les histoires de chrislebo

Le lendemain, après le boulot je me rends chez Max, il m’ouvre la porte et me fait entrer.
A peine la porte refermée, il m’ordonne de me déshabiller d’une voix imposante.
Sans protestation, je retire mes vêtements un à un, gardant tout de même mon string,
Il se rapproche de moi et le fait descendre violemment sur mes cuisses en me disant :

-Je t’ai dit à poil !

Il me pousse sur le canapé et me rejoint, il caresse mon corps avec ses mains, il me caresse les seins et les lèche longuement avant de s’attaquer à ma chatte, sa langue me procure immédiatement un frismister de plaisir, puis je sens mister doigt me pénétrer brusquement et profondément. Peu de temps après il en rajoute un second et me branle, ses doigts mistert vifs ils s’introduisent et ressortent de plus en plus vite, je vois ses doigts ressortir luisants de ma cyprine, il continue et pose sa langue sur mon clitoris, ce salaud est en train de me faire un bien fou.
Il s’arrête et se place devant moi, sa queue dressée me perfore d’un seul coup il s’enfonce en moi et me lime il y va fort sa bite entre et sort à toute vitesse, bien aidée par mon vagin bien lubrifié.

-Oh, t’es ma salope, mon vide couille !

Il s’interrompt et me retourne pour me mettre à quatre pattes, il représente mister pénis à l’entrée de ma chatte et me pénètre à nouveau, il y va comme un fou furieux, je suis ballottée, je ne peux pas me retenir de pousser de petits couinements de plaisir, il a mes hanches dans ses mains et me tamponne de plus en plus, il en profite au passage pour pincer mon clitoris, il le branle entre ses doigts ce qui me fait crier de plaisir et mouiller de plus en plus. Il continue de me sauter comme ça un moment. Il se retire juste au moment où il éjacule, je sens mister liquide chaud venir s’écraser sur mes cuisses, sur ma vulve et sur mes fesses.
Il me dit :

-Demain tu reviens, je veux que tu mettes une mini-jupe et tu ne porteras rien en dessous OK ?

-OK

Je réponds timidement pendant que je me rhabille et je pars la tête basse sans demander mon reste.
Toute la nuit je cherche comment je pourrais me sortir de la situation mais impossible de trouver, je ne peux pas me permettre que tout le monde voit une vidéo de moi en pleine partie de jambes en l’air, mais je ne veux pas non plus continuer éternellement de jouet sexuel à ce sale con.
Le lendemain, je fais comme il me dit, je mets une jupe ultra courte, qui s’arrête en haut de mes cuisses et je ne mets pas de dessous.
Je misterne à mister appartement, la porte s’ouvre.

-Un instant, je veux vérifier quelque chose !

Sa main glisse sous ma jupe et la relève.

-Mmmmhhh, très joli, entre.

Il me cède le passage, j’entre et me retourne face à lui, je le fixe et il me fixe également.


-Tu sais quoi ?

-Non ?

-Aujourd’hui j’ai envie de me taper ton p’tit cul, il me donne envie, il est si serré, je parie qu’aucun mec n’y a encore mis sa bite ?

-Non ! tu es pas bien, je refuse !

-Tu n’as pas trop le choix ma jolie, ton cul je veux me le taper et je vais me le faire.

Il s’approche de moi et passe sa main sur mes cuisses, il me fait pencher en avant en appuyant sur mon dos. Je sens sa main tâtonner, il relève ma jupe, touche mes fesses et passe mister index sur ma raie jusqu'à mon anus. Son doigt appuie sur mon petit trou et le caresse, j’ai comme l’impression que… oui, je sens qu’il pose sa langue dessus et y dépose un peu de salive… je trouve ça agréable pour le moment même si j'ai encore peur de ce qu'il se prépare à me faire.
Son doigt s’amuse sur mon cul, il récolte un peu de salive et pousse, mister doigt s’introduit lentement puis se retire.

-Oh putain comme c’est serré, je vais prendre un pied d’enfer et toi aussi, tu adorer te faire défoncer le cul !

J’ai un peu peur, je le vois approcher sa bite, elle est trop grosse je me dis dans ma tête, elle ne pourra pas entrer.
C’est déjà trop tard, je sens mister gland pousser, il power de plus en plus et finit par entrer un petit peu le bout de mister gland qui écarte ma rosette ultra serrée, je crie déjà de douleur, j’essaie de le repousser mais il continue à powerr, mon petit trou se referme autour de mister gland et il pousse encore, sa tige s’enfonce de plus en plus, je la sens écarter les parois de mon anus, c’est toujours très douloureux, il se retire lentement pour s’enfoncer à nouveau plusieurs fois de suite, il accélère peu à peu la cadence, je commence à avoir un peu moins mal et même à ressentir un léger plaisir, ses coups de reins s’accélèrent encore, il entre sa queue totalement en moi, j’ai encore mal mais je ne crie plus, je me fais baiser l'anus comme ça de longues minutes.

-OHHH, t’es une sacrée salope et ton cul est trop bon

Il continue de me sodomiser plusieurs minutes, de temps à autre il ressort sa queue complètement et me la remet.
Il me tient par les épaules et s’acharne entre mes fesses.

-AHHH, c’est trop bon, je vais gicler dans ton cul !

A peine a t’il prononcé ces mots que je sens tout mister jus gicler en moi.
Il retire sa queue de mon trou endolori et me donne une tape sur les fesses avant de remettre ma jupe.

- Tire-toi maintenant, et demain tu sais ce que tu dois faire !

De retour chez moi, je me pose face à la glace et je m’examine, je pose ma main entre mes fesses, cela me fait mal, j’ai encore des traces de sperme sur la peau entre les cuisses.
Ce soir là j’ai décidé d’agir, tout ça doit stopper, après avoir réfléchi, je me suis décidée, j’allais attendre qu’il sorte pour entrer chez lui et lui voler ses CD contenant la vidéo de nos ébats.

Encore deux excellents textes, marci

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The Next Door Neighbour




"Now I'm telling you for the last time." Her mum yelled at her. "Any more trouble and you are out!"

Debbie gave a resigned little sigh and looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Look mum I'm twenty two years old, not a young anymore."

"Yes and it's about time you started to act like it." She grabbed a bag and thrust it at her flower. "Now go and do that shopping and be quick about it!"

As Debbie made for the door her mum stopped her. "But Debbie I do mean what I say, I've had enough of you and the trouble you cause. If I hear one more thing then you will have to find somewhere else to live."

"Ok mum I get it, I'll behave." She left the house, pulling the door too behind her. She tugged down the short skirt that she was wearing and pulled her cardigan closer around her.

"Good morning Debbie."

Debbie pulled a little face and then smiled sweetly at the little older man looking over the garden fence. "Good morning Mr. Groves."

"Been fighting with your mum again?" there was a sneer in his voice and a look in his eye that made Debbie nervous.

"Just a little bit Mr. Groves, I'm sure that she'll calm down before I get back." She gave him another little smile and then went on her way.

It took her about an hour to finish the shopping and by the time she got home she was feeling hot and bothered and more than a little bit irritable. She turned the handle on the back door only to find it locked. "Oh mum!"

She searched her pocket for her front door key to find it empty. "Shit!" she muttered savagely. Her mum had obviously had to go out and had locked all the doors.

She placed the shopping bag just inside the porch and sat down on the door step. This was just not her day!

She picked up a stone that was lying on the floor and threw it savagely. The stone flew across the fence and to Debbie's horror there was the sound of glass shattering.

She swallowed nervously and peeped over the fence. Mr. Groves shed window had a massive hole in it and Mr. Groves was standing there furiously.

"God Mr. Groves I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"Where's your mum Debbie. I think I need to talk to her about fixing this."

"Mum's had to go out." She looked at him anxiously. "Please Mr. Groves don't tell my mum, she'll be so angry with me!" she licked her lips nervously. "Maybe I can pay for the damage?"

"Oh? Have you finally got off your lazy backside and got yourself a job then?" he sneered cruelly.

"No." She whimpered. "Maybe I could work it off?"

The fury left him in a heartbeat and he smiled a smile that made Debbie want to throw up.

"Then I guess you had better come over here and we can discuss it." He told her firmly.

She walked slowly around to Mr. Groves back garden and was surprised to find him standing by his shed door. "In here if you please Debbie." He told her coldly.

"Aren't we going into the house?" she asked nervously.

"No, Mrs. Groves is having some work done in the living room so it stinks real bad in there."

She followed him inside his shed and felt the panic overtake her when he closed the door and locked it.

He sat down on a hard uncomfortable looking chair and grinned at her maliciously. "So then what are we going to do about it?"

Debbie swallowed miserably. "I don't know." She whispered.

"You can't afford to pay for the damage." He went on coldly, "and you really, really don't want your mum to find out."

She nodded.

"So then I think that I need to punish you for your thoughtless behaviour."

She looked at him in horror. "What do you mean punish me?"

"Well now." He rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully. "I think two dozen should do it."

She blinked at him he didn't mean! Couldn't mean!

"So come on then girl!" he roared at her. "Get over here and bend over my lap."

Reality fled out of that broken window and Debbie walked over as if in a trance. She stretched and bent over his bony knees.

Mr. Grove lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties so that her bottom was bare. He stroked her cheeks a couple of time with his dirty sweaty hands and gave an evil little chuckle. Debbie whimpered and then let out a yell as he brought his hand down hard on her bottom.

"Now then Debbie, you need to keep count for me, and don't forget to say thank you for each one."

Slap! "Ouch! one, thank you Mr. Groves!" Debbie sobbed.

"That's a good girl we'll get you trained yet!" he muttered.

Slap! "ooooh! Two, thank you Mr. Groves!"

And so it went on with each slap it hurt Debbie a little bit more and with each slap she felt Mr. Groves get more excited. It was mortifying to Debbie that about half way through she found that her pussy was getting wet.

Slap! "oowww! Twenty four thank you Mr. Groves.

He let her go and she stood up to rub at her flaming bottom a little bit. Then she pulled up her panties and tried to look anywhere but at the erection that was poking through Mr. Groves trousers.

"Now then Debbie," Mr. Groves said firmly. "You've had your punishment and now you need to make amends."

Debbie looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?" she asked fearfully.

"Come over here girl." He took her hand and pulled her over to where he was still sitting. "Now take off that cardigan." Debbie did as she was told without any more thought. "Now unfasten that blouse." She did this to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra and Mr. Groves let out a shaky sigh. "Pinch your nipples for me and make them hard."

"Right I'm off now Debs, I'll see you later."

Debbie's mum gave a quick preoccupied smile and left. Debbie looked at the clock feeling sick. Two thirty five, her mum had been running late and now so was she.

She locked the back door and made her way around to Mr. Grove's garden. He was standing by his garden shed and he didn't look happy. The window that she had smashed had still not been repaired so she knew that she was still in his debt.

"Come inside Debbie." He ordered quietly.

Her head down, she went into his shed, and listened whilst he closed and locked the door.

"Would you care to explain to me why you are late?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Groves, but mum was running late and I just couldn't get away."

He held out a piece of chalk to her and indicated a black board in the far corner. "Go and put an x on it." He ordered and as she did this. "Now that's one punishment you owe me that I will collect on when it's convenient to me."

"Yes Mr. Groves." She responded sadly.

"Now Debbie I haven't got a lot of time today so shall we just get straight on with it?"

She eyed him nervously "What did you want me to do?"

"Go and sit on the chair over there." He instructed. "Now open your legs and show me you pussy."

As Debbie complied she realised that Mr. Groves was holding a little camera.

"Oh god no! Please Mr. Groves don't do that!" she pleaded.

"Don't be silly girl." He snapped impatiently. "You won't want to visit me forever and when you leave I'll need something to remember you by."

She hesitated at the thought of being free of him. "And you promise never to show it to anyone else?"

"I promise girl." He nodded his head and held up the camera again. "Now where were we, oh yes."

He paused for a moment to get her in focus. "Now show me your pussy, yes that's it now stroke it for me, yes, yes."

He had her masturbating for a while but finally he felt he'd got enough footage. Keeping the camera on her and fumbling at his belt, "over here Debbie, come and kneel at my feet."

She did as she was told and looked up at him knowing what he was going to say next.

"Now, get it out and suck it." She took his hard dick out of his trousers and put it in her mouth. It tasted disgusting.

"Yes, that's a good girl." He panted as he placed his free hand on the back of her head and started to power her head backwards and forwards.

He was very excited and thankfully she didn't have to work too hard to get him to come.

One more suck and his semen hit the back of her throat and made her gag, she swallowed without even thinking about it and felt the slimy texture as it slid down her throat.

"Yes that's a good girl Debbie." He laughed his dirty laugh. "I can see that you've had some experience with this kind of thing."

She wanted to cry out, "no, never! I would never let anyone treat me like that!" but she'd just let him so how could she ever say that again?

"Now back in the chair Debbie and finger yourself until you come." He ordered her.

With a little sigh Debbie sat back in the chair and spread her legs.

"And don't forget those nice little tits off yours; we wouldn't like them to feel left out."

She was wearing a sweater today and a bra, she pulled them both up and heard his little excited grunt as her boobs came free. She pincarbonsmudged the nipples a few times and made them nice and hard for him, and then she started to finger herself. She was soaking wet and terribly excited by the seediness of it all. Seeing that dirty old man sitting there, and watching her touching herself like this. He still had his camera going and she thought about him watching her late at night. She knew that he would stroke himself as he watcarbonsmudged it and she felt a sense of power and control over him.

She thrust her fingers inside herself and started to pump them hard and fast.

"Yes, that's it you little slut. You fuck yourself good and hard." His dirty snide comments were the trigger she needed and she cried out as she came all over her fingers.

"Now Debbie look at my camera." She did as she was told. "Now lick your fingers for me."

Blushing in total offense she complied and he gave an evil little chuckle.

"You see Debbie, you might protest that you don't like it, but you always come for me."

"Yes Mr. Groves." Debbie said meekly.

"Now bring your chair over here girl."

Debbie lifted the chair and placed it opposite him, she sat down and look into his eyes.

"Your mum?" he asked thoughtfully. "What shift is your mum on tomorrow?"

"Debbie swallowed nervously. "She's on the eleven to four o'clock shift tomorrow." She whispered fearfully.

Mr. Groves nodded his head. "Yes I thought that she was." He looked at her with another of those leering little smiles of his. "I'll be round at your house for just after eleven." He told her. "Make sure you wear that skirt and top you were wearing yesterday." He ordered.

"Yes Mr. Groves." She whispered wondering what he had planned.

He stood up which was her signal to leave. "And Debbie I might bring some toys with me tomorrow so look forward to some fun."

She left the shed wondering what he would do and was shocked at the excitement she felt deep in her gut. There must be something wrong with her that she liked what was happening to her. She went into her home and to her bedroom and indulged in her other dirty little secret.
Over the road lived a young man who was terribly obese. He rarely left his bed room and spent a lot of his time staring into her window. Debbie knew that he liked to watch her and often she would deliberately leave her curtains open as she undressed. It excited her to feel his eyes burning through the glass and looking at her body. As she took her top off she could see him sitting there.

Suddenly her phone went making her jump.

"Hello." She said breathlessly.

"You know that I can see you." The masculine voice breathed down the phone.

"Who are you? What do you want?" her voice was squeaky and panicky and she thought that she would come right there and then.

"Soon Debbie." The voice whispered. "I'll come and get you soon."

The line went dead and Debbie rushed into the bathroom. She dove under the shower and soaped herself lovingly as she came again and then again.

Debbie had dressed in the little skirt and top as ordered, but her mum frowned at her with disapproval. "Honestly Debs! Haven't you got anything else to wear?"

Debbie shook her head. "Not really mum, besides I like this skirt and top, I think that they look nice."

"But you look a bit," her mum tilted her head as she studied her. "Well a bit trashy if you must know." Her mum finished on a sigh.

Debbie gave a resentful little sniff and stalked out of the kitcarbonsmudgen. She went into the back garden to place a stack of plates on the garden table. And then she sat on the wooden bench with a little sigh.

She felt weird not wearing any knickers under her little black skirt, but she had been told to do this and she didn't dare to disobey.

"Good evening Debbie."

Debbie's head came up and she blushed guiltily, "good evening Mrs. Groves, Mr. Groves."

The older lady smiled at her from her chubby face and lifted a chubby arm to wave to her.

Mr. Groves just looked at her knowingly.

"You stay and chat with Debbie dear, while I go and talk with Mrs. Parker."

Debbie heard the older woman with a gulp of fear and a twist in her gut. She watcarbonsmudged as the slimy little man came over to her.

"So how are you tonight Debbie?" he asked her with a smirk.

"I'm fine Mr. Groves, how are you?" she asked politely as she wiped a sweaty palm down her skirt.

He leaned forward a little and lowered his voice. "Did you keep you knickers off?"

"Yes Mr. Groves," she mumred as she looked around. She could hear voices in the house and knew that people were arriving for the party but at this moment they had the garden to themselves.

"Show me you cunt Debbie." He suddenly commanded vulgarly.

Debbie spread her legs and lifted her skirt to give him a quick look and he sniggered.

"Go on then Debbie, stroke it for me."

She gave another quick look around and then proceeded to rub at her pussy for him.

"I want to see you do that as often as possible tonight Debbie, and when I'm ready I'll give you the fuck of your life."

He sniggered again and then turned to walk away. Debbie pulled her skirt back into place with a shaky little sigh.

Mr. Groves passed several people as he went into the house, and before long the garden was a hive of activity.

There were people everywhere, but that didn't seem to deter Mr. Groves. Every so often he would come over to Debbie and shielding her from other people he would say "now Debbie."

Debbie would dutifully put her hand under her skirt and finger her clitoris, and give a pained little gasp as Mr. Groves would suddenly back away leaving her on full display to any one who might be looking.

He timed it to perfection, always seem to know when the attention was elsewhere, no one caught her, but Debbie felt her nerves were in shreds.

At one point Debbie found herself on the far side of the table as she handed plates and things to people. She smile shakily as Mr. Groves came and stood next to her, chatting calmly whilst he loaded a plate with food. Suddenly there was a lull at the table as everyone seemed to have food and they were alone there.

"What a lovely evening this is Debbie." Mr. Groves said carbonsmudgeerfully, he picked up a piece of celery and handed it to her. "Seamister that for me please." He requested calmly.

Debbie took it from him and with a quick furtive look around she put it under her skirt and rubbed it along her clit.

She handed it back to him and he bit into it. "Very nice Debbie."

As he walked behind her he pincarbonsmudged her bottom, "be ready for me Debbie, it won't be long now."

The party was coming to a head and it would soon be time for the fireworks. Debbie remained firmly behind that table doing her best to be invisible.

"Hurry up everyone it's nearly time." Some one called as everyone made there way to the top of the garden.

Debbie turned to follow but Mr. Groves hand on her arm stopped her. "No Debbie, we stay here." He ordered from the shadows where he was hiding.

"Aren't you coming to watch Debbie?" a young man called with a friendly grin.

Debbie powerd a smile. "Not yet Rick, I'll be up in a bit."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged as he left her alone with her pervy next door neighbour.

"Bend forward a little bit for me Debbie and lift up your skirt." He whispered from the shadows.

She did this and gasped as he grabbed her roughly around the waist and pushed his hard cock violently inside of her.

He went at it hell for leather pumping away hard and fast, all the time he rubbed at her clitoris and called her a dirty little tramp and filthy little whore.

As she felt him come inside of her she climaxed herself with a little sob. She slumped forward over the table as he came out of her.

"Go inside Debbie and put some knickers on." He ordered her nastily. "Everyone keeps looking at you and saying what a little slut you look like." She looked at him with something close to hate before fleeing inside and running to her bedroom. She slammed the door too and turned the lock in the door.

She would not return to that party, she fumed silently. She was done with it and this whole god damned neighbourhood!

The house fell silent as everyone left and Debbie heard her mum calling her.

"There you are love." She looked at her flower questioningly, "what happened to you?"

"I got a bit of a head acarbonsmudge after all those fireworks, so I went to my room for some peace and quiet."

"Oh I'm sorry about that love." Her mum gave her a little hug, something she'd not done for years.

"It was such a good party, and everyone kept saying how pretty you looked and how helpful you were being. I was so proud of you tonight Debs." He mum finished fondly.

"Thanks mum, but I didn't do that much."

"You did enough love." Her mum smiled at her. "Now why don't you go to bed and we can sort this mess out tomorrow."

"Oh are you back on nights then?" Debbie asked her casually.

Her mum pulled a little face. "Yes all week." She sighed in resignation, and then looked at her flower with a little concern. "You'll be alright on your own won't you Debs?"

Debbie gave a little laugh. "Oh yes I'll be arelax so I'll be fine." She lied.

"Good." He mum gave her a kiss on the carbonsmudgeek and led her up the stairs. With a quiet goodnight they parted on the landing and Debbie went to her bed room.

She sat on the edge of her bed thinking, with her mum on nights she just knew that Mr. Groves would want to take advantage of that. She gave a little sigh and got ready for bed, she was in his debt so there was really nothing she could do about it. He'd said twelve sessions and they had now done five, so that left seven more times where he could indulge himself with her. She could handle that, she thought to herself. After all some of it had been quite exciting. She was getting quite good at playing his game and getting something out of it for herself. She smiled secretively as she climbed into her bed, it had been a long and stressful day and she was shattered, it had also been stimulating and she had learned something about herself.

