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Mr Wood pretended to be very angry with Erica for breaking his best china teacup. "It was very expensive..." he told her, as she wiped his semen from her face and chin with her flimsy dress. "Priceless, in fact. I'll never be able to replace it!" Erica felt as if she would burst into tears. Her bare breasts bobbed and swelled as she stood beside the kitchen table. "I...I'm really sorry, sir...honestly I am!" she said, her voice trembling. "I...I only wanted to help..." Mr Wood tried to look stern and disapproving. He wrapped his dressing gown around his softening cock. "You wicked girl...I ought to call the police!" he said. Erica gasped. She had been in so much trouble with the police, she dreaded to think what might happen to her if Mr Wood called them. "No...no...please, sir...don't call the police..." she said. "I...I'll do anything...anything, sir..." Mr Wood looked at the naked girl. She was beautiful. Utterly beautiful. His mind raced with ideas...imagining all the things he would do to her. "You poor girl..." he said, after a moment. "I shall be kind to you. After all, we're neighbours, aren't we? But you owe me, my dear...you owe me a great deal of money! So I want you to listen very carefully to what I have to say. I'm an elderly man with few pleasures left in life, my dear. Tonight is my card night. Two of my dearest friends will come and play cards with me. I want you to be our maid..." Erica looked at him. "Your...your maid, sir?" she said, in a tiny voice. "Yes, my dear..." he said. "You will serve us...bringing us food and ********* attending to all our comforts. I have a maid's costume tucked away in a drawer upstairs. Come with me, my dear, and we'll see if it fits you..." Erica bit her lower lip. She didn't want him to call the police. And maybe he would be kind to her if she helped him. "Um...o-okay..." she said. She followed Mr Wood upstairs and down a short corridor to a room at the end. He opened the door and they went inside. The room was full of old furniture. Mr Wood went up to a large oak chest and opened the top drawer. He reached inside and took out some flimsy little garments and put them on a chair. "This is all you need, my dear..." he said, looking at Erica. "You can use my bedroom to get undressed, it's the one beside the stairs. There are some shoes beside the bed. I'll wait for you in the kitchen. Don't be long, okay?" He went out of the room, leaving Erica on her own. She looked at the garments on the chair. A pair of stockings. A tiny pair of black see-thru bikini panties. A tiny frilly white apron. And a very short black maid's tunic. Erica picked them up and inspected them. "Oh dear..." she said. "They all look so...so small! Even the panties...how will I fit into them?" She clutched the flimsy garments to her bare breasts as she made her way to Mr Wood's bedroom. "Oh..." she said, as she opened the door and went inside. It was a beautiful room, with a large king-size bed right in the middle covered with a luscious patterned quilt and thick, soft cushions. Erica put the garments on the bed and laid them out. Then she picked up the panties and stepped into them. "My goodness...they are small...so small..." she moaned, as she struggled to pull the tiny panties up over her thighs and ass cheeks. The sheer see-thru fabric stretched almost to bursting point as she tugged it up over the swell of her bare bottom. Erica whimpered softly as she pulled the tiny black V at the front up over her smooth little pussy mound and lifted the taut sides of the panties up over her hips. As she did so, she felt the underside of the tiny garment stretch and tighten in between her legs. It pressed urgently against the pink folds of her pussy *********** them to swell...and open... "Oh...ohhh...my panties!" Erica gasped, reaching down between her thighs. Her fingers touched her pussy lips...silky-soft and tender. "Oh my goodness...my panties...they're inside me...they're inside my pussy!" She peeled her cunt petals apart with her fingertips and gingerly touched the tightly stretched little ribbon of fabric inside her vagina. It was already soaking wet with her hot teenage love juices. Erica gave a tiny cry and gently took her fingers away from in between her thighs. The tender cunt petals closed again, curling around the panties...and completely concealing them from view. There was nothing she could do about it. Mr Wood was waiting for her downstairs and she had to get dressed. So she picked up the stockings and stepped into them, one pretty foot at a time...rolling the sheer silk up over her knees and smoothing the tight patterned tops around the soft upper part of her milky-white thighs. "Pretty stockings..." Erica said to herself, as she picked up the little maid's tunic. She stepped into the garment and pulled it up over her thighs and panties, lifting the front up over her smooth, soft tummy. The zipper at the back of the tunic was undone, but it was still extremely tight. Erica gave a little gasp as she tried to lift the cups of the blouse up over her bare breasts and slipped her arms through the small puffy sleeves. "Oh...they're half-cups!" she cried, as she lifted the sleeves up over her shoulders. "My...my breasts...my nipples...they won't be covered!" The top of the maid's tunic only reached up to the underside of her breasts. The patterned cups of the blouse were deliberately small, cut away into small curves that pushed her breasts up, making them swell...but left her pink nipples and the top of her breasts completely exposed. To make matters worse, the hem of the tunic -- now that she had pulled it up as high as it could go -- barely reached past her pretty waist. Erica looked down at herself. Her breasts and nipples thrust out in front of her, naked and ripe, pushed upwards by the cups underneath. The tunic was drawn in tightly around her waist, and the skirt flared out wide over her tummy. But it was only a few inches long. "Oh no...it...it doesn't even cover my panties!" Erica cried. There was a large mirror in the corner of Mr Wood's room. She ran over and stood in front of it, looking at her reflection. The front and the tiny bikini sides of her sheer see-thru panties were completely visible. Erica turned around to look at her bottom. "Oh no..." she gasped. She hadn't done the zipper up at the back. So she reached and around and took hold of it and began to pull it up. As she did so, the tunic tightened around her body...pushing her breasts up higher...her pink nipples swelling... "Oh...ohhhh...so...so tight..." she gasped, as she tugged the zipper to the top of the tunic. "Oh...oh...oh my goodness!" As her tunic tightened, the hem had lifted a little at the back. Right up over the curve of her beautiful bottom. "All of my panties are showing!" Erica cried, looking at herself in the mirror. "And they're so sheer and...and see-thru!" She tried to pull the hem down, but the fabric was so tightly stretched it simply wouldn't move. And she didn't want to tear it. Erica looked at herself in the mirror again. She could see right through the fabric of her panties. And in between her legs the fabric suddenly disappeared. Leaving two pretty little cunt petals exposed to view. She sighed softly and bit her lower lip. "Maybe the frilly apron will cover my panties..." she said, stepping over to the bed. She picked up the last item of clothing and put it on, slipping the two white ribbons around her waist and quickly tying them into a little bow. The apron was a small white semi-circle with a frilly lace hem. Erica tied it tightly around her waist and adjusted the front so it fitted properly. Then she looked at herself in the mirror again. "Oh...yes...that's a little better, I suppose!" she said. The little apron just managed to cover the tiny black V of Erica's panties, its frilly hem fluttering softly against the tops of her thighs. Feeling a little less naked, she went back to Mr Wood's bed and found the shoes he had laid out for her. They were black, with one-inch heels. She stepped into them and reached behind to make sure the bow of her apron was properly tied. And then she went downstairs to the kitchen. Mr Wood was still in his dressing gown, ******** tea. When Erica came into the room, he stood up to look at her. She was the perfect maid. Her bare breasts and nipples thrust out provocatively towards him. And the tunic...he could see how short it was, barely reaching down to her shapely hips. He feasted his eyes on the girl as she stepped closer. The cute little white apron...and... "Turn around, my dear", he said. "Let me see the panties..." "Y-yes, sir..." Erica said, blushing a little. She turned around for him, letting him look at her beautiful young bottom. The sheer black panties stretched almost to bursting point over her luscious ass cheeks. Mr Wood savoured every moment as he stared at the lovely sight. "Exquisite...yes...exquisite!" he said, after a little while. "But the panties spoil the costume, my dear. Besides, they are far too small for you. Take them off. Take the panties off!" Erica gasped softly. "But...but, sir..." she began, turning back to look at him. His dressing gown had fallen open and she could see his cock. It was beginning to swell and stiffen. "Take the panties off, my dear", he said, looking at her sternly. "If you are to be our maid, then you must do as you are told. Now take your panties off...this instant!" 
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Erica lowered her lovely eyes. She knew she had to obey him. It was as if she was in his power now. Yes. His maid. She was his maid. She sighed and reached down to the sides of her panties, slipping her fingers through them. And, as Mr Wood watched her, she gently pulled them down over her pussy and ass cheeks. "Oh...ohhh!" she gasped softly, as the underside of the panties slipped out of her pussy slit and peeled away from her cunt petals. A tiny ribbon of translucent girl-cumm stretched from her pissy slit to the panties below as she pulled them down...stretching...almost invisible...until it finally burst and dripped onto the kitchen floor. Erica looked as Mr Wood as she bent over and stepped out of her panties, picking them up. "I...I've taken my panties off, sir..." she said, trying to sound obedient. "Just like you asked me..." "Good...good girl...perfect..." said Mr Wood. "Now put them on the table and come and pour some tea, my dear. You must be thirsty." Erica did as she was told and put her panties on the table beside Mr Wood. There was another cup and saucer next to his, and she stood by the table and picked up the teapot and poured some tea. Mr Wood picked up the panties and caressed them with his fingers. He watched her as she added some milk and sugar and stirred it with a teaspoon. And as she leant over to pick up the teacup, he moved behind her to look at her nakedness. The swell of her bare ass cheeks. The back of her thighs and her tight black stockings. Erica blushed as she sipped the tea. She could feel the hem of her tunic fluttering against the small of her back. And she knew that her beautiful young bottom was completely exposed to Mr Wood's lustful gaze. "You don't want me to call the police, do you, my dear?" he said, after a few moments. Erica looked back at him. "N-no, sir..." she said, in a tiny voice. "Do you know how wet these panties are, my dear?" he asked her. "The ones you just took off? The fabric is soaked with your cumm!" Erica looked back at him again. "I...I'm sorry, sir..." she said. "I...I didn't mean to wet my panties, sir..." "You naughty girl!" he said. "You've caused me so much trouble. And now I'll have to wash these panties myself!" "I...I can do it, sir!" Erica said. "I can wash my panties! And...and I'm sorry for making them wet, sir...honestly I am!" Mr Wood stepped closer to her. "Say it again, my dear...I don't believe you", he said. "Say it again!" "I...I'm sorry for making my panties wet, sir..." Erica said, her voice trembling a little. "You made them wet because you're a naughty girl with a wet pussy...aren't you?" he said. "Say it to me!" Erica gasped softly. "I...I made my panties wet because I...I'm a naughty girl with a w-wet pussy, sir..." she said, her voice barely audible. Mr Wood put her panties on the table beside her. "Lean over the table for me, my dear", he said. "Lean right over...yes...like that...good...good!" Erica did as she was told and bent over the table, pushing her teacup away putting her elbows on the table cloth. Her bare ass cheeks were upraised behind her. Naked and ripe and round. Mr Wood stood right behind her and lifted his hand into the air. "Say it again!" he told her. "I...I made my panties wet because I...I'm a naughty girl with a wet...oh...ohhhhh, sir...owwww!" she cried. Mr Wood brought his hand down hard on her bare bottom. Slapppppppp! Erica gave a loud cry. Her eyes filled with tears. And her bare bottom suddenly turned rosy pink. "Say it again!" Mr Wood said. "I...oh please, sir...I...I made my panties wet because I'm a naughty girl with...oh...owwwwwwww!" she