hysteria as Jacko tickled the sole of one of her bare feet with the scratchy hairs of the cut off paintbrush.
If that reaction was impressive, it was nothing compared to how big tits threw herself around when Micky did the same thing to one of her feet. It was instantly clear how susceptible she was to that sort of stimulation. The way she was twisting and giggling, I thought sure she was going to wet herself.
“OK, that’s enough,” Jodi said.
I was looking over to the other tree and saw the couple underneath it break their clinch for a moment and glance over at us, both of them grinning. They’d heard the girls having their bouts of hysteria, they could see us lying down around them and I guess they must have thought we were a bunch of friends meeting up and having a joke together. It would have been very hard for them to see the thin corded net, even if Will’s body hadn’t been in the way. So they didn’t twig what was really happening and went straight back to their marathon kissing session.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get this off us or I’ll start screaming,” copper nob said loudly.
The next second she was writhing around underneath the net again as Micky and Jacko both went for her soles with their brushes. Then Jodi told them to stop it, pointed at both pairs of feet and waggled his thumbs. The guys began massaging the girls’ soles instead of tickling them, digging their thumbs into their insteps just enough to make it pleasant rather than painful.
I heard another kind of gasp from the redhead, one of surprise, and I tried to see around her mass of hair to the face underneath it. At the same moment she twisted her head around in my direction and I was looking into her greeny colored eyes above a snub nose and pert mouth. Aye, and if looks could have killed I’d have soon been in an even warmer place. She’d got her left elbow caught up in one of the net holes and was desperately trying to get it further out but wasn’t doing anything more than leaving red impression lines on that lovely white skin. She started kicking around with her feet as well, as much as she could, then went into another fit of giggles as she was tickled again. There was a lot of things I could have said but this was the time for Jodi to do the talking. Which he did as soon as we let the copper nob alone long enough to gasp for breath.
“It’s OK girls, it’s OK. We just want to talk to you for a while and we didn’t want you getting up and walking away from us because it was time to go back to work. Relax, we’re not going to hurt you.”
“You’re absolutely mad, you can’t do this,” big tits said. “Come on, get this net off us, or else … ”
“Or else what? Nobody can see it unless they get really, really close and every time you start making a noise we’ll start tickling your feet again. So why not talk about things first before you get all upset? You like having your feet massaged, don’t you?”
The red head was still spitting chips: “You’re mad, you’re fucking mad! Get this thing off us!”
“No. Nice day though, isn’t it?”
The pair of them made a concerted effort to sit up. With my weight on one side of the net and Will’s on the other they were only wasting their energy. Jodi let them struggle for a while, until copper nob started calling out. Instantly Micky and Jacko used the brushes again. I saw the couple underneath the next tree separate their lips and grin at us again as red hair and big tits made noises like a pair of mating cats. Then the pair went back to their own mating habits again. To them it was still all just larking around by a bunch of guys and a couple of chicks.
“We can keep this up as long as you like, ladies,” Jodi said calmly. “You want some more tickling or would you rather lie still and have your feet rubbed?”
“What the hell do you want?” the red head asked between gasps. She was clearly baffled about what was going on or how to deal with it.
“Ah, well, you have to understand that we’re a bunch of perverts who get our kicks out of touching girls’ feet. You wouldn’t deny us that little pleasure, would you?” Jodi’s voice was light and jokey. “After all it’s a nice feeling having your soles stroked, isn’t it?”
“But somebody might come along,” big tits protested.
“So what? Nobody is going to arrest us for obscene foot stroking in a public place, are they?”
He nodded to Micky and Jacko and they set to work again with busy hands on the bare feet in front of them. The big dark girl gave a little hiss of pleasure and we grinned at each other. The first crack in the defenses. Red hair was still whining though and it wasn’t because she was feeling happy.
“Our lunch break is over. We’ve got to go back to work now.”
“Oh no you don’t. That’s why we’ve netted you — because we couldn’t bear to see you both get up and walk away. Just tell your boss it was so hot you both fell asleep in the park and didn’t wake up until it was too late to be worth going back.”
“You’re mad; we’ll get the sack!” Her voice was rising in anger and Jodi made a painting gesture at Jacko. He immediately stopped massaging her soles and scratched her with the brush until she was laughing and begging for mercy at the same time. Jodi finally relented.
“Look, as long as you talk quietly and sensibly nothing like that is going to happen. So how about telling us your names? You with the red hair, what’s yours?”
“Maureen,” she answered, in between gasps as she tried to get her breath back from her latest encounter with the brush.
“Maureen, hey. And what’s your friend’s name?”
Big tits answered for herself: “Sandra — what’s yours?”
Jodi grinned at her challenging response. “Elvis. It’s a big coincidence, that is. Not only is my name Elvis, but all these other guys are also called Elvis. You can have our autographs by and by.”
“You’re mad; raving bloody mad. Somebody is watching this, for sure.”
Jodi leaned back on his heels and made a big performance of holding his hand flat over his eyes, pretending to scan the horizon like a cowboy on the films.
“Hmmm … Well, there’s the County Police Pipe Band over there … Mary Whitehouse has got her binoculars on us … Two Bishops and an Archdeacon next to her … oh yeah, and a TV camera from the BBC outside broadcast unit. Yes, you’re right, we’re the absolute center of attention.”
“There’s a guy and a girl under the next tree, I know that,” Sandra answered back.
“True — very true,” Jodi conceded. “Only they seem to be in a world of their own right now. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they don’t soon go back to work and leave you with us for the afternoon.”
“Look, you’ve had your joke,” Sandra said, clearly trying to sound calm and reasonable. “Now you have to take this net off us.”
“Why?” Jodi asked just as reasonably.
“Because this is crazy,” Maureen piped up. “If you don’t let us go we’ll scream … ”
“Go ahead. Next time you’ll get a tickling that will really drive you crazy.”
There was a silence then as both of them tried to figure their way past that threat. Jodi only sat there and grinned at us as he let them come to terms with the way things were turning out. Maureen put her right hand down her side and clutched at the net. A total waste of time because as long as Will’s weight and mine was still resting on top of it she’d cut her fingers off on the thin nylon cords long before she could lift it up. I noticed she was wearing an engagement ring on the other hand. At the same time Sandra was still talking.
“Look, seriously, what do you lot want?”
“I told you, we just want to rub your feet. No harm in that, is there?”
Maureen said: “Fuck off, you mad bastard!”
“Oh dear, I hate foul mouthed girls. Both brushes for Maureen. Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear: one step, two step, tickle under there!”
The poor red head tried kicking her feet around and much good it did her as Mark and Jacko held her ankles and then started flicking the scratchy bristles up and down her soles. Will leaned over and dabbled his fingers behind one of her knees and I put my right hand over her back and tickled underneath her armpit. She hadn’t had too much breath left in her to start with, so all she could do was to wriggle around helplessly and suck in air in desperate gulps. I honestly thought she was going to faint.
“That’s enough,” I said. “Enough!”
“I don’t know what it is with you girls,” Jodi remarked casually. “All we’re trying to do is put a little fun in your lives and you call us all kinds of dirty names. Why not relax for a while and enjoy the sensation?”