She curled up in bed with a happy little yawn, people had liked her, they had thought that she was nice and her mum had been proud of her. It had been a good day.

Debbie's mum was working the night shift all this week, and as she had known that he would, Mr. Groves paid her a regular nightly visit. She was surprised that he only ever stayed for an hour or so, but she suspected that Mrs. Groves kept him on a short leash.

She would go to her bed at ten o'clock wearing just the little nightie, and he would come into her room. Sometimes he fucked her; sometimes he recorded her while she fucked some household object that he gave to her to use on herself. She found that it was better for her if she did it herself, if he did it then he really hurt her, whereas she could be more gentle.

As the week wore on she got the impression that he was waiting for something, biding his time. She could sense a tension and inner excitement, a sense of anticipation.

Sure enough when he came to her on the Thursday night he fucked her hard and fast almost with a sense of getting it done and over with.

"Debbie." He said afterwards.

She looked at him questioningly her anticipation kicking up a notch.

"Can you get away over night tomorrow night? Tell your mum that you're staying with a friend?"

It was her mums last night tonight and she'd told Debbie just that morning that she was going out on a hot date on the Friday night. She nodded her head shakily. "Yes I can do that."

He smiled and his eyes glinted. "Good come over to my house at six thirty."

"Your house?" she asked shocked at the idea.

He smirked. "Mrs. Groves is going away for the weekend Debbie and I want you to come and spend the night tomorrow night."

"But."

"And if you do Debbie, then I'll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend."

"Agreed!"

"Good!" he looked at her, his nostrils flaring and his breathing getting heavier.

"Now then Debbie, lie back for me and show me your pussy." She did as she was told feeling her muscles tightening.

He brushed his fingers across her crotch and gradually pushed them inside her. He grabbed her hand and powerd it round his cock.

"Go on girl." He grunted as he pumped his fingers hard inside her. "Pull it, pull it hard. Yes just like that."

He came into her hand and as he tensed his hand pushed hard and deep inside her.

"Oh don't stop." She whispered panting slightly. "Do it hard, yes hard like that."

As he continued to pump her, he took her sperm filled hand and powerd her to massage her breast with it. She groaned and tensed clasping at her boobs in a moment of climax. "Oh Mr. Groves!" She sighed.

"Tomorrow Debbie." He whispered. "Don't be late."

He left her alone in her bed as she wondered what he had in store for her.

Her mum was dressed in her glad rags and ready to go out for six o'clock. "Don't forget to lockup when you leave tonight Debbie." She hugged her flower happily that things finally seemed to be going their way.

"See you tomorrow love."

Alone in the house Debbie pace nervously, Mr. Groves had not told her to wear anything in particular so she guessed that he had it all arranged over at his place. She locked up the house and walked slowly round to his house. She knocked on the door and waited.

He opened the door and gave her a solemn look. "Come inside Debbie."

He led her into the back room where there were some clothes laid out for her.

"Put those on for me Debbie and put your hair up for me."

"But," she frowned at the clothes. "They look like they belong to Mrs. Groves."

"They did Debbie, she put them into a charity bag a few weeks ago but I snuck them out and hid them."

She looked at Mr. Groves. "You want me to be your wife?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yes Debbie." He gasped "nag me like she does and no matter what don't stop."

He left her alone in the room and Debbie, slowly undressed. Her heart thumping heavily in her chest she picked up the huge knickers and pulled them on. They hung on her like an oversized nappy. She pulled on the bra that totally covered her breast and dangled loose at her back. Next was the skirt, it had an elasticated waist but still hung down and heavy on her hips. Last was the top, a blouse of ivory silk that flared out like a tent on her. She sighed in exasperation and tucked the excess folds into the skirt.

She walked through the house calling as she went. "Groves! Groves where are you?"

"Here dear" he called mildly from the front room.

"What are you doing in there?" she cried angrily, "You know we save this room for best."

He sighed and stood up and she followed him into the spotless kitchen. "Look at this mess." She exclaimed. "You didn't mop the floor and that table is filthy."

It seemed to push just the right buttons for him and he rounded on her furiously.

"You wife are nag." He snapped. "And I have had enough!" he grabbed her and powerd her over the kitchen table. First he cuffed one wrist to one table leg, and then the other to the other leg.

Debbie cried out as it pulled her tight against the table, the edge of it digging into her crotch painfully.

He came round the back of her and pulled her ankle, cuffing each in turn to the remaining legs.

He eyed her as she was bent spread eagled over his kitchen table her legs pulled wide and his wives clothes all in disarray. It worked better than any of his fantasies ever had, and it excited him beyond belief.

He pulled up her dress and pulled down the over sized knickers. "Now then wife I'm going to teach you a lesmister."

"You worthless little runt." She snapped at him. "You couldn't teach a pig how to grunt."

He grinned in delight and then waggled his fingers. "Tut tut tut!" He said.

He left the room for a moment and returned carry a little bag. Debbie eyed it warily but continued to nag at him.

"This one first I think." He murmured holding up a small butt plug for her to see.

She licked her lips nervously "what do you think you're going to do with that!" she snapped.

"Oh just this." He moved behind her and pushed it slowly into her bottom.

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Blackmailing the Boss's Wife



Jill and Dave Teller owned and managed a construction consulting firm of about twenty employees. They were a young couple and had only been married about five years and seemed to enjoy a good relationship. The Tellers were demanding to their employees and ruthless competitors. Despite rough economic times, their company did well, thanks in large part to its contracts with the city.

Mike Goss worked for the Tellers. He was a young man and new to the company. Mike was a hard worker but resented the authoritarian management style at the firm right away. He felt he was often saddled with extra work and didn't appreciate the tone that Jill and Dave took with him. Had the economy been better, Mike would have gladly left and found work elsewhere. However, the pay was good and there were very few jobs available in the city.

One of the things that Mike resented was the strict dress code. He was required to wear a suit and tie daily just to sit at his desk and type up scopes and draw building plans on his computer. As well, Jill handled all the scope and drawings and thus everything he did had to go by the boss. She would review his work and often send it back to him for improvement. Jill never addressed him as "Mr. Goss" but with demeaning titles such as "boy" or "hey you" or even "you there in the grey suit". Mike felt unappreciated and had begun to hate working at the company. As he had very little contact with Dave, who spent most of the day in the field dealing with customers and getting new contracts, Mike found himself despising his boss Jill.

What made the situation particularly frustrating for Mike was that Jill was a beautiful woman. She was rather short and had dark brown hair and tan skin. She looked to be at least part Italian or Spanish and had many of those features. Mike lusted after her, staring at her backside as she walked away from him in the office. He found it hard to pull his gaze away from her when she as around and often imagined what she looked like without her slacks and blouse. For all his spite towards her, Mike still found her presence intoxicating.

A unique opportunity fell into Mike's lap after a few months of working at the company. He came across some financial records he had never before seen. They were in a group of folders Jill had brought from her office and put on his desk. The particularly interesting file dealt with work the company had done for the city's new mayor. This wasn't work for the city itself, but had to do with some condos that she permisterally owned and rented. Mike noticed that there was no bill for the work and that it had been written off by the company. What made the file even more interesting was an unaddressed envelope he found that went with the file. Upon further inspection it turned out to be a hand-written thank you note from the mayor for the work on the condos. In the note she mentioned that she hoped to "make it up to you" soon. Checking other records, Mike noticed that shortly after the work on the condos had been completed, the company had landed a large contract with the city to do some work on office buildings downtown.

Put together, it certainly looked incriminating. Mike couldn't decide what to do with the file. He thought about it for a few moments and on a whim decided to make photo copies of everything. He then put them back as he found everything and returned it to Jill with the other files she had given him when he was finished with the other work. He only hoped that she hadn't suspected anything.

For the next couple weeks Mike followed Jill and Dave home from the office. He became accustomed to their upscale neighborhood and found places he could park and discretely watch their home without raising the neighbors' alarm. Since Mike was young and had no family of his own he had more than enough time on his hands to quietly watch his bosses from a distance. Several days into this little "project" of his, as he liked to think of his spy work, he followed Jill to the mayor's house.

The mayor lived in a nice house a few miles from the Tellers. Mike parked his car on the edge of the street and watched through the zoom on his camera as the mayor herself met Jill at the door. They embraced and went inside. Mike caught the hug on camera and chuckled as he mentally added the picture to his collection of evidence.

A few weeks after he had first come across the mystery file at work, Mike decided to make his move. He made duplicate copies of all his "evidence" and put the original copies away at home. The duplicates he put together in a package and wrote "Jill Teller" on the front of it.

The next day at work Mike waited anxiously at his desk until Dave left the office that morning to check on a job the company was doing. A few minutes after Dave left and with no one else in Jill's office, Mike gathered his courage and walked into her office.

"What is it?" Jill asked without even an attempt at being polite. This was her usual demeanor with the employees and one of the main reamisters that Mike hated working for her.

Mike handed her the package without a word and sat down in one of the chairs across from her desk. Jill gave him a strange look as she had not invited him to sit. Never before had he came in and sat down in her office. Curious at what the package could hold, Jill opened it up. Her eyes grew large as she saw the picture on top of her and the mayor hugging at the door of the mayor's house.

"What the...?!" She started to yell as she looked up.

"Just look through the rest of it before you say anything," Mike answered, moving nervously in his chair. "There's also a short note there on the back of the picture you need to see," he said.

Her eyes narrowed as she skimmed through the documents prepared for her. She paid particular interest to the financial records and the thank you note the mayor had hand written.

"How did you get this?," she mumred in disbelief, more to herself than to Mike.

"Like I said, you need to read the short note on stick-it on the back of the picture there," Mike pointed to the picture she in her hand.

Jill turned it over and read carefully. As she did her brows grew narrower and narrower until her face was as contorted and angry as Mike had ever seen it. He watched nervously, trying to put on his bravest face, as she looked up from time to time and then back at the note.

"This is blackmail," she finally managed.

"It's an opportunity," Mike countered, having anticipated this response. "It's an opportunity to save your business and stay out of primister."

Jill made an even angrier face and browsed back through the documents in her hand. She was stunned and hurt. She was also suddenly afraid of what might happen of the papers fell into the wrong hands.

"I'm going to keep these," she suddenly declared with as much authority as she could manage at the moment.

"Fine. I have other copies," Mike answered. "In fact, I want you to keep them and look over them tonight. Make up your mind about what you're going to do. Of course, your husband doesn't have to know about any of this," he tried to sound a little soothing but yet in control. It didn't really work. Mike was sure he sounded like a scared school boy trying to order around his principal. "No one has to know about this. And if you agree with my proposal then no one will ever find out about all this and you can go on with your career."

Mike got up to leave and saw the sudden desperation on his boss's face. She as scared to death, he realized.

"I expect you to decide tonight and comply with the instructions on the back of the picture if you want to save yourself. Otherwise, I'm calling the papers and the local TV stations tomorrow afternoon," Mike said before leaving her office. He close the door behind himself and made his way to his desk. It was only then that he realized his legs were trembling. Could he pull this off?

-Part Two-

The next morning Mike waited as patiently as he could at his desk, trying to busy himself with various tasks and appear as cool as possible. Strangely, Jill was late. Her husband had came in quickly and left. This added to Mike's nervousness. Sweat had broken out on his brow and his heart beat like crazy. He kept imaging his "project" backfiring and he ending up in primister. He imagined the police storming the office and everyone staring as he was handcuffed and hauled out the door.

Jill finally walked in at half past nine. Never before had she arrived so late. And never before had she been dressed as she was. Her short red skirt barely reached mid-thigh. For a woman who normally dressed conservatively, especially on the job, this was a radical change. Her hair as up as well, showing off her neck. Everyone in the office stared as Jill hurried to her office and shut the door. Mike tried hard to suppress a grin.

An hour later Mike received a call at his desk from Jill, asking him to see her in her office.

Mustering all the calm confidence he could, Mike gathered a few file under his arm so as to appear busy at work and walked into her office.

"Shut the door," Jill hissed at him as soon as he had entered. She was flushed, nervous and looked amazing to Mike in her red skirt at her desk.

"Yes, ma'am," Mike teased, trying to calm himself as he entered and took a seat across from her. "I see you decided to take me up on my offer."

"As if I had any choice," she responded, growing more angry at the cocky attitude of her black-mailing employee before her.

"Of course you had a choice. But I'm glad you decided to go this way," Mike couldn't help but grin again. "Did you say anything to your husband?"

"No!" Jill barked at him. "He would have a fit - probably ******* you," she said.

"Well we certainly don't want that, do we?" Mike teased. Jill said nothing, but crossed her arms across her chest. The thought of him being *******ed probably appealed to her about then. "You look beautiful. I want to tell you that, Jill." Mike offered.

"Bastard!" she practically spat at him from her side of the desk.

"That skirt looks amazing on you. And I love your hair up like that." Mike continued, eying her up and down. She moved uncomfortably in her chair and her anger seemed to turn to a sad pout.

"Now, I want you to come over here to me," Mike ordered. Jill remained sitting and gave him a "not-in-your-life" glare from her seat.

"If you know what's good for you, Jill, you'll come over here. I don't like having to repeat myself." He gave her as stern a look as possible as she reluctantly got up and walked over in front of him.

Mike reached out slowly and touched her hips, running his hands over them through her skirt sensuously. He had long stared at her hips and backside and now he was touching them.

"You are certainly a lovely woman, Jill" he said, running his hands higher under her breasts and then gently squeezing her nipples through the skirt. She pulled away from his touch, backing up against her desk with a terrified look on her face, trying to cover her breasts with her arms.

"You can't do that," she whispered in a cracked voice.

"Yes, I can, Jill. And if you don't want your name in the headlines for corruption you had better learn not to refuse me," Mike said, standing up.

He was a head taller than her and he looked down directly into face and smiled. Then he reached up and grasped her nipples again, twisting them slightly through the fabric. She gasped out loud but didn't move away this time. Mike chuckled softly and went to leave. Then he turned and said softly.

"You'll be receiving a message on your cell shortly. I expect you to do as it says, Jill. If not..."

-Part Three-

The next day at work Mike was much more comfortable and less anxious. His fear of being put in handcuffs and hauled away had not materialized and his "project" seemed to be going well. Jill showed up on time and wore a blue skirt, as she had been instructed in Mike's message. It was pretty short and again there were a lot of stares from the employees and even some chatter behind her back about her new style. Mike simply grinned and said nothing.

Shortly before lunch Mike again received a call to come to Jill's office. He picked up a few random files and made his way there. This time when he entered he closed the door on his own initiative and smiled broadly. Jill was sitting nervously at her desk in her skirt waiting on him to say or do something. Mike never felt more in control than then.

"Did you do as I instructed?" he asked, continuing to stand in front of her desk rather than sit.

"You can see that I did," she replied, trying to sound brave but failing to mask her fear.

"I can see that you wore the skirt as I told you too, but how about the other part?" he asked a bit shyly.

"That too," she mumred quietly.

"Let's see," Mike ordered. Sitting down at last and settling back comfortably in the chair in front of his boss.

Slowly Jill stood and raised her skirt a bit, looking down at the floor the whole time. Mike could clearly see that she was wearing no panties and was completely bare beneath her skirt. A tuff of dark hair was visible for just a second before Jill brushed down her skirt again.

"Come here," Mike instructed, wondering how he could ever have been so lucky.

She stepped around her desk and stood beside his chair nervously as if she expected him to jump her at any second.

"Take my hand," Mike told her.

She slowly reached down and took his hand in her own

"Now take my hand and show me. I want to feel you," Mike whispered almost hoarsely.

A look of disgust spread across Jill's face and she stepped back a bit and hesitated for just a second. Mike gave her a stern look and she resumed her previous position, took his hand and pulled it up beneath her skirt.

"I want to feel you," Mike repeated quietly.

She pulled his hand up to her sex and he could feel the hair between her legs at the top of her thighs, his hand buried under her skirt. He pushed up and could feel her soft skin and heard her gasp a little as he slipped first one then to fingers into her. Mike moved his fingers around a moment and then brought them out. Both Jill and he could see the wetness of his fingers. Mike brought them to his nose and inhaled her scent, then touched his wet fingers to his lips, tasting her.

"Does Dave taste you like this, Jill?" Mike asked, moving his fingers over his lips.

Jill didn't say anything and so Mike reached out and took her hand again.

"I want to feel you again," he whispered, looking up into her eyes and grasping her hand strongly. Jill let out a breath and consented, guiding his fingers beneath her skirt again towards her sex. Mike slipped two of his fingers inside of her and again moved them slowly in and out. After a few moments he pulled his hand from under her skirt and showed them to her. His fingers were coated with her juices. Mike stood and held his hand up to her noise, powering her to smell herself. She resisted, tried to step back but Mike held her hand firmly and she inhaled her own scent. He then lowered his fingers to her lips. Her eyes went wide and she tremred in fear and perhaps disgust as Mike traced her lips with his wet fingers.

Abruptly he dropped his hand and walked to the door. Her turned just in front of the door.

"I will send you a message this afternoon, just as I did yesterday. You will obey it just as you did today, Jill." Mike then brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean, smiled at her and left her office.

-Part Four-

That afternoon Mike visited the electronic superstore in his area and spent several hundred dollars on some choice equipment he had checked out online the night before. To take his "project" to the next level he needed some a few small cameras, a receiver and a few other things.

When he got home he broke out a six-pack of beer, sat down and sent a message to Jill. Having completed that, he began playing with his new electronic equipment. Mike wanted to be sure of what he was doing. A mistake on his part could land him in primister, he told himself as he sipped his beers and toyed with his gadgets.

At work the next day Jill was a hit again with the male employees. She wore a longer, dark form-fitting dress this time with a slit that tested the limits of professionalism and probably broke them. Her hair was down as she usually wore it and she seemed in a better mood than normal.

Shortly after lunch Mike found a reamister to visit Jill's office. He stared at her hips and the slit in her dress which rose up to her thigh.

"Jill, you look absolutely stunning today, I must say," Mike finally managed to say. Jill actually seemed happy with herself and only powerd a serious face after giving away a small smile.

"Did you do as I instructed?" he asked, putting one hand on his hips and standing in the middle of the room.

"I did," she answered meekly.

"Come over here and show me then," Mike said, holding out his hand.

Jill delayed a moment and then stepped around her desk and stood in front of Mike, looking up at him. She reached down, took his hand and bunched up her dress, pulling his hand to her crotch beneath it. This time as Mike reached up with his fingers he felt only her slick, smooth skin. She had shaved herself clean as he had told her. His fingers pushed up between her soft folds and into the hot, wetness beyond. Mike moved his fingers around and found that rough area on the inside wall of her sex. He moved back and forth over that spot and Jill seemed to melt before him. Her expression changed, her cheeks flushed and her back bent forward. A soft moan escaped her lips. Finally he quit, not wanting to her to squeal and give them away.

Mike took her hand and reached it down between her legs here moments before he had pleasured her. She resisted a little, but only a little as he pushed one of her fingers into her wetness. He moved her hand in and out for a few seconds and then pulled it out, seeing it soaked in her juices.

"Let me taste you, Jill," he said with what little composure he had left.

Jill timidly brought her hand to his mouth and touched her finger to his lips. Mike parted his lips and Jill pushed her wet finger into his mouth.

"You taste as good as you look," Mike said as she pulled her finger from his lips.

Then Mike stepped away from her and pulled something small from his coat pocket. Jill hadn't noticed the small round object until then.

"I want to show you something, Jill," Mike said, holding it before him in his hand. "This is a video recorder - the smallest one I could find that runs on a battery and would not be noticeable. It doesn't have much of an internal memory - only enough to capture all of this." Mike motioned with his hands about the office and Jill dropped her mouth in horror and stepped back.

"Don't worry, Jill," he said reassuringly. "This is not for the police, of course. It's to make sure your husband doesn't find out anything he shouldn't." With that Mike grinned, figuring that he had almost put the final nail in the coffin of his "project".

Jill almost fell into her chair behind her desk. Tears formed in her eyes as Mike left and shut the door behind him. She could still feel the warm wetness between her legs and see the grin on his face as she closed her eyes and cried.

-Part Five-

A few days later Mike got a message on his cell that all was clear. Everything he needed was already in his car and so he grabbed his keys, pulled on a baseball cap and hurried out the door.

"How long will he be away?" Mike asked first thing as he entered the house.

"At least a few hours. He's with some old friends and I don't expect him back for a while," Jill answered.

"Good. That's long enough." Mike carried a bag with everything he needed in it.

"How do you get to the attic?" he asked.

The next hour and a half was spent with Mike setting up a receiver and small hard-drive deep in the attic, far from the door. He hid it as best he could and then went downstairs to the bedroom. A tiny camera like the one he had used in the office the other day was attached at the corner of the ceiling. He managed to do this with a ladder Jill got for him from outside. There was no blinking light on the camera and it sent its signal wirelessly to the receiver and hard-drive in the attic. There the information would be saved. Its memory was huge and could store thousands of hours of video. It also had a remote transceiver that would send out its signal up to a couple hundred feet. From his car parked nearby, Mike would be able to download the information stored on the hard-drive in the Teller's attic. Having completed his work, Mike made sure everything was on and running and then got ready to leave.