squealed. Mr Wood had spanked her bottom again. Hard. The soft ass cheeks quivered. And turned even pinker. Erica began to cry. "Please...sir...no...don't spank me, sir!" she said, reaching behind her with both hands. Mr Wood smiled to himself and stepped back a little as she cupped her hands over her sore ass cheeks and began to caress them, trying to ease the pain. "P-please, sir..." she whimpered, massaging her bare bottom...her fingers gently pressing into the soft, tender flesh. "Please don't spank me, sir...please..." She cupped her hands over each of her ass cheeks and pushed them together for a moment... ...and then pulled them apart... ...spreading her ass cheeks open. Mr Wood stared at the lovely sight. As she pulled her ass cheeks apart, the tiny puckered slit of her asshole opened up. To form a perfect little pink O. The lips of her pussy were also opening... ...peeling apart. Moist and pink and pretty. Mr Wood got behind her and reached down to take hold of his cock. It was thick and swollen. And fully erect. "Say it again..." he said, as he leant over the sobbing girl. Erica whimpered softly. "P-please...I...I made my panties wet because I'm a naughty girl with...with a wet pussy, sir..." she said, looking back at him as she held her ass cheeks open. "And shouldn't naughty girls be punished, my dear?" Mr Wood said. He leant over Erica, guiding his cock down to her perfect little upraised bottom. Erica stifled a tiny sob. "Y-yes, sir..." she said, in a quivering voice. "N-naughty girls should be punished, sir...and I'm a naughty girl because I made my panties wet, sir...with my c-cumm...because my panties were so tight, sir...the fabric pushed inside me...inside my pussy...oh please...oh...inside me...please, sir...p-punish me, sir...please...I'm a naughty girl, sir...please...punish me!" She pulled her ass cheeks further apart as Mr Wood leant over her, his swollen cockhead pressing urgently against the tight little opening of her asshole. "Yes...yes...you must be punished!" he cried, as he felt her anal opening kiss the head of his cock.. ...and blossom like a tiny pink flower... ...opening up as he pushed against it... ...his cockhead suddenly popping inside. "Oh...ohhhh...oh, sir!" Erica squealed, as she pushed her bottom back against him. "Oh...oh...I'm a naughty girl, sir...so naughty...and...and I need to be punished for wetting my panties, sir...my wet panties...ohhh...oh sir...oh...ohhhh!" She gave a tiny scream as his shaft began to slide into her asshole... ...pushing into her bottom... ...deeper... ...filling her asshole with thick, hard cock... "You little slut..." Mr Wood gasped, as he leant over the lovely girl. "You are so naughty...and...and I'm punishing you by fucking your hot little asshole...yes...I'm fucking you in the ass...your tight little asshole...oh fuck...it's so tight...so fucking tight!" He groaned as he began to work his cock quickly in and out of Erica's bottom...fucking her in the ass...faster...in and out...in and out... "Oh yes, sir...yes...punish me, sir!" she squealed, arching her back as he pulled at her hair. "Oh...ohhh...please, sir...punish me for being so naughty...by...by fucking me, sir...in...the...ass! Oh...oh sir...yes...fuck me in the ass, sir...your hard cock...oh please, sir...please...fuck me in the ass...fuck me in the ass!" It was too much for Mr Wood. He groaned as his cock jerked excitedly inside Erica's tight little asshole. "Oh...oh...you little slut...I'm going to cumm!" he gasped, letting go of her hair. And with a cry, he began to ejaculate... ...his thick cumm spurting into her... ...deep inside her tight ass... ...hot and creamy... ...spurt after spurt... ...bubbling into her asshole as he fucked her, his cock working quickly in and out ... ...spurting thick wads of semen into the lovely girl's delicious little bottom. Erica collapsed into her arms on the table, sobbing. She felt his cock slide out of her asshole... ...and as she sobbed, she could feel the semen pulsing out of her... ...dripping onto the kitchen floor in between her feet. Her asshole opened and closed as the creamy spunk oozed out...a tiny glistening O of pinkness and cumm. "I...I'm a naughty girl..." she said softly. "I'm such a naughty girl...for making my tight little panties so wet..." And she wondered if her punishment was over. Or whether it had just begun. 
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Mr Wood was enjoying himself immensely. The girl next door -- the girl he had spied on and masturbated over for so long -- was now completely in his power. She was going to do exactly as she was told. And be his very special maid. For Mr Wood and his two friends. She had sucked him off and then he had fucked the girl in the ass. But his cock was still throbbing as he thought of all the things he was going to do to her. "Go to the bathroom and wash your asshole and pussy", he told her. "Prepare yourself for my guests, Erica. They'll be here shortly. And I expect you to behave like a perfect little maid. If you don't, I'll call the police and tell them all the wicked things you've done to me. Would you like that?" Erica whimpered softly. She could feel the semen oozing out of her asshole and dripping in tiny white drops into the kitchen floor below. "N-no, sir..." she said, in a tiny voice. "Then you'd better on your best behaviour, young lady", he told her. "And you'd better make sure you look real pretty. Go and wash your hot asshole. Make sure there's no spunk inside it. And then get dressed. But remember, no panties. Okay?" Erica bit her lower lip. "O-okay..." she said. Mr Wood went off to get his cards and to prepare himself for the night ahead, leaving Erica alone. She sighed and made her way to the bathroom, as he had instructed. There was a small, deep bathtub with a short hose attached to the taps. Erica leant over and turned them on, squeezing some oils into the water as she filled the bath. She stepped out of her shoes and rolled down her stockings and took them off. Then she slipped off her apron and pulled her short tunic up around her waist and stepped into the tub. She washed her thighs and pussy, and then picked up the hose, kneeling forwards over the front of the bathtub and pushing her bare ass cheeks out behind her. The water squirted out in a thin jet, splashing over her upraised bottom. Erica guided the hose to her pretty pink asshole, gasping as the water splashed against the tight puckered rim. She reached back with one hand and touched the opening of her anus, stretching it apart with her fingers. Some of the water began to squirt inside, and she moaned as she felt the warmth flooding into her body. Mr Wood's semen washed out of her bottom and dripped into the bath. "Oh...ohhhh..." Erica gasped, as she pressed the hose against the opening of her asshole. Her anus swelled and blossomed...and she pushed the tip of the hose into her ass...squirming as the water flooded into her body. "Mmmnnnn..." she moaned, luxuriating in the sensation of having her asshole filled with warm, soapy water. She worked the tip of the hose in and out a little...the water splashing around her...and then, with a tiny gasp, she pulled it out... ...pushing her ass cheeks up high behind her as the water pulsed out of her asshole. She reached around and gingerly touched the puckered opening with her fingertips. It was squeaky clean. "Are you ready, my dear?" It was Mr Wood. He opened the bathroom door and looked at Erica. "You silly girl, you've made your tunic all wet!" he said. "And my guests will be here in just a moment! Get out of the bath at once and take the tunic off. You'll have to do without it!" Erica knelt up in the bath. Her tunic was soaked. She should have taken it off. "Turn around...let me unzip it...and hang it out to dry!" he said. Erica did as she was told. He unzipped the back of her tunic and pulled it down over her waist and bottom. He watched as the girl stood up and stepped out of it and then he handed her a large white towel. "Wh-what shall I wear, sir?" said Erica, as she dried her herself. "The apron. And the stockings and heels. That's all!" said Mr Wood. And he turned and walked out. * The three men were seated around the kitchen table, already playing their first game. "Erica!" Mr Wood shouted. "Are you ready? We need some **********" "Y-yes, sir..." she called. Erica walked down the staircase, feeling so utterly naked. Her bare breasts bounced and quivered. The tiny white frilly apron barely covered the front of her pussy, and her ass cheeks were completely exposed to view, firm and round. Her bare breasts bounced and quivered as she walked, and her nipples were already tingling and fully erect. The back stockings completed the picture, tight against her lovely young thighs. She was almost naked as she stepped into the kitchen. "Ah...the maid...come in, my dear!" Mr Wood said. The other two men turned around to look at the girl. Erica stared at one of the men. And gasped softly. It was the store detective! Mr Wood smiled. "My dear, let me introduce Jeremy" -- he nodded at the other man -- "and Michael". He nodded at the store detective, who looked up at Erica and winked. "I believe I've met Erica before", he said, after a moment. Mr Wood looked at her. "Is that true, my dear?" he asked. Erica blushed and lowered her lovely eyes, her hands clasped over the front of her tiny white apron. "Y-yes, sir..." she said. "Aren't you going to tell Mr Wood how we met, Erica?" Michael asked. The three men looked at her, feasting their eyes on the lovely sight as she stood beside the table. Erica bit her lower lip. "He...he caught me stealing some panties from a shop, sir..." she said, in a tiny voice. Mr Wood frowned. "Such a naughty girl", he said. "She broke a very expensive tea cup, too! Why, if she isn't careful, she'll end up in jail. In fact, I've a good mind to call the police right now!" Erica gasped. "Oh no, sir...please!" she said. "I...I'll be good, I promise. Please don't send me to jail, sir!" The third man sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette. "Do you always steal panties, baby?" he asked. Erica looked at him. "N-no, sir..." she said. "It's just that...I...I didn't have any panties to wear and...and..." "But Mr Wood tells me that you like going out without any panties on", said Jeremy. "Is that right, baby?" "N-no...I mean...I...I couldn't help it, I didn't have any panties to put on!" Erica said, trying not to burst into tears. "Don't tease the poor girl", said Mr Wood, picking up the cards. "She loves showing off her hot little ass and pussy, don't you, my dear? As you can probably see, Erica isn't wearing panties right now! Her cunt and ass are naked...aren't they, my dear?" Erica blushed again. "Y-yes, sir..." she said, her voice trembling. "Say it..." he told her. The three men looked intently at Erica. She knew she had to obey. "M-my...my cunt and ass are...naked, sir..." she said. "Say it again'", he said. "And again!" "My...my cunt and ass are naked..." Erica repeated, blushing pink. "My cunt and ass are naked. I'm not wearing panties and my cunt and ass are naked, sir..." "Good...good..." said Mr Wood. "Now get us some ******, my dear..." "Yes, sir..." she said. The three men watched, wide-eyed, as Erica turned to go to the fridge. Her ass cheeks were naked, round and firm. And they could see in between her legs...the underside of her pussy...a tight pink slit in between the swelling flesh of her teenage love mound. Erica opened the fridge door and took out three cans of beer. She got three glasses from the cupboard and opened the cans and poured them out. Then she put the glasses on a tray and carried them to the table. The three men were playing cards. Erica put each glass on the table beside the men, watching them as they dealt the cards out and played. "Hey...I've won!" Jeremy cried, laying his cards on the table. Mr Wood smiled. "Then you get to decide what you want Erica to do", he said. "That's the prize. Every time someone wins, they tell Erica what to do. Okay, baby?" He looked at Erica, who was standing in the corner of the kitchen. "O-okay..." she said, in a tiny voice. Jeremy turned to look at the girl. "I think you'd better take the apron off, princess..." he said. "So we can get a better look at that sweet little pussy..." "Come closer, my dear, and do as you're told", Mr Wood said. "Take that little apron off..." Erica stifled a tiny sob and stepped up to the table. She knew she had to do as she was told. So she reached around behind her waist and pulled at the bow, untying her apron. It slipped away from her pussy and fell in a tiny heap on the kitchen floor. She was naked now, except for her stockings and heels. The three men stared at her, feasting their eyes on the lovely sight. Her beautiful young breasts, firm and ripe and round. Her soft tummy. Her smooth thighs. And her perfectly bald little pussy mound. "Good girl..." said Mr Wood, dealing out the cards again. He reached into the pocket of his dressing gown and took out the panties Erica had worn earlier on as part of her maid's costume. 