“Go away — leave us alone!” Sandra protested.
“I’m beginning to feel like a door to door salesmen here,” Jodi told her. “Only I’m not selling anything, I’m just trying to give away a little happiness. Let’s see if some more massaging puts you in a better mood.”
Both of the girls made futile little efforts to keep their feet away from the busy fingers behind them, but they weren’t going anywhere, not with six hands to four feet. And despite all the outrage it was soon clear that both of them were finding it an interesting experience to have their soles continually stroked and massaged. Not that Maureen was going to admit it.
“If you think you’re going to get us in the mood for any hanky-panky, you’re wrong.”
Hanky-panky! I nearly bust a gut holding in my laughter and I could see the other guys were in the same way. Jodi’s chin was trembling with self control: “Hanky-panky?” he drawled in an upper class voice. “My dear girl, I haven’t hanked my pank in an absolute age.”
Then we all did burst out laughing, and nobody was laughing more than Sandra. Mind you, I’m not sure if it was because of what Jodi had said or because Jodi had started to run his fingernails lightly up and down her soles.
Meantime I was looking around the park. The courting couple under the next tree were finally picking up their possessions and getting a lot of fun out of brushing bits of grass off each other’s clothes.
Further down the slope it was like an army reluctantly continuing a route march after a rest break: men and women, teenage boys and girls, all slowly getting back to their feet and walking towards the bridge. It was time to go back to the stuffy offices and shops, time to begin a hot afternoon of dreary work. All of them were in total boredom mode with their thumbs up their bums and their minds in neutral. Nobody seemed to have the slightest interest in us or the girls. But there was a woman walking towards us on the grass, middle aged, white blouse, long dark skirt, silly straw hat with flowers on it. She was cutting across the slope towards the top of the pathway and it looked as if she was going to pass close to us. The real bother was that a couple of kids, maybe seven or eight years old, were scampering around her.
I realized why Jodi had started tickling Sandra again when he put his other hand over to one of Maureen’s feet and got her gasping again as well. Not as uncontrollably as before, but enough to stop her from being able to shout out anything.
“You guys next to the girls, put your arms around them.”
I put my arm across Maureen’s shoulders and pressed myself against her as she unwillingly wriggled and giggled. I heard the kids laughing as well, thinking it was great fun to see grownups behaving like kids themselves. I took a swift glance up at exactly the same time as the woman’s gaze turned on us. She saw what she thought was some kind of horseplay going on and immediately looked away. Or maybe she was terrified that it might be foreplay. The kids lingered for a second or two, happily watching Jodi scratching the girls’ feet before they reluctantly scampered away in response to urgent calls of “Rodger, Laurel; Rodger, Laurel.” The middle class must have been passing us by.
Well, God bless the English habit of minding your own business. Once again it had saved the day and I relaxed as I watched the woman, the kids and the courting couple all leaving the area.
Will grinned: “Magic,” he said, and Jodi laughed out loud.
“Well, girls, it looks like it’s just you and us here now.” he said cheerfully. “Everybody else has gone back to work and left you here in our evil clutches.”
“I don’t know anything about what’s going on inside your mad brain,” Sandra protested. “But I know you’d better piss off now before you get into real trouble.”
“From where I’m sitting, you two seem to be the ones having all the trouble,” Jodi pointed out. “You don’t even know how many of us there are yet, do you?”
Which was true. Both of them were almost breaking their necks trying to see above and behind them. I noticed how the dappled rays of sunlight coming through the branches were lighting up Maureen’s hair into pools of deeper red.
“I’ll save you the effort of looking, ladies. There’s five of us and we don’t live in this town, so you’ll never see us again. Which means that it doesn’t really matter what you do for us because nobody else in this place will ever get to hear about it.”
Maureen grunted as Jacko rubbed his thumbs deep into the bottoms of her feet. Mark was massaging Sandra’s feet just as forcefully and I could see that her calves were trembling as if she was cold.
“What are you talking about?” Maureen asked.
“At the moment I’m still trying to explain the situation,” Jodi said. “Your friend here was talking about trouble. Maybe it’s time I showed you pair what real trouble looks like. What we need first though is some privacy. You two guys leave their feet alone now and sit up next to the girls, one on each side. Hold the papers open as if you were reading them. You two lying on the net stay where you are”
As Mark and Jacko collected their newspapers Jodi sat down cross legged between the girls’ head and the tree, then leaned back against the trunk.
“OK, girls, look around you. As much as you can, anyway. Nobody can see us from behind me because of the tree and nobody on either side will be able to see anything because of the open newspapers. I say newspapers but it’s only the News of the Screws — you know what they publish in that, all the stories about what the Vicar did with the choirboys in the vestry. I bet you two never thought you’d be appearing in the middle of that paper with your own little sex scandal, did you?”
“Fuck off!” Maureen said again, though not very loudly. He ignored her.
“Now, since you can’t see behind you, you’ll both have to take my word on this but there’s nobody between us and the river so you can commit whatever lewd acts you like without any worries about embarrassing some poor innocent onlooker. Of course I’ve still got to persuade you to do what I want but I think I can make some good points as to why you should do as you’re told. You see, the News has real big pages which is why it’s good for keeping things private in a public park. But that can be a real nuisance when the wind’s blowing and ruffling them up. So, guys, have you noticed anything unusual about those papers?”
“Yes,” Mark said. “The pages are all pinned together at the sides. The very long kind of pins with a little plastic knob at one end.”
“That’s right,” Jodi agreed. “Spot on, Mr Elvis, you’ve got sharp eyes. A little plastic knob at one end and a very sharp point at the other end. Would you pass one of them over here, please.”
Mark gave him one of the pins and Jodi held it between his knees, where both of the girls could see it. He was like a magician getting ready to demonstrate a trick.
“OK, Maureen and Sandra, I’d just like you both to imagine what would happen if I held your noses while my mates jabbed these into your arses. In fact, I can tell you what would happen, you’d honk like seals at feeding time and you’d be the only ones in the park who knew how much you were hurting. So maybe you’d like to think about that for a while.”
Jodi looked around at us. “You two with the papers, give a pin each to the guys on the net. Guys who get the pins, you stick them where’ll they do the most good. Not deep enough to hurt, mind, just enough so the ladies can feel them pricking.”
Will snorted with laughter as he took a pin from Jacko. I guess he must have pushed it too hard into Sandra’s backside though because she yipped like a puppy having its tail trodden on. Maureen kept on twisting her head around to try and see behind her until she felt my pin being pressed against one of the cheeks of her arse and then she gasped and lay still, mouth hanging open and staring down at the grass.
“Yeah, now they’re starting to get the message. You guys keep those pins there but don’t push them in any harder unless I tell you to.” Jodi jabbed the pin he was holding into a surfaced root. “We’ll leave this one here within reach in case I need it later on. Now, girls, seeing that we’ve saved you from having to work all afternoon, I thought it might be a nice gesture in return for you to play a little game with us. Are you ready?”
“A … a game?” Maureen slowly asked.