"Remember, Jill. I'll be watching," and with that he was gone.

About an hour later Dave got in from hanging out with his friends. They had watched a game at the local sports bar and he was tired from the beers and food. Jill met him at the door in a T-shirt and panties. As they got into bed together Jill whispered something in his ear.

"Not tonight, dear. I'm exhausted," Dave answered.

Jill already had her hand in his underwear though and was stroking him to life, up and down. Dave offered a weak protest and then laid back and enjoyed his wife's movements. His penis was soon throbbing and his breathing became hard. He tossed back the covers a bit and watched his wife's work. Abruptly Jill stopped, took her hand out of his underwear and rolled over.

"What?" Dave asked in a pleading voice. "You can't stop now, baby." Dave reached out to hug his wife and pull her to him but she swatted his hand away.

"I'm tired, Dave," she said. "Goodnight."

Exhausted, sexually-excited with a head full of beer and a raging hard-on, Dave finally managed to get to fall arelax.

-Part Six-

At work the next day Dave hung around the office more than usual and ate lunch with his wife in her office. Thanks to that, Mike had to stay at his desk and actually do some work.

That afternoon Dave finally left. Mike waited a long half hour and then visited Jill's office.

"How did it go, Jill?" he asked, referring to the previous night. "Did you do as I said?"

Jill blushed tremendously thinking about it but answered, "Yes, though he was pissed. He jumped me this morning and it was all I could do to get him off of me and get to the office. And you've seen that he's been hanging around the office all day. It's not right of me to keep denying him. I won't be able to do it that much longer. He's my husband, for goodness sakes!"

"I've got something for you, Jill. For being a good girl, I got you present," Mike offered her a pretty wrapped package. "There's a note inside it with some instructions. Make sure you do as it says."

"What is it?" Jill asked anxiously, excited about getting a gift but nervous about what it could be.

"Come over here," Mike ordered here.

Jill walked over to him and he began rubbing her hips slowly.

"We can't do this, Mike," Jill tried to refuse.

"Oh yes we can," Mike continued rubbing her hips and then reached his hand beneath her skirt. She was now wearing shorter skits to work almost every day, as Mike and ordered. And she kept herself cleanly shaven as liked as well. He parted her fleshy skin with his fingers and found her wet and warm. He pumped his fingers in and out of her for several moments until she was panting and leaning against his arm. Then he stopped and pulled his fingers from beneath her skirt. They glistened in the light with the proof of her wetness. He reached his fingers up to her nostrils and traced the bottom of nose, letting her get a good whiff of her own desire. The he pushed his fingers into her mouth, powering her to taste herself.

"Lick them clean," he ordered and she did as commanded, finding that her taste was not as unpleasant as she had first found it days ago.

"Leave that on your nose sand be sure to do as the note in the gift says. I'll see you tomorrow," Mike said and left her office.

Frustrated, excited and worried about what was in the package, Jill went back to her desk and tried to work, distracted by the musty smell of her sex coming from her own nose.

Mike had carefully chosen the contents of the package he had given Jill. He had also stuck typed notes on everything in the box detailing exactly what was to be done with it. Jill found this out when she arrived home that evening, locked herself in the bathroom and opened the box with great anticipation and a bit of fear.

There was a bottle inside the package intended for her husband David. It wasn't labeled, but Mike's note on the bottle said it was not dangerous and would only make Dave "feel better". Jill was highly skeptical of this and examined the pills in the bottle. She had never seen any exactly like these and put them back in the bottle. The note mentioned "mixing these with coffee" or some other morning beverage. Jill set them aside and moved on to the other items in her "gift" package.

Mike sat on his couch at home and replayed the video on his computer screen. He finished off his beer as he watched with great satisfaction as the nearly naked woman in the video turned her back on her lover and curled up with her blanket on her side of the bed. The man was clearly agitated and sported an erection that was ready for some action. Frustrated the man tried in vain to get the woman to again pay him some attention. She remained unmoved and quiet though and finally the irritated and horny man covered himself up and tried to go to relax. He tossed and turned for several minutes and eventually lay still. Mike popped open the cap on another bottle of his favorite beer, lifted it for a momentary toast to success of his video and then hit the play button to start it all over again. How he relished the moment when David was spurned and looked with longing frustration at his wife's back as she lay there beside him!

David momentarily wondered if something was wrong with him. Energy seemed to pulse through his veins. His heart was fluttering and his legs were a little unstable. His penis seemed to grow at the mere vision of even a woman with any attractive features at all. At the gas station, for instance, he had stared almost uncontrollably at the register attendant with the with large boobs and plain face who had taken his money. Sure, she was a bit older than he and looked uncomfortable in her work uniform, but David had been ready to take her there on the spot. He had thought about her and the way her uniform had clung to her boobs all the way to work. At work his lovely wife whom he had probably not found so attractive in several years gave him absolutely no attention, even when in the privacy of her office he had showed her the bulge in his pants. To no avail. She had seemed nervous around him - unlike her behavior since they had been married. And finally at the restaurant where he had eaten lunch alone, David had been absolutely smitten by the cute college girl who had taken his order. The way her skirt had hugged her hips and backside still haunted his mind. And she had smiled ever so nicely at him! Never in his life - at least in the last several years - had he been so close to exploding in sexual frustration. What was wrong with him?

Jill walked on her toes as she entered the office, carefully placing one foot in front of the other and avoiding facial contact with any of the employees. Her face was surely red as could be and she took special care not to even glance in the direction of Mike's desk or near the break room. The last thing she wanted was to see his grin at her predicament. Her skirt rode up and down her shapely legs as she stepped into her office. It was much shorter than she would ever have picked out on her own. However, its selection had not been her choice. She cursed herself again at having gotten in such a situation. Then a shock of pleasure nearly sent her over the edge and she had to pause just to breath. She was barely inside her office and shut the door rather hard and leaned back against the wall, exhaling heavily.

Mike gathered up every ounce of confidence he could and strode into Jill's office. It had been more than an hour since Jill's suddenly high-strung husband had exited the building and Mike felt it safe at last. Files in his arm, he quickly rapped on her door and entered.

Jill was a mess. Every time she moved, bolts of pleasure seemed to emanate from within her. She was afraid to look down under her skit for fear of what she would find. She dabbed a napkin to herself every half hour or so to contain things. Above all, she tried to be completely still and not think of anything remotely sexual. That effort was shot to pieces when she heard a quick knock on her office door and in stepped Mike.

She jumped at the sound of his knock and appearance and that again sent signals of pleasure through her body. This was unlike anything she had ever felt and the novelty of it combined with the tenseness of her situation was unnerving. She had to do something about all of this soon!

Mike immediately saw her flushed face and obvious discomfort and grinned as he closed the door behind him and stepped towards her desk. Jill immediately stood up and seemed to almost double over in pain or pleasure as she did, falling into her chair and obviously trying to collect herself. Mike couldn't believe how well everything had worked as he sat down in the chair facing across Jill's desk.

"Jill, you did very well," Mike smiled broadly as he folded his hands in front of him and took in her disordered state. She was incredible, he remarked to himself. How had she ever ended up with the likes of someone like David who obviously did not appreciate her?

Jill had her head almost on her desk and didn't respond to Mike's words. In fact, she thought about little except trying to maintain a bit of her dignity and ignore the man - her employee - who sat before her and seemed to control her world about then.

"I want you to walk over here, Jill," Mike said to her.

Jill thought about it for a second, decided there was no way to refuse him and slowly lifted herself off her chair, trying to move her thighs as little as possible. She eased around her desk and stood in front of him, heart pounding and red pumping.

Mike simply took her all in for a few moments, watching her breasts as she tried to regain her composure, her slightly quivering thighs and gazing at her beautiful flushed face. He loved her exactly as she was at that moment and hesitated to spoil it.

"Come closer and straddle my knees, Jill. I want your legs on either side of my knees as I sit here," Mike gulped as he made his own command, his heart going quickly and hands wet with sweat.

"Good. Now lift up your skirt a bit, babe," Mike said to her in a whisper, trying to lock this imagine into his mind of his boss Jill straddling his closed legs in front of her desk, her feet spread wide apart on either side of him and her face red looking down at him. Jill's dark hair fell around her shoulders and Mike strained to control himself.

He touched her legs about mid-thigh, just below where her skirt met her parted thighs. Mike let out a gasp at the pleasure of it all and Jill nearly did likewise.

"Have I ever told you how absolutely gorgeous you are, Jill," Mike said as he slid his hands upwards beneath her skirt.

Jill jumped a bit and goose-bumps rose on thighs as she felt stranger's hands run up her leg. She shuddered as they touched her inner-thigh. When they met the sensitive skin between her legs and pushed up further she felt the rubbing sensation within her grow.

Mike reached a finger inside of her, reveled in the gasp she let out, and felt the beaded chain at last. Delaying for a few moments and rubbing against her tight walls, he tugged on it slightly and felt Jill almost collapse on his shoulders. He could feel her breath on his neck as he slowly pulled the chain downwards out of her. It as completely wet as it popped out of her. One bead after another was pulled through her slick skin and into his hands. As he jerked the last of it into his palm, Jill quivered and fell onto his shoulders. Tears stained the back of his grey dress jacket as she moved against him and cried a bit.

At last he moved to stand up and Jill straightened herself, pushing her skirt down and regaining her footing in front of Mike. He looked down at the wet beaded string in his cupped hand and grinned at the beautiful mess of a woman standing before him. Never had he seen anything to match this. Bending forward and reaching upwards with his hand he touched his lips to the beads and then bent down and kissed Jill on the mouth.

She felt his lips brush, then crush against her and for the first time tasted him. Jill also tasted her own strong desire on his lips, then his tongue, as he pushed into her mouth. She leaned back against her desk, breathing it all in. And then it was gone as he withdrew from her.

Mike stepped back, bouncing the wet beads in his palm, stepped towards the door and was gone.

Eric Erica


Eric, 18 ans depuis trois semaines, bon cœur mais incurable rêveur et incorrigible romantique, ne faisait rien de sa vie. Rien de rien, incapable de se fixer ou de fixer mister attention, archi largué au lycée, non pas stupide mais jamais présent, toujours réfugié dans mister monde imaginaire. Eric était différent. Cette différence, mister père, ancien officier reconvertit dans l'industrie et sa mère, une catholique bigote, tous deux issus d'une stricte bourgeoisie conservatrice, ne l'admettaient pas et ne l'admettraient jamais.

Son père - à l'instinct? -- avait aussi senti chez mister fils une autre différence : Eric, adolescent pas encore totalement figé dans ses choix sexuels, ne regardait pas toujours seulement du cotes des filles. Ce « reproche » était formellement injuste, Eric n'était plus vierge et c'était bien une jeune fille qui, l'été précèdent sur les deux heures du matin d'une soirée de fin d'année, avait ouvert à Eric la porte des plaisir charnels partagés. Mais l'ancien officier avait senti autre chose chez mister fils. Et il avait raimister : Même s'il n'était jamais encore passé à l'acte, Eric rêvait aussi d'étreintes romantiques avec des garçons, acteurs ou artistes offrant à mister esprit matière à des fantasmes nocturnes quasi quotidiens.

Cette homosexualité latente chez mister fils était pour un homme comme lui proprement impensable, impossible, déshonorante. Il aurait tué mister propre enfant s'il en avait eu une preuve formelle. Cette horreur en lui, couplée à un énième bulletin scolaire catastrophique, fut la goutte qui fit déborder le vase familial. Une engueulade mémorable, un mot de trop en réponse de la part d'Eric, et l'adolescent, désormais majeur comme venaient de lui rappeler ses deux parents, s'était retrouvé sur le trottoir avec un sac de sport contenant quelques affaires. Tout le reste, ses parents l'avaient passé par la fenêtre devant ses yeux. Il était désormais maudit chez eux. Et Eric, même rêveur, savait que mister père était mortellement sérieux dans ses menaces si jamais il tentait un jour de revenir à la maimister.

Plus de famille, plus de toit, pas de fric. La merde totale. Eric tourna dans la ville toute la journée, ne mangea pas et trouva à dormir un peu à même le béton dans un parking. A l'aube du lendemain matin, reparti à marcher droit devant lui, il se rappela le chantier du nouveau méga centre commercial sur le chemin du lycée et le panneau « Recherche manœuvres de chantier -- CDD -- Embauche sur le site » cloué sur la porte du bungalow à l'entrée du terrain. Arrivé là et trouvant la porte ouverte, il passa la tête. Un vieil africain la barbe blanche en tenue de chantier lui demanda :

« Qu'est ce que tu cherches toi? »

« Du travail. Tout de suite si possible... »

« Qu'est ce que tu sais faire sur un chantier?

« Rien, mais... »

Le vieux le coupa : « Restes la, je vais voir si c'est possible... »

Et le vieux sortit sans qu'Eric ne perçoive la lueur qui venait de s'allumer dans les yeux du vieux black. Eric, frêle adolescent, au corps fin et mince mais peu musclé, la frange sur les yeux, n'avait pas le profil du travailleur de power. Il n'aurait pas du être là et, sans le savoir, un piège vicieux se refermait sur lui...

Le vieux revint. Miracle! C'était d'accord. Il pouvait commencer tout de suite. On pouvait même le loger temporairement au foyer des ouvriers le soir après le travail. On lui donna un casque, des gants et chaussures de sécurité et il fut affecté aux mouvements des éléments d'échafaudages.

Rapidement bien sur l'adolescent s'épuisa. Il dut s'arrêter à répétition pour souffler un peu et s'asseoir. Tous ses muscles lui faisaient mal. Jamais il ne remarqua toutefois l'observation vigilante, dont il était à distance l'objet de la part du même vieux du bungalow, ni le signe que celui-ci fit à un jeune et grand ouvrier noir pour venir à lui, ni enfin les ordres que le vieux lui donna en indiquant Eric.

Epuisé, Eric ne remarqua rien du tout. Ni qu'il était apparemment le seul blanc au milieu d'ouvriers et de contremaîtres tous africains, ni que permisterne ne semblait se soucier de sa faible efficacité. En tous cas, aucun reproche ne lui fut fait. Il eut seulement la bonne surprise de voir un gars, à peu près de mister age mais plus grand et fort, et venu dit-il rapporter une planche, s'arrêter pour lui parler un peu. Très amical et bientôt même il commença à l'aider à charrier planches et piliers... Ils engagèrent la conversation et Eric eut le sentiment de se faire un ami de N'Djili, dont la beauté, faite d'un corps puissant et svelte, des gestes souples et d'un visage harmonieux, triangulaire avec des pommettes marquées, fascina rapidement le jeune adolescent perdu.

La journée passa ainsi et, à la sirène marquant la fin de journée, N'Djili amena Eric aux douches avant le départ vers le foyer. Il choisit l'une des cabines et y poussa Eric avec lui. Assez spacieuse mais vide avec seulement des crochets pour les vêtements un peu à l'écart des jets. La porte verrouillée, N'Djili se déshabilla intégralement et Eric admira intérieurement ce corps parfait, à la musculature puissante et harmonieuse sous une peau sombre et magnifique. Eric n'en pouvait plus et c'est N'Djili qui le déshabilla et le poussa sous les jets d'eau chaude. N'Djili encore qui entreprit de le frictionner de gel douche, massant avec science ses muscles endoloris.

La chaleur de l'eau, le bien-être du massage, l'intimité pour la première fois avec un corps masculin aussi beau que dans ses rêves nocturnes, firent sur Eric un effet puissant et il eut rapidement une belle érection.

N'Djili sembla trouver cela tout à fait naturel et il commença à masturber doucement le membre d'Eric, lui massant alternativement la nuque et les seins de mister autre main libre. Les deux corps se frottaient de plus en plus intimement et Eric, timidement, s'essaya à rendre les caresses savantes par lesquelles N'Djili enflammait ses sens.

Si Eric avait eu encore un peu de lucidité, il se serait sûrement étonné du regard fixe et lointain de N'Djili pendant que celui-ci déployait un art consommé à exciter l'adolescent européen. Pas un baiser non plus. Mais lové contre ce corps puissant qui le dominait d'une tête, le nez dans le torse musclé de celui qui le protégeait depuis le matin, Eric s'abandonnait complètement à la fièvre de l'instant, désormais chauffé à blanc et les testicules lourds d'un désir juvénile.

A mister tour en érection, N'Djili fit allonger Eric sur le dos sur le sol, lui écarta les cuisses et commença à lui masser délicatement l'anus avec une noix de gel douche. Un doigt, puis un deuxième, délicatement, prirent place dans mister conduit anal.

« Tu veux? » demanda le black.

« ... » Eric ne sut que dire, pris entre la peur de l'inconnu et mister désir désormais brûlant.

N'Djili prit cela pour une acceptation, retira ses doigts et commença à appuyer la tête de mister sexe circoncis sur l'anneau brun de l'anus vierge. La pénétration fut lente. Une poussée impérieuse mais très progressive, accommodante pour Eric, qui, sur le dos et les genoux ramenés sur les épaules, s'offrait comme une femme à ce magnifique étalon noir.

D'Njili gardait la tête haute. Il regardait droit devant lui, au loin, pendant que les sphincters d'Eric s'ouvraient et lui laissaient l'accès des entrailles de l'adolescent. Eric ne remarqua pas cette absence de mister amant : il mangeait des yeux le corps superbe et chaud auquel il s'abandonnait désormais complètement, vivant enfin dans sa chair quelque chose de bien au delà de ses plus beaux rêves nocturnes.

Plus il sentait ce barreau de chair noire élargir mister anus, plus le pouls d'Eric s'accélérait. Apparemment infatigable, le pieu de chair allait et venait maintenant et chaque enfoncement ouvrait Eric un peu plus. Ouvrait physiquement mister cul certes mais aussi ouvrait mister esprit a cette évidence : il voulait être pour toujours la femelle de cet étalon d'ébène...

Sous l'effort, la sueur perlait sur le torse puissant de N'Djili et tombait en gouttes sur Eric. Puis il sentit le corps musclé qui l'envahissait se tétaniser en un bloc durci enfoncé en lui au maximum. Le sperme chaud qui frappa ses intestins fut comme une brûlure bienfaisante et il laissa mister amant injecter mister flot de sperme au plus profond de lui.

La vue des muscles puissants de N'Djili jouant sous le satin de la peau noire pendant qu'il se faisait défoncer, la sensation rêche des poils pubiens venant frotter contre mister intimité à chaque enfoncement, la chaleur du foutre à l'intérieur de lui, à l'intérieur de sa « chatte », tout cela emporta instantanément la jouissance d'Eric. Son anus fut pris de spasmes forts, massant la queue enfouie en lui, et il cracha à mister tour mister sperme en longs jets épais qui retombèrent sur mister ventre et jusque sur sa poitrine.

Eric était au ciel...

la prof de math


J’enseigne les mathématiques dans un lycée plutôt tranquille, j’ai 38 ans, brune, de belles formes avec une belle poitrine et surtout (je le tiens de pas mal de mecs) un cul d’enfer.
Même quand je vais en cours, il m’arrive de porter des vêtements sexys, sans être pute non plus, mais je mets des jeans moulants, ou une mini-jupe, je sais bien que les élèves fantasment sur moi et je dois bien avouer qu’il m’est arrivé aussi de fantasmer sur quelques uns de ces jeunes hommes excités pour un rien…
En ce moment il y a un jeune homme, Matthieu, un jeune homme plutôt gentil, trop même, il est relativement sérieux mais souvent pensif et réservé. Il est de taille moyenne, brun à la peau assez mate, dans le genre hispanique, il a un je ne sais quoi, un charme qui m’attire, je dois bien le dire j’ai déjà eu envie de lui sexuellement, de plus pour avoir de temps en temps posé mon regard sur mister jean, je le soupçonne d’être bien membré, mais heureusement j’ai une morale et surtout un règlement à respecter.

Ce jour là je rendais des copies de contrôles, quasiment tous les devoirs étaient mauvais, très mauvais même, et Matthieu avait vu ses notes baisser régulièrement jusqu’à ce 0/20 du jour.
Je l’ai houspillé, lui particulièrement, je suis allée loin en lui faisant la leçon, j’ai dû un peu trop l’humilier devant ses camarades puis je lui ai demandé de venir me voir après la fin des cours.
18 heures, Les élèves sortent, je suis assise sur le rebord de mon bureau, Matthieu prend mister temps pour ranger ses affaires, quand tout le monde est sorti, il se lève et va fermer la porte, je ne vois pas qu’il enclenche la serrure.
Il se rapproche de moi alors que je lui adresse déjà un regard noir.

Moi – Matthieu tu peux me dire ce qui se passe en ce moment, tu ne travailles plus, tu ne fais plus rien, les notes comptent pour le diplôme et maintenant avec ce 0 tu n’as plus aucune chance de l’avoir !

Matthieu – C’est simple changez ma note…

Moi – NON MAIS TU REVES MA PAROLE ! ALORS TU NE BOSSES PAS ET TU ME DEMANDES DE CHANGER TA NOTE ??

D’un seul coup il me fait basculer en arrière, le dos sur le bureau, il passe sa main sous ma mini-jupe et appuie mister doigt sur mon string juste sur le clitoris.

Moi – Matthieu, mais qu’est ce que tu fais ?

Matthieu – alors tu la ramènes moins là non ?