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"Would you like to put these little panties back on, my dear?" he asked. Erica looked at the tiny undergarment. It hardly covered anything. And the fabric was completely see-thru. But she was naked now, in front of these three men. So naked. "Y-yes, sir..." she said, in a trembling voice. "I...I want to put my panties on, sir..." Mr Wood smiled. "If I win the next round, you can put your panties on...okay?" he said, smiling at the other two men. "But if I lose, you'll climb onto the table and masturbate with them. Is that understood?" Erica lowered her pretty eyes and covered her shaven pussy mound with her hands. "Yes, sir..." she whispered. The men began to play...shuffling their cards and looking at them...and then Michael laughed out loud and laid his cards on the table. The others turned their cards over and looked at him. "Michael's the winner..." Mr Wood said, smiling wickedly. "Come over to the table, my dear, and climb up..." Erica nodded and stepped up to the table and lifted herself up. As she did so, Jeremy reached over and felt her firm ass cheeks, squeezing each of them as she climbed up and got onto her hands and knees in front of the three men. "My fucking cock is already hard just looking at this little slut!" he said, sitting back in his chair. Erica turned over and sat on the table, facing the three men. "Good...good..." Mr Wood said. "Now spread the legs...yes...wide open, baby...and pick up the panties..." He watched as the lovely girl lay back on the table and lifted her legs... ...spreading them wide apart. "Oh fuck...look at her cunt! Look at the cunt lips!" Michael cried. "Fucking perfect!" The men stared wide-eyed at the lovely sight in front of them. The pink slit of Erica's moist little teenage cunt. Her darling lips...like two pretty love-petals in between her lovely thighs. And the swell of her bare ass cheeks underneath. Mr Wood sat back and opened his dressing gown. His cock was already fully erect, thick and swollen with excitement. "Remember what you must do, my dear..." he said. "Pick up the panties and masturbate with them!" "Y-yes...yes, sir..." Erica replied, her voice barely audible now. She picked up the flimsy panties and brought her hand down between her legs, letting the soft fabric brush against her pussy lips. "Talk dirty to us while you do it!" Jeremy urged, unbuttoning his trousers. "Talk fucking dirty!" "O-okay..." Erica said. She whimpered softly as she began to massage her pussy lips with the panties, rubbing the thin fabric against her tender love petals... ...softly at first... ...and then a little harder, until the lips began to open. "Oh...oh...my panties..." she gasped, reaching down to her pussy with her other hand. "Oh...mmmnn...my panties...my panties...oh...ohhhhhh...my panties..." The three men watched as she touched her cunt petals with her fingertips and gently peeled them open. They were all sitting back in their chairs now, their stiff cocks in their hands. Staring at the pretty pink wetness inside Erica's vagina. She held her lips open for them, knowing they could see every part of her pussy...the tiny pin-prick of her peehole...the pale pink bud of her exposed clit at the top of her parted labia... ...and the tender, glistening O of her exposed teenage cunt. "My panties..." she whispered, pressing the flimsy undergarment against the opening of her pussy mouth. "Oh...my panties...I'm masturbating with my panties...my wet panties..." She pushed a finger into the fabric and touched the tiny O of her vagina...letting the finger slip inside...taking the panties with it... ...the damp fabric coating her finger...as it slipped deeper inside her pussy. "Oh...oh...my panties...I'm masturbating with my panties!" she gasped, still holding her cunt lips apart as she pushed her finger deep inside her darling love mouth. The three men stared at the lovely girl as she pushed her finger all the way into her cunt, taking most of the panties with it. "Keep talking dirty!" Mr Wood cried, his hand working up and down his swollen shaft as he leant back in his chair. "Keep talking about your cunt and panties!" Erica could see the three men...each of them masturbating now as they watched her. "Oh...y-yes...my...my cunt...and...and panties..." she gasped. "My panties...they're inside my cunt...my wet panties are inside my cunt...my cunt...my tight little teenage cunt!" She slipped her finger out of her pussy, gasping with excitement. Some of the panties remained inside her... ...she held her lips wide apart so the men could see the fabric... ...and then she took hold of the lacy edge of her panties and gently pulled the undergarment out of her cunt. "Oh...oh...my panties..." Erica whimpered. "My panties...my panties...ohhhhh...oh...my panties!" She felt her body shudder and she gave a little cry... ...and as she did so, a tiny jet of fluid suddenly spurted out from her pussy and splattered onto the table. "Oh!" she gasped, lifting her round ass cheeks up from the table. "Oh...it feels so good...oh...ohhhh...my cunt...I'm going to cumm...I'm going to cumm!" Erica arched her back and pushed her hips upwards into the air, pulling her cunt lips open with one hand and holding the panties over her pussy with the other. A second ribbon of juice spurted out of her vagina and splashed into the panties, soaking them through. "Ohhhh...I'm cumming...I'm cummmingggg!" she squealed, pressing the panties against her pussy as her hot juices pulsed out. "I'm cumming into my panties!" It was too much for Mr Wood. He got up from his chair, holding his swollen cock in his hand, and got behind her. Erica cried out as he took hold of her hair and pulled it hard, ******* her to look up at him "Suck it...suck me off!" he groaned, working his hand quickly up and down his thick, throbbing shaft. "Suck it...oh...oh fuck...I'm going to cumm!" A ribbon of milky semen suddenly spurted out of his cock and splashed against Erica's pretty face. He pulled her closer and pressed his cock against her mouth. "Oh...ohhhhh...oh sir...oh...mmmnnnn...mnnnnnn!" she gasped, opening her lips around the swollen cockhead. She whimpered as she felt another ribbon of cumm pulse out of his cock and flood into her mouth...hot and sticky over her tongue...as she began to suck. "Yes...suck it...suck my cock...swallow it...all of my cumm...swallow it!" Mr Wood cried, as he pushed his shaft deeper into Erica's lovely mouth. Her lips pressed tightly around his cock and she sucked and sucked like a good girl...swallowing bravely as ribbon after ribbon of thick, milky semen flooded into her mouth, coating her pretty tongue... "Mmmnnnn...oh...ohhhhhhh....mmnnnnnnnnnn!" she moaned, as the hot delicious juices slid down her throat. "Mmmnnnnn...oh...ohhhhhh...mmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" And then...as Mr Wood eased his softening cock out of her lovely mouth... ...she opened her eyes and looked up at the other two men. They were both standing over the table, their cocks in their hands. Hard and swollen. "I want the slut's asshole..." Michael said, staring wide-eyed at the girl as she lay back on the table, her legs still spread wide apart. "I want to fuck her in the ass!" "Yes...yes...and the cunt..." Jeremy groaned, working his hand quickly up and down his aching shaft as he watched the girl swallow Mr Wood's semen. "I want the cunt...and the ass...all her holes...I'm gonna fuck her until she begs me to stop!" Mr Wood lifted his cock away from Erica's pretty mouth. "Yes, my dear..." he said, smiling down at her. "Look what you've done, you naughty girl. You've excited my two friends and they can't stop themselves. They want you. So now you're going to show us all what a good girl you can be. And you're going to do exactly as you're told. Exactly as you're told, or you'll be in very serious trouble. Do you understand?" Erica felt her eyes fill with tears. She looked up at Mr Wood. "Y-yes, sir..." she said, in the tiniest little voice. 
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Mr Wood stood back from the table, gasping for breath. His cock was still dripping with cumm as he looked at Erica and smiled. "Yes...a good girl..." he said. "You're going to be such a good girl for us, my dear. Our pretty little slut. Now wipe the spunk off your lovely face. Use your hot little panties. Pick them up and wipe the cumm off your face!" Erica stifled a tiny sob. "Y-yes, sir..." she said, sitting up on the table. She reached down and picked up her wet panties and lifted them up to her face, carefully wiping her cheeks and chin. "Good...good...now turn over for us, baby...get on your hands and knees!" Mr Wood said. "Show us how pretty your hot ass cheeks are!" "Yes..." Erica put her cumm-soaked love-panties down on the table and lifted herself up. She looked at Michael and Jeremy as she got onto her hands and knees. They were both staring at her, holding their cocks in their hands. She knelt down in front of them, pushing her bare bottom up into the air. Her breasts hung down like luscious globes beneath her, and as she knelt forwards she felt her hard little nipples brushing against the table top. Erica knew that her cunt and ass were completely exposed to the three men. Her pussy lips glistened wetly between her legs, pink and open and inviting. Her ass cheeks were perfectly round and firm and spankable...and her tight little puckered asshole seemed to wink and swell with anticipation. Michael stared at the tiny pink hole, wide-eyed. It was visibly opening and closing now...agitated and hot... ...a tiny pink O between her ass cheeks. "Look at the slut's asshole!" he cried, working his hand quickly up and down his swollen cock. "Make her pull her ass cheeks wide open so we can see inside!" "Do as he says, my dear...open your ass cheeks!" Mr Wood said, staring at the lovely sight in front of him. "O-okay..." Erica said. She reached back and cupped her hands over each of her round ass cheeks and -- as the men watched -- she slowly drew them apart. Her asshole began to stretch from a tiny pink O to a pouting slit. And then, as she released her grip a little, the slit opened up and swelled... ...and suddenly the three men could see the cherry-pinkness inside her bottom...the opening of her anal passage...deep and luscious and hot. "Oh fuck...her asshole...I can see right inside her asshole!" Jeremy gasped. Erica gasped softly and let her fingers slip between her ass cheeks. She gingerly felt the opening of her asshole, touching the puckered rim...teasing it... ...and then... "Ohh...ohhhhh..." she whimpered, as she dipped a pretty little fingertip into the delicious anal opening. "Oh...ohhhh...my asshole..." The men watched as she teased the opening of her asshole for a moment...and then pushed her finger deeper... ...into her ass... ...all the way inside. "Ohhh...oh...my asshole...my hot asshole..." she gasped, easing her finger out a little...and then pushing it back inside. "It feels so good...ohhhh...my asshole...my hot little asshole...so good...it feels so good!" "The slut is finger-fucking her ass!" Michael cried, staring at Erica as she began to work her finger quickly in and out of her tender anal passage. Holding his cock in his hand, he climbed up onto the table and knelt over the lovely girl. "Yes...yes!" Jeremy cried. "Fuck her...fuck the bitch in the asshole!" Erica looked back at Michael, gasping for breath. "Y-yes..." she said, slowly easing her buried finger out of her tight asshole. "I...I want it. Please...I want it. All of you. Fuck me in the ass...fuck me in the ass...I want all your cocks in my ass...please...fuck me...don't stop fucking me in the ass..." Her anus formed a tiny pink O as she slipped her finger out ...and then it contracted to form a tight little slit in between her beautiful upraised ass cheeks. Michael could barely contain his excitement. He leant over the girl and guided his swollen cock down to her ass slit. "Oh fuck...she's so wet!" he gasped, as he pushed the head of his thick shaft hard against the puckered opening of her anus. Erica gasped as her asshole stretched around his thick cockhead, gripping it tightly...sucking it inside... "Oh...ohhh!" she squealed, as the swollen shaft began to push into her asshole. "Oh fuck...yes...yes...fuck me in the ass...fuck me...fuck me in the ass!" Mr Wood stare at the lovely girl. She seemed to have lost control of herself, her face flushing pink...her breasts pressed against the table...crying and gasping like a wild ******. There was a tiny pool of liquid underneath her. Mr Wood looked between Erica's thighs and smiled to himself. Her pussy was dripping wet. She was masturbating. Her fingers furiously rubbing her clit and her cunt lips. "Oh yes...ohhh...yes...fuck me...fuck me in the ass!" she was crying, as Michael's cock began to work quickly in and out of her delicious little anal love hole. "Oh...please...ohhhhh...fuck me in the ass...fuck me...fuck me in the ass!" Michael leant over her, reaching out to pull at her hair as he fucked her, his cock working faster and faster...in and out of her tight, moist asshole. "You slut...you ass-fucking little slut!" he groaned. "Your asshole is so fucking tight...so tight...you slut...I'm gonna fill your ass with cumm...yes...oh fuck...yes...I'm gonna cumm so fucking deep in your ass!" He buried his hard cock deep inside Erica's anal love hole, pulling her hair back so that she was ****** to arch her back. "Oh...ohhhh...yes...do it in my asshole...please...cumm in my ass!" she cried, as she felt his cock suddenly jerk and swell excitedly inside her. "You slut...I'm gonna cumm!" Michael cried. "I'm gonna cumm...oh fuck...I'm cumming!" He groaned again as he began to ejaculate, the semen pulsing out of his cock deep inside Erica's tummy. The lovely girl burst into tears as she felt the hot, sticky liquid flooding into her asshole...her fingers touching her cunt lips as she pushed her bottom back against the swollen shaft...peeling the lips open...spreading them apart... "Oh...oh fuck...you're cumming inside me!" she cried, as a thin ribbon of love juice suddenly squirted out of her pussy and splashed onto the top of the table. "Oh...my asshole...your hot cumm...it's so deep inside my asshole...oh...ohhhhh...and my pussy...I...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" Michael had let go of her hair and she fell forwards onto the table, gasping for breath as she held her pussy lips apart. Mr Wood smiled to himself. The girl seemed to lose consciousness, her eyes closing. Michael was already easing his glistening cock out of Erica's asshole...and Jeremy was getting up on the table. His cock was thick and hard and he held it tightly in his hand. "I can see the spunk...it's oozing out of her ass!" he said, as Michael moved away. "The slut...her asshole is full of cumm!" 