“That’s right; a game. It’s called the question and answer game. And before we start I want to make sure you completely understand the rules. I ask each of you a question in turn. If I don’t get an answer or I get the wrong answer you both get a pin jammed up your arse hole. So if you try to get smart you won’t be hurting just yourself, but your friend as well. So, Sandra, here’s your first question. What do you think is the next thing that you’re going to put into your mouth? Here’s a clue.” Jodi rubbed his hand over his crotch. “And remember what happens to both of you ladies if you guess wrong.”
Sandra’s dark skin had flushed to the color of bruised tomatoes and I saw her buttocks instinctively tightening as Will moved the pin down a millimeter.
“Oh God, it’s your cock!”
“No, not God’s but you can think of me as your own personal lord and master for the time being. And because I’m a nice master and you’ve said the right thing you don’t get hurt. OK, next question, what’s the next thing that Maureen’s going to suck on?”
I gave Maureen a tiny little prod with one of the pins and she quacked like a duck landing on a barbed wire fence: “It’s your cock. I’m going to suck your cock as well.”
And that was it, at least as far as the first part of the business was concerned. If either of them had been in a mood to put up an argument Jodi had - as always - found a very effective way of changing their minds. I’d never had much doubt that Sandra would do it, if only for the experience, but I’d thought that Maureen might be more of a problem. Still, what would have been the sense in trying to refuse? We could hurt her as much as we liked and we would have kept on doing it until she surrendered. So I guess she was smart enough to realize that Jodi was holding all the trump cards. He was certainly pleased enough with himself.
“I don’t know why everybody says women are so hard to get along with. Ask them in the right way and there’s nothing they won’t do for you. Isn’t that right, Maureen?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, now we come to the next part of the game. This is something you’ll have to concentrate very hard on. From now on whenever you talk to anybody with a cock you call them ’sir’. Is that clear, Maureen?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered — quickly.
“Is that clear, Sandra?”
“Yes, sir.” Again, no hesitation at all. Sandra was well and truly broken in. Trembling and nervous as hell, but ready to do her best.
Jacko and Mark grinned at each other over the tops of their newspapers and Will winked at me across the girls’ backs. The message was that we’d found ourselves two willing slaves. I lifted my head up and had a quick look around. A few people walking around or still lying under the trees but none near enough to matter. Yippee!
Jodi reached forward and grabbed Sandra’s big nose, then pinched Maureen’s between his thumb and forefinger. “OK, lads, wake them up.”
His description of the noise that the girls made when Will and I jabbed them was spot on — they did honk like seals. But I guess Jodi had already done extensive field trials in applied pinology as a quick and easy way of getting around arguments. He took his hands off the girls’ faces and made a big show about wiping them on the sides of his jeans. Maureen and Sandra were moaning with pain.
“OK, ladies, just to recap on the discussion. Each one of us is a sir to you and both of you are going to take turns at sucking whatever prick is put in front of you. Otherwise you get pricked yourselves, no exceptions. So here’s your next question and it’s for you, Sandra. Are you going to give me a blow job?”
She gulped like a frog catching a fly: “Yes, sir, I am.”
“And are you going to give me a blow job, Maureen?”
Her voice was high pitched, almost a squeal: “Yes, sir, yes!”
Jodi winked at us. “OK, then, let’s get started. You guys with the papers, keep us covered from view as well as you can. If anybody looks as if they’re going to come close to us, you say so, nice and loud, because I might be a bit distracted soon. You guys with the pins, don’t ever prick a girl while she’s got a cock in her mouth. If she doesn’t perform properly I’ll tell you what to do and when. So, let’s try it and see how we get on.”
Our leader glanced around, spread his legs out on either side of Sandra’s head, the left one resting on Maureen’s back, undid his belt, his jeans, and then his zip. He put his hands in the side of the jeans and pushed them down his thighs and over Sandra’s bun of black hair. As he never wore anything under his jeans that left her almost brushing noses with a three quarter erect cock. And even at only three quarter stretch Jodi’s cock was some sight. It certainly made Sandra gasp.
“Come on, let’s get the show on the road,” Jodi ordered. “Grab hold and start sucking.”
She did. She put her right hand up between his thighs and obediently bent her head forward to lick the tip of his cock. It reared up like an animal smelling food and Jodi laughed. Maureen couldn’t see what was happening because her face was close up against Jodi’s leg but she could hear everything, including the snorts of laughter from all the guys at the sight of Sandra slowly pressing her lips down around Jodi’s shaft. He patted her on the back of the head, on top of the bun, then put his hand on top of Maureen’s frizzy mass of hair.
“Your friend’s making a pretty good start, Maureen. She’ll have to do better than this though, otherwise she’ll get a pin all the way up her arse before long. It’s not a decent blow job until she’s got every inch of it between her teeth. I’ll give her a chance to improve though. Tell her to lick my balls now.”
“Yes, sir!” Maureen squealed. “Sandra, lick his balls!”
God, but it was funny. Sandra instantly did as she was told to. It was kind of hard for Mark and Jacko because they couldn’t watch the action all the time but had to keep looking up over their newspapers and around to make sure nobody was watching — nobody in a uniform, anyway, which was the main thing. Myself, I was pressing up against Maureen’s side and giving her a chance to feel another projection she was going to meet sooner or later. And I sure hoped it was going to be sooner because I was already desperate for my turn. The thing was, I couldn’t see any reason why we couldn’t take this pair down to the van later on — and I knew what was going to happen then, in every sweaty, pounding detail.
“Mmmm …. ” Jodi murmured happily as we all looked down at Sandra lapping away with her tongue like a thirsty bitch at a bowl of water “Not bad, Sandra. But what we all want to see now is how much cock you can get down your gullet when you really try. And I don’t want to alarm you but the pins will be waiting if I’m not convinced you’ve done your very, very best.”
In a moment that hair bun was lifting up and down as if it was a buoy on a gently rolling sea, with the waves quickly getting bigger. We could all hear the snorting sounds coming from her nose like a steam train pulling out of a station as she tried to find room in her throat for Jodi’s cock.
“Maureen, why don’t you encourage her on a bit,” Jodi suggested. “If you can’t think of anything to say perhaps we can jab something loose with the pin.”
I pressed the point home, as you might say, and Maureen was instantly inspired: “Suck him, Sandra, you slut! They’re all watching you do it, all the boys. They’re waiting to see him shoot a load of spunk right into your big mouth because you’re a slave and we’ve got to do every fucking thing they tell us to, understand?”
I guess she didn’t have much choice in what she had to say but I had to give her full marks for the enthusiastic way she said it. What made it most exciting was that she had no idea at all yet of what being a slave was really all about. She was going to learn though, and I guess Jodi was thinking the same way I was. He was starting to grunt with pleasure as Sandra’s mouth slid up and down his cock with her cheeks puckered in to prove how much she was trying. I could see her eyes tilted up to look at his face as she tried to judge how much she was pleasuring him — and whether it was enough to avoid getting her bum punctured afterwards.
“Somebody coming,” Jacko warned, anger in his voice.
“Nobody else look, keep your eyes down.” Jodi snapped. I could understand why he would be peeved about the interruption. “How many, how far, which direction?”
“Three kids, boys, about a hundred yards away, going up the slope, cutting across it. Probably coming within about twenty yards of us, the way they’re heading.”
“OK, Sandra, slow steady sucks for the time being but don’t stop.”