Moi – Matthieu arrête immédiatement !

Sans m’écouter, il fait rouler mon string sur mes cuisses, il pose mister doigt sur ma vulve qu’il caresse, je tente de me dégager mais il me maintient solidement avec mister autre main.
Il baisse sa tête et je sens sa langue parcourir ma chatte de bas en haut, il s’arrête sur mon clitoris qu’il titille, je me power à ne pas pousser de cri de plaisir.
Il continue de me lécher et de me doigter, il est difficile de se retenir de gémir.

Moi – Matthieu arrête je t’en supplie !

Il relève la tête, il me regarde et me sourit puis il me retire complètement mon string qui finit par terre puis je le vois déboutonner mister pantalon et en extirper mister sexe qui est de bonne taille comme je le pensais.

Moi – Non Matthieu arrête ! ne fais pas çaaaaaaaaa…

Je sens sa bite entrer dans mon vagin en un éclair puis il commence à me limer

Moi – MAAAAtthieu, AAAaarr... mmmmmhhhh... Aaaahh, oui

Matthieu – tu aimes hein avoue !

Moi – Ouiiiiii, mmmmh, encore….

Matthieu continue de me baiser, il me tient les cuisses en l’air et écartées et me saute sur le bureau.
Il accélère les mouvements, je ne peux plus me retenir, je pousse des gémissements à chaque coup de rein de ce jeune mâle fougueux. Sa queue glisse à merveille dans ma chatte et en ressort luisante de ma cyprine abondante.
Il s’arrête, me fait descendre du bureau, me retourne et me penche en avant face au bureau avant de me retirer ma jupe.
Il me maintient la poitrine et la tête appuyée sur le bureau et me tenant la nuque, de mister autre main je le sens fouiller ma chatte, puis ses doigts remontent ma raie puis il les lèche et les pose sur mon anus pour l’enduire de cyprine mélangée à sa salive…

Moi – Oh Matthieu pas ça, tu es fou ou quoi ?

Matthieu – La ferme !

Je sens mister gland se poser sur ma rondelle, il appuie mais mon petit trou résiste, je sens que le passage se libère peu à peu sous la power du gland qui entre lentement, je commence à avoir mal et je pousse un cri de douleur lorsque mister gland entre entièrement.
Matthieu n’y prête pas attention et ne ralentit en rien, je sens sa queue s’enfoncer progressivement dans mon anus jusqu’à ce que mister pubis se serre contre mes fesses.
Il se retire lentement et donne un coup de rein léger pour enfoncer à nouveau sa queue. Il réitère l’opération mais chaque coup de rein est plus puissant, plus rapide et plus profond que le précédent, je commence à prendre du plaisir.

Moi – Oooohhhh, mmmmhhhh, c’est bon, continue…

Il tire doucement mes cheveux en arrière et accélère de plus en plus, je pousse des cris étouffés car même si le lycée est désert quelqu’un pourrait entendre.

Matthieu – Alors, t’aimes que je te sodomise, ça te plait les bites des petits jeunes entre les fesses ?

Moi – Mmmmh oui j’aime ça, tu me baises bien !

Il continue de limer dans mon anus, de temps à autre il sort sa queue entièrement pour la remettre immédiatement après. Quelques minutes après je l’entends pousser un râle de plaisir plus prononcé et je le sens éjaculer tout mister sperme dans mon cul. Il s’appuie fermement contre moi et finit de gicler mister jus en donnant de petits coups de reins rapides dans mon anus.

Il reboutonne mister pantalon, puis il s’éloigne, il me dit : « A demain madame » puis il ferme la porte, moi je suis toujours face au bureau, du sperme coulant de mon trou sur mes cuisses et par terre.

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The Cop, Cuckhold Husband And Slut Wife

My wife and I live in the mountains far from town so when we get together with friends we meet at their houses in town. We played poker with some friends of ours one night after work and didn't leave until about 10:00 at night. It's about an hour drive home and my wife was feeling a little horny. So one could imagine why I was in a bit of a hurry to get home.

My wife is 5'7" and about 140 pounds. She truly exudes sexiness and eroticism with her body and movements. Dressed in five inch heels, her luscious long legs are defined and athletic with a beautiful tan. She lays out nude three or four times a week and doesn't have a tan mark anywhere on her body. Her pussy is shaved daily which leaves a smooth and prominent mons. Beyond this awe inspiring pussy lies broad hips tapering to a small, narrow waist and tight, flat abs. Her ass, with the right amount of muscle, has a perfect round shape which you can tell could take a good pounding. I just love to fuck her from behind and see her soft long wavy blonde hair cascading down her tight torso to her waist. From this position I reach around to grab her firm 34B tits which fit her frame wonderfully. We are an open couple and guys have said in the past that she looks like she was built for fucking.

After exiting the freeway we have about two miles of dirt road and this night I was going fast enough to slide in the corners. My wife had unbuttoned her thin, gauzy, white shirt and removed her lacy bra. She had her right foot with her high heel shoe up on the dash. Her short denim skirt was pulled up exposing her bald pussy as she rubbed her clit lightly. I was looking at her pussy and then suddenly I looked up and saw a sheriff truck behind me with red and blue lights on. I pulled to the side into a big dirt area off the narrow road. My wife got her skirt pulled down and put the shirt together although was not able to button it up. When the deputy walked up to my window he asked for my license, registration and proof of insurance. I handed him the things he asked for and then he asked me if I knew why he had pulled me over. I told him that I might have been going a little fast on the dirt road. Then he informed me that the speed limit is 35 and I was clocked at 55. In addition to speeding, sliding in the corners is reckless driving. The deputy was 6'1" and about 250 pounds. His shoulders were wide and he was likely in his late forties. He had a full head of dark straight hair with a little gray mixed in. What first caught my attention was the size of his forearms, although he was a little overweight, you could tell he was hard as steel and probably strong as an ox.

He looked over at my wife and asked if she was okay and why her bra was on the floor with her shirt undone. She said, while blushing, that she was horny and it was why my husband was speeding. I asked if there was any way for him to let us go and he just stared at me for what seemed like a whole minute with an intimidating look on his face. Finally he said to me that if my horny little wife would get out of the car, and we did as we were told, that he would forget the whole thing. I looked over at my wife and she shrugged her shoulders. I asked her if she understood what was going to happen in a very whispered and slurred voice so the deputy would hopefully not hear me. She said she was okay with it if I was.

I looked back at the deputy and asked him what it was that he wanted us to do. He told my wife to get out of the car and walk to the front and for me to stay in the car and not to open my door no matter what. He was talking in a very powerful way at this point and as my wife got to the front of the car he told her to take off the shirt that was already open. She did as she was told and from the night air, and the excitement, her dark brown nipples were wrinkled up and hard as marbles. Then he told her to lean forward on the hood and put her hands behind her back. He put his handcuffs on her and told us both that it was for his own protection. Just seeing her with no shirt or bra on and laying face down on the warm hood with her hands cuffed behind her was making my cock start to throb. He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her straight up to a standing position then leaned forward to whisper something in her ear.

After he got done telling her something she looked straight at me through the windshield and said, "I'm going to get on my knees and suck his cock." I thought at the time that it would be over quick because she is very good with her mouth. The deputy pulled his gun out and laid it on the hood in front of me, but thankfully pointing away, and then took out his nightstick and laid it down next to the gun. He undid his belt and opened his zipper and pulled her by the hair down to her knees. He powerfully shoved his cock in her mouth and started sliding it in and out while holding on to her hair. It was an amazing thing to see my own wife on her knees with a deputy's cock in her mouth in front of my car while watching through the windshield from the driver's seat.

By this time my cock was as hard as a rock and I slowly started to undo the zipper on my shorts to let it out because the pressure was pretty intense. It startled me when all of a sudden the deputy pulled her up by her hair and laid her on the hood with her face sideways down on the metal and then he grabbed the cuffs and lifted her arms up about a foot. I could see her "B" size tits squishing out a little on both sides and with his other hand he pulled her skirt up to her waist and kicked her legs apart.

I got so excited watching her with her ass in the air, legs spread, hair splayed down her back and this huge man in uniform holding this sexy naked woman face down on the hood. I was thinking to myself how fucking hot it looked when I heard him saying to me, "tell me your wife is a slut and needs a good spanking." I said it as he told me and could feel my voice quivering as I spoke. He had a hold of her hands via the handcuffs with his right hand and came down with a hard smack on her left ass check with his left hand. He told me, 'I'm going to spank this sluts ass until it's red.'

As he was spanking her ass I got a good look at his cock which was standing out straight from his zipper. Now my cock is 8 inches and a normal size around but I could easily tell that his was longer and thicker. The head of his cock was the biggest I have ever seen. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he pushed it in. He stopped spanking and started to feel her pussy between her wide open legs then he let go of her hands and held on to the back of her neck pushing her flat on the hood. He grabbed hold of his cock and shoved it into her pussy. Her eyes went wide as she let out a scream. I saw her eyes roll back and she started yelling loudly, 'Awww fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.' He looked right at me though the windshield and said, "your slut wife is so wet." Then he pulled her up again by the hair and again whispered something in her ear. She looked up at me and said, "his cock feels so good and is so big that it feels like he has his nightstick in me."

He kept her head up by her hair and I couldn't take my eyes off her firm tits sticking straight out and the hardened little nipples. The handcuffs holding her arms behind her made her tits stand out so pointy and firm. I could also see down her flat belly to the top of her pussy where his enormous cock was sliding in and out and his balls were slapping against her clit. I could also hear his thighs slapping loud against her ass and he seemed to be pulling harder on her hair as he fucked her with more power. Although I couldn't hear her I could see her mouthing the words, 'fuck me, fuck me.' He then leaned forward and said more to her that I couldn't hear. She looked at me again and began saying "I'm a slut and I need this officers big cock in me".

She said that over and over and in the meantime he would reach around and alternate grabbing her tit and spanking her ass with his free hand. Every time he would smack her ass she would let out a moan. When he grabbed her tit he would slam that huge rod in her like a piston which would make her scream, 'yeeeeesss.' He put her face back down on the hood and was really fucking her vigorously while holding on to her hips. The car was rocking like a boat in the ocean because my wife was pinned to the front and he was fucking her so hard. I could have watched that all night long because he was fucking her so strong and fast that her ass had a rhythmic ripple going every time he was slamming balls deep on the down stroke. I saw her start to shudder and I knew she was cumming as her pussy was squeezing his cock like a vise. She was thrusting back at him and started screaming, "fuck my slut pussy with that big, beautiful cock." She put her chin up on the hood and looked at me with tears in her eyes and biting her bottom lip. Just as she finished cumming she said, while still looking at me, "his cock feels so good in my pussy and I never want him to stop fucking me". As she said this to me it must have been too much for him because he let out a loud moan and started cumming in her.

He pulled her up by her hair again and stuck his thumb in her ass as he came. While he was cumming and now fucking her ass with his thumb, my wife started to cum again. She had her head pulled up so high by her hair that she was looking up at the sky and I could tell if he let go she would fall to the hood. Her whole body was shaking and with her hands behind her there was no way her back could have the strength to hold her up. I couldn't even touch my cock at this point because I would have cum all over myself. I just sat there with my eyes as big as quarters and my cock standing straight up, stiffer than I think it has ever been.

The deputy pulled out of her pussy and told her to bend over and suck his cock clean. She slid right off the hood and from her knees started licking and sucking on his cock with such enthusiasm that she looked like a high dollar whore. It looked to me like she was worshipping his cock and sucking her cum and his jizz off his cock like it was the only thing she has had to eat in days. I think the slut in her wanted more of that big hunk of meat in her one more time. He grabbed her by the hair again and lifted her to her feet then back face down on the hood while he put his cock away. After he got his belt on, the gun and nightstick away, he took off the cuffs but told her to put her arms up as high as she could reach on the hood and to not move until he left. As he walked by my window he told me not to get out of the car until he was gone and that my wife was the hottest little slut he has ever fucked. He step closer to the window and said, "By the looks of your cock you like to see your slut get fucked." Then said that the next time he sees us going a little too fast down the dirt road he was going to fuck her in her pussy with the nightstick and in the ass with his cock.

After he left I got out of the car and my wife was still spread out on the hood. I stood there for a minute and told her how sexy she looked with her legs spread and cum leaking out of her pussy. All she said to me was "come fuck me." I walked right up behind her and slid my cock easily in her stretched out, sloppy wet pussy. As I started pounding that pussy I grabbed a hold of her hips and could feel the cum from the deputy running down my cock and to my balls. She left her arms stretched out on the hood and I knew it wouldn't be long before I added to the deputy's cum. I told her what the deputy had said about the next time and that it was so fucking hot to see her get fucked like that and we both started to cum at the same time like never before.

She got in the car and left her skirt up and her shirt off for the rest of the ride home. I looked over to see her playing with the cum that was leaking out of her pussy and watched her stroke her clit to another orgasm before we got home.

The scene was still so vivid in my mind that I fucked her two more times that night before we went to relax.

Et plus deux... Merci

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Minnie and the Newlyweds


Peter and Angie were in love with life. At 20 years and 19 years respectively, they had made the crazy madcap decision to elope, against their parents wishes, move from rural Southern California where they were both raised and travel overseas. They had dreamed of travelling to New Zealand, and shortly after their Las Vegas matrimonial ceremony they flew out from LAX for the 12 hour flight, cuddling and kissing like two young kids on an exciting adventure, which is not far from the truth.

Having arrived in New Zealand, Peter and Angie headed to Lake Taupo where they knew they could find work in one of the many cafes or tourist activities that are abundant in this popular holiday destination. Having spent the first two weeks in backpackers' accommodation they searched around Lake Taupo for a more permanent place to live. Responding to an ad in the local Taupo Times newspaper they were delighted to rent a large room in an upmarket apartment close to the lake.

Their new landlady, Minnie Davies, was a delight. A single lady in her mid-40's, she welcomed Peter and Angie with open arms, and treated them both as if they were her own youngren. In fact, on occasions, Minnie would admonish them as if they were her younger *****s, but she would always do if with a twinkle in her eye and loving smile, so that the newly weds would happily oblige by tidying up the dishes they had left in the lounge, or whatever their misdeed was. Anyway, coming from rural California, they knew they had a lot to learn about life. They never dreamed how much they were about to learn of life, what hidden desires one may harbour, and how these may be fulfilled.

Like any newly weds, Peter and Angie loved sex. Peter knew very little about the intricacies of foreplay, preferring to quickly ram his eager penis into Angie's sweet, moist vagina. Angie would respond with powerful, noisy moans that built to a shuddering orgasm. It was quick and passionate, as may be expected from two young lovers.

It was Friday night and Peter and Angie were looking forward to the weekend after a long week working in the Replete Café. For once they both had the weekend off. After watching a movie on television with Minnie, the newly weds decided to head off to bed for a much needed relax.

"Off to bed, then?" Minnie fixed her engaging smile on both of them. They both nodded and bid Minnie goodnight.

"I hope you are not planning to have sex tonight?"

Minnie's statement stopped both of them mid step. Had they heard correctly?

"What do you mean?" Angie managed to stutter.

"My dear, if they gave out Oscars for the noisiest orgasm, you would win hands down. Even the porn queens couldn't compete with you."

Angie could feel her face blush bright red. It was true. She knew she screamed while in the throes of orgasm. The noise came from deep within and she just couldn't control herself. It was a primal scream of deep satisfaction.

"Well?" Minnie directed her question to Peter. Peter responded with a dumbfounded expression.

"Are you planning to have sex?" Minnie pressed the point

Peter shrugged shyly. "I'm not sure," he managed to whisper.

"Come here and stand in front of me." Minnie beckoned to Peter.

For a moment he stood his ground before shuffling over to Minnie, his hands in his pockets and his head looking at his feet. He looked every bit the young lad about to get a scolding from his lady.

"Come closer" Peter stepped forward and now stood directly in front of Minnie.

Without warning Minnie reached out and unbuckled Peter's belt.

"What are you doing?" Peter exclaimed anxiously, but made no attempt to move away.

Minnie ignored him. She proceeded to unzip his jeans. Angie's mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was witnessing. With aggression Minnie pulled Peter's jeans to his knees, exposing bright blue boxers covered in pink hearts.

Minnie couldn't help but smile. "What lovely boxers. So....tastelessly youthful"

Peter was more embarrassed than he had been in his life. He knew he could stop it all by moving away, but his feet felt anchored to the floor. To add to his utter offense his penis was reacting to the situation in a way it never should, and he knew his erection would be obvious to all to see.

With a wicked glint in her eye Minnie roughly pulled the boxer shorts down. Peter's erect penis sprung into view. Peter did not dare to glance at his beautiful young wife. What must she be thinking?

" This delightful little fella is much too full of life," Minnie stared into Peter's embarrassed face, "which for me means another night of disrupted relax while your darling little wife screams her orgasmic heart out in blissful ignorance of others in the house. Angie was angry. She was being treated like a young, and this woman had no right to be embarrassing her husband in this manner. She was about to mutter her disgust when events took a turn for the worse. Minnie brazenly reached out with her hand and wrapped it around Peter's penis, then proceeded to stroke it, slowly at first before increasing the rhythm. Peter let out a low groan. He knew it was so wrong, but he was powerless to stop the events that were engulfing him. His legs begun to buckle as he felt his orgasm build. His fit young body shuddered as the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. Minnie had placed her other hand over the end of his penis and he ejaculated into her palm. Minnie continued with long strokes until Peter was well and truly spent.

Minnie squeezed her hand into a fist. The sperm squelched between her fingers. She turned to a horrified Angie, and gave one of her charming smiles.

"Perhaps now I might get a good night's relax."

Embarrassed beyond belief at what he had allowed to happen to himself, Peter pulled up his boxers and jeans and began to sidle out the room.

"Not so quick, the two of you," Minnie's voice carried authority. "Do either of you own pyjamas?"

Both shook their heads from side to side.

"I thought as much." Minnie reached for her purse and took out $60. "Tomorrow I want both of you to go out and purchase some modest flannelette pyjamas."

"We don't want your money, and we don't want pyjamas!" Angie whimpered petulantly.

"You will do want Minnie requests, because I know you are both lovely young people who want to please, but just need some guidance. You are, after all, both very young." Minnie placed the money in Peter's hand. "Now run along, and tomorrow night I want you both to report down to me, in your nice new pyjamas, before you go to bed."

The newly weds quickly retreated, both in a state of shock. One of them was very angry, the other acutely embarrassed.

"How could you?" Angie could hardly bring herself to speak. Peter could only shrug. He had no understanding of why he had let himself be humiliated in such a manner.

It was a very quiet night, and needless to say there was no sex.

It was Saturday morning and Angie and Peter were surprised they had slept in late. After dressing they quietly made their way down the stairs, hoping that they may avoid the embarrassment of coming into contact with their landlady. To their surprise Minnie was in the kitchen and had breakfast and coffee ready for them. She was her normal bright and cherry self and chatted as if nothing had happened. Her only reference to the previous night was an offhand comment that she had had such a good nights relax. Angie could not help but blush. After breakfast the newly weds ventured into town to purchase some groceries for Minnie. As they strolled down the street they came across a shop that sold pyjamas. Both looked at each other. They had not discussed Minnie's request.

"What harm is there?" Peter pleaded. "If we don't do as she asked we risk offending her and will then be out in the street. It is such a lovely place, and the rent is very cheap. We will never find anything near as good."

"Whatever," was Angie's petulant response. The truth was she was so confused she did not know what to think.

However she did not resist when Peter led her into the shop, and they soon departed with what Angie thought were unflattering, baggy, striped, flannelette pyjamas.

That night they decided to take in a movie. There was nothing that either of them particularly wanted to see, but to Angie it was preferable to spending the evening with their landlady. When they got home they were dismayed to see that Minnie was still up. Silently the trudged up the stairs to their bedroom. As they undressed, Peter did not hesitate to put on his pyjamas. Angie frowned in anger and stormed into the bathroom, but when she returned a few minutes later she was wearing her new pyjamas, the cord around her waist pulled tightly as she feared her pyjama bottoms would fall down. Silently they made their way down the stairs.

They stood at the doorway to the lounge where Minnie was sitting.

"Night," they both mumred, and tried to beat a hasty retreat.

"Come in here and show Minnie your sweet pyjamas." Reluctantly they both obliged, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Come over to me, Peter," Minnie beckoned with her finger.

Peter hesitated, and glanced over to his darling young wife. 'No', she silently mouthed to him. Peter looked back at his landlady.

"Now, young man! Don't make me come over and get you."

Peter's resistance evaporated. Before he knew it he was standing perilously close to the seated figure of his landlady.

Brazenly she reached out and grabbed Peter's penis through his pyjamas. "How is my favourite little penis tonight? Is it going to behave itself or does it need some relief to ensure I get a good nights relax?"

Peter tried to stammer that he was fine, but his penis quickly betrayed him. Minnie could not suppress a wry smile.

"Please drop those pyjama trousers now," Minnie spoke quietly, as if her request was nothing more than asking him to pass the salt.

"No!" Angie cried out, "don't Peter"

"Now, don't be jealous young lady. I'm not about to steal your man. As charming as Peter is, he's not my type. I like to swing the other way, if you know what I mean." Minnie was staring directly at Angie with piercing blue eyes. "But you, my dear, I would love to eat." Minnie laughingly licked her lips seductively.