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He leant over the girl and guided his cock down to the milky little ass slit. Erica gave a tiny cry as she felt his thick shaft push into her cumm-filled asshole. Her mind clouded over and she fell onto the table as Jeremy began to fuck her ass... ...his cock working in and out of the hot, sticky anal love hole... ...faster and faster... ...in and out of her... ...until... "Oh fuck...fuck...I'm cumming!" he gasped, pushing his cock all the way inside her creamy asshole...burying it between her naked, quivering ass cheeks...right up the balls... ...his semen flooding into her tummy... ...filling her asshole until it began to seep out and trickle down over her pink cunt petals... Erica had passed out. She lay on the table, ***********, as Jeremy eased his cock out of her ass. Mr Wood looked at the two men. They had both ass-fucked his beautiful young neighbour. And now she was *********** in his kitchen. "Let's get the slut home..." he said, feeling a little guilty all of a sudden about what they had done. "Bring the panties, too. It's the least I can do for her. If she remembers what happened when she wakes up, we can deny everything. After all, Michael, you're a cop, right?" Michael smiled. "Yeah...I'm a cop," he said. "Don't worry. The slut was begging for it. Besides, she's broken the law. We could put her in prison any time we want. She ought to remember that!" The three men smiled at each other. Mr Wood picked up Erica's wet panties. And Michael and Jeremy lifted the *********** girl off the table and held her in their arms. Their semen was still dripping out of her asshole. "Hey...be careful!" Mr Wood said. "It's all over the kitchen floor!" He led them down the corridor and opened the front door. The men carried Erica back to her house and went inside. They put her down on the sofa, dropping the panties beside her. Mr Wood looked at the girl. She really was quite beautiful. And so naked. Her breasts were soft and round, her tummy firm. And her smooth pussy formed a perfect V in between her lovely thighs. With a groan, he opened his trousers and stood over Erica and began to masturbate. Michael and Jeremy joined him, taking out their cocks. In just a few moments Mr Wood was ejaculating over the ******** girl's lovely face. Erica whimpered as the semen splashed onto her lips and chin...but she never woke up. Jeremy ejaculated over her bare breasts and nipples. And Michael ejaculated over her delicious little pussy and thighs. Satisfied, the men tidied themselves up and went out of the house, leaving Erica alone...her naked body coated with hot, milky semen. "Daddy..." she whimpered, still dazed and ***********. "Daddy...please come home...please, Daddy..." 
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Concernant les étoiles, non je ne crois que cela soit votre fait, mais si *** = ***, il est vraiment quasi impossible de deviner ce qui se cache derrière ***** voire ****** ou plus et cela nuit à la qualité du texte... Bonne continuation
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Je pense que tous ici présent pense pareille que vous vanbruje***** = illisible mais merci de mettre le doigts dessus .......pour la 1er fois 
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Mélodie violé et exité par *** gros voisin Mélodie est une fille de 16 ans qui mesure 5 pieds 5 pouces, de long cheveux noirs, un visage d'ange, de gros seins ferme, des hanches bien développées, un cul ferme et rebondi, de belles jambes, une peau lisse et un peu bronzée. Mélodie habite dans un appartement avec ses parents, mais ses dernier *** partis durant 2 semaines. Avant de partir, ils ont spécifié à Mélo qu'elle ne devait pas emmener des garçons dans l'appart. Mais elle décida de ne pas les écouter et emmena un garçons dès la première soirée. Elle s'était habillée vraiment sexy. Une camisole rose décolletée, un mini short qui laissait apparaître *** string rose et une brassière assortie. Mais avant qu'elle ne puisse se déshabiller, *** voisin, Marcel arriva dans la pièce. Marcel était un homme de 52 ans, gros, laid, une peau grasse, des cheveux gras et il puait. Il prit Mélodie par le bras, renvoya le garçon chez lui et parti avec Mélo chez lui. Mélo détestait Marcel car il la regardait toujours avec ses yeux de pervers qui disait qu'il voulait la baiser à fond. Il la fit asseoir sur le divan du salon. Mélodie dit: - Pour qui vous vous prenez, pour mon père? - Ta gueule petite garce, tes parents mon demander à veiller sur toi si tu emmenait des garçons. Mélodie rajouta d'un ton plus doux: - Et est-ce que vous allez le dire à mes parents? Marcel ne répondit pas et la jeune fille le suppliât: - S'il vous plaît, je ne veux pas être punie. - Je ne le dirai pas à tes parents si tu accepte ma proposition. - D'accord tout ce que vous voudrez. dit-elle attristée. - Mmmmmm... tu sais que tu m'excite beaucoup. Quand as-tu fait l'amour pour la dernière fois? - Ça fait 3 mois. -Moi aussi, et c'était une fille d'à peu près ton âge mais elle n'était pas aussi jolie que toi. En fait c'était une prostituée. Maintenant, je veux que tu me pose une question sur ma vie sexuelle. - Euh... d'accord. dit-elle gênée. Est-ce que vous vous branlez souvent? - Ah, très très souvent et je pense à toi et tes gros seins de salope. Tu doit être une chienne au lit, hein? Une grosse chienne qui aime sucer et se faire mettre dans les fesses par un gros pénis. Mélodie ne répondit pas, car c'était vrai, car la dernière fois c'était avec *** prof d'histoire qui avait une bite de 26 cm. - Tu veux savoir la longueur de ma bite? 39 cm. - Mais elle est énorme! - Ha ha, allez vient. Mélo obéit mais à contre coeur. Marcel allât en arrière de Mélodie et prit ses gros seins. Étrangement, cela semblait l'exciter. - Mmmmm... ils ***t gros. Tourne ta tête vers moi. Elle la tourna et Marcel l'embrassa avec la langue goulûment. Elle voulu s'en aller mais il la retint contre lui et Mélo sentit une énorme bosse dans *** dos. Marcel lui tenait toujours les seins puis les lâcha pour enlevé sa camisole. - Ah, petite salope, comme tu es belle. Mélo était de plus en plus excitée par Marcel malgré le baiser et elle commençait à mouiller. - Enlève ton mini short petite pute. Elle l'enleva et était maintenant qu'en sous-vêtement. Marcel retourna la prendre dans ses bras et se mit à renter sa main dans *** string tout mouiller. Il lui donna des petites claques aux fesses et dit: - Tu mouille et en plus tu as de belle fesse. Tu es la salope à qui? - A monsieur Marcel. Ah... Puis elle se déshabille complètement et enleva le pantalon de Marcel. Une grosse queue bien dure comme il le lui avait dit: sortie. Mélo l'entoura avec sa main droite et elle fit des mouvement de va et vient, pendant que Marcel prenait ses seins avec ses doigts crochus. Mélodie constata que les poils pubien de Marcel étaient très long et qu'ils s'étendaient jusqu'à ses cuisse, mais au lieu de la dégoûter, ça l'excitait. - Tu veux la mettre dans ta bouche, hein? allez met la dans ta bouche dit-il. - Mmmmm, oui. Et elle s'exécuta. Après une minute, il éjacula dans sa bouche. Mélodie avala tout. Elle se releva et Marcel l'embrassa encore plus goulûment que la première fois et lui dit de se mettre par terre et de s'écarter les cuisses. Elle l'écouta et Marcel donna des petits coups avec *** énorme sexe sur le pubis bien rasé de Mélo, puis il s'enfonça d'un coup sec. Mélo fit un cri de jouissance. - T'en veux encore salope? - Ah, oui. Encore plus fort. Ah... Puis après plusieurs va et vient, Mélodie se mit à 4 pattes. - Vous voulez la mettre dans mon cul? Il ne dit rien et s'exécuta. - En, en... continuez, c'est bon... Plus vite. Marcel allait plus vite et les cris de Mélo aussi. Puis il éjacula pour une dernière fois. Ils se rhabillèrent et s'assirent dans le salon. - Si tu ne veut pas que je le dise à tes parents, dort chez moi et laisse moi te baiser comme ça tout les jours ou tu seras toute seule. - Je suis ta petite salope, c'est bien normal que je le fasse. Puis elle s'assit sur lui, face à lui et l'embrassa comme une chienne 
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!Susan and John When Susan Carlisle married John Dale in their home village in the north of England, everyone was so happy. They were such a popular couple and both their parents were so respected by everyone. Susan's ****** William was the local Vicar and his wife Elizabeth was a Deaconess and they both presided over the loving wedding ceremony. John's ****** Henry was a local Head master and had always been proud of his ***'s academic success and then his success when appointed as a Junior Accountant. Henry had only wished his wife could have lived to see their *** marry such a lovely young girl. She was the type of ******** in law they had both longed for. Susan had been Head Girl at her school and the fact that her fellow students had chosen her was a testimony to her popularity. Academically, Susan was even cleverer that John but neither let that bother them in any way. Susan had also been appointed a Junior Accountant at the same firm as her husband. They both loved their work and it showed. The Directors of the Company were more than impressed. When they were both 23, the Directors had decided to open a large Accountancy Office in the south, they all decided that the young Mr and Mrs Dale were the ideal choice to run the new venture. They were young of course for such a prestigious appointment but it was known how good they were, especially Susan. When they were called into the Board Room, it was carefully explained that Susan would be the General Manager of the Southern Operation and John would be her Assistant Manager. The salary they were both offered was out of this world. Although John would be his wife's assistant, he was over the moon. Apart from his own success, he was even more proud of his beautiful wife. When they moved south, they searched for a suitable place to live in. They finally decided that they wouldn't purchase a house as they had found a magnificent apartment on the outskirts of the town. The apartment was a ground floor arrangement which allowed them full control of a large garden. The upstairs apartment was occupied by an elderly couple, Mr and Mrs Macy who owned John's apartment and their 27 years old ******** Mary. They really were lovely people and Susan soon became good friends with Mary who owned and managed a lingerie shop in the next village. It was quite strange to find such a shop in a small country village but Mary had explained she had a very intensive internet business and customers all over the world. She proposed Susan to come and see if she could find something that would suit her. John's wife wasn't very interested by fancy undies but she promised to visit Mary some day. Everything was so idyllic. Although the rent on the apartment was rather high, John and Susan reckoned it was so lovely and magnificent it was worth every penny. Their life style was magnificent there : a wide room to receive friends or family, a well equipped kitchen and a lush bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi for four people and a warmed massage table. They were three bedrooms with en suite shower. The master bedroom was simply royal, about the size of their previous whole apartment in London From time to time, the older couple would have little wine gatherings in their opulent apartment upstairs with a few special friends and made a point of inviting young Susan and John up. They were very nice ****** evenings and they felt so honored. It was quite cozy and rather friendly. Once, when they arrived, there was just a single seat left. Mr Macy joked that Susan could be his ********. Their age difference was so large that she could even sit on his knee. Susan laughed at the proposal but was really surprised when he reached for her arm and drew her to him. His thigh suddenly blocked her backward movement and she found herself actually sitting on his knee. Mr Macy gave her a little ******ly hug. Mrs Macy and the others guests laughed at her surprise. Mary had led John to the only seat available and monopolized his attention, offering him a glass of the finest sherry he had ever sipped. Mary was so attentive that John forgot to protest about his wife riding Mr Macy's knee! On the next meetings, it became a routine and Susan found it quite normal to kiss Mrs Macy then her husband and sit on his lap even if seats were available. Soon they insisted that Susan call him Uncle Bill and her Aunty Peggy. It was so lovely! They felt as if the elderly couple was their real family. But Bill and Peggy didn't stop there : on the next occasion, there were three guest couples Susan had just met once or twice. She took an armchair next to Mr Macy but his wife scolded her immediately. It was gentle but rather stern. - Oh my dear Susan, are you cross with my poor Bill? He loves so much when you sit on his lap! Would you deprive him of his little innocent pleasure, today? Susan immediately apologized and hastily sat on Mr Macy's knee at it seemed to have become her normal place! The other guests seemed not to find a grown up woman sitting on their host's knee unusual. John had already his glass of sherry in his hand and he was actively chatting with Mary and Mrs Macy. It was usual at these evening that both John and Susan would leave a bit early to allow the older people to have some private time together and it seemed to suit everyone perfectly. John did remark to Susan on a few occasions that he was surprised how long the other visitors stayed upstairs but it was none of their business. On one occasion, Susan had left her silk scarf upstairs. She climbed upstairs and, as she was about to knock the door, she heard them talking about her and John in a very fond and loving manner. Susan partly blushed at the lovely compliments. Someone said