It seemed to take a long time before those bloody kids went past. They wandered past without taking a second look though, while Sandra kept on steadily bobbing her head over Jodi’s shaft. She was probably wondering whether she was going to become the biggest public attraction ever seen in the park. Or maybe having some of the pressure taken off her for a while was a help because she seemed to be getting all the way down with her slow strokes. Down far enough to have her lips touching Jodi’s hairs at any rate.
“All clear,” Jacko reported.
“Good,” Jodi said. “Maureen, get Sandra going again.”
She did: “Sandra, you cock sucking bitch, you get that prick down your throat like you do for Mitch! Get it really hot, the way Mitch wants it before he fucks you in his car. Suck it, you cock hungry slut!”
Oh, she was getting into the party spirit alright, no doubt about it. So was Jodi. He was holding Sandra’s coiled hair with both hands and forcing her up and down on his horn as she spluttered like a two stroke engine trying to fire up.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you later on, Sandra. If you only knew what we’re going to do to you two.”
It was a promise, a genuine promise. When we’d finished up here we’d march the pair of them down to the van. Then we’d put them in the back with the big mattress and lock a length of thin chain around their necks, with the chain running through a ring welded to the front wall. With that ahead and a piece of cane from behind they’d soon find themselves posing in ways they’d never even imagined, not yet.
Yeah, Jodi was bursting at the seams at the prospect of getting Sandra and Maureen into the van and so were the rest of us. But unlike us he had a girl desperately working to get him to blow his load into her throat. So it was no surprise at all when he erupted like a volcano; from the noise he made I thought Sandra might have spunk flying out of her ears as well as her mouth. She was coughing and wheezing for so long she must have swallowed a fair amount of it. Not that Jodi cared. He pulled his jeans back up, re-zipped them and stood up. Now he’d had his turn it was on for the rest of us. Will made the dark haired girl gasp with another touch of the pin.
“Shall I jab her?”
“No, I think she did pretty well for an amateur. Did you enjoy that, Sandra?”
“Yes, sir, it was great. I loved doing it for you.”
She was still coughing up gobs of white ooze onto the grass as she answered. Still she was certainly trying to do her best, customer service-wise.
“Look on the bright side, girl, at least it’s got the taste of coke out of your mouth. Now, who’s going to give Maureen something to play with?”
I reckon we all have preferred Sandra to her friend. On the other hand nobody cared as much about that as they did about getting blown out as soon as possible. Anyway Jodi gave me the nod and took my place on the net so I could get up against the tree. It seemed as strange as hell to be pulling down my pants out in the open. Jodi was right though, with the tree behind and the newspapers held open on either side it didn’t seem as if anybody could see us. Not that I was paying much attention after a while because Maureen turned out to be a fantastic little slurper, all lips and tongue and bright eyes, especially with Sandra telling her to blow me like a cock bandit — or else. In fact I got the net pulled back far enough for Sandra to be able to lean over and hold Maureen’s hair up so I could take a couple of clear shots of her with the polaroid.
Nothing like it: nice sunny afternoon, plenty of fresh air and having a girl help you take some souvenir snaps of her friend with her lips around your cock. Then I got them to change places so Maureen could take off Sandra’s dark glasses before I got her in the view finder. While that was developing I leaned back against the tree and watched Sandra swallowing my cock with the picture of Maureen doing the same thing still wet in my hand. Later on again Sandra grabbed Maureen’s tangle of hair and helped me give her mate a real face fucking. Can anybody wonder why I still remember Jodie with such respect? I mean, we’re talking a seriously misspent youth here.
Maybe the most amazing thing about the whole deal was that we had maybe an hour at the girls without hardly any need to delay the round robin rocks off. Sure, a couple of people went past, but never long enough to hold things up by more than a minute or two. By that stage Sandra had got a taste of my come as well, though I suppose it wouldn’t have had any different flavor to the five varieties she’d already sampled on her tongue. I guess maybe she was more concerned about her aching jawbone.
Maureen was having the same problem, made worse when she found herself trying to gargle with Will’s XXL sized cock. Watching her taking Will on was like watching a hunter trying to haul in a giant marlin: she was game but struggling. In the end we let Maureen take his bottom half corncob style while Sandra swallowed his helmet. Will was as happy as a daisy on a dunghill until we saw somebody else coming straight towards us. A woman, and what rang the alarm bells was that she was wearing exactly the same kind of overalls as Maureen and Sandra; same style, same color.
“Hey, girls, we’ve got a woman coming towards us, dressed like you. Tall, close cut silvery hair, mid forties maybe, big hips and a set of tits big enough to ski down. Do you know her?”
“Oh God!” Sandra sounded desperate. “It’s Martha — our leading hand. The boss must have sent her from the packing department to look for us. We said we were going into the park for our crib break.”
“Packing department, hey? What’s she packing on her chest deserves an entire department to herself. OK, guys, knives out and open but hidden. Let her come right up. Wherever she stops, I want a blade behind each knee straightaway. Hey, and girls, smile and say cheese.”
The girls couldn’t seem to believe what they were hearing. “For fuck’s sake, she can’t see us like this!” Sandra protested.
It was all too late by then, far too late. The woman had seen Sandra’s legs and Maureen’s legs, and the bottoms of their overalls. She came straight towards us, walking across the slope but still looking hot, tired and totally pissed off about the whole deal. Especially when she thought her two missing workers had stayed on in the park to talk to a bunch of boys. She came right up, looked down over the newspapers and the expressions that appeared on her face afterwards — well, if any actor could repeat them, she’d be bloody good one. Good enough for an Oscar as far as I’m concerned.
First it was anger at being put to so much trouble. Then open mouthed astonishment at the sight of Will’s bared cock rearing up with Maureen’s and Sandra’s fingers holding it. Blushing embarrassment at disturbing a thriving little orgy, wide eyed and looking around in astonishment that this could be going on in the middle of the park. But it was when she felt a knife blade touch her behind each knee that she began to comprehend what was really happening. Her eyes shot around, at Jacko, at me and then down at our knives against her legs. Finally, she looked at the girls again and saw the net. It’s not often you find a woman without a word to say but this was one of those rare times.
“Throw the newspapers over their heads,” Jodi said. Mark grabbed the papers we’d been reading and threw them across Will’s lap and on top of the girls’ heads.
“OK, ladies, back to work, otherwise we’ll have to do something you’ll regret.”
With the pins still held against their arses neither of them were prepared to argue the point — or the points. Martha saw the pins as well and looked even more like a cow with concussion, especially when the newspapers began rustling and sliding around. The leading hand sounded like distressed life stock as well, her breathing still heavy from quick walking in the hot sun. Well, there was a lot of her to move around.
Like Jodi had said, she had more front than Selfridges and hips you’d need a county surveyor to measure off. He was right about her age as well, forty plus. But Martha was no ruin, not by a long chalk. The building might be settling now and over extended in places but the original architecture had been a fine piece of work and was still worth looking at. I reckoned she might have been a swimmer — still might be — her legs were well muscled with hardly any hint of a belly underneath her overalls. No sign of popped veins in the soft skin my knife edge was leveled against. As for her face, apart from being flushed with exercise and shock, it was … well, older women, what words can you use? Not beautiful, not this one — not beautiful now and never had been. Good looking maybe once, even with her big nose and heavy jaw line. But always strong, you knew that with one look, always a strong person and made stronger with age, like fermenting liquor. Maybe surprised and a bit bewildered right now, yet not for long.