Angie felt a shiver go up her spine. They had never seen their landlady with a male companion, but it had not dawned on them that she may be gay.

Minnie quickly turned her attention back to Peter. "Drop them."

Nervously he obeyed. When he loosened his pyjama bottoms they quickly fell to a heap on the floor, revealing his semi-erect penis. Minnie enveloped his member with her hand and squeezed tightly. Despite Peter's discomfort his penis swelled to its full potential. It only took a few deep, hard strokes by his landlady before he erupted in orgasm. Peter groaned in deep satisfaction. Minnie again captured the squirting sperm with her free hand.

Turning to Angie she opened her hand and gazed down at the sperm, almost as if she expected little tadpoles to be swimming about.

"Go and fetch me a tissue, sweetie." Minnie directed her request at Angie. Angie responded with a look of absolute disbelief. Her landlady had not only just masturbated her husband, but now was expecting her to fetch a tissue to clean off the sperm.

Despite her outrage, Angie found herself going to the kitchen and fetching the box of tissues. She threw them onto her landlady's lap.

"Pick up the tissues, take one out, and wipe up your darling young husband's sperm, unless you would rather lick it off my palm!"

Angie rapidly recovered the box of tissues, removed one and quickly began wiping up the sperm. She froze when Minnie reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"You really are a beauty." Minnie made it sound like a genuine compliment, and Angie could not help herself from blushing. "I really mean it. You are very beautiful."

That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Angie and Peter would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Minnie, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Peter knew the routine. He would paddle over to Minnie and stand patiently beside her chair. Angie would stand at the doorway, projecting her best frown. She was a reluctant spectator in this whole charade, and she despised the hold that Minnie had over her husband (a hold, both figuratively and literally!).

Nonchalantly Minnie would reach out and grip Peter's penis over his pyjama bottoms. If it failed to respond, she beamed them her best smile and bid them both goodnight. If his penis did respond, which was more often than not, Minnie would tilt her head and nod. She didn't have to say anything. Peter would untie the cord of his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. His landlady would squeeze tight and then pump him. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she pumped so hard that his eyes watered.

Even though he would try to hold back, he would ejaculate quickly into Minnie's hand. Angie knew it was her task to fetch the tissue, and even though she hated doing it, she knew that the quicker she did her little job the sooner they would be able to say goodnight to their landlady.

Angie could not believe that her love life was disappearing into the palm of her landlady's hand, all apparently for the sake of a good nights relax. She had no desire to live a life of celibacy. Minnie had already informed them several nights earlier that when she felt they were ready for it she would allow them to have sex, but they must seek her permission before hand. Angie almost screamed in disbelief. 'The cheek of the woman,' she silently fumed. 'She might have a hold over my husband, but she won't control me!'

Two weeks after the nightly ritual had begun Angie saw her chance. For one of the few times Minnie had ventured out for the evening and had not returned by 10.00pm. Angie and Peter were in the lounge watching a movie. Angie went to the window and peered through the curtains. No sign of Minnie's car in the driveway. Hastily she turned off the television, which caused her husband to protest that he was watching the movie. Angie ignored him, instead grabbing him by the arm and hauling him upstairs.

By the time they reached the bedroom Angie had reached under her dress and wrenched off her knickers. She felt so damn randy as it seemed like an age since she had had sex. She threw herself onto their bed and tried to haul her resisting husband down on top of her

"No honey, we can't," Peter protested, "Minnie told us we can't have sex without her permission."

"To hell with Minnie." With that Angie sat up and pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra so that she was totally naked. She well knew that her husband was always totally turned by the sight of her naked body. She had been a competitive swimmer until recently and had the characteristic broad shoulders, beautifully formed, petite 32 inch breasts, narrow waist and long muscular legs that seemed to go forever. Her blond hair was layered and shoulder length. Angie was rightly well proud of her body.

Predictably, Peter's resistance quickly melted away. He swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, and laughingly threw himself on the bed. He quickly entered his wife and could not believe how wet she was. He realised how tough the past two weeks of deprivation must have been on her. In no time they both erupted in a noisy chorus of groaning and moaning, both wishing the ecstasy of their orgasms could last forever. Afterwards they climbed under the sheets and enjoyed the feeling of relaxing naked, without the hindrance of their flannelette pyjamas.

The next morning, which was a Sunday, Angie awoke late, and peered over at her still relaxing husband. She smiled to herself. She felt good, especially about the fact she had got one over her landlady. It felt like a great victory, akin to when she won a race at a big swim meet. She was tempted to awaken Peter and have sex with him again, but decided not to push her luck. Instead she showered and dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. When she came across Minnie in the kitchen she couldn't help but give a self-satisfied smile.

"You look like the cat that just got the cream," Minnie chirped.

'If only she knew,' Angie thought smugly to herself

Following a day spent at the beach and a cheap meal at a local restaurant the newly weds returned. Minnie was snuggled up in her favourite chair reading a Jeffermister Parker novel. Peter and Angie showered, reluctantly put on their flannelette pyjamas, and ventured back downstairs to say goodnight to their landlady. Awkwardly Peter went and stood in front of his landlady. He was pretty sure that following last night's sex that his penis would behave and remain flaccid.

He stood in front of his landlady, but she made no move to reach out and grip his penis. In fact she totally ignored him. Peter glanced over at Angie and frowned. Angie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but underneath her calm veneer she was becoming concerned. Something was up, and it made her nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity Minnie put her book down and looked up at Peter, before slowly shifting her gaze to Angie. Angie could feel herself beginning to sweat, and cursed herself for not being stronger.

"Come over here, Angie." Minnie beckoned for her to stand in front of her beside Peter.

Angie briefly flirted with the thought of refusing, but instead found herself shuffling across the carpet to stand beside her husband. She was so close she could smell Minnie's perfume, but didn't have the courage to look her in the eye. Again she cursed her own weakness. It shouldn't be like this. She was a proud, independent woman, well able to stand up for herself. She had been the main instigator in persuading Peter to elope and travel to New Zealand. She saw herself as strong and independent, not weak and subservient.

"Look at me, Angie," Minnie's voice was quiet but carried authority. Angie powerd herself to look up at her landlady.

"You had sex last night." It was not said as a question, but a statement of fact.

Peter opened his mouth to utter a denial, but Minnie raised her hand. "I am talking to Angie. Please don't lie to me, young lady."

"What if we did," Angie suddenly responded petulantly, "you might think you control our sex lives, but you don't, you know."

"Did I not say to you that you needed my permission before you could have sex?"

"I'm not asking you if I can..."

Minnie interrupted her mid sentence and patiently repeated her question.

Angie wanted to be strong but she could feel her resistance melting away like ice on a hot day. She had this horrible feeling of inevitability in her gut.

"Well, did I?" Minnie continued to push for an answer

"Yes," Angie responded in almost a whisper.

"Go to my bedroom and get the wooden hairbrush off the top of my dresser."

Angie's eyes opened as wide as saucers and she stared at her landlady incredulously.

"Now, girl! If I have to go and get it myself you will certainly regret it."

Angie whimpered and her bottom lip pouted. The walk to the bedroom felt like a trip to the gallows. The hairbrush sat on the dresser. It looked huge and foreboding. 'Surely she is not going to do what I am fearing she might do,' Angie's mind raced. She had been smacked by her stepman as a thirteen year old when she had sneaked out of her bedroom one night to go to a party she had been forbidden to attend, but she was only a girl then, not the full grown adult she is now. 'Adult woman don't get spanked,' she rationalised to herself.

"Hurry up, young lady!"

Minnie's voice made her jump. She had been staring at the hairbrush in a trance. With great reluctance she picked it up. It was heavy in her hand. Slowly she made her way back to the lounge. She tried to muster her courage; the inner strength she felt she possessed, but it had abandoned her. Resuming her place beside Peter, she held out the hairbrush which Minnie took from her and placed on her lap.

"Take down your pyjama bottoms."

Angie's heart began to beat even more frantically. She tried to muster her courage.

"No, I won't. You can't make me!" Even to herself her voice sounded like a petulant whine. She felt like the 13 year old all over again.

It all happened so quickly that Angie did not even have time to react. Minnie bounded to her feet, hairbrush firmly gripped in her left hand. With her free hand she took hold of Angie's arm and swung her side on. Without any hesitation Minnie took to the young lady's backside with the hairbrush. The smacking noise filled the room, followed quickly by Angie's howls of shock and pain. She began prancing up and down and frantically tried to pull away but her landlady held her firmly in place with surprising strength. Peter had stepped back in surprise, his mouth wide open. He had never witnessed anything like this before.

After a flurry of spanks on her backside, Angie began sobbing real tears. She pleaded with Minnie to stop.

"Will you do what you are told?" Minnie demanded.

"Yes, yes!" Angie blurted out between sobs and screams.

"Say 'Yes, Mummy'" Minnie continued to spank her.

"Yes, Mummy!" Angie didn't care what she said if it would stop that wicked hairbrush reigning down on her poor bottom.

The spanking stopped, and Angie wiped the tears rolling down her cheek. She could not believe what had just happened to her. Minnie sat down and crossed her arms, a satisfied look on her face. She stared patiently at Angie.

Angie could not believe the act of undressing could be so gut wrenching and humiliating. She was use to being nude, and in fact sometimes liked to flirt her nude body in the women's dressing room when she was at a big swim meet. Most of the girls would go into the shower cubical to take off their swimming suits after a race, but Angie would strip off at the far end of the dressing room and brazenly stroll down to the shower. She liked the feeling of some girls stealing an admiring glance at her body as she passed by.

But this situation was far different; being powerd to take off her pyjama bottoms while standing directly in front of a relative stranger was so humiliating. It was then that Angie remembered that her landlady had professed to being gay and she had to power herself not to run away in shame.

With great reticence she untied the cord to her pyjamas, took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then let her trousers fall to the floor. She was thankful that her pyjama top was long and would cover her pubic triangle, but her landlady was not about to let her off so easily.

"Lift your pyjama top up to your waist and hold it there."

"Noooo!" Angie pleaded

Minnie picked the hairbrush up from beside her chair and began to stand up. This quickly sprung Angie into action. She gathered her pyjama shirt and lifted it up slightly.

"Higher," Minnie demanded.

Angie could feel herself blushing with shame. She lifted her shirt higher and knew that her pubic region was totally exposed to her landlady.

Minnie sucked air in between her teeth, obviously enjoying the sight that had been reluctantly revealed to her. "How delightful. Delicate milky skin topped off with a thick thatch of beautiful pubes. I would have taken you for being blond all over that sweet body of yours."

It was true. Even though the hair on her head was naturally a light blonde, her pubic hair was pitch black. She thought it was pretty neat to be a bit different, but right at this moment all it did was add to her embarrassment.

"Get over my knee."

"Please don't punish me again," Angie pleaded, "my bottom is so sore. Please!" Angie remembered how Minnie had asked her to call her Mummy when she pleaded for the spanking to stop. "Please...please Mummy, don't spank me again. I realise I have done wrong."

The use of 'Mummy' made Minnie smile, and obviously caused her to reconsider. "Alright my little darling, I won't spank you again tonight"

"Oh, thank you, Mummy," Angie decided to reinpower the good impression she had made by addressing Minnie in the same manner again. Even though it felt totally weird, she would say anything to avoid the hairbrush.

"Not tonight, But you are still owed a spanking and you will receive it tomorrow night. Now off to bed the both of you"

Angie's heart sank, but she did not have the courage to protest unless her landlady changed her mind and decided on further punishment tonight.

When the newly weds got to bed they spoke very little. Both were too shell shocked to try and rationalise what had happened to them in recent weeks. They knew they could pack their bags and go to the backpackers until they found somewhere else to live, but for some bewildering reamister neither of them raised the subject. Peter reached over and sympathetically rubbed her tender bottom as they drifted off to relax. Any thoughts of further illicit sex were well and truly off the menu.

The following day, Monday, both Peter and Angie were working at the café. Angie was thankful of the distraction as it took her mind off the spanking Minnie had promised her. Her mind kept straying back to the events of the night before, trying to make sense of it, but it was too bewildering for her to comprehend so she powerd herself to think of other matters. She found herself thinking of her own Mother, Stepman and her younger sister. Her Dad, who was an holy wateric and violent when takes, had thankful left when Angie was nine, and her Mum had remarried a couple of years later. Her Step Dad was strict, but very fair and loving. Angie knew that her family would be worried about her. She had never said goodbye, but had left a note to say her and Peter were eloping and going to New Zealand. For the first time she felt guilty, and just a little homesick.

The day dragged by for the newly weds, and in the evening that sat silently in their bedroom and read. Both avoided any conversation of what had happened the night before, or what was likely to unfold tonight.

Angie reluctantly looked at the clock on the wall. It was passed 10.00pm and she knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. Both had already showered and changed into their pyjamas. With a heavy sigh, Angie stood, took Peter by the hand, and led him down the stairs.

With great trepidation they snuck their heads around the doorway into the lounge. They half hoped their landlady may have gone to bed, but there was to be no such luck tonight. She was seated in her favourite chair, deeply absorbed in her book.

Without looking up Minnie spoke quietly, "Come in my darlings, take off your pyjama bottoms, and stand in front of me."

"Both of us?" Peter enquired

Minnie looked up from her book and smiled, "Yes my dear, both of you."

Neither thought of refusing her request. For some totally weird reamister it seemed as if they had no choice other than to submit. Quietly they both removed their pyjama trousers, and then stood awkwardly, covering their pubic regions with their hands. Peter took the lead and walked over to stand in the front of Minnie. Silently Angie followed.

For what seemed an eternity they were left standing in front of her, naked from the waist down. Finally Minnie exaggerated the act of closing her book and with a big sigh putting in on the table beside her.

"Right my dears, who is to be first?"

Peter's jaw dropped. It had not occurred to him that he was also to be punished. He just assumed it was going to be Angie, and he was going to have to endure the agony of watching. He now realised he was going to experience the agony first hand.

"No volunteers. Right, Peter you are up first. Go and fetch my hairbrush."

Peter did not have it in himself to protest. He also knew that he was equally to blame for them having had illicit sex. Meekly he shuffled to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Now that he was holding it for himself, it looked to be even more of a fearsome object than the last time he had seen it.

With great difficulty he handed over the hairbrush. He had never been punished like this before, by being spanked. Up to now his experiences at the hands of his landlady had been pleasurable. More pleasurable than he could ever bring himself to admit to Angie. Even though he was as humiliated as hell by submitting to Minnie's fondling of his penis, in some way it made his orgasms even more intense than ever. He couldn't even begin to comprehend it.

Before he had a chance to even think about it, Minnie had hold of his arm and pull him over her thighs. He could not believe how vulnerable he felt. Just as quickly the smacks of the hairbrush starting reining down on his exposed rear. He yelped like a puppy, from the mixture of surprise and pain. He had never experienced anything like it before. He tried to be a man and hold back the tears, which he managed to do just, but could not suppress his loud sobs. In no time at all his backside felt like it was on fire, and he found himself pleading to his landlady for forgiveness.

Finally the spanking ceased and Peter tenderly pulled himself off his landlady's lap. He tried to contain his sobbing, while at the same time rubbing his backside in a futile effort to dull the pain

Minnie looked over at a very apprehensive Angie, gave her an engaging smile, and then patted her lap in a clear sign that it was now Angie's turn to take her punishment.

Angie felt small and vulnerable, like a young young. She did not want to be spanked, but despite her apprehension she was surprised that the thought of being smacked was not as abhorrent to her as she felt it should be. These conflicting emotions confused her, however she was given no time to dwell on it. Before she knew it she was lying across Angie's lap, and after having her position briefly rearranged so her buttocks were nice and high in the air the smacks began to rain down. For what seemed like an eternity to Angie her rear was pummelled with a flurry of strong blows.

She quickly gave up any pretence of being a mature adult, and she let her tears flow freely as she howled in pain. Just when she felt it would never end, it did. Angie allowed herself to slide off her landlady's lap and onto the carpet, while clutching her battered buttocks.

After being given a few minutes to compose themselves, Minnie made both of them stand in front of her. Secretly she could not help but admire the sight before her. Two gorgeous young adults, tear-stained faces, naked from the waste with glowing red buttocks.

"Have you two learnt your lesmister."

The newly weds both nodded without hesitation.

"I can't hear you," Minnie held her hand to her ear to emphasise the point.

"Yes," they chorused

"Yes, what?" Minnie persisted.

After a brief hesitation Angie responded, "Yes, Mummy."

"Peter?"

"Yes, Mummy."

Despite the incredible offense and very real pain from the spanking by their landlady, Minnie, neither of the newly weds gave consideration to packing up and walking out, which to many would have seemed a very obvious course of action. For reamisters that neither of them could yet begin to fathom, they rationalised that they deserved to be punished for their behaviour. But underlining this simplistic rationalisation of their situation, both knew that there was something emotionally deeper that was keeping them from moving out of the apartment.

The evening after the spanking Peter and Angie changed into their baggy, stripped flannelette pyjamas and gingerly went downstairs to the lounge to say goodnight to Minnie. When they entered the room Minnie looked up from her book and beckoned them both over to stand in front of her.

"How are those cute little buttocks of my darling young ones?" Minnie seemed sincere in her concern. "Still tender?"

Angie and Peter both nodded.

"Better than last night", Angie spoke shyly, "but still a little sore."

"I think of have got something that will definitely help." With that Minnie reached over and picked up a bottle of some type of creamy lotion.

"Turn around and drop your pyjama bottoms."

Angie and Peter turned away from their landlady, untied the cords of their pyjamas and let them fall to the floor, exposing their pinkish buttocks.

"Now kneel down." Both complied without question.

"Now put your heads on the ground and push those beautiful pink rear ends in the air."

Peter complied without question, but Angie was reluctant to follow suit, only too aware of how exposed she would be. She knew that in that position, no matter how tightly she kept her legs together, that at the very least her vagina would be partially exposed to her lesbian landlady.

"Perhaps Angie would care for another spank?" There was no anger in Minnie's voice but the implied threat was very clear.

With a deep sigh of defeat Angie placed her head in her hands on the floor, while at the same time doing everything she could to clench her buttocks and keep her legs firmly together. She was red faced with shame, which matched the colour of her cute rear end that had Minnie almost licking her lips at the perfect sight. She could not believe how the two of them were prepared to be so submissive in her presence. It was as if all her erotic dreams had come true at once.

Minnie dipped her fingers into the cream and slowly massaged it into Peter's buttocks, before repeating the process with Angie. Both of the recipients groaned with the relief they were receiving from the soothing cream being gently applied by their landlady.

Minnie continued to apply the cream for many minutes, alternating between each set of buttocks. She could sense that both of them were beginning to relax and be less conscious of their vulnerable and submissive posture. As she continued to apply the cream in a circular motion she worked closer towards their anus, and finally let her fingers stroke over the top of both of their puckered entrances.

Peter and Angie both instantly tensed, and tried to clench their buttocks. Angie began to sit up.

"Get your head down, and arch your back," Minnie spoke with quiet authority. "Mummy demands your respect and obedience, and if you do you may be amazed at the pleasures you can feel."

Reticently Angie resumed her position, and arched her back as commanded. She was puzzled by her landlady's comments, which left her both frightened but excited. She was well outside her own comfort zone, but it was not a totally unpleasant experience.

Minnie turned her attention to Peter. "Open your legs."

Gingerly Peter opened his legs as requested. Minnie continued to manipulate his anus, applying more pressure as she did so. Peter let out a low moan as he felt her finger begin to penetrate. At the same time he felt his landlady's other hand reach between his legs and take a firm grip of his testicles and penis. As the finger penetrated further, Minnie began to stroke her other hand up and down while keeping a firm grip around the testicles and penis. Peter's groans became loader and more urgent.

Curiosity was getting the better of Angie and she could not resist swivelling her head slightly so that she could observe what was happening. The sight seemed so surreal. From the glazed look she could see coming over Peter's eyes she knew he was in pleasure land.

From the tone of Peter's groaning it was clear he was getting very close to coming, but at that point Minnie let go of the captive penis and withdrew her finger. Peter again groaned, but this time it was definitely in frustration.

"Don't either of you move a muscle." With that Minnie left the room briefly to wash her hands before returning to the newly weds who had clearly not moved, which did not surprise her.

Taking another blob of cream she rubbed it over her hands and then turned her attention to Angie.

"Open your legs, darling."

Angie grimaced in shame. "Please Mummy, don't make me do that. I will be so embarrassed."

Minnie could not help but smile to herself. "But why darling?"

Angie felt humiliated by both her potential exposure and the tone of the conversation.

"Because you will see my private parts," she whispered.

"You mean I might see your vagina?"

"Yes"

"Your little Pussy?" Minnie purred like a cat.

"Yes"

"What about your little clit. Will I see that as well?"

Angie was dying with offense. "Yes, possible that as well. Please Mummy, I beg you."

"Well, my darling little one, I have news for you. I have seen it all before. In fact I sort of consider myself a bit of an expert. Sort of like a lesbian amateur gynaecologist." Minnie couldn't help but chuckling to herself. Angie didn't share her joke.

"However, never let it be said I am not fair," Minnie continued, "You don't have to open your legs....you can elect to take a spanking instead."

"Noooo!" Angie groaned, "Please mummy."