something about Susan was so cuddly. Mrs Macy laughed : -Bill really loves his little girl sitting on his knee! One of the guests, Mr Daw***, replied in a loud voice : -She can sit on my knee next time! They all laughed. Susan felt really part of the Macy family. She loved them all. When she did knock, they obviously loved seeing her and quickly found her scarf. When she returned downstairs, she enjoyed telling John about it and he kissed her forehead, saying : - We were really lucky to find such a lovely house with such lovely people! Things carried on like this for over a year and it became even nicer and nicer. Susan and John now went every evening to the Macy's apartment as soon as they went back from work, either alone or together, just to see if they needed anything. If so, usually John went shopping for them, usually in company of Mary while Susan remained with Uncle Bill. After a few glasses of wine, it felt quite lovely. There were no dubious gestures from the old man and Susan felt absolutely safe with him. Once she wore a new flowing silk skirt, Mrs Macy told her that it would be creased if she sat that way on her skirt. Susan had better to push her skirt aside. It meant sitting with her knickers directly on his pants but Mrs Macy's concern seemed quite innocent. John came back with his big bags and he didn't see anything wrong in his wife's outfit. The back of her skirt was now falling down to the floor, completely covering Mr Macy's knee. Uncle Bill had put his hand on Susan's knee above her skirt but she had taken it just as another amiable gesture! Mary told two days later Susan that her ****** thought she had wonderful plump thighs. Susan would do anything to please Uncle Bill and she started to wear shorter skirts when she went to see them. They all seemed to approve. Mrs Macy offered Susan for her birthday a mini skirt, a pleated tartan one. She explained her the rea*** of that gift : -I chose the tartan of the school I and Mary attended! I hope you'll like it and wear it often when you come to visit us! The wrap around skirt was a bit too short to Susan's tastes but she made a point of getting home to change into it before going downstairs to salute Uncle Bill and his wife! Mary and her ****** would usually sit close to John on a sofa. He was not a very big man and sometimes some of the older women would give him a little kiss when he complimented them. They would always have a few glasses of wine which was so relaxing and Mrs Macy would quite often offer them a small yellow tablet, a homeopathy pill to relax after a tedious work day as Peggy told them. Afterwards, they both found it made them feel wonderful. Susan discovered she liked sitting astride Uncle Bill's knee even more after she had had her tablet! She was then so obliging with him she let him hold her around the waist and rock her on his knee. He sometimes made jokes about her riding his pony. Susan giggled when she told John that she liked riding Uncle Bill's pony. John had laughed and didn't object to this innocent game. Both Susan and John had such a lovely life now that whenever they travelled home to the north, they would tell their parents all about it. Their parents were so proud of them. Then one day in work, Susan had such a shock. She found out that her husband John had been misappropriating funds from their Accountancy Firm. Their whole life started to fall apart. She was devastated. It was a huge amount. He tried to explain to her that he had started to secretly gamble. At first, it had been so easy, he had even won some money and he had dreamed of taking her on a world cruise and doing wonderful things to please her. Although she loved her husband so dearly, there was no way she could hide these huge amounts from her Directors. They were both called to a meeting at the Northern Head Office. It was a very stern affair. After John had made a full confession, he had to resign from the firm with instructions that he had to repay the money in 5 years or a police prosecution would be initiated, It didn't stop there. Susan was allowed to stay in her position but her bonus would be severely reduced as she might have been an accomplice of her husband. All her activities would be scrutinized for several years. She knew she was lucky to get away with that. Apart from the loss of income and the shame of it all, neither of them could face the idea of telling their parents. They had to keep it secret somehow. They returned to their lovely apartment in total shock. They knew they couldn't afford it any longer with a single salary and, if they had to move into a Council House, their parents would bound to find out when they came south to visit them. Both John and Susan ended up in tears when they explained their situation to Mr and Mrs Macy and their ********. It was very awkward to confess John's sins in front of the young woman. Mary looked at her ****** and ******: - Perhaps you can have a word with some of your friends, Daddy. They all like Susan and John! I am sure they will help... Susan knew that they were in such financial trouble that nothing could really help them out. Her husband was out of work and they had a huge debt to repay with the threat of pri*** and they really couldn't afford this apartment any more. Mr Macy spoke first. He was so kindly - Nothing is as bad as it seems, Susan. The first thing is to get John back to work. You know my friend Roy Davis. He is quite wealthy and he will give John a job as a Junior Clerk. It won't be much money but it will be a start! Susan could see her husband starting to brighten up. She knew it wouldn't solve anything though and she explained : - But with just my salary and John's reduced pay, we still cannot afford this apartment! - Don't worry, pet. We all like both of you at our parties, don't we, Daddy? I don't think our friends would want them to stop as they have been coming along quite nicely. They could even stay later than they do now! Mr Macy nodded and looked at his wife who smiled in approbation. - I think Aunty Peggy and I could let you stay in the apartment rent free for a while. You'll repay us later when you have regained your solvency! John looked flabbergasted - But Mr Macy, it would cost you a fortune! How could we ever hope to pay you back? - Well, I am fairly wealthy, John. I would have to keep a clear check on things but if you would sign an invoice to me stating that the rent is added to your debt then I think that will satisfy my accountants! John looked at Susan. He looked so grateful that she couldn't express her doubts.. - I will certainly sign, Sir. It's just so generous of you and your wife and Mary. If we can do anything we can to pay you back, you just have to say! Mrs Macy smiled fondly at him - You must appreciate, John, how much we enjoy your company, You are such a nice lad and we all think of Susan as being our lovely little girl in her short skirts! We will find some way for you to repay us, don't worry, Susan, my dear pet! Susan felt quite wanted by the old couple and their ********. She desperately wanted to please them. When they had returned from that terrible meeting, she had changed without thinking to it to a very short tennis skirt. They had all said they liked her plump thighs and she had considered it was her duty to give them that last pleasure when she would announce them they had to leave and now they may remain in their home!. Uncle Bill looked so kindly as he sat there that Susan wanted to show him her gratitude. She stood up and leaned over. She intended to kiss him on the cheek but at the last second, he turned slightly to the right and her kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. She blushed terribly but he laughed aloud. His wife giggled slightly. - Oh, it would be a nice way to repay your debt, Susan! Susan was almost toppling over and Uncle Bill reached around her to steady her. Susan then realized she must be flashing her knickers to everyone! His help was finally not sufficient and she did lose her balance and tipped over. His hand accidentally slipped between her thighs and she felt his finger strike the gusset of her panties. She knew it was just an accident due to her own clumsiness but it felt quite nice! Mrs Macy laughed : - You will have to be more careful, Susan, when you open your legs or my husband will be in your knickers like a shot! Everyone laughed to such a good joke, even her husband. Mary did giggle - You are lucky you are not wearing black panties, Susan, or my ****** would be inside them by now! They shared the general merriment. They were all laughing now. John and Susan felt as if a huge load had been lifted from their shoulders. Just Susan was also intrigued by what Mary had said. She couldn't stop herself asking : -Do you really like young women in black panties Uncle Bill? Uncle bill groaned a little. When she felt his finger stroking her pussy through the fabric of her knickers, she realized he still had his hand between her legs! But his move was certainly not an accident, this time! His wife grinned and smiled in an evil way : - My husband has always had a fetish about women wearing black panties, Susan! I think it is a man thing, but he is such a good man! When I was younger, I always wore such undies for him! It's his fetish like the school girl uniform I offered you! John seemed inebriated by their suddenly improved financial situation. He said to Susan very pointedly : - You have a few pairs of black knickers, Susan! You could get downstairs and come back in the adequate outfit to please our generous sponsor! Susan nodded sheepishly! John seemed ready to offer his wife to their landlord to pay the rent....! Susan wasn't sure whether Mrs Macy really wanted it. She asked her quite directly : - I don't want to be presumptuous, Mrs Macy, but I would you to tell me whether the next time you invite us upstairs, you really want me to wear black underwear and schoolgirl uniform? Aunty Maggy smiled her approval and nodded complacently. Mary joined in - That would be lovely, Susan! Perhaps it would help you if I wore the same uniform as well!" She nodded but stayed mute. They were talking about a bizarre subject but their relief was so immense that everything else seemed insignificant in compari***. Susan even thought to herself that it would be easier to ride Uncle Bill's pony like that! She went upstairs to change, leaving her husband alone. She wasn't long : a simple black push up bra (she just chose the lacy one her husband had offered her during their honeymoon. It was so sexy that she had never been bold enough to wear it. She also put on a black Brazilian slip. It was riding so high on her hips and looked almost like a g string in her back!. The school girl outfit was even easier to put on : a pleated skirt less than eight inches wide, very exciting white sockets, that she folded down to make them shorter, a white blouse she took care not to button up to the neck. In fact, the first button was placed just between her firm and proud breasts that jutted obscenely forward. Susan watched herself in a mirror. She took different poses and finally decided to pull backwards her shoulders to give more volume to her melons! God she was changing quite fast : she had never used such obscene words for her breasts! She then worked on her make up, putting a red lipstick with a glossy appearance. She delineated it with a brown pencil. Then she made a great job on her eyes with the whole set of feminine weapons : elongated eye lashes, eye liner to give her longer eyes and elaborated eye shadows in matching colors with her skirt colors. She felt like a sacrifice girl in ancient ages but she was quite keen to show the result of her preparation to Uncle Bill and Aunty Maggy! Before leaving, she put on quite demure black patent shoes. Just they had four inches heels that would surely have caused her retention if she was still at school! The door bell destroyed her daydream. It was Mary coming to look for her! Susan opened the door and let her in. The young woman ordered her immediately with no deference to her feelings -Lift your leg on the wall, so that I can check! Susan gritted her teeth and raised her left foot knowing that Mary just intended to check her underwear! She felt like a plaything and could do nothing about it. She climbed the stairs with Mary directly behind her. She could imagine what the young girl could see. Mary whispered suggestively to her : - Daddy will like your little drawers! When they got to the top of the stairs and stood outside the door. Susan could hear a woman whimpering at a distance but she didn't recognize who it could be. Mary pushed Susan forward and told her : - You know what you have to say? Susan nodded as Mary opened the door and pushed her in. They got inside. Mr Macy was alone in the reception room. It was deadly quiet. She remembered what she had to say. Mary had made her rehearse it until she knew it by heart. -Hello, Uncle Bill. I am Susan Dole. I am 23, married to a swindler but, tonight, I want to be just your little schoolgirl! She knew that was exactly what she looked like in her short plaid skirt, white blouse and white socks. Any man always considered a girl wearing similar skimpy outfit highly sexy. Uncle Bill applauded loudly and whistled lewdly. But where in hell was John? -You look so pretty, Susan, in your little uniform! I hope you'll wear it each time you come to visit me or my friends, won't you offer that pleasure to an old man? Come over by my armchair, so that all I can really watch you! Susan bravely advanced toward him. She heard a muffled woman's scream and a man's groan. No it was impossible! John couldn't be fucking the old Mrs Macy : she might be forty years older than him! The rhythmic groans she could hear left no doubt to the activities in the main bedroom with the closed door. Susan felt devastated. 