Yes, I admit it. Even back then I had a thing about older women, especially those with any sort of class. Screwing them to me was sex plus — sex plus a chance that maybe I could get some of their sophistication to rub off on me. And if I had my time over again I’d still think exactly the same way: a girl is a fuck, a woman is an experience. And that was about Jodie’s philosophy as well.
“Hello, Martha,” he said cheerfully. “You’ve come looking for your missing girls, have you? I’m sorry we detained them but they’re learning a new trade to fall back on in case you ever fire them. Incidentally, talking about falling back, have you ever heard about a horse being hamstrung? It was the way the peasantry in the middle ages dealt with the rich knights in their fancy armor. They’d slash the knight’s horses behind the knees with their sickles and the horses would fall down. Bad news for the knight because he ended up like your girls here, with sharp points in all the worse places. It was bad news for the horse as well because it could never walk again. You’ve no interest in being hamstrung, have you?”
Martha looked down again, to either side, at Jacko and me, and at the knifes rubbing against the back of her own knees. She was still trying to catch up on things and I couldn’t blame her, not having walked into what was virtually a rape scene and then getting a lesson in ancient history. Coupled of course, with a threat of immediate grievous bodily harm which would leave her crippled for life. It was all too much for one walk in the park. Still, say what you will, Jodi was always a prime example of the really useful things you can learn from a government run education system.
“Come on, Martha, say something, even if it’s only ‘hello’,” Jodi continued. “Better still, sit down and talk to us. It’s a lovely day for a chat.”
Maureen’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a goldfish that has suddenly realized its bowl is round and it’s spent a lifetime going nowhere. Until I stood up and pushed down on her shoulder. Again she looked as if she was trying to say something but then got down on her knees. She touched the net and plucked at it as if reassuring herself it was actually there.
“Who are you?”
“Oh, just strangers passing through: ships in the night,” Jodi answered casually. “You might say we’ve forcibly detained Maureen and Sandra so it’s not their fault they were late back for work. It won’t be yours either, so I guess you’ll have to think up some explanation. Maybe you could say the girls found a lost kid in the park and were trying to find who it belonged to. I’ll let you make up the rest of the story.”
Will grunted and lifted up one of the papers as if to check who was doing what. Then he lifted up one side so Martha could see Sandra and Maureen sharing his cock. Martha giggled, her fingertips touching her heavily lipsticked lips as she watched the girls giving Will the business.
“Your friend is a big lad.” She sounded remarkably calm.
“We all are,” Jodi came back. “That’s why we need a big girl like you to give us our daily exercise. How about it, Will, do you think you could work up a sweat shagging Martha?”
“Fucking right,” Will said happily. “Get the old bitch on her back with her legs wide open and I’ll fuck her until her false teeth rattle.”
Martha’s cheeks flushed a shade deeper than they already were but she rallied well: “No you won’t. I don’t have any false teeth.” Then she stretched out her right hand. There were gaudy rings on each finger and the long nails were painted as red as her lips: “Excuse me.”
I watched — as surprised, I guess, as the other guys — as she reached under the papers. I couldn’t see what she was doing but there was a kind of absorbed look on her face, like a housewife checking out the firmness of a piece of fruit on a market stall. Will grinned at her, stuck out his tongue and waggled the tip as a promise of what he’d like to do to her in return. Martha’s eyes lit up with the brilliance of a lighthouse’s windows on a moonless night.
“At least your cock is in better shape than your face, young man. But nobody is fucking me in the middle of a park. Isn’t there anywhere else we can go?”
Will looked at Jodi for an answer. Maybe he was stunned at Martha’s self spoken eagerness to be screwed at the earliest possible chance. The sun might be shining in a clear blue sky but it seemed to be raining women. Jodi smiled at our latest female acquisition.
“Now you mention it, we do have a Bedford van down there at the car park. And it just so happens there’s a double sized mattress in the back. I guess we could let Maureen and Sandra take you down there.”
She let go of Will’s cock: “Maureen and Sandra?”
“Oh, we’ll come along as well. But if you try to get away and they let you, we’ll take these rather naughty polaroid pics of the girls and pin them up on a church notice board somewhere before we leave town. I bet that would get plenty of people lifting up their eyes to the Lord.”
It was a statement which sure lifted up Maureen and Sandra’s eyes — and made them squeal in shock. Sandra’s head came up out of the sliding newspapers to protest and got her a smack on the ear from Will for neglect of duty: “Keep sucking, bitch!”
“No need for alarm, ladies,” Jodi said reassuringly. “All you’ve got to do is to finish off Will and then take Martha down to the van. Getting us all inside will be a bit of a squeeze but I guess we’ll manage. Then we’ll go for a little ride to a nice shady spot I know that’s not far away. We’ve got some pies and pop in the van so we can all have a nice little picnic and then go home.”
The girls seemed content to settle down to blowing Will again as Martha watched them with eyes as prominent as a dead cod’s. Jacko still had his knife on the back of her knee but Mark was holding her right hand and tracing circles in her palm with his fingertip. I guess my impression of Martha was that she was about as likely to try to run away from us as the average pools winner would be to return a winning check.
Jodi beckoned me with his finger and spoke quietly: “Get down to the van. When you see us coming open the doors and put a piece of sacking over the license plate. Hide the chains and the cane underneath the mattress for the time being.” He grinned. “I like to keep the best for last.”
“OK.” I stood up.
“Yeah, and pick up these bloody coke cans and paper bags and put them in a rubbish bin. I can’t stand people with dirty habits.”
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See Kitty Karsen Naked Now! Click Here!!“This was just to easy,” thought Vic Tabor, as he carefully opened the unlocked window on the first floor of the secluded farm house. Climbing silently into the dark room, he snapped on a small but powerful flashlight and surveyed the surroundings, and pulled out an old pillow case from inside his coat. Moving quickly to the buffet, he found a drawer full of expensive antique silver ware, which he quickly looted of it’s booty. Over the desk, a bill fold was emptied of all credit cards and two hundred dollars in cash. “Not bad for five minutes work,” he said half out loud, while getting ready to leave by the same way he had entered. All at once Vic was interrupted by the sudden flash of a light being turned on and the sound of a man’s voice! “Who’s there,” the man yelled?!? Frozen for a second, Vic looked over his shoulder to see a man of about forty five standing in the far doorway. “Hey,” shouted the man, “what are you doing in here?!?” Now turning to face him, Vic reached into his pocket and produced a snub nosed .38. “Hold it right there pal,” he said with a snarl, “don’t move and nobody gets hurt!!” Coming up behind the man, Vic could see the outline of a woman who asked, “What’s going on Howard,” while peaking over his shoulder? “Get over here lady,” Vic ordered the woman, “both of you,” he said, “and get those hands up!” Faye and Howard Wells both slowly lifted their arms and walked over to the middle of the now brightly lit dining room. “What are you going to do with us,” asked and obviously shaken Howard Wells? Ignoring his question, Vic asked, “Anybody else in the house?” “No,” answered Faye a little to quickly! Vic looked the two of them over for a minute, trying to decide what to do with them when Faye pleaded, “Just go, we won’t say anything!!!” “Yeah sure, lady,” replied a more than skeptical Vic! How could he make sure that they never would finger him, that was the problem! Just then another voice echoed through the room, “Mom, what’s going on?” Standing in the doorway was a girl about eightteen years old. Looking over at Faye, he smiled, and turned back to the girl and said, “Come on in and join the party!” Chelsea Wells, now grasping the situation at hand, joined her parents in the middle of the dining room. “Any more surprises,” question Vic? “No, she’s our only daughter, please leave her alone,” cried out Faye, as she held her daughter tight! Looking the three of them over, Vic smiled, because he had come up with a plan!