Minnie's hand rested on Angie's buttock. "Your choice darling."

For not the first time over recent weeks Angie briefly reflected on how she had allowed herself to be drawn into such an utterly, totally, humiliating situation. All that Peter and she had to do was pack up and walk away. No one was making them stay. They weren't victims. As difficult as it was for Angie to accept, they were willing participants. Why they were allowing themselves to be degraded in such a manner was something she could not begin to fathom.

Through all this turmoil in her mind, one thing was clear; her landlady's hand was resting on her buttock and she needed to make an important decision. But she knew there was only one option she was always going to take. Despite the gut wrenching offense of exposing herself in such a manner, Angie moved her knees apart.

"Wider, darling," urged Minnie, smiling to herself at her nubile tenant's presentation. She was afraid that if she pinched herself she would awaken from one of those erotic dreams you wish would never end.

Angie's knees slide wider apart.

"Arch your back."

Angie complied, knowing that by doing so she was exposing her most intimate parts even further to her lesbian landlady.

Minnie soaked up the gorgeous sight presented to her. She could not help but reflect that it was possibly the most perfect vagina she had ever set eyes on, Angie's labia were full and swollen, with a surprising large clitoris pocking out proudly as if seeking attention. It was clear to Minnie that despite her tenant's protestations she was clearly sexually stimulated, which was no surprise to her. She prided herself in her ability to recognise those people that were natural submissives.

Now that Angie was positioned to Minnie's satisfaction she began to apply the cream to her buttocks. Angie was initially tense, but gradually Minnie could feel her relaxing. Slowly she worked her fingers toward her anus, and although Angie stiffened she did not attempt to pull away this time. Gently Minnie massaged her cute tight anus until she could feel the entrance begin to soften.

As she applied further pressure her finger easily began to slide in. At the same time Minnie reached between Angie's legs and gently stroked her labia. Angie emitted a long sigh of deep pleasure. As Minnie's finger sunk further into her tenant's anal cavity the fingers of her other hand moved expertly to her clitoris. Angie pushed backwards towards the invading fingers as Minnie stroked her clitoris as if it was a small penis.

Angie was soon very wet and highly aroused. She began to breathe deeply and rotate her hips as she felt her orgasm building within her. She felt desperate given the lack of sex she had experienced in recent weeks and she could hear herself groaning very loudly.

But just as she was about to reach the point of no return the fingers withdrew, causing Angie to howl in frustration. She was vaguely aware of movement going on behind her but was too agitated to take it all in. Suddenly she felt the familiar feeling of her husband's penis easily penetrating her vulva. Surprised, she swung her head around, and realised that Minnie had taken hold of Peter's penis and manoeuvred him behind her. She had then guided his penis into Angie's vagina so that Peter was fucking her doggie style. Minnie was crouched beside them so that she could fully view her two tenants having sex.

Angie's conscience told her it was wrong to be having sex in front of her landlady, but this did not stop her pushing backwards to meet the urgent thrusting of her husband. In no time Angie was screaming her pleasure as they both experienced powerful orgasms that lasted a lot longer than they had ever experienced before.

Once the pleasure subsided they both collapsed on the carpet in exhaustion. They were vaguely aware of Minnie kissing both of them on the cheek before leaving the room.

"Goodnight, my darling youngren," she whispered to them as she left the room.

The following day nothing was mentioned of the previous evening's antics. Angie and Peter were initially deeply embarrassed when they came down the stairs for breakfast, but Minnie was her usual cheerful self and acted as if nothing had happened. But to Peter and Angie something had happened. Something that was totally humiliating but also sexually powerful. As much as they tried to deny it, both knew it was the most erotic experience they had encountered in their lives to date. They also sensed they had reached a tipping point, and their lives were not going to be same from now on.

That evening, after a busy day's work at the café, Peter and Angie watched television with Minnie. There was only sporadic conversation, yet the air was full of tension, mixed with anticipation. When 'Dancing with the Stars' finished on TV the newly weds politely excused themselves and went up to their room to shower. As they dressed in their flannelette pyjamas, both starred at each other with an awkward air of embarrassment. On a number of occasions they had attempted to discuss with each other what had happened, and how they felt. But embarrassment, combined with a lack of understanding of how to express their own feelings on their submissive behaviour, meant that the conversations had been brief and superficial.

As they exited their room to walk down the stairs to the lounge where they knew their landlady would be waiting, Peter took hold of Angie's hand and they walked down together. It was a silent show of support that Angie appreciated. It was recognition that they were aligned in whatever fate awaited them.

As they entered the room Minnie turned off her TV and beckoned Peter and Angie to stand in front of her. Nervously they shuffled over, Angie almost tripping on her pyjama bottoms, causing them fall down her hips. She quickly gripped them just has her pubic hair peaked into view. Angie could not help but blush with embarrassment.

"From tonight my dears," Minnie smiled, "The rules are going to change. Not a lot. Just a little."

Both Peter and Angie sucked in air in anticipation.

Minnie continued. "From now on before you enter the lounge you will go into my bedroom and fetch my hairbrush. When you come into the lounge you will stand before me, remove your pyjama pants totally, and hand me my hairbrush."

Angie's bottom lip dropped, and Peter could not help but wince.

"It does not mean I am going to punish you every night. If you have been well behaved and do as I ask, you will not receive a spanking. However, if I decide you need to be punished, for whatever reamister, then you will be soundly spanked. You must do as I ask without question or comment. If you don't I will double your punishment. Are all my requirements crystal clear to you?"

"Yes," they both chorused without hesitation

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mummy," Angie whimpered.

Minnie stared at Peter.

"Yes, Mummy," Peter stammered.

Minnie continued. "When you are in this lounge with me you must always address me as Mummy."

Angie opened her mouth to enquire as to why they had to address her as 'Mummy'. Their experiences with their landlady were humiliating enough without them being further demeaned by having to address her as if they were a couple of her young youngren, not the adults they really were.

"At all times!" Minnie's stern response made it clear that any comment was not welcome, and likely to result in a sound spanking.

Angie closed her mouth and looked down at the floor as if she had found something fascinating in the pattern on the carpet.

"Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Mummy," they chorused without hesitation.

"Right. Now, have you forgotten something?"

The newly weds looked at each other, bewildered, then turned to Minnie.

"Pardon....Mummy," Peter stammered.

"The hairbrush, my little darlings." Minnie rolled her eyes as if she was explaining something to young youngren. "Fetch it."

The newly weds quickly scampered out of the lounge and into their landlady's bedroom. The hairbrush was perched ominously on the dresser. Peter and Angie hesitated, neither keen to pick it up. Peter, trying to look braver than he actually felt, finally reached out and took the heavy wooden object in his hand. The hairbrush was no longer just a hairbrush, but an instrument capable of dishing out severe punishment. He looked at it briefly before quickly retreating from the bedroom, his wife silently following.

They shuffled back into the lounge and assumed their position in front of their landlady, Peter awkwardly holding the hairbrush in front of him. For a moment they stood silently while Minnie gazed at them from the comfort of her arm chair. Angie then realised what her landlady was waiting for. Quickly she elbowed Peter to get his attention, then untied the cord holding her pyjama bottoms up, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her feet. She easily stepped out of them so that she was naked from the waist down, although her baggy pyjama top did at least afford her a modicum of modesty as it covered much of her pubic region.

Angie glanced over at Peter and found that he had also followed suit and removed his pyjama bottoms.

Minnie reached out and took the hairbrush form Peter.

"Lie down on your backs with your feet facing me."

Both were surprised by this request, especially as they were expecting to have to adopt a position that exposed their buttocks. They quickly complied, lying down with their arms at their side.

"Now bend your legs and lift them above your head and hold them there, keeping your knees wide apart." Minnie smiled, knowing the impact her request would have on her tenants' modesty.

Angie's eyes widened in horror. They were indeed going to have their buttocks exposed, and in the most degrading manner that she could ever imagine.

"Quickly my young ones," Minnie urged, "or the punishment will be doured."

With great reticent both of them lifted their legs and pulled their knees to their heads. Angie was sure the shame was going to crush her, but with a deep breath she managed to find the courage to pull her knees apart. She had never felt so exposed.

Minnie stood up and looked down at her two totally exposed tenants. She could not believe the wonder of the sight before her. The power she had over the two of them was thoroughly intoxicating.

"Get those cute little butts of yours higher in the air," she commanded, "And open those legs wider."

She got the total compliance she wanted. The buttocks were raised higher and the legs pulled further apart to expose themselves even more obscenely.

"You are both going to be spanked ten times, and you will count each spank and say 'thank you, Mummy.' Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mummy," echoed back. "And if you move or fail to count, I will start from the beginning. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mummy."

The first spank landed sharply on Angie's raised buttocks, causing her gasped in pain.

"Owww! One, thank you, Mummy," she managed to grunt.

The next blow connected with Peter, and the intensity of the pain surprised him. It took him a moment to catch his breath before uttering "One, thank you Mummy."

Peter and Angie were both reduced to tears by the time they had received their full complement of ten spanks on their totally exposed buttocks. But despite the pain they both bravely held their positions, their legs pulled above their heads and knees spread wide apart.

Minnie placed the hairbrush on the table. "Don't either of you move, or I will repeat your punishment."

With that Minnie reached over between Peter's legs and gripped his flaccid penis. It only took half a dozen long hard strokes of Minnie's expert hand before Peter was fully erect. A dozen strokes later and he was grunting with ecstasy. When he came his sperm pulsed out from his penis in long hard spurts. Minnie used her hand to direct the flow of the sperm so that it landing humiliatingly on Peter's own face. Peter was wide-eyed with shock but was far too gone to be able to do anything about it.

With his orgasm completed Minnie directed him to hold the position, his face awash with his own sperm.

Minnie then turned her attention to Angie. "Now, how is my little Angel? Keep those legs nice and wide for Mummy."

Despite her discomfort from having held the position for so long, Angie managed to open her legs wider. She felt so degraded as her landlady knelt before her, obviously taking in the sight of her total exposure. But despite the offense, Angie also knew that she was wet with sexual excitement.

Angie's arousal was quickly confirmed by Minnie as she ran her finger along her tenant's slit, and then held it up so that Angie could clearly see just how wet she was.

"My little girl gets very wet when being spanked by Mummy, doesn't she?" Minnie moved her finger closer to Angie's face.

Angie's response was to pout her bottom lip and screw up her face in embarrassment.

"Open up your mouth and suck on Mummy's finger."

Reluctantly Angie slowly opened her mouth to allow her landlady to insert her finger. Angie instantly tasted the saltiness of her own cum.

"Suck harder," Minnie directed, inserting her finger even further into the mouth of her hapless tenant.

As Angie sucked noisily on the finger, Minnie reached down with her other hand and thrust several fingers deeply into Angie's vulva. Angie's eyes bulged wide with shock at the sudden invasion, but she continued to suck hard on the finger.

As Minnie stroked her fingers quickly in and out, she used her thumb to encircle Angie's clit. Very quickly Angie was panting with excitement, struggling to take in breath because of her posture and the fact that she was sucking on the finger that was still inserted deep in her mouth. Angie's orgasm hit her like a giant tidal wave cascading onto a beach. Unable to scream as she normally did when in the froes of orgasm; she emitted long hard grunts of total ecstasy, breathing noisily out of her nose. The waves of pleasure just kept blasting through her like nothing she had ever experienced. By the time her orgasms subsided Angie was near collapse.

For Peter and Angie each evening was now full of anticipation. As the evening progressed they could feel themselves becoming excited by what was going to happen. The unpredictability of what they would encounter was an intoxicating mix of dread, offense and anticipation.

Each night after showering they would fetch the hairbrush then present themselves to their landlady; pyjama bottoms in a heap at their feet. They never knew quite what to expect. Sometimes they received the full treatment; a spanking followed by being brought to orgasm by the skilful hands of their landlady. The spankings could be delivered in a number of ways, either over the knee, doggie style, or diaper style on their backs with legs raised.

Once a week Minnie would allow the newly weds to have sex after being spanked. The sex always took place in the lounge in full view of Minnie, and it was always her that would dictate what position they would have sex in.

On other evenings there would be no spanking or sex. Minnie would simply reach under Peter's pyjama top and grip his penis. If it did not response she would kiss them both on the cheek before sending them to bed. These occasions were always a bit of a let down for the newly weds, as they had built up their anticipation of what the evening may hold for them.

This afternoon when they arrived home from work at the Taupo café they could hear voices in the kitchen. After changing out of their work clothes they went back downstairs and into the kitchen where they found their landlady sharing a coffee and a laugh with a strikingly attractive young lady with dark olive skin. Minnie introduced the young lady as Alice, her 18 year old niece, who was going to be staying with them for 2 weeks. Angie and Peter shared a quick glance of concern between them. No one had ever been to stay before in all the time they had been living in Minnie's apartment on the lake. After sharing polite conversation for a few minutes the newly weds excused themselves and returned to their room.

Once in their room Angie and Peter discussed the matter of having a visitor staying in the house and quickly came to the conclusion that their nightly ritual would simply be put on hold for the duration of the niece's visit. In truth, they resented the intrusion, and hoped that the niece would at least occasionally go out partying or something in the evenings so that they could still fit in some of their 'private' time with Minnie.

That night the newly weds played cards with their landlady and her niece. They found that not only was Alice a very attractive young lady but also very pleasant, and being of a similar age to Peter and Angie, who are 20 and 19 respectively, they found they had a lot in common. Alice was fascinated by the story of how the newly weds secretly eloped to Las Vegas before flying to New Zealand.

Once the card games were finished, Peter and Angie stood, kissed their landlady on the cheek, and said goodnight to Alice.

Just as they were disappearing out the door, Minnie's comment sent a chill down both of their spines. "I don't believe that is the way we say goodnight in this house. When you have showered you come down and do it in the manner that Mummy expects."

Peter and Angie were mortified, but then relaxed a little when they rationalised that Minnie would no doubt send her niece to bed before they had showered and returned to the lounge. With excited anticipation they quickly showered, put on their pyjamas, and ventured downstairs. It was Angie's turn to collect the hairbrush and so she did a quick detour into Minnie's bedroom to collect it, before rejoining her husband at the doorway to the lounge.

As the newly weds popped their heads around the corner they were mortified to find that Alice was still in the lounge talking to her Aunty Minnie. They quickly pulled their heads back, but Minnie had already spotted them.

"Come in my darlings," Minnie invited them cheerfully.

With huge reticence Peter and Angie entered the room, feeling stupid dressed in only their flannelette pyjamas. It was okay when it was just Minnie, but downright embarrassing when there was a stranger present, especially someone of their own age. Awkwardly they stood in the centre of the lounge. Angie was suddenly aware she was holding the hairbrush in front of her and quickly put it behind her back. Alice was wide-eyed at the proceedings unfolding before her and was clearly intrigued.

"Have you two forgotten what is required of you, or perhaps you are just trying to make me angry so I will double your punishment, Is that what is going on here?"

"Nooo," Angie pouted. Peter just stared at the floor.

"No, what?" Minnie reprimanded.

Angie fidgeted with her fingers behind her back and blushed with embarrassment. She could not believe her landlady was going to get her to say that word with her niece present.

"No......Mummy," she managed to mumble.

"Well hurry along the two of you as you are certainly trying my patience. What must Alice think of your poor behaviour?"

Minnie's reminder to them that Alice was present caused even Peter to blush. He dreaded how his penis might behave if he was powerd to expose himself in front of the beautiful Alice.

Neither Peter nor Angie could make eye contact, and studied their feet as they slowly shuffled forward until they were standing in front of their landlady. Alice was seated beside her Aunt and had clearly been positioned there by Minnie to ensure she could get a good view of proceedings.

The newly weds stood silently and unmoving.

"Well?" Minnie's voice broke the silence.

Angie looked up and realised that Minnie had her hand out waiting to be handed the hairbrush. Angie quickly brought the hairbrush from behind her back and handed it to her landlady.

"Ohhhh, that's a big hairbrush," Alice cooed provocatively.

The comment only served to increase the offense that Angie and Peter were both feeling. Minnie knew that having Alice present was going to be a big test for her tenants. Her plan was to up the stakes, so to speak, to find out what the limits were for their submissive behaviour.

Once Minnie had taken the hairbrush she placed it on the table beside her chair, and then returned her gaze to Peter and Angie. It was clear what she was waiting for.

Angie couldn't believe what she was about to do. She knew no matter how she rationalised the situation, or no matter how humiliated she felt, the result was going to be the same. She was going to drop her pyjama bottoms and expose herself to her landlady and her 18 year old niece.

Since it was pointless torturing her emotions by delaying the inevitable, Angie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, untied her pyjama chord and let her pants fall to the floor. It was a gut wrenching experience for her, but so had been many of the things that had happened to her since her and Peter shifted in.

The tension in the air was like an electrical current running through everyone in the room. Angie final got the courage to open one eye and peek over at her husband. Much to her surprise Peter was still fiddling nervously with the chord of his pyjamas. When her eyes lowered to his groin the reamister for his reluctance became clear; his penis was already fully erect and pushing against his pyjama bottoms like a serpent trying to break free. Finally with a big sigh of resignation Peter untied his pyjama chord and let them fall to the floor. For a brief, embarrassing moment his pyjamas hooked up on his erect penis and he had to flick them off.

With his pyjama pants on the floor his penis was in clear view of all to see, pointing ramrod straight towards Minnie and her niece.

"Oh my god! Oh.....my....god!" Alice stared disbelievingly at the sights that confronted her. Her Aunt Minnie had in fact told her about the newly weds submissive behaviour, but she had not believed they would actually go this far.

"I just don't believe it," Alice shook her head, "they actually willingly take off their clothes for you."

"Aren't you embarrassed doing this?" Alice directed her question to Angie.

"Yes," pouted Angie.

"Are you exhibitionists?" Alice was clearly very fascinated.

"Nooo," Angie pouted again.

"No?" Minnie interjected herself into the conversation, "I think you darlings are exhibitionists."

"No, Mummy," was Angie's quick denial.

But Minnie was not about to let her Angie off the hook. "Then why is Peter standing before us with a huge erection? And I bet if I run my finger through that cute little slit of yours I am going to find you are all wet?"

Angie bit her lip. She was mortified. But she also knew that her landlady was right. Despite the total offense of the situation she now found herself, she knew she was sexually excited. What deviant genes does she possess that make her become so stimulated when she is treated in this manner.

"Well, my darling, is Mummy not correct?"

Angie could feel a tear rolling down her cheek. It was tough openly admitting how turned on she was, when she felt she should be anything but.

"Yes, Mummy. I think I am a little wet down there." Angie couldn't think of any other way to say it.

"Just a little wet?" Minnie queried

"I might be a bit more than just a little wet," Angie confessed. "Why don't you move over and stand in front of Alice so that she can see first hand just how much my little darling enjoys exposing her most private parts."

Angie groaned as her embarrassment was further intensified. She took the couple of sideway steps to stand directly in front of the landlady's niece. Alice continued to be wide-eyed with excitement.

"Now lift up your pyjama top so that Alice can get a good view of that pretty thatch of black pubic hair you have," Minnie directed.

Blushing profusely, Angie gripped her top and pulled it up to her waist, fully exposing her pubic region to the niece.

"Now open your legs, darling," Minnie prompted.

Angie complied. Without hesitation Alice reached out and ran her finger over her vulva. Angie had to bite her lip to stop her from groaning at the pleasure of being touched in this manner. A wave of eroticism surged through her body.

"Oh my god, she is soooo wet!" Alice exclaimed, looking at the dampness on her finger.

"She also loves sucking her own juices off your fingers," Minnie smiled, and turning to Angie, "Ask Alice nicely if you can suck your juices off her finger."

"Please Alice, can I suck my juices off your finger," Angie murmured.

"Too cool," Alice responded excitedly, "but let gets my fingers really wet so you can have a good taste."

With that Alice reached her hand out and suddenly thrust two fingers deep into Angie's moist vagina. Angie felt as if her legs were going to collapse, so intense was the pleasure. Alice intensified the pleasure by thrusting her fingers in and out three or four times before withdrawing.

However rather than hold her fingers in the air, Alice placed her hand on her lap, with her damp fingers resting on her knee. Angie realised what was expected of her and lowered herself to her knees, put her head on Alice's lap, and opened her mouth. Alice inserted her two fingers that were covered with the girl's juices, and Angie began sucking noisily.

Angie was overcome by an unfathomable sense of contentment as her head lay in Alice's lap, sucking at her own juices. As she glanced upwards she was briefly shocked to find that Alice had lent forward and taken her husband's penis into her mouth and was now deep throating him, something that Angie herself had never done despite repeated hints from Peter in the past. Angie's initial reaction was a mixture of anger and resentment, causing her to stop sucking on the fingers inserted in her mouth.

Alice looked down at Angie with smiling eyes, and begun thrusting her fingers further into Angie's mouth in a clear indication that she was to continue sucking. Angie relaxed her head back on the lap and resumed her noisy sucking. For the next brief while the only noise in the room was the slurping from Angie's finger sucking and Alice's deep throating. Soon Peter was groaning in ecstasy as his sperm erupted into beautiful Alice's mouth. Peter was incredibly impressed at the way she sucked him dry.

As soon as Alice withdrew the now limp penis from her mouth, Minnie grabbed Peter's hand are jerked him over her knee, picked up the hairbrush, and in very quick succession delivered 20 hard spanks to his exposed buttocks. Peter yelped with pain.