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Do you really like your little schoolgirl, Uncle Bill? Mary made her lean prone on top of Mr Macy's knees with her head hanging against his left thigh. She realized she couldn't avoid flashing her underwear to her landlord. The old man spoke so nicely to Susan : - I told you are pretty and so lovely, my little Susan! Susan knew she had to speak in a little girlie voice and it was better to go along now that this man had decided to help her out of a deadly trap. If she tried to resist him, he might decide to withdraw his support or even worse decide she needed to be spanked like a naughty schoolgirl. She murmured cutely to him : - Thank you, Uncle. I always wear nice clean clothes to make you proud of your little niece! - I can see that your knickers are black. Is your bra black as well, Susan? - Oh yes, Uncle Bill, I always try to wear matching undies! She realized she must have said the right thing because Uncle Bill's breathing became ragged. He was getting very aroused. She knew what he wanted now. She lifted the back of her skirt up and asked cutely - Should I show you my knickers properly, Uncle? - You are a good little girl, Susan! Uncle Bill capped her pussy with his hand and started to rib his fingers along her slit. He groaned in approbation and whispered to her - Pull your skirt right up, my dear Susan, and push your knickers aside so my fingers can meet your bare skin" Susan did her best to please her landlord. She really needed to be nice to him! Everything considered, she had taken no part in the errors of her husband : why would she have to pay for it? - You have really a lovely bottom. You are delectable and so nicely obedient! Susan felt relieved when she heard him compliment her but was unsure what to do next. He came to her rescue. - Would you mind turning around, darling. I'm going to pull down your panties. They will be on the way when I fuck you! Susan now knew what would be her fate that evening. Knowing it made the idea more bearable for her. This wasn't too bad! She turned around, making sure her skirt stayed up. She looked over her shoulder at Uncle Bill saying : - Don't you think my butt looks fat, Uncle? -It's a lovely plump bum, dear, just like your thighs. He reached out and squeezed her bottom cheeks. It wasn't offensive and he was so gentle that Susan didn't find it objectionable. - I liked your pretty butt since your first visit. I dreamed for more than a year about the day I would explore it and that dame had come, at last! Strangely Susan immediately felt proud that this nice old man had kept his desire for her alive for so long. She said coyly : - I like when you caress my buttocks, Uncle Bill! He groaned and she felt his hand on her bottom. He wasn't rough and it was quite nice. He had now ************* eased her over his lap again and his hand was gently squeezing her bum. It was so nice for her. She prayed he would never stop. He started then to play with her clit and it became really enjoyable. She climaxed among desperate moans and whimpers. She thought it was already finished but he pressed his finger between her nether lips. She opened her mouth wide and a deep moan escaped her lips. He slowly pushed his medium finger as deep as it would go and with the same slowness, he withdrew it from her now dripping pussy. He passed the sleek finger under his nostrils and inhaled deeply. - Your smell is delicious, my dear Susan! Uncle Bill then presented his finger to her mouth. She let it invade her mouth, sucking his finger as if it was a little cock. When he considered his finger completely clean, he pushed a second finger into her mouth and continued to move his fingers between her lips. She copiously slavered on his fingers, perfectly knowing he intended to explore her very sensitive cunt with such a long and hard probe! He didn't leave her in doubt for a long time before shoving his rigid fingers into her love tunnel. She liked it as well and she could feel his cock rising against her tummy. She knew that as a faithful wife she shouldn't let him have his way with her nor even let it make her feel nice, but it was so lovely! She gently humped down on it causing uncle Bill to groan with pleasure. - Can you feel my big cock, darling? It's aching to get into your tender pussy and discharge a big load of cum inside you! -It's lovely, Uncle Bill! But you mustn't spew your cum in my pussy. I'm married! -I don't care! It'll be a little part of your payment, having your wimpy crook of a husband watching your belly swelling with a baby from a man who has his whole life in his hands. And after that, I'll see to him taking good care of the baby while I enjoy the ******. He doesn't know it for the time being but he won't leave this apartment without wearing a locked chastity belt, a cage that will forbid him to fuck you while he wears it! Only my wife will have the key and John will have two options : either fuck a sex crazy old woman or remain permanently locked in his prison, without even the possibility of cleaning himself... It'll be his permanent punishment for years! But I can still choose some alternative! -I see! You are some sort of a fiendish sadist, Uncle Bill! -Don't play on my pride, my dear Susan... John will remember this day all his life! 
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Susan had been surprised and even secretly disappointed when Mr Macy had finally decided he would wait a little longer before inserting his cock into her lovely cunt. He had made her cum at least four times with his fingers and she had been quite eager to continue : she had never dreamed she could be that naughty! Mr Macy had accompanied her downstairs while John was still locked with Aunty Peggy and Mary. She offered him to have a cup of tea with her and he agreed immediately. He took her in his arms and hugged her closely. She offered him her mouth and kissed him passionately. She soon found herself sitting on his lap with his fingers playing in her husband's personal garden. When John opened the door, Uncle Bill had two fingers in her pussy and his thumb was twirling around the sensitive bud of her clit. His other arm was around her waist with his hand cupping her breast with her bra pushed up out of the way. He was twisting her nipple, as taut as a bullet, between two fingers. Uncle Bill didn't even try to hide but just continued what he was doing to the pretty wife of the newcomer. John opened wide eyes when he discovered his wife tightly embraced by Mr Macy in a pristine clear position. He was accompanied by Mrs Macy and her ******** Mary. Both of them had the glowing, special appearance of well fucked women. Susan felt a pang of jealousy because her husband had clearly, as she had suspected, enjoyed both girls but Mr Macy had only given her pleasure with his fingers! It just wasn't fair! But she found quite hard to repress her hilarity when she discovered her husband wearing about the same outfit as herself with a very short flip skirt, a blouse half unbuttoned revealing a at least B cup, looking well filled, bra. God it was impossible : John had a quite flat chest that very morning when he took his shower! She looked closer and discovered he had false boobs that were just the same hue as his skin. The pink bra he was wearing was quite lacy and seethrough. In her repressed hilarity, Susan wondered if he was wearing matching knickers. Knowing Mrs Macy, she was pretty sure of it! Susan had to recognize John looked really gorgeous with his lean legs widely exhibited, and the high heels he wore as if he had done it for years. As he approached her, Susan could see that his legs and arms had been shaved. They were bright, probably some baby lotion to make his skin smoother! As he was now, he would have been a hit on a dance floor with the long chestnut wig that completed his outfit. He really looked like a girl! -Susan! May I present you our new friend Joan. I wish she will entertain us so often in the future! Later, Susan discovered to her intense relief that her husband's cock wasn't locked in a cage. John explained her Mrs Macy had made him try one. It was so humiliating! Mrs Macy had told him that if he ever tried to put his hand anywhere on his wife, she would know it and make him wear a locked cage immediately. Susan and John realized that their landlords weren't joking and they took care to stay as far as possible from one another in their marital bed. During the week after that fateful evening, Susan arrived from work as soon as possible, went up to her apartment to change into the black undies Mr Macy loved so much and the naughty school girl outfit that was her ordinary uniform at home. She went upstairs to ask Mrs Macy what she needed from the local supermarket. She went shopping in her sexy clothes : some guys made lewd comments or whistled when she passed by them. She also bought what she needed and went back home. She prepared dinner for the Macy like some servant. Mrs Macy made her soon wear a tiny lacy apron and an old fashioned servant's cap on her hair while she cooked food. Then she would prepare the table and serve the food before going downstairs to eat with john. They went upstairs every evening together. Mrs Macy was extremely precise about what they had to wear : usually but not always, it was her school girl uniform but on some occasions, she was told to wear a cocktail gown with nothing underneath. When Mr and Mrs Macy had guests, she was told to put on fully slit knickers with total access to her pussy and her ass. Usually, Mr Macy cornered her in the kitchen, made her bend on a stool and plunged his thumb in her back passage and his fore finger in her pussy. Once, they were almost discovered by a guest, an Indian man. He stayed impenetrable but Susan was sure he had seen it all! John had more variety in his attire : always girly clothes with high heels but once a very short wrap around skirt and white blouse, just like Susan, but another time a denim short with a see through lace top or on the last day a long dress with a slit up to mid thigh to reveal the black suspenders underneath and a deep cleavage that advertised he or she wasn't wearing a bra. John's face was shaved daily and he put on a mask every dayto have the bskin of any pretty girl! The poor sod didn't know what he was anymore! He needed some time to regain his wits! The events of the past week had made both Susan and John thoroughly ashamed of themselves. Susan had told her husband : - We must go up North to see my ****** and ******. We really need a break! As they drove North, they couldn't help arguing about what had become of them. John sounded accusing when he said - But you pulled your clothes up, Susan and then you lay across his lap with your panties down! I found you on that first evening with one hand around your breast and the other one fingering your pussy and rubbing your clit : what a shame! She countered - I had to pull my skirt up but it wasn't my fault when Mr Macy pushed my knickers down. He said he wanted to play with my bum! John blushed. He didn't want to admit it but it had aroused him enormously to see the old Mr Macy fingering her between her legs and yesterday poking his cane into her buttocks without arising any protest or complaint from her. Susan didn't want to be the only guilty one and said - But you let Mrs Macy dress you up as a little girl. She had you yesterday in frilly pink knickers and a little silk dress to the mall and you looked as if you enjoyed it! She had even placed pink ribbons in your hair! John blushed. He knew he had and tried to explain : - It has been a sort of fetish since I was young. My ****** used to make me put my sister's knickers on! Susan shook her head in disgust and added : - And Mary had you crawling on your knees and doing lots of silly girly things! John felt incensed. Hr had always felt guilty about his ****** and sister. He defended himself : - You were a lot worse, Susan! You let him put his cock in your mouth! -Don't tell me you didn't fuck these two sluts on the first evening : the noises through the door were pretty revealing! -And you let him cum all over your face quite often! Susan recoiled. She had no defence. She sobbed with guilt. John was relentless. - Two days ago, I saw him spraying spunk all over your face and you were smiling as if you were enjoying yourself! Susan just shook her head in shame. She remembered smiling because Mr Macy had told her to pretend that her face was a cream cake and he was just making her have a creamy top. It had seemed funny at the time especially after they had given her some wine and a couple of the golden tablets. She loved the tablet feeling. She also remembered John letting Mary sit on his face and rub her dirty knickers into his mouth and his nose until she climaxed before pushing aside her knickers and making him clean her twat with his tongue but she realised that there was no point in keeping on blaming each other. Actually Mrs Macy had been urging him to stick his nose up her ********. It had been appalling. Their money situation had not significantly improved. In fact, it was as bad as ever and she knew they would have to go back and let Mr and Mrs Macy have their way with them. They were getting bolder and bolder and Susan feared to discover their next indecent proposals! Deep down they were nonetheless still very grateful to Mr and Mrs Macy for their kind help and knew that it was their duty to repay the old couple. She felt that a quiet weekend with her parents would do them both good. Her ****** William was a Vicar and Susan always felt calmer after going to his church and praying with him. Even as she thought about it, she remembered Mrs Macy telling them as they left to have a nice time. She had also mentioned that one of Mr Macy's friends would be coming to the parties from now on. She said that Mr Gupta was a rich Indian man and thought that he would be able to help John a lot with the money problem and may even give him a good job. John had almost sobbed his gratitude to Mr Gupta before even discussing with him. Both Susan and John had met Mr Gupta a few times previously. He was an apparently nice middle aged man with a funny accent. He looked rather authoritative. From what he had said, he had been a janitor in a school for young English Ladies back in Scotland several years ago. Susan had felt quite superior to the nice old man, but he had impressed her. Then Mary had enlightened her - Mr Gupta is now a well to do man. Apparently since he came to England, he has worked very hard and bought a greengrocers shop which did so well he bought another. Now he owns a dozen shops and produces his own bio food. He may someday become a millionaire! Susan could hardly believe that his funny old man could have achieved all this. John felt the same. Now however the situation was reversed and John had no illusions about how much he needed this old man to help him. Even Susan felt no more superior to him! When they arrived at her parent's lovely home it was so peaceful and quiet. Her ****** and ****** embraced them both warmly and wanted to know all the news and how their very important jobs were going. They were so