“Got a camera,” Vic asked? “A 35mm and a video camera, why,” asked Howard Wells? “Get me the video camera,” he told Faye, “right now, and no tricks!” Faye practically ran into the family room, returning with the camera and battery pack. Taking the camera from her, Vic turned it on and hit the rewind button. While he was waiting for the tape to rewind, he pointed the .38 at them and said, “Everybody strip, all your clothes, off, now!!!” All three Wells’ looked at each other and then slowly removed their pajamas. “W-w-why do you want us to take off our clothes,” asked Faye fearing the worst? “Just do it,” snapped Vic! When all three were naked, Vic took his time in checking out their bodies. Faye, even though she was in her forties, had kept herself in good shape, with dark brown hair, fat tits, plump butt, and nice, if not slender legs, along with a pretty face which made for a very attractive woman indeed! Howard, being a farmer, had one of those dumb farmer tans that looked ridiculous when he was shirtless. He was however, heavily muscled with just a slight paunch hanging over a nice sized dick. The best was for last! Chelsea, the eighteen year old was a knockout! Slim with big tits, pretty face framed by blond hair, a thin blond bush that couldn’t hide her pouty pussy lips, tight little ass, and long slim legs that were enough to give any man an instant woody! “I can see from the pictures on the wall that you’re all church goers, am I right,” asked Vic? “Yes we are,” answered back Howard. “Well, as you can see we have a problem here, I can’t just leave hoping you won’t call the cops. You’ve seen my face and I can’t take that chance. On the other hand I don’t want to kill you, not over a lousy bunch of silver ware! So, the question of the day is, how can I be sure that you won’t go to the cops as soon as I leave here? The answer is right here in my hand. I’m going to take some rather, how should I say it, explicit home movies of you three in action! If I get picked up by the cops and charged with this burglary, copies of this tape will be sent to every member of your church!” “You wouldn’t dare,” cried Chelsea Wells! “It’s either that, or a bullet,” shot back Vic, “take your choice!”
Chelsea, trying to cover herself, hid behind her mother and father. The two adults looked uncertainly at each other, both realizing that there was no way out of this mess, except to do what they were told. “Let’s go into the living room and get comfortable,” ordered Vic. The three captives walked slowly into the next room, with Vic bringing up the rear. “We’ll start out nice and easy,” said Vic, “you, mom and pop, over to the sofa.” “You kid, take that big chair,” and they all moved to the places Vic had indicated. “Now momma, let’s see you give pops here some head!” Very slowly, almost in slow motion, Faye lowered he head into her husband’s lap and gingerly took his soft cock into her mouth. “Come on bitch, suck him harder,” Vic commanded! Faye Wells looked up at her husband’s face with sad eyes, but went to work sucking his now growing member. As her mother was sucking her father, Chelsea looked away, not wanting to see her parents being degraded. “Hey kid, what’s your name,” asked Vic? “Chelsea,” she answered back in a soft voice. “Well Chelsea, I don’t want you to feel left out, so I want you to watch momma and daddy and play with that cute little slit while you’re doing it,” ordered Vic! “No, please don’t make me,” she cried, as she turned and looked away. “Pops, better tell Chelsea here that she better do as she’s told or bang bang,” said Vic! “Please, honey,” pleaded her dad, “do what he says!” Slowly the young girl turned to face here parents. By now the prick in her mother’s mouth had grown to it’s full eight inches, and her mother was moving her head up and down as she deep throated her husbands cock. Chelsea spread her legs and started rubbing her cunt with her middle finger, while Vic was busy video taping the events as they unfolded in front of him. “Rub your clit for the camera, you little cunt,” ordered Vic to Chelsea. The girl found her hard little nub and ran her finger over and around it, causing her to gasp. “Hey folks,” chortled Vic, “little Chelsea’s gonna blow her nut on TV!”
Even though they were being force to have sex in front of a a stranger and their daughter, the sex drive was just to powerful for them to ignore! Howard was now breathing hard, groaning every few seconds as his wife worked on his big dick. Chelsea could see from the way that her mother was sucking it, that she was a very experienced cocksucker! Her own little slit was now virtually on fire, from watching her own parents doing oral sex! “Don’t cum in her mouth,” Vic intoned, “when you cum, pull it out and shoot it on her face, we want everyone to see what a good little cocksucker your wife is!” Faye could feel Howard’s nuts tighten up, indicating he was getting ready to shoot his load, and while she usually swallowed his cum, this time she pulled the pecker from her mouth and jacked it hard, holding her face close so it would catch the first blast of cum! Groaning, “I’m cumming,” Howard emptied his nut sack all over Faye’s cheek and open mouth! Seeing her mother take a face full of cum, Chelsea let loose with a low moan as she frigged her hot slit to a very satisfying cum! Catching all the sound and action live on tape, Vic applauded their performance! “Great job, guys,” he laughed, “real academy award winning stuff!!!”