Once she had finished delivering the spanks to Peter, Minnie kissed him on the cheek and told him it was time for him to go to bed.

"But Mummy, what about Angie?" Peter whimpered.

"She will be along shortly, now off to bed before I decide to well and truly blister that backside of yours."

Peter hurriedly retreated, although he did give a quick look of concern towards his wife before he disappeared out the door. Angie suddenly felt very vulnerable. She had never been alone before with her landlady, and now found herself in the room with two women who clearly were out to dominate and humiliate her. Nervously she rested her head on Alice's lap, continuing to suck her fingers as if she was a baby suckling her lady's nipple. Alice gently stroked Angie's hair with her other hand for several minutes, causing Angie to be enveloped in an erotic cocooned of warmth.

"Stand up, my little darling," Minnie's voice interrupted the serenity.

Angie pulled herself to her feet, suddenly feeling very vulnerable standing in front of her landlady and her niece.

"Why don't you remove your top for Mummy and show both of us your lovely nude body?"

Incredibly in all the time Angie had been submitting to her landlady, never once had she been totally naked. Her pyjama top had always remained on, which had pleased Angie for she was conscious of the fact that she had very small breasts for a 19 year old. In comparimister, Alice clearly had much fuller breasts, even if she was only 18.

"Can't I please leave my top on, Mummy?" Angie pleaded.

"No, darling, it has to come off. We want to see you totally nude so we can admire your entire body."

With fumbling fingers Angie began unbuttoning her pyjama top. When she was finished she held the top closed with her hands, and looked pleadingly at her landlady. When it was clear there was going to be no reprieve she took a deep breath, opened her top and let it fall from her shoulders to the floor. Angie could not believe how much more she felt exposed by her total nakedness. Every part of her body, no matter how intimate, was now open to scrutiny by her landlady and her niece.

"Your boobies are small," Alice chirped, "but I think they are delightful in a little girl sort of way."

Angie smiled sheepishly, not sure if Alice's comment was a compliment or not.

"Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around so that we can soak up the sight of your gorgeous little body," Minnie prompted.

Angie slowly turned around several times, very conscious of both females eyeing her from head to foot. When she had her back to them Minnie commanded her to stop.

"Now open your legs wide and bend over at the waist."

Angie obeyed, sliding her feet wide apart, and bending at the waist while keeping her hand on her head. She knew only too well how totally exposed she was.

"Hasn't she got the most delightful cunt you have ever seen," Minnie asked of her niece. "Look at the way her gorgeous big clit pokes out delightfully."

"Mmmm, I'll say," Alice responded, licking her lips seductively, "Looks good enough to eat."

Both ladies laughed heartily at the comment, but Angie just blushed profusely. She was made to hold her position for several minutes. When she was final told to stand and turn around, her mouth dropped wide open in utter surprise. Both her landlady and the niece were totally naked. Angie could not help admiring both of their bodies. Despite her age, Minnie's body was curvy, with full firm breasts and a small triangle of perfectly trimmed pubic hair. Alice's body was just riveting, and Angie thought it was almost the most perfect body she had seen.

Angie was shaken out of her trance by Minnie who had seated herself in her favourite armchair and was tapping her lap and beckoning Angie towards her. Awkwardly Angie advanced towards her naked landlady. Gently Minnie took her hand and seated her on her lap. Angie was immediately aware of the soft warmth of the naked body against her own. Minnie placed her arm around Angie and pulled her to her chest. Angie did not resist, closing her eyes and nuzzling into the warmth that enveloped her.

After several minutes Angie was aware of Minnie slowly turning her head, and then something soft pressing against her lips. Hazily she opened one eye to find that she was starring straight at Minnie's breast, and her landlady had manoeuvred her nipple to her mouth. Even though Angie knew it was wrong, she opened her lips and pulled the engorged nipple into her mouth. She then began to eagerly suck on it while Minnie gently rubbed the back of her neck. Angie felt as about content as she has ever felt and her whole body had a feeling of heightened sexuality about it. She knew that any sort of stimulation to her vagina would instantly result in an orgasm. Her wetness was being secreted onto Minnie's lap in a clearly obvious display to her landlady of her high state of arousal.

For several long minutes Angie suckled contently to her landlady's breast before she became aware of Minnie slowly pulling it out. Angie opened her eyes and found Minnie gazing seductively down at her.

"Would you like to be a good girl and suck Mummy's pussy," Minnie purred.

Even though Angie considered herself as having no lesbian tendencies, at that very moment she felt as if nothing was taboo. It felt natural for her to submit to her landlady's request. Angie slowly nodded her head, and then felt Minnie opening her knees so that she could more easily lower herself to the floor. As she slid off her landlady's lap she could not believe how damp Minnie's thighs were from Angie's own vaginal secretions.

Once kneeling on the carpet she found herself gazing at the widespread legs of her seated landlady. Angie felt awkward as she had never done anything like this before, and hoped she would not disappoint her landlady. Hesitantly she licked her way up Minnie's thighs. As she got close to her pussy she could see just how aroused Minnie also was. Inwardly Angie felt pleased that Minnie was enjoying herself and getting so much pleasure.

Angie stretched her tongue out and got the first taste of Minnie's juices as she caressed her swollen labia. The taste was pleasant, but quite distinctively different to her own secretions. This surprised Angie as she had naively assumed that all females tasted the same.

Minnie emitted a low groan of contentment as the invading tongue licked her slit with increasing vigour.

To Angie's surprise she felt a pair of hands gripping her hips and lifting them upwards. She realised that Alice was now positioned behind her. Angie positioned herself on her knees and eagerly arched her back so that her buttocks were positioned seductively in the air. When she felt a hand tapping the inside of her knees she slid her legs open as wide as she could. All the while she kept licking at her landlady's vagina.

Suddenly Angie felt an explosion of pain on her left buttock causing her to jerk forward, which had the effect of pressing her tongue deeply into her landlady's pussy. Angie's yelp of pain was matched by Minnie's groan of pleasure.

Alice's second smack with the hairbrush landed soundly on Angie's right buttock, causing Angie to quiver with pain. Alice was showing no mercy on her poor backside, and she was finding it difficult to breath with her face buried in Minnie's pussy.

Alice continued to alternate her smacks between each buttock. Angie's tears were rolling down her face, but she was determined to service her landlady and powerd herself to keep licking.

As the 20th blow rained down on Angie, Minnie exploded in pleasure. Angie could feel her landlady's vaginal muscles contracting as the orgasm ripped through her.

Angie sat back on her haunches, exhausted, and her buttock aflame. But her work was not done. Alice seated herself in the chair beside Minnie, opened her legs wide and winked seductively at Angie. Despite her weariness Angie eagerly crawled over to Alice and knelt before her like an obedient puppy. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would willingly have oral sex with an 18 year old woman. In fact she had never dreamed of having oral sex with any woman, regardless of her age.

From her kneeling position she was looking straight into the wide open vaginal lips of the beautiful, exotic 18 year old niece who was obviously very aroused. Moisture was dripping from her swollen vulva. It was an intoxicating sight and she willingly lent forward to taste the nectar in the honey pot. She tasted as wonderful as Angie knew she would.

Angie was awakened from her rapture when the hairbrush smacked noisily on her already tender and inflamed buttocks. The smacks from her landlady were not quite as hard as her nieces, but they were coming in more rapid succession. As Angie continued to eagerly give oral sex to Alice, she was surprised that along with the pain in her buttocks there was also a radiance of pleasure building deep in her belly. She could not believe that she was building to an orgasm of her own, even though her vagina had received no tactile stimulation. Surprising even her self, Angie arched her back and pushed her buttocks up higher towards the source of her smacking.

The quick-fire smacking continued until Alice started gasping with pure pleasure as her orgasm engulfed her. The sensation of Alice's orgasm was the catalyst to send Angie into the throes of her own intense climax, despite the fact that her bottom continued to receive its punishment. The screams of both young ladies echoed throughout the room.

After the waves of pleasure stopped cascading through her young body, Angie collapsed on the floor in utter exhaustion, thankful that the spanking had also finally ended. After several minutes she pulled herself to her feet, and found that both Minnie and Alice had collected up their clothing and before leaving the room they both imparted a kiss on her cheek. Angie managed to pull on her pyjamas and took the flight of stairs back up to her bedroom where she found Peter waiting expectantly on their bed.

"What happened?" Peter enquired, concerned for his wife, "Are you okay? What did they do to you?"

"Oh, nothing," Angie gave a weary smile, "Just girl talk."

Peter frowned, disbelievingly. But it was wasted on Angie; she had already collapsed on the bed with exhaustion.

Not surprisingly Angie slept very well the night after she was spanked and had oral sex with her landlady, Minnie, and her niece, Alice. By the time she awoke, her husband, Peter, had departed for work. It was Angie's rostered day off at the cafe so she was grateful for the opportunity to relax in. However her dream was rudely interrupted when her bedroom door swung open.

"Come on relaxy head, it's time to get," chirped Alice, dressed only in her bra and skimpy panties.

"But it's my day off," Angie pleaded.

"Oh, come on, I'm taking you shopping." With that Alice flung back the sheets revealing a pyjama clad Angie.

Angie was in two minds. She was deeply embarrassed by the way she had acted last night and allowed Alice to dominate her. However the thought of going shopping with the beautiful, vivacious 18 year old was appealing.

Despite her reservations she smiled and informed Alice she would come shopping and was just going to quickly dive through the shower. As she swung her legs out of bed, Alice took hold of her hand and led her through to the bathroom. Awkwardly Angie allowed herself to be led into the bathroom.

Once in there Alice began to unbutton the pyjama top of Angie. When Angie put her hands up to undo her own buttons Alice smacked them away as if Angie was a misbehaving young.

"Keep your hands at your side," Alice demanded.

Angie opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it. She had visions of having her bottom smacked while leaning over the side of the bath.

Deftly Alice unbuttoned the pyjama top and slipped it off Angie's shoulders, once again revealing her deliciously small breasts.

For a moment Alice's eyes focused on the breasts. "You have pretty little boobs," Alice smiled, sounding sincere.

Angie blushed at the compliment.

Alice unbutton the chord of Angie's pyjama bottoms and lowered them so that she could step out, leaving her totally naked. Alice reached into the shower cubicle and turned the water on.

"Shower time, little one," Alice cooed while holding her hand under the water to feel the temperature.

"But I need to pee," Angie pleaded.

"Well then, pee," Alice pointed to the toilet that was in the bathroom, "but hurry up as we have not got all day."

"Can you please go out while I pee?" Angie pleaded.

"No, I can't go outside while you pee," Alice mimed in a voice like a whining young, "and if you don't hurry up you will get a damn good spanking for wasting our time."

Despite her intense embarrassment Angie lowered herself onto the toilet, but in front of an audience she could not relax enough to allow her urine to flow.

Alice tapped her foot impatiently. Angie tried desperately to relax and finally, to her great relief, she began to pee, her urine splashing noisily into the toilet bowl. When she had finally finished she went to take some toilet paper to wipe herself, but again Alice spanked her hand away.

"I'll do that, little one. Now stand up and open your legs." Alice was standing in front of Angie, toilet paper in hand.

Humiliated beyond belief, Angie stood up and opened her legs slightly.

"Wider, darling. We want to make sure I wipe you properly."

Angie slid her legs wider, and she gasped when she felt Alice's hand rub the toilet paper between her legs. Alice wiped several times, in long exaggerated sweeps up and down Angie's slit, causing her to emit a low groan.

"Is my little darling enjoying that?" a smiling Alice asked.

Angie pouted, "Yes, Mummy, I mean.... Alice." Angie cringed at her mistake.

Alice tapped her playfully on the bottom. "Enough playtime. Now into that shower."

Once in the shower Angie began to soap herself. All the while Alice stood at the shower entrance, watching her every move, and reminding her to make sure she washed herself well around her private parts.

When Angie had finished her shower she stepped out to a waiting Alice who immediately begun to dry her with the towel she was holding. Alice made sure she was well and truly dry, especially between her legs which Angie had to keep open. To Angie's relief she was finally able to disappear back to her bedroom to dress in a tee shirt and jeans in preparation for their shopping. However Alice stood at the door and casually observed her as she dressed. Angie felt as if Alice didn't even trust her enough to be able to dress herself properly. Being treated like a little young was doing her head in. She could not rationalize why, as a mature adult, she was allowing Alice to treat her in such a manner. Why didn't she simply say 'no'?

Nevertheless she willingly took Alice's hand as the two of them walked from Minnie's apartment on the lake to the Taupo shopping centre. The two of them had a great time walking around the shops, and stopped in to have a coffee at the Replete Café where Peter was working.

Afterwards Alice insisted they go into some of the fashion clothing shops, which Angie was reluctant to do as she was on a strict budget and had no spare cash for new clothing. However she did not need too much persuasion and was soon happily sorting through the racks of tempting clothing.

Eventually Alice led them to a department store that had a large selection of clothing from tiny tots to adults. Angie was surprised to notice that Alice was searching through racks that contained the clothing that was clearly more suitable for girls in the 12 to 14 age group. Even more surprising was the fact she was selecting some items of clothing and placing them over her arm. Once happy with what she had selected, Alice walked over to the changing cubicles, at the same time beckoning Angie to join her. Angie strolled over, curious as to why Alice would be trying on such clothing.

Alice selected a cubicle and hung the clothing on the hook inside. But then she stepped out of the cubicle, took Angie's hand and ushered her in. Angie frowned at Alice in total bewilderment.

"I don't understand," Angie protested, "what are you doing?"

"I have selected some lovely clothes for you to put on. So come on, darling, get undressed."

"By I haven't selected these. Why should I be trying them on? They are far too young for me," Angie continued to protest. "They are for little girls and won't fit me."

"I have selected big sizes, and you have such little boobies I am sure you will squeeze into them."

Alice was speaking quite loudly and Angie was acutely embarrassed about the reference to her breasts.

"I won't," Angie stomped her foot, "and you can't make me. I am an adult."

Angie was determined to stand her ground. This was going too far.

"Do you want Mummy to spank your bottom.....again?" Alice's comment reverberated through the changing rooms. Several people glanced her way in astonishment.

Angie's mouth dropped open in shock and embarrassment. "Stop it," she pleaded, then added more defiantly, "you wouldn't dare spank me in here, anyway."

"Oh, believe me I will, young lady, and on your bare bottom as well."

People kept glancing at them, fascinated at the verbal exchange that was taking place. Angie cowered back further into the cubicle so she could not be seen so clearly. Her mind was in turmoil. From the glint in Alice's eyes she could tell that she was enjoying putting Angie in this predicament, and Angie suspected she would probably have the audacity to spank her right in front of all those people. Angie also knew she could just walk straight out of those changing rooms. But she choose not to. Instead she let her shoulders drop in defeat.

"All right then," Angie whispered, "but I am just going to try them on quickly."

With that, Angie reached up to close the curtain of the cubicle, but noisily Alice slapped her hand.

"Leave the curtain open so Mummy can get a good look at how the clothes fit," Alice demanded.

"But people will see me," Angie pleaded, "can't you come into the cubicle with me and close the curtain. I don't mind you being in here, Mummy."

Angie hoped that by referring to the 18 year old Alice as 'Mummy' that she would relent on her demands, but to no avail.

"Hurry up my girl, I am not going to wait all day," Alice had her hand on her hip, looking as if she had run out of patience.

It was, of course, one big charade, and Alice could not believe how compliant the 19 year was being. Alice thought that Minnie described her correctly when she described her as a 'delightfully sexy submissive like nothing she had seen before'. When Minnie had first told Alice of her American tenants and their incredibly submissive behaviour Alice had been immediately excited. The thought of dominating someone totally had been something she had fantasized about when masturbating herself in bed. To now get the opportunity was something she was not about to pass up. She was determined to see how far she could push Angie and her husband.

Reticently Angie kicked off her sandals and removed her jeans. She was about to remove her tee shirt when to her horror she realized she had been in such a hurry to get dressed that she had not bothered to put on a bra.

"I can't take my tee shirt off, Mummy," she whispered quietly in the hope no one would hear, "as I am not wearing a bra."

"That's all right, my darling. Little girls don't need bras anyway. Now quickly off with that tee shirt." With that Alice stepped forward and gripped the bottom of the tee shirt.

"Arms up."

Almost without thinking Angie raised her arms, allowing Alice to roughly pull the tee shirt up over her head and off. At that moment a woman with a teenage girl walked pass the cubicle and both peered in. Angie realized she was dressed only in her brief lacy knickers, and quickly tried to cover herself up with her hands. The woman scowled in disapproval, while the teenager smirked.

"Panties as well." Alice quickly gripped the waistband and jerked them down. "Lift your feet up."

Like a robot Angie lifted her feet so Alice could remove her panties, leaving her totally naked so that anyone in the dressing room that walked past the open cubicle would have a clear view of her whole body. The realization caused Alice to blush in acute embarrassment.

Quickly Angie reached for the clothing that was hanging in the cubicle, desperate to put on something that would hide her nakedness. The first item of clothing was a simple orange dress with short sleeves. It seemed much too small for Angie but Alice insisted she try it on. She got it part way over her head but then it would budge no further. To Angie's mortification she realized she was stuck with her arms above her head and totally exposed, with no way to protect her modesty. To make matters worse she could hear a couple of young girls giggling at her predicament. She pleaded with Alice to help her pull it off, but it was a good minute or so before she came to Angie's assistance, slowly pulling the garment back up over her head.

Angie glared at Alice. "I told you they would be too small for me. Now can I please get dressed back into my own clothes?"

"Not yet, young lady, the others I have selected are a larger fit. They are for big little girls," Alice smirked, while handing Angie another dress.

Petulantly Angie snatched the pink dress from Alice and threw it on the floor of the cubicle. "I don't want to try anything else on," she protested, "I don't want to play your stupid game anymore."

"Right young lady, you have earned yourself ten spanks," Alice was waving her finger and speaking louder than was necessary. "Now pick it up and put it on or you will get twice as many, and right here, now, where everyone can see what a naughty girl you are."

The chatter in the changing room ceased as everyone tuned into the very unusual conversation coming out of the cubicle. Angie was flushed with total embarrassment. Quickly she reached down, picked up the pink dress and pulled it over her head. Even though it was a tight fit, and made her small boobs even flatter, she did manage to get it on. But to her consternation the dress was so short it came down below her hips, just barely covering her pussy and buttocks.

Next Alice took a pair of youngish panda bear cotton panties and held them open for Angie to step into. Once the panties were on Alice stepped back to admire the finished result.

"Perfect," Alice purred, and before Angie had time to protest she gathered up Angie's discarded clothing, bundled it into her bag, took hold of her hand and dragged the wide-eyed girl out of the dressing room, Angie was mortified to think that she was going to be seen in public in this ridiculous pink dress that was obviously designed for someone much younger than herself, and to make matters worse when she walked she knew that her panda cotton panties would be exposed.

Alice dragged Angie over to the male shop assistant so that she could pay for the items. Alice removed the label off the dress, and then further embarrassed Angie by lifting up the front of her dress so that she could take the label off the panties. The shop assistant looked on in amazement at the exposed panda panties.

Once the items had been paid for Alice took hold of Angie's hand again and almost had to drag her through the store to the Department store toilets. With her free hand Angie desperately tried to hold her skirt down as people stared. Most of the women frowned disapprovingly, while the males unabashedly stared at her as she passed by.

Once inside the ladies washroom Alice let go of her hand.

"Pull your panties down to your knees," Alice demanded.

Angie stood there shocked. Even though there was no one in washroom, a couple of the toilet doors were closed so they were obviously occupied.

"No, Mummy," Angie desperately pleaded.

"I promised you ten spanks, and you are going to get them now young lady. I suggest you get those panties down quickly while there is no one here, otherwise your spanking will be very public."

With genuine tears welling in her eyes, Angie reached under her ridiculously short and youngish pink dress and quickly lowered her panties to her knees.

"Hold your skirt up." Alice was determined to maximize the offense.

With tear streaked cheeks Angie lifted her skirt exposing her bare buttocks. She gasped with shock as Alice gripped her by the arm to hold her steady, and then with the other hand began to spank her vigorously. Angie tried to be brave but by the time the tenth spank had landed she was openly begging 'Mummy' to stop.

When she realized the spanking was over she opened her eyes and was mortified to see that one of the toilet cubicle doors had opened and a woman was staring at her open mouthed. Angie quickly reached down and pulled up her panties.

Alice just smiled politely at the woman. "Children!" she said despairingly, rolling her eyes, "Sometimes only a damn good spanking will do." Alice then grabbed Angie firmly by the hand and led her out of the washroom.

Angie had to suffer the ignominy of being dragged back through the department while still trying to pull her panda panties up properly and at the same time trying to keep her ridiculously short dress covering her buttocks. It was an almost impossible task and she continued to draw stares from passing shoppers, especially males of all ages.

Once outside the store Angie was led compliantly around the corner and before she knew it she was being dragged into the Replete Café again where her husband Peter was working. Angie cringed yet again with intense embarrassment as she knew all the staff in the café. A couple of them raised their eyebrows in obvious surprise at her choice of clothing, but politely said nothing. Angie quickly seated herself at the first table she could find, thankful of the protection it afforded her from prying eyes.