lovely that neither Susan nor John had the courage to tell them the truth. They went to church and Susan heard her ****** in the sermon tell all the parishioners how it was important to love God and keep pure for your spouse. She felt so guilty and so did John. Just before they left, Susan's ****** said that she wanted to make them a lovely surprise : she and her ****** would in a few weeks be driving down South and would visit them. Susan was horrified but had to pretend that it was a marvellous news, Elizabeth told her ******** : - We are longing to meet your neighbours, Mr and Mrs Macy. From your letters, they seem so lovely. We are looking forward to spending an evening with them and all your other lovely friends" John just shook his head in bewilderment about what may happen. As they drove down the motorway on their way South, neither spoke about it, They were dwelling on the possibilities. When they got home, Mr and Macy had made a small supper for them and a nice cup of tea was waiting for them and it was all so innocent. Susan even thought the previous events may have been a dream. Unfortunately it wasn't : a golden tablet was in the saucer. Mr and Mrs Macy wanted them compliant and resolutely horny! A few evenings later, Mary knocked on the door and told them -My ****** and ****** are having a little get together with some friends this evening Susan and they would like you to join us if you are not too busy. She looked at John and smiled to him : - Mr Gupta will be there, John. You could ask him about the job if you are still interested! John gasped. He was not just interested, he was desperate. He did ask : - Mary, do you think he will let me work for him? Mary shook her head in doubt : - I really don't know, John. As you know, he is a lovely old man but he has had some bad experiences with English men and women as he has worked in this country. They haven't shown him much respect! John felt really nervous and so did Susan. She knew how much John needed a new job. John could hardly contain himself as he muttered - Oh Mary, I will surely respect him. I will show him how much I honour him and I am sure my wife will as well" Susan joined in - I will respect him as well Mary. I want to show him that we are sorry if other people have insulted him. We will do anything for him! Mary smiled. She knew that this young couple had no idea of what they were saying and no idea of what they would have to do, She just mentioned casually - Well, you do know that Mr Gupta was a janitor in a girls' school a long time ago. Susan nodded and Mary carried on : - Well the older English girls were about 18 or 19 and used to tease him a lot and it did leave him with a lot of fetishes. - What did the girls do to him, Mary? Mary giggled and said 
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- It seems ridiculous now in this day and age but a few of them would go down to his room in their very short uniforms and bend over a lot to show him their panties. Some of the girls would even spank each other in front of him. They knew they were exciting him and they even let him touch their panties on occasion. Susan and John listened and looked thoughtful. Mary suddenly asked John : - It could be a good idea to soften Mr Gupta, John! Would you mind if your wife put on her short school clothes for him? John looked startled. He had been thinking about it. Susan had as well. But Mary's suggestion was another step downward. They both shook their head in bewilderment. Mary didn't press the question and simply left them saying - See you soon! I really think you should ask Mr Gupta about the job tonight, John" Later on, as they were getting ready to go upstairs to Mr and Mrs Macy's, Susan called John into the bedroom and asked : - What do you think I should wear, John? John felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. He just mumbled : -Mr Gupta will be there tonight, Susan! Mary has been quite clear about what he would like! John was wearing a casual jeans and a shirt without his false boobs. There was nothing feminine in his appearance if you put aside the fact that his shirt was a deep pink, his toenails were painted red under his socks and his face was smoother than most men's but nothing was so evident. He knocked at the door and Mary came to welcome them. -You are a bit early : we haven't taken the dessert but it's not a problem : you'll take it with us. Susan will make the service... - Mr Gupta, May I present you Mr and Mrs Dale, our neighbors from the basement floor, we have been speaking about? Susan is an accountant and John is actually unemployed! Gupta greeted them, joining his hands in front of his nose and bending slightly his head. He explained them it was a Namaste, a formal salute in India. Susan was fascinated by the man : he seemed so mysterious with his olive skin, his big eyes that seemed enlarged by the contrast with his dark skin and his unusual manners and accent. While Susan served the dessert, Gupta charmed his assistance with detailed descriptions of his contacts with very important persons : one of the most important CEO in England who made frequent visits to some of his country cottages with his very pretty wife, a vice president of the federation of India he had repeatedly met in her husband's palace in India and he had accompanied for a short visit to the school where he had worked as a janitor, years before in Scotland. -The school official name is Demeanour School for Wayward Girls. They have a tartan uniform, just like yours, Susan, just a bit shorter but they wear socks, caps and cape with the same tartan. The discipline is very strict but the girls kept making pranks, just to be punished. They were so bold that I had to reinstate corporeal punishments. Fortunately the girls were adult and the ban didn't apply to them! -What sort of pranks did they do, Mr Gupta? -The wickedest I could imagine! One just peed in her knickers, lifted her skirt to show her drenched knickers to one of her professors before flashing her butt to a delivery man. She had him in her pussy backward when I discovered them. That slut just pulled down her wet knickers and threw them to me. -Oh my god! What did you do to punish her, Mr Gupta? That poor creature needed extremely strict correction, don't you think so? -Of course, Mrs Macy. I can be very harsh in such extreme conditions! -Oh simple. It was raining and the weather was rather cold. Then I... Mary interrupted him. It is just raining and the temperature has dropped considerably. Perhaps we could reenact the scene? -If you want, Ms Macy but then I would prefer that all the girls present would wear a school girl uniform. -Susan wears just one. I have one and I can change in a minute but my ****** hasn't got one! -No problem, the head mistress hadn't too. Mr Macy will take the role of the school director, Peter but I'm afraid I have no job for you, Mr Dale? John blanched until he realized Mr Gupta was just speaking of their little play! Mrs Macy intervened. I think I have a school girl's outfit from my niece Suzan. She was rather plump and I think John would perfectly fit in. So he could participate! What do you think of it, Mr Gupta? -Oh my dear, it could be funny, I think! - Then, it's settled, John, go down stairs and change into Joan. Just not to spoil our good Mr Gupta's play! Ten minutes later, Joan was aligned in a row with Mary at his side, then Susan. The three school girls were facing Mr and Mrs Dacy with an umprella protecting them under a thin drizzle. Mr Gupta was wearing a thick coat. - We have just forgotten to decide who will be the punished girl? For evident reasons, Joan is out of limits. Mary is the ******** of our guests. I think that Susan would be the best choice! A bomb could have exploded in the courtyard! Susan thought she was participating to a little play for the benefit of Mr and Mrs Macy and this Mr Gupta was speaking of really punishing her. She turned toward her husband who signaled her to agree... She gulped and stepped forward. -I'm ready, sir! -Good Susan! I really like determined girls just like you! If you would be kind enough to empty your bladder now! -Where, Mr Gupta? -In your knickers while standing at attention, of course! Did you just listen to my description of the scene? -Of course, sir, I just wanted to know how far did you want to go? -As far as possible, pet! I know that your husband would like to work for me. I can give him a good job in my company but only if our little game goes to its end! Joan was now watching her with quite hopeful eyes. She really looked like some basset hound with his big eyes! Susan couldn't deceive him! Mrs Macy offered her a big bottle of water. Susan drank it completely. She had understood that Mrs Macy wanted her to make a real show for them. The cold weather helped her also and she felt soon that she was in real need to pee. It was awfully decadent but she wouldn't have to wait long before she was ******* into debasing herself in front of her husband, her landlords and this strange man. She secretly regretted there weren't more people to witness her public ***********... -Keep your legs together for the jet to flow down on your legs and wet your shoes! The situation was just appalling! She had to really love her husband to do something so awfully shameful! That was her last thought when she let go and drenched her knickers, her stockings and even her skirt.! Mr Gupta exclaimed : -Look at that dirty slut : she has soiled herself in front of us all! I will have her punished according to her misdeeds! He pushed his hands under her skirt, grabbed the waist of her knickers. They were above her suspenders. Mr Gupta leered at her : -Only sluts wear their knickers above their suspenders. A lady would hide her pussy fist, before arranging her stockings. It's the ultimate proof! Susan blushed at the insult but he was right : on the rare occasions she had put on stockings such as for her marriage, she had put her knickers on first! Why in hell had she changed that routine for that special day! Mr Gupta bunched her skirt around her waist and stripped her of her blouse before unhooking her bra. -Now I am needing your help, Joan : you are going to crouch in front of your wife and she will lie on your back while she receives her punishment! Try not to move at all or you may receive a stray stroke! Mr Gupta touched her shoulders and she obediently lay with her naked belly on the back of her husband. He sent Mary to bring back the thick rattan cane he had left in his car. Mary's blouse was drenched by the continuous drizzle. It had become almost transparent and obscenely clinging to her shapely curves but she went outdoors without bothering to put on a coat. She was so engrossed by the excitation Mr Gupta had produced that she didn't care about her own public exposure! Mr Gupta made the can swish twice above her offered buttocks, just to terrify her. She relaxed at the third swish and she froze when it landed perfectly on both her buttocks! She howled in pain but Mary and Mrs Macy had grabbed her shoulders to steady her. Mr Gupta was working like a metronome. His strokes landed every twelve seconds precisely and were exactly spaced by one inch. After the sixth stroke, he changed his position to make another series of parallel weals! Susan was mad with pain but the support of her husband never failed her and she had to endure her punishment to the end but her ordeal wasn't finished. Mr Gupta announced : -Such a good thrashing must find its unavoidable culmination! Mr Macy, would you like to step in front of our punished girl! Joan had his eyes to the floor. Susan's husband had read how a good caning should be ended but he couldn't gather the courage to revolt. Mr Gupta grabbed a handful of Susan's hair and he ****** her to lift her head. She opened her tearful eyes to discover in front of her Mr Macy's cock. He had just freed it from his pants and anticipation made his eyes glow. Susan abandoned herself to the moment and she opened dutifully her mouth. Uncle Bill pushed forward and entered her mouth in a steady movement. Susan was totally tamed now and her throat accustomed to service the landlord's cock. He soon impaled her mouth to the hilt. Only muffled moans could escape her perfectly gagged mouth! Joan felt relieved : Mr Macy was just using Susan's mouth, just as he had done already so many times. He focused his eyes on Uncle Bill's shoes. As long as he could see them, his wife was safe! Susan thought that her punishment was about to be finished but Mr Gupta thought otherwise. She felt something huge and very hard poking her buttocks. Mr Macy's cock prevented her from turning her head. But she soon found out! It was Mr Gupta's cock and it was aimed at her pussy. He wanted to take her doggie style and there was nothing she could do about it : she couldn't scream her opposition to it, nor call for help. Her plies would be silenced by Mr Macy's big cock. Mrs Macy and her ******** prevented her to pull back and even if she tried to escape them by pulling back, it would be to impale herself faster on Mr Gupta's rigid cock. Susan stopped fighting and resolved to accept her fate! The invading cock poked lightly against her hole, it wasn't a true penetration, more like a caress. It was even more pervert that she had expected. She was about to be fucked, perched on the back of her unsuspecting husband in front of Mr Macy, his wife and their ********! Mr Gupta was trying to make her cum as she was fucked so that she would be totally unfaithful to her husband! Her tormentor was alternating slow sweeps along her more and more dripping slit, a rubbing of the tip of his cock on her clit before returning to a parting of her nether lips still with his big cock. It was getting slicker and slicker every minute. Susan was starting to pant helplessly, her pussy was now as wet as a swamp and it was beginning to gap open. Susan was now mad with lust : she wanted that big cock to tear open her pussy at last. The orders of Mr and Mrs Macy had condemned her to a complete celibacy with her husband sharing her bed but never even kissing or caressing her. Mr Gupta made her sizzling hot and her marital vows were pushed into the deepest recesses of her mind for the time being! She tried to hump back to make him enter her for real but he kept his hands on her hips to steady her. Finally Mr Gupta tired of the game. He froze as the knob of his cock was embedded in her molten pussy. Susan arched her back, feeling that the instant was of utmost importance. Gupta finally pushed slowly forward and his shaft gradually entered her tender sheath at last. He paused only when his pubic hair entered in contact with her buttocks! Joan was still unaware of what was arriving to his wife still perched on his back. Mary took a photo of this weird coupling. Afterwards, Mr Gupta started to really fuck Susan, trying to follow Mr Macy's rhythm not to alert the poor unwitting cuckold. Their pace was getting faster and faster. Mr Gupta managed to hide his roar of triumph as he cummed deep in Susan's belly with a fit of coughs. Susan came too when she felt his hot sperm splashing against the walls of her pussy. Now she was even with her hubbie! 