Hoping that their ordeal was over, they got up and reached for their night clothes, but were stopped when Vic said, “Not so fast, I’ve still got some blank tape here, and I think we ought to fill it up!” Pointing the .38 at Chelsea, Vic asked, “Have you ever sucked a pussy?” Before she could answer, Vic point to her mother and said, “Over there, and eat it, right now!!!” Faye started to protest, but Vic point the gun again at her daughter, and she quickly shut her mouth! Faye lay back with her legs spread, exposing a hairy brown thatch of pubic fur, and even under all this duress, her slit was wet with pussy juice, the result of having Howard’s cock in her mouth. Chelsea got down on her knees and bent over, placing her mouth directly on her mother’s wet cunt. She had always wondered what it would be like to taste a pussy, and now she was finding out! Her nostrils were filled with the aroma of fresh cunt juice, and it was intoxicating! Working her tongue up and down her mother’s slit, both women were soon entranced by the situation. Although she didn’t want to, Faye knew that it was useless for her to resist having an orgasm, because whenever she got her cunt eaten, it was only a matter of time until her pussy would be shaken by a huge climax. Pushing her cunt against her daughter’s mouth, Faye let her know how urgently she needed to cum. Chelsea, sensing her mother’s need, licked and nibbled on her erect clitoris harder! Faye’s guttural moaning gave away an shred of decency. She needed to cum badly, and now didn’t care who was watching her! Vic kept the camera rolling, and encouraged the two women on, while Howard was silently watching his daughter orally satisfy her mother and his wife, and ashamedly he had to admit it was exciting, and his own erection gave him away! Seeing this, Vic said, “Get behind the little cunt and fuck her from the rear!” Now almost on automatic pilot, Howard dropped to his knees behind his daughter’s cute little ass. Her cunt, glistening with moisture, was unbelievably beautiful! Taking his cock in hand, he slid it up and down her lips, teasing her with his big head. Finally settling over her hole, he slowly sank deep into her crack. She let out a loud moan as the huge pecker forced it’s way into her tight cunt. Howard started stroking with slow rhythmic strokes, gradually increasing the pace as he went on. By now all three family members were in a state of sexual frenzy! Faye was bucking her hips forward trying to get her daughter’s mouth to suck even harder, and Howard was now using his own daughter as his own personal fuckdoll! He was now slamming his meat clear to the hilt with piston like strokes! Chelsea for her part was wild with lust, and she couldn’t get enough of the hot cunt in her mouth, and the feeling of getting fucked doggy style by her own father was sending her over the edge! Vic panned in for tight close ups of the quickly moving crotches, focusing on Chelsea’s cute little pussy. Faye was the first one to go when she screamed, “God you’re eating my pussy and I’m cumming in your mouth!” She nearly smothered Chelsea when she reached up and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her tight against her pussy lips! Hearing her mother cum, Chelsea’s cunt spasmed around the tube of fuck flesh deep in her pussy. Her orgasm was deep and long, the result of a pussy in her mouth and a big dick deep inside of her! Howard, although he was pretty much gone by now, had the good sense to pull his cock out of his daughter’s pussy when he shot his load and sprayed it all over her pretty little ass, his cum running down the crack of her butt!!! “Got it all, got it all,” Vic shouted!!!
Taking the tape from the camera, Vic held it out for all of them to see. “If I ever even think you talked, you’re history! I’ll send this tape to everyone you know, and even some you don’t!! Be cool, and so will I!!!” With those final words, Vic picked up his bag and went out the back door into the night. Still naked, the terrified family hugged each other and slipped on their night clothes. It was three in the morning and time to go back to bed!
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Guys, check out these pictures I took on hike up to my favorite mountain. Sometimes, I just need to get away from it all and go some place where it’s peaceful and quiet. That’s exactly what I could use today. I just got home after my morning classes. I’m wide awake but completely tired. You know that feeling when your eyes hurt because they’re tried - that’s how I feel. My head feels stuffed up and it’s pounding. I feel like I’m hungover without drinking. I’m definitely not in the mood to go to my afternoon class but I probably will anyways.
Anyways, on a much lighter note - if you want to see more of me (and who wouldn’t - I’m just that cute) you can go check out Kitty Karsen, my naughty adult website. There you can see all my pictures and even videos of me getting into a little trouble, if you know what I mean. I may be tiny in size but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to get in big trouble.
I think that’s all I have for today. I think I’m just going to go lay down on my bed and shut my eyes. I know I won’t fall asleep but maybe that’ll help. I’ll see you soon, hopefully when I’m in a much better mood.
See Kitty Karsen Naked Now! Click Here!!“Well, I’m happy to see that your shorthand and typing skills are up to snuff, Miss Egan, now how are you on a computer,” asked the interviewer!?! “Very good,” Melanie replied, “I’ve had extensive training on all of the major business soft wear products and am familiar with all types of pc’s!!!” Dee Waller drummed her fingers on her desk while studying Melanie Knox’s file, set it down, and began slowly, “You realize that the position you are applying for is that of executive secretary for Stanton Ingalls, the chief operating officer of this firm?!?” Melanie nodded her head and replied, “Yes, I feel that I have all of the qualifications necessary to do a excellent job for Mr. Ingalls, I’ve been in the business for twelve years now, and feel I’m ready for the big time!!!” Leaning back in her chair with her fingers interlaced behind her head, Miss Waller continued carefully, “This is a delicate position, and one that requires the utmost in discretion, Mr. Ingalls will be entrusting you with many confidential details of the inner workings of our company!!!” I understand perfectly,” Melanire replied, “my behavior at my previous employment has been above reproach, so I feel Mr. Ingalls can hire me with the utmost confidence!!!” “I’m sure of that,” Dee went on, “but the job also requires, ah, how should I put it, a more hands on and personal relationship with Mr. Ingalls!!!”
“I-I’m not sure what you mean,” Melanie stammered, a little confused at the direction the conversation had taken!!! “Now, Miss Egan, you’re a bright young woman,” Dee Waller replied smoothly, “just how much does a top flight executive secretary make these days!?!” “I don’t know exactly,” Melanie replied slowly, “I’d say between forty and sixty thousand per year, depending on length of service and all!!!” “I’d say you’re about right,” Dee replied quickly, “so haven’t you wondered why this position carried a salary of over one hundred thousand dollars per year plus benefits, that’s nearly double what the position normally pays!?!” “Well, I guess I haven’t really given it much thought,” Melanie replied slowly, “so I take it these “personal duties” are what makes the job worth so much!!!” “Now you’re getting the picture,” Dee Waller answered, “are you still interested, if not, you may get up and leave with no hard feelings what so ever from our side!?!” “No,” she replied, “I’m still interested, but I would like to hear exactly what I’d be getting myself into!!!” A small smile spread over Dee Waller’s face and opined, “That’s a very sensible reaction, so here’s the deal!!!”
“I don’t know what you’ve heard about Stanton Ingalls,” Miss Waller went on, “but let me tell you this, from personal experience he is one of the most dynamic individuals you will ever have the pleasure of meeting, but along with his overwhelming personality and drive, also comes his penchant for over indulgence!!!” “His needs in these instances can be almost ravenous,” she intoned, “and you must always be willing and able to do what ever is necessary to fill those particular needs, am I making myself clear on the subject!?!” “Melanie sat back in her chair a little stunned, she HAD wondered why the salary had been so high, but it had never even crossed her mind that she might have to be sexually involved with her boss, so she asked for a little clarification, “You mean I’ll have to sleep with him!?!” “And more,” Dee replied softly, “much,
much, more!!!” “W-what more could he ask of me,” she asked quizzically?!? Now leaning forward in her chair, Dee looked Melanie in the eye and said, “Honey, Mr. Ingalls is going to be traveling the world, and taking you everywhere he goes, it’s the chance of a lifetime, you’ll go places and see thing you never even dreamed about, but if you want this job, you’ll have to do what he says and when he says it!!!” “I’m afraid,” she continued on, “that at times Mr. Ingalls will ask you to be with other people, both male and female, but I promise you, most women would kill for this opportunity, and by the way, the last secretary he had lasted almost five years and retired with million dollar severance package!!!” Melanie sat still, not moving a muscle as she tried to comprehend all that had been dumped in her lap in the last fifteen minutes, it was one thing to fuck the boss, but a whole other kettle of fish to sleep with other woman!!!
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Melanie,” Dee Waller asked softly, “is there anything else you’d like to ask me?!?” After taking a deep breath, Melanie replied, “I-I’ll have to admit I’m a little leery of the whole thing, but I’ve never had sex with another woman, I’m totally heterosexual so I’d hate to get hired and then fail to keep up my end of the bargain, if you know what I mean!!!”