Peter had notice Alice and Angie enter the café and his mouth dropped open when he noticed what his wife was wearing. He knew it was not something she would ever choose to wear. It was outrageous, but heavens he had to admit it made her look very sexy. Quickly he made his way over to the table to take their order. Alice ordered trim lattes for them both before enquiring whether Peter liked his wife's new outfit. Peter smiled and nodded that he did. Angie stared aghast at her husband. How could he think such a ridiculously youngish outfit looked nice on her?

Alice smiled her agreement at Peter. "I knew you had a great fashion sense. The skirt is not too short on her, is it?"

Peter had noted his wife's glare and was wary of what to say. He decided to sit on the fence. "I am not really sure. I didn't really see the length," he lied.

"Oh, that's a shame. Stand up Angie and give Peter a good look. I value his opinion."

Angie bit her bottom lip, and didn't want to risk making a scene in the café so reluctantly stood up, at the same time tugging on her skirt to ensure it covered her cotton panties.

Peter was awestruck by his wife's gorgeous long legs that looked great in the short skirt. She normally wore jeans and a tee shirt so to see her dressed like this was a real turn-on.

"It's not too short," he mumred, being careful not to catch his wife's eye.

Angie was finally allowed to sit again and quietly sipped her coffee, trying to remain as inconspicuous as she could.

After finishing the coffees Angie pleaded with Alice to head back to Minnie's apartment, but Alice insisted she had to collect something for Minnie before they went home. Angie had to suffer the stares of astonishment as she was dragged for two blocks by Alice to the shop that sold fancy dress costumes. She was then made to wait outside while Alice went into the shop to select some fancy dress items off the racks. Angie tried to peer in but could not see past the window display. When she turned around to look at the people in the street she felt as if everybody was staring at her with a mixture of bewilderment and contempt. She blushed profusely and wished the ground would literally open up and swallow her.

Finally Alice emerged from the shop with several items in a big shopping bag. With a sly smile she grabbed Angie's hand and headed off walking towards Minnie's lakeside apartment.

Curious as to what was in the bag, Angie enquired but was met with a firm, "You will see, my little sweetie."

Angie endured the walk back to the apartment in embarrassed silence. People openly stared at her youngish clothing and provocatively short dress. Some youths in a car slowed right down and gave her a wolf whistle and made rude comments about what they would do if they had a 'little sister' like that. Angie kept her head down and blushed with shame.

Back home the two shoppers entered the apartment and could hear conversation in the lounge. Angie tried to pull away but Alice kept a firm grip of her hand and led her into the lounge where they were greeted by Minnie, who had returned home in their absence. To Angie's utter dismay there were also two other women in the room, both mature ladies in their fifties. Angie tried to hide herself behind Alice so that her ridiculous clothing could not be seen, however Minnie was having none of that.

"What a delightful outfit you are wearing, my little darling. Stop being a silly little girl and come over here so Mummy can get a good look at you." Minnie beckoned her over.

Angie could not believe that her landlady used the "Mummy" word in front of her guests, as well as calling her a "silly little girl". To make matters worse she did feel like a young being admonished by her lady, which created a pot pourri of confused emotions in her head. Although embarrassed beyond belief she also felt a strange, exciting warmth in her belly.

With a deep breath she stepped out from behind Alice and stood in full view of her landlady and the two female guests. She was so embarrassed she could not bear to look them in the eye.

"Where are your manners," Minnie admonished, "Look up and say hello to my good friends, Jane and Bev. You can call them Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev."

Angie powerd herself to look up at the smiling faces of the two ladies. "Hello Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev," Angie managed to mumble.

"Such a nice outfit," Jane responded, "I bet you think you look really pretty."

"No, I don't think she does think she looks pretty," Alice interjected. "She has done nothing but grizzle and told me she does not like the clothing because she thinks it makes her look like a young. I even had to take her into the washroom and give her a damn good spanking on her bare bottom."

Minnie raised her eyebrows and smiled at the antics her 18 year old niece had been up to. She was obviously a chip off the old family block, and clearly was adept and confident at dominating people with a naturally submissive permisterality.

Minnie then turned her attention to Angie, and her smile quickly turned to a look of mock dismay. "So you don't like your pretty clothes that Alice so kindly purchased for you?"

Angie pouted defiantly, "No I don't. They are youngish and everyone stares at me. My dress is ridiculously short and I have to hold it down so my stupid cotton panties can't be seen. What must everyone think of me?"

"Well I would say they look at you and think what a naughty little girl you are and they would be right," Minnie responded, "What do you think Jane and Bev?"

"I totally agree," Bev responded, trying hard to contain a smile, "Naughty and ungrateful I would say."

"Absolutely agree," reinpowerd Jane.

Angie bit her bottom lip. She wanted to protest how unreamisterable they were being. She is a 19 year married woman and she should not be made to wear clothing that was totally unsuitable for someone of her age and maturity. But she suspected she had opened her mouth too much already, and to further protest her innocence would only worsen her situation. Little did she know that it was already too late for these sentiments.

"Well, if you don't like the clothing, naughty little girl, then take it off." Minnie wagged her finger at Angie.

Angie looked up hopefully. "Yes, Mummy," she responded, and quickly turned to make a hasty retreat to her bedroom.

"Where do you think you are going?" Minnie's voice boomed out, stopping Angie in her tracks.

"To take my dress off," Angie responded quietly, fearful of what might come next.

"Yes, take it off. But I didn't say you were to leave the room. You are to stand in the middle of the lounge and remove your clothing. If naughty, ungrateful little girls do not like their clothes then they can remove them. Since you obviously prefer to show off your nude body rather than your pretty dresses."

Angie's mouth dropped open in horror. "No, please Mummy," she pleaded, "I am sorry. I do like the dress and I promise I will wear it all day."

"I see your naughty girl also tell lies," commented Bev.

Minnie let out a deep sigh. "She is indeed very naughty, and I believe naughty girls learn their lesmister better when they are punished totally naked. Nothing like the offense of nudity to reinpower a spanking, don't you agree Jane?"

Jane looked back at Minnie with a serious frown. "I could not agree more."

Despite their outward display of indignation over Angie's naughty behaviour, both Jane and Bev were in reality excited by what they were witnessing. They were both lesbians and had been together for over 20 years. They had met Minnie several years ago through the local gay community. Minnie had told them all about the young submissive American newly weds who were staying at her apartment, but they honestly believed she was only spinning them a yarn as the story seemed too far fetched to be true. But now to their total delight they were about to find out that the truth can sometimes be stranger than fiction. The thought of seeing this beautiful young American girl naked was already making them squirm in their seats.

"Please, Mummy," Angie pleaded despairingly, "Don't make me take my clothes off in here."

"Get undressed right now young lass, unless you want to make your punishment far worse," Minnie wagged her finger again.

Angie rolled her bottom lip and looked as if she was fighting back a tear. She knew that to continue pleading was only going to be to her detriment. Awkwardly she gripped the bottom of her pink dress and tried to pull up over her body. Despite several attempts to pull it over her head she realized that for the second time today she was stuck, and no one seemed to be willing to help her.

I desperation she turned to Alice, "Please Mummy, help this naughty little girl take her dress off."

For a long while Angie was left standing there in embarrassed silence, her dress stuck around her mid drift and her panda bear panties exposed to the onlookers. Finally Alice stepped forward and roughly pulled the dressed over the shoulders of the hapless Angie.

When the dress popped off her head Angie staggered backwards and fell awkwardly into Jane's lap. Embarrassed she quickly stood up, and modestly placed one arm in front of her breasts. She knew her breasts were small for her age, but having worn the tight fitting dress for the past two hours they felt as if they were flattened down to almost nothing. It made her feel even more like a naughty little girl standing in front of fully grown adults.

"As delightful as those panda panties are, they need to come off as well," Minnie smiled.

With a sigh of resignation Angie reached her fingers around the waistband of her panties and quickly lowered them to the ground. As she stood up she quickly placed one arm over her breasts again and the other in front of her pubic region. She stood there in awkward silence, feeling the eyes of the four women in the room focused on her nudity.

"Is that how you normally stand when in this room?" Minnie enquired.

"No, Mummy," Angie's voice was barely a whisper. Slowly she lowered her arms to her side, totally exposing herself to those present in the room.

The excitement in the room was palatable as everyone soaked up the sight of the slim but very pretty 19 year old American. Bev and Jane had never witnessed anything like it before. They did not really consider themselves as kinky and weren't into the discipline scene at all, but what they were now witnessing was exciting them more than they could ever imagine.

"She is truly a sight to behold," Bev complimented. "She almost is a woman in a young's body. That thatch of pubic hair is the only thing that tells you she really is a young lady."

"I know," Minnie responded," I have thought of getting her to shave it all off so she is smooth as a baby down there, and I might one day. But on the other hand I like her to see her pubes as a constant reminder that she is indeed a woman who loves to be treated like a naughty girl."

Angie blushed even more profusely as they openly discussed her naked body. She was also crushed by the knowledge that she knew she was becoming sexually excited by the degrading manner in which she was being treated. Desperately she kept her legs firmly together to hide her arousal.

"I just love those tiny boobs she has," Jane purred in a husky voice, struggling to conceal her excitement. "I think I will call her Miss Tiny Tits."

They all laughed, except Angie who just continued to blush with shame.

"Don't you think that is a pretty name?" Jane directed her question to the hapless Angie.

"No!" Angie pouted.

"Well we could call her Miss Puffy Pussy," Minnie interjected with a laugh, "Cause you can guarantee her pussy will be nice and swollen."

Bev and Jane looked at each other in mock indignation.

"No, surely not," Bev responded.

"It is so very true," young Alice interjected, "Being humiliated like this gets her so hot. She gets all swollen down there and has a cute little clit that pokes its head way out."

Angie's mouth dropped open in shock. She could not believe Alice was being so graphic in her description.

"This I have got to see," Jane exclaimed, wide-eyed and flushed with excitement.

"Open your legs, honey, "Minnie urged, "and show Auntie Bev and Auntie Jane that pretty little pussy of yours. Because I bet you are all wet and swollen, aren't you?"

Angie just hung her head in offense.

"Well?" Minnie pressed for an answer.

"Yes, Mummy, I feel like I am all swollen." Angie whispered.

Not wanting to prolong the embarrassment any longer, Angie slid her feet open to reveal her pubic region to the women in the room. But she didn't just open her legs slightly. She wanted her degradation to be complete. She splayed her legs as wide open as she could. Angie felt her swollen labia open up and she knew her clit would be on display for everyone to see.

For what seemed an eternity there was a deadly silence in the room as the women soaked up the incredibly erotic sight.

Finally Bev spoke, her voice raspy with excitement, "That is the nicest little honey pot one could ever hope to see."

"And she is so swollen her juices are beginning to run off the end of her clit," Jane chimed in.

Minnie smiled with pride at the submissive behaviour of her protégé. "Go and fetch the hairbrush for Mummy," she urged.

Without hesitation Angie quickly departed the room and returned with the heavy wooden instrument held securely in both hands. As she had been taught to do, she stood in front of her landlady and held out the hairbrush.

Minnie did not take the hairbrush from her. "You have behaved very poorly today and have been a naughty little girl. And what happens to naughty girls?"

"They get spanked, Mummy." Angie grimaced.

"Indeed they do. And since you have been so naughty for Alice I think you need to go over to her and apologise and ask her to spank you for being such a bad girl."

Angie took a moment to compose herself. It was going to be gut wrenchingly tough to ask a girl even younger than herself to give her a spanking. With a deep breath she turned and shuffled over to Alice.

"I am sorry I have been such a bad little girl," Angie whispered, "and I deserve to be spanked."

Alice smiled gleefully. "And where do you deserve to be spanked?"

"On my naked bottom," Angie blushed.

"Very well," Alice reached out and took the hairbrush from a nervous Angie. "I want you to stand in the middle of the room, open your legs wide, and bend over and grip your ankles."

Angie quickly complied, splaying her legs open and bending over so she could take hold of her ankles. Alice took hold of her shoulder and made her shuffle around until her grossly exposed buttocks were pointing directly at Minnie, Jane and Bev. Alice then stepped back out of the way to ensure that the ladies could fully take in the view. Bev and Jane could not believe that Angie's vulva looked to be even more swollen than it was a few minutes previously. Juices were flowing even more freely from her vaginal orifice. This was clearly one very excited young American lass who was getting off on the way she was being treated.

Without warning a sharp smack of the hairbrush landed firmly on Angie's left buttock. Angie gasped in shock, and even Bev and Jane jumped in surprise. They had never witnessed a grown lady being smacked before. Up until now they had never had the desire to be involved in any sort of discipline activity, but witnessing it for the first time they were enticed by the sheer eroticism of what was unfolding before them.

Alice continued to administer the punishment in hard rhythmic smacks, alternating between buttocks. By the twentieth smack Angie was sobbing loudly but continued to hold her position. When the fortieth smack was delivered Alice finally relented. Angie's buttocks were aflame in bright red.

"Go and stand in front of Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev," Minnie directed, "Put your hands on your head and open your legs."

Angie did as requested, resisting the desire to give her very tender bottom a rub with her hands. She stood in front of her 'Aunties' and again opened her legs as wide as she could.

"Ask your Aunties to put a finger inside your pussy so they can see for themselves how wet you are," Minnie requested.

"Please Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev, will you put a finger in this naughty little girls pussy and see if I am wet?" Angie pleaded, her face flush with desire.

For a moment Bev and Jane were almost overcome by erotic overload. They were exploring territory way beyond their normally staid lesbian lifestyle. But they were having so much fun that it was easy to throw off the shackles. Bev reached out a finger and tentatively wiped it along the ridges of Angie's swollen labia, causing her to swoon with pleasure. Jane quickly followed suit, and circled her finger around Angie's swollen and protruding clit.

Angie was so aroused she desperately needed more stimulation of her vagina. She bent her knees and arched her pelvis towards her 'Aunties'. Seeing the obvious pleasure the young American girl was getting from their touches made Bev and Jane bolder, and both of them began to work a finger into the depths of her vagina. Angie groaned louder and began to rotate her hips.

With a smile Bev and Jane both proudly withdrew their fingers and held them up on display. They were coated liberally with Angie's juices.

Angie's eyes were glazed with pleasure. "Please Aunty Jane can I suck your finger while Aunty Bev sticks her fingers deep inside this naughty little girls pussy." Obligingly Jane held her moist finger up to Angie's mouth. Angie closed her mouth over it and began to suck noisily, and at the same time arching her pelvis towards Bev in a clear message that she wanted to be penetrated. Bev boldly rammed three fingers deep into Angie's vaginal canal. It was as if she had lighten a fuse. Angie's hips instantly began bucking wildly and she breathed loudly through her nose.

Angie's orgasm came like a charging horse, nostrils flaring, hips bucking. When it hit her she arched back her head and screamed as she was overcome with pleasure.

The following day was Saturday and both of the newly weds, Angie and Peter, were scheduled to be working at the Replete Café. Peter had tried to enquire from Angie as to what had happened the previous day but she seemed embarrassed so he did not press for the details. As they were about to leave the apartment to walk to work, Minnie poked her head around the corner.

"Don't be late home my darlings as I am having a party tonight," Minnie chirped.

"A party?" Angie responded.

"A fancy dress party, actually."

"A fancy dress party?" Angie repeated.

"Yes, my little parrot. A fancy dress party. Guests are to come dressed as a nursery rhyme character and you are both invited."

"But we have nothing suitable to wear to a fancy dress party." Angie was almost apologetic.

"Oh don't worry, I have already chosen something special for you both." With that Minnie disappeared back into the kitchen.

Peter and Angie glanced at each, a little surprised. It was nice that Minnie had invited them to her party, and even though they weren't really into fancy dress parties it did sound like it could be fun. Angie informed Peter how, the day before, Alice had made her wait outside the shop while she collected fancy dress costumes from inside. For the rest of the day they speculated on what the costumes might be that Minnie had got for them. They tried to recall all the nursery rhyme characters they could think of.

By the time the newly weds had finished their day at café they were full of anticipation. They arrived back at the apartment just before dinner time and quickly tracked down Minnie in the kitchen and excitedly asked if they could see their costumes. Minnie laughed at their enthusiasm but told them they would have to wait. She informed them that once they had finished dinner they were to take a shower and wait in their rooms until Alice came in with their costumes.

Like youngren eager to open their Christmas presents, Peter and Angie quickly ate dinner with Minnie and Alice before disappearing to have a shower. While they were in the shower Alice brazenly entered the bathroom and began putting on her makeup. This embarrassed the newly weds who were reluctant to exit the shower while eighteen year old Alice was in the bathroom. They tried to wait her out but clearly Alice was in no hurry. Realising they could not stay in there forever, Angie quickly stepped out of the shower and hurriedly reached out for her towel. However she had no sooner taken it off the rail when Alice stepped over to her and took the towel from her.

"Mummy can do that," Alice smiled, "Now lift your arms up above your head so I can give you a good rub down."

Angie was embarrassed by the close attention from Alice, especially as her husband was watching intently from within the shower. Obediently she put her arms above her head as requested, and Alice proceeded to dry her off with over-vigorous rubbing with the towel. Alice paid special attention to Angie's pert small breasts, massaging the towel across them several times until her nipples were firmly erect. Alice then tapped the inside of Angie's thighs so that she opened her legs, and then began to rub the towel over her buttocks and pubic region. Not surprisingly, she also paid special attention to these regions, making Angie hold her buttock cheeks apart while her anus was dried, and then crouching down while the towel was rubbed vigorously across her vulva.

Angie could feel herself becoming flush with all the intimacies, but finally Alice gave her bottom a tap, told her she was all done, and then turned to beckon to Peter to exit the shower. Peter stepped out and stood obediently beside young Alice. He was embarrassed by his nakedness, and also embarrassed by the fact his penis was semi-erect.

Alice then proceeded to give Peter a repeat performance of the towel rubbing, making him stand with his hands held above his head. She systematically dried him from head to foot, and when she got to his pelvic region she brazenly took the tip of his penis and lifted it up before vigorously drying his scrotum. By the time she let go of his penis he was almost fully erect, and when she began stroking it with towel he had to close his eyes and power himself not to cum.

Although she tried to tell herself not to be silly, Angie could not help feeling jealous at the liberties Alice was taking with her husband, but she also knew there was no way she was going to complain.

Finally they were both dismissed by Alice, and told to wait, naked, in their bedroom until she came with their costumes. The newly weds darted down the hallway to their room, desperately hoping that no-one would see them in their naked state. Silently they sat on the bed, saying very little but both full of anticipation.

They were kept waiting for what seemed a very long half an hour before Alice eventually entered, holding a shopping bag. She was dressed up as a princess and looked totally gorgeous. With a smile she tipped the contents of the bag onto the bed beside the naked newly weds. To their dismay there only appeared to be a few items of clothing and what looked suspiciously like a diaper. Nothing like the elaborate princess outfit that Alice was wearing.

Peter was made to stand up and Alice handed him a blue shirt and matching blue shorts which she told him to put on. He asked if he could put his underwear on first but Alice declined the request. The shirt fitted, but the shorts were tight and made of thin satin material which did little to hide the outline of his penis.

Peter felt ridiculous and frowned at Alice. "I don't understand. Who am I suppose to be?"

Alice gave him a condescending smile, "You are little boy blue."

Peter continued to frown, "Little boy blue?"

Alice sighed, "Yes, silly. 'Little boy blue, come blow on your horn, the sheep's in the meadow and the cows in the corn'. Don't you Americans know your nursery rhymes?"

Peter didn't respond. He still felt ridiculous.

Alice now turned her attention to Angie, who was silently eyeing up the items of clothing left on the bed, which seemed to consist of very little. With a cheery grin Alice picked up the small pink tee shirt and made Angie hold out her arms so that Alice could pull it over her head. The tee shirt was several sizes too small and barely came down to Angie's navel. On the front of the tee shirt there was a Barbie doll picture, and it was obvious to Angie the tee shirt was meant for a young.

Alice then patted her hand on the bed and gestured for Angie to lie down on her back. To Angie's horror Alice then reached over her prone body and picked up the oversized diaper.

"No, please," Angie groaned in genuine dismay and offense.

But Alice ignored the cries of protest and instead gave Angie a light smack on her leg and told her to lift her buttock off the bed. With great reluctance Angie powerd herself to obey, and as she lifted her hips Alice slid the diaper underneath her and deftly sealed the velcro tabs on the sides. Angie was then directed to sit up, and Alice picked up the final item, a matching Barbie doll bib, and tied it around the 'baby's' neck.

"Now stand up and let me admire the both of you," Alice could not contain her smile. She was having so much fun.

Embarrassed, the newly weds both stood beside the bed in front of an admiring Alice.

Angie finally overcome her shock enough to find her voice. "But I am dressed as a baby," she protested petulantly, "I can't go to a party dressed like this. I feel so stupid."

"Well you don't look silly. I think you look like the pretty little baby you really are," Alice responded.

Angie stamped her foot angrily. "I don't feel pretty. Who am I suppose to me anyway?"

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes. "Rock a bye baby, in the tree tops, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. Don't you know that nursery rhyme?"

"Yes I do," Angie agreed reluctantly, "But I can't go to a party dressed like this. I look ridiculous."

"So do I," Peter chimed in.