“Of course I do, dear,” Dee said in a voice just above a whisper, “we would never send anyone to meet Mr. Ingalls personally without being completely sure that that person could handle every aspect of the job, including the one you are worried about!!!” “But how……….,” Melanie said as her voice trailed off!?! Again, looking Melanie straight in the eye, Dee Waller replied evenly, “We would have to find out right here and now if you’re the right woman for the job, if you don’t think you can handle it, there’s the door!!!”
“No,” Melanie answered quickly, “I’ll try, but how…………….?!?” Now returning to her soft understanding tone of voice, Dee said softly, “Okay, hon, stand up, lift your skirt, and show me your panties, please!!!” “Right here,” Melanie said incredulously, “w-what if somebody walks in!?!” “I’ve already taken the liberty of locking the door,” Dee replied, “so it you’re ready, show me, please!!!” Slowly Melanie stood up and with a quickly turning red face, she lifted her skirt by the hem and pulled it high over her waist, exposing her panty clad pussy to this complete stranger!
“Mmmmmmm,” Dee hummed, “you wear very pretty under things, and from the looks of it, you’re a true redhead!!!” Her cheeks already were matching her hair, but she still managed to reply, “I am a true redhead, do you think Mr. Ingalls would like that?!?” “Honey,” she answered softly, “Stanton Ingalls loves them red, blonde, black and brunette, but I can assure you that he’ll positively adore your panty cover vagina, now come over here and let me feel your warmth!!!”
“Oh my,” Melanie gasped as Dee Waller leaned over and kissed her vagina through her while lace panties, “t-that feels very nice, I can’t believe I like it!!!” Dee just chuckles a little while she tugged the flimsy under garment off of Melanie’s hips and said, “If you like that, you’re gonna love this,” as she sat Melanie down on the desk in front of her and buried her mouth in the carrot colored bush between her thighs!!!” “God help me,” Melanie moaned, “you do that better than any man I’ve ever had, and you know just where to put your tongue, ohhhhhhhhhhh, myyyyyy!!!”
She felt like a total tramp, but she didn’t even care, the only thing that mattered now was making sure that this cunt lapping interviewer sucked her to an orgasm!!! While her mind was racing at light speed, she realized that this woman to woman thing wouldn’t be a problem at all, and that even if she didn’t get the job, she was going to have to find herself a little pussy licker just like Dee!!! At first she had been a little reticent about letting another woman tongue her, but incredibly, now she was overtly shoving her dripping cunt forward so that Dee Waller could put the most pressure possible on her hot clit!!!
As the muscles in her cuant began to contract wildly, it crossed Melanie’s mind that she wouldn’t mind getting a job as Dee Waller’s private secretary, as there were certainly a few fringe benefits
that immediately sprang to mind!!! “I-I’m cumming,” Melanie stammered, as her pussy drenched the lips and cheeks of the hot cunt lapper, “you’re sucking me to a hot, hard, fucking cum, my clit is so fucking hard, oh yes, do it for me, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The it was over, just like that, and now her cunt was twitching like crazy as it attempted to relax after the crushing orgasm had just totally ripped it to shreds!!! “So,” Dee said softly, “you like having a girl suck you off, you think it’s really nice, huh!?!” “Oh, yes,” Melanie said softly, “it was the next best thing to heaven!!!” “So you think you can handle it,” Dee asked, “it was no problem, right?!?” “I’m sure I’m ready,” Melanie replied, “bring him on!!!” “You’re getting closer,” Dee
Waller answered back, “but there is one more hurdle for you to clear!!!” “What else is there,” Mealnie asked, “I had sex with a woman and actually I loved it!?!” “No,” Dee corrected her, “I had sex with you, you just sat back and let me eat your pussy, it could have been anybody doing it, but the real test is when you eat this,” as she raised her own dress and exposed a very hairy brown snatch that was already gaping open in excitement!!!
“Y-you want me to suck you off,” Melanie asked doubtfully?!? “Honey, think about it,” Dee chided her gently, “it’s gotta be a prerequisite, and you know it, so let’s get to it if you think you can!!!” Melanie gulped once and said, “Let’s trade places!!!” Melanie had seen some hair pies
in her day, but Dee Waller had the hairiest pussy she had ever seen, but for some reason, as she moved her mouth towards the furry target, she didn’t feel any revulsion at all, in fact, she took a deep breath and her nostrils flared as the aroma of fresh hot pussy filled her lungs!!! “My god, girl,” Melanie whispered, “you have a fucking forest growing down here!!!” “D-do you like it,” Dee asked hopefully, “the men all love it!?!” No answer was forthcoming as Melanie’s mouth made contact which muffled any sound she may have even thought about making!!! Soon the loud slurping sounds of Melanie’s tongue on Dee Waller’s cunt were the only ones audible in the small office, which was soon followed by the soft insistent moans of the hairy pussied cunt lapper!!! “Are you sure you haven’t done this before,” Dee gasped, “you know just where my clit is!?!” Lifting her face to reply, Melanie said sweetly, “You have a lovely vagina, Dee, and I must say, I just adore putting my mouth on your sex organs!!!” “Jesus,” Dee moaned loudly, “I-I just love hearing you talk like that!!!” After giving her a few more hard sucks, Melanie looked back up and asked in a little girl’s voice, “Like how, you mean like when I talk about how pretty your crotch is and how cute it looks when it’s all bulged out and wet?!?” “Oh, yes,” Dee fairly gasped,
“j-just like that, you make me feel like such a pussy!!!” After a few more licks, Melanie whispered, I think this big hairy cunt qualifies you as a pussy, would you like to cum now, dear, should Melanie finish off your pussy with her tongue?!?” It was a rhetorical question really, one that Dee Waller never even tried to answer, as she was too busy having one of the best and longest lasting climaxes she had ever experienced!!! Melanie’s entire face was smeared with sweet cunt juice from Dee’s drooling pussy, but it was her tongue that was doing all of the damage as it bored in hard and fast on the erect little clit that was straining like mad to bring it’s owner a mind numbing orgasm!!!
When it was over, Melanie kept her mouth attached to Dee’s pussy, luxuriating in the taste and smell that the female orgasm had created!!! “You really do like it, don’t you,” Dee asked while running her hand through Melanie’s long soft hair?!? “Reluctantly pulling her mouth form the still shaky cunt, Melanie replied softly, “Yeah, I guess I do, I really do!!!” “Well now is as good a time as any to tell you,” Dee said!!! “What,” Melanie asked, “tell me what!?!” “I left out one minor detail in our interview,” Dee explained softly, “Stanton Ingalls has two executive secretaries, I’m one, and if you’ll take the job, you’re number two!!!” Melanie just stared at Dee
Waller for a moment or two, letting what she had just heard sink in, “You mean we get to stay together,” she asked excitedly!?! Nodding her head and flashing a huge smile, Dee replied happily, “I’m the “other female” you might have to sleep with, is that okay with you!?!” Again, no sound came out of Melanie’s mouth, because it was already filled with the hot wet pussy of Dee Waller, and that was the answer to that!!!
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