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When Susan and John returned to their nice apartment, that evening, they were both very subdued. Susan thought back over her very comfortable and rather affluent ********* and her brilliant success in school. Her husband John was in exactly the same position. They just couldn't understand how it had gone so wrong. They liked Mr and Mrs Macy and the others but they now seemed totally subservient to their erotic desires and there was no way out for the young couple. Susan thought also about Mr Gupta. He really was a nice old Indian man from a very poor background. It was quite strange that he seemed to be so deeply respected by the Macys and everyone else they had met. Mr Gupta had a quiet dignity and unprecedented authority. When he just looked down at anyone, he or she got immediately subservient, ready to obey him, whatever he would ask for. Susan had noticed that all of the Macy family seemed anxious to please him. She appreciated that Mr Gupta was very rich but so was Mr Macy. It went deeper than just money. Following that naughty evening, everything settled down and they frequently visited upstairs and saw Mr Gupta every two or three days as he came to supervise the building of his new supermarket in the outskirts of their little town but nothing untoward happened. Mrs Macy told them that Mr Gupta was still considering John for a very important job in his chain of greengrocers. Susan was as desperate as her husband. One afternoon, Mrs Macy came to see them. She was quite excited as she told John : - I think Mr Gupta has decided to appoint you to the job he has been considering for you! John cried with joy. So did Susan. When they went up to Mrs Macy's apartment that evening, Mr Gupta was there and smiled pleasantly at them. Mr and Mrs Macy and their ******** were with him and Mrs Macy poured everyone a glass of sherry. Nothing was said about the job but the Dale couple was quietly confident. Gupta announced then his intentions : - John, you know that I'm looking for someone to manage my new supermarket. I had had so much trouble with other English people that I had decided not to hire one but our hosts have convinced me that there are very considerate people hereby and they assured me that you would work hard and be totally faithful and obedient to my orders, would you, John? - Of course, Mr Gupta! - I expected it and I will test you for it in a few minutes but a manager in our trade needs the constant support of his wife. Are you ready to do so, Susan? Mr Gupta looked at her with piercing eyes that seemed to get through her clothes to the very core of her mind! - I'll obey you completely, too and I won't ever comment your choices, Mr Gupta, if you hire my husband. - Then I'm going to test how deep your commitment is, too! Susan heard Mrs Macy ask Mr Gupta : - Will it be OK if Mary takes Joan into the bedroom to dress her now, Sir? The Indian man nodded. Mary stood up and led John into her bedroom. Susan felt nervous. She felt somehow that the moment was crucial for their life and she wondered what was going to happen. She didn't have to wait long! Mrs Macy asked Mr Gupta - How shall I dress her, Sir? Mr Gupta smiled and replied in a very calm voice : - Just some small panties will do. Nothing special! - But Sir, she needs something over it to cover her modesty! Mr Gupta waived away in a rather nonchalant manner, telling Mrs Macy that she could dress Susan just as she liked providing his instructions were followed! Susan followed meekly the older lady into her bedroom. Mrs Macy handed her a pair of Mary's old knickers saying : - I think these ones will do, Susan. He will like you in well worn panties! Susan had undressed swiftly with no complaints. When she had pulled her knickers up, she just asked : - Wouldn't it be more proper and respectable if I also had a brassiere on, Mrs Macy? Mrs Macy was unsure and she decided to go back into the lounge and ask Mr Gupta. Susan waited anxiously for her return. She blushed beet root when Mrs Macy returned and told her : - Sorry, Susan! No brassiere for you today! He will let you wear your panties but he wants to see your tits! But I think this item will protect somewhat your modesty and please him in the same time. He may ask you to remove it later but you won't be totally naked in front of him with your husband watching you at the beginning. Then it will be up to you if you want to secure this job for John! It was a smart way to put the pressure on Susan and it certainly helped to maintain her perfectly in line. When Mrs Macy led John's wife back into the lounge, she was wearing the knickers Mrs Macy had given her and above it a lace nightie which just covered her butt and her crotch but was almost completely see through, giving the spectators a perfect view on her proud breasts, her wide dark brown areolas and the taut nipples at their center. The first thing Susan saw was her husband John kneeling on the carpet in front of Mary who seemed to be giving him orders that he was receiving in a very submissive manner. He had a pretty pink silk dress on with a ribbon on his waist and another one in his wig. His dress seemed to be plumped up with full breasts. He looked quite attractive. Mary was adding the last touches to his make up, adding kohl, eye liner and eye shadow in a very sophisticated way to make his eyes looking more elongated and luminous. Mr Gupta was sitting on a comfortable chair watching the proceedings. Mrs Macy whispered in Susan's ear : - Go and stand in front of Mr Gupta, Susan! Susan nervously moved over and presented herself in front of the elderly Indian gentleman. She was terribly ashamed of standing in front of him wearing just little white knickers and this slutty outfit. She thought he looked so nice and respectable. He didn't look lecherous or naughty at all. His face seemed impassive and very commandeering. His olive skin and his white hair made him so distinguished! She could easily understand why he was so respected. He spoke gently to her : - When I was a Janitor in a girls' school in Scotland, they used to tease me but they didn't want to show me their breasts and to let me touch them! Susan blushed. She felt sorry for the old man. The behaviour of these girls was so gross! At their place, she would never have teased him at the beginning and she would have let him watch her at the very minimum : it would have been just fair! Mr Gupta was such a gentleman! He turned to John who was kneeling in his pretty pink dress and asked him bluntly : - Do you mind if I look at your wife without her panties, John? John was embarrassed. He was dressed like a girl and everyone was looking at him wondering how he would react. He thought about his job prospects and succumbed. He replied in a blank tone : - I don't mind if you see Susan, Mr Gupta. We really want to please you! Mr Gupta nodded. John was grateful that the old Indian gentleman seemed pleased. Mr Gupta beckoned Mrs Macy over to him and whispered in her ear. It was obvious that both Mr and Mrs Macy respected Mr Gupta very much and wanted to satisfy him. She replied in a strict tone : - Yes, of course, Mr Gupta. I am sure your little girl will be obedient! She turned to Susan and transmitted her the new orders : - Just stand in front of Mr Gupta. Joan is going to slip your knickers down very slowly, Susan! Joan, Mr Gupta wants to see her pubic hair come into view nice and slowly! Susan did as she was told and Joan followed his instructions to the letter. When his wife's panties were down to her crotch, Mrs Macy held her hand up to stop Joan and asked the Indian man : - Do you like her pussy hair, Mr Gupta? The businessman nodded. Mrs Macy turned back and said in the voice of a school head master : - Take your knickers right off, Susan and open your legs. Mr Gupta wants to see your pussy! As Susan slipped her panties off, she thought about her refined schooling and her quite respectable ****** and ******. She thought about her wonderfully happy wedding day to John. She turned to her husband. He looked away in embarrassment. Susan knew she couldn't do anything about it. She lay back in front of the old man and opened her legs showing him her pussy. The old gentleman still looked so dignified. He beckoned Mrs Macy over to him and whispered to her other instructions. Mrs Macy nodded. - Certainly, Sir! Susan, Mr Gupta wants you to play with your pussy... Susan felt utterly demoralized and could hardly believe what was happening. She repeated vaguely : - What? Play with my pussy!! - Don't be a silly girl! Put your fingers between your legs and play with your cunt! Mrs Macy was using her very commandeering voice. She would certainly not accept any delay in Susan's obedience!! John's wife again did as she was told. It was most embarrassing as her pussy was so wet : her finger just kept slipping up. Mrs Macy noticed it and told her with a stern voice : - Add another finger, Susan! Susan obeyed hastily and slipped another finger into her pussy that was now getting nice, tight and slidy. It felt so lovely that any idea of resisting never materialized. Mr Macy was sitting next to his ******** close to John. - I like very much watching Susan wanking herself, my dear Joan! She is so pretty and lovely, don't you think so, my dear? We must do this more often! John absentmindedly nodded and looked away uncomfortably. They all watched in silence as Susan was gradually increasing her tempo and moaning louder and louder. She was almost on the verge of a fantastic climax when Mr Gupta held his hand up to stop her. She found it so difficult to stop fingering herself. Mr Gupta spoke directly to her : - I am very pleased with you, Mrs Dale and with your husband John. In the past, I have been so often humiliated by people like you, but I can see you both really want to work for me! Susan and John just nodded dumbly. Mr Gupta turned to Mrs Macy - Before we proceed with the final interview, could you find some underclothes for Mrs Dale? I would prefer them black, if possible! Mrs Macy was well prepared and she handed Susan a small black silk petticoat. Susan slipped it on. It partly covered her. Mrs Macy asked : - Do you want her to wear knickers, Mr Gupta? He nodded. It was very quiet as Susan pulled her panties up. Mrs Macy whispered in her ear - He looks pleased with you and John, Susan. He likes to see you smiling. Susan felt relieved. With her underclothes on, she felt more secure. She didn't want to fail at the last hurdle and stood in front of the old Indian man. Without being asked, she parted her legs wide and gave him a brilliant smile. The old man smiled back. Mary led John over to stand beside his wife. He also felt relieved how things went but felt very girly in his dress. Mr Gupta told John that he had decided to hire him and that was just what John had hoped for weeks. He also told John about his salary, which was quite sizable, just slightly lower than what he had earned before. It was better than he had ever expected in these circumstances. He also explained what would be his duties which were very onerous and made him a rather important man in Mr Gupta's empire. Susan felt so pleased and proud of her husband. 
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Mr Gupta did explain that Susan would be the accountant of the supermarket but would stay in charge of the local branch of the accountancy company. She would be personally responsible for the books of her husband. The Indian man told them it would not be necessary for John to become Joan very often, but there would be some occasions if Mrs Macy and her ******** needed it but also when Mr Gupta held private little parties for some Indian friends! On those occasions, he would like John and his wife to attend. He explained that he had never forgotten his roots in India and some of his old friends were still relatively poor. Some of them were still in awe of upper class beautiful English ladies and it would be necessary for their self esteem, to see that well educated English ladies could be taught to do things that were not expected. Susan and John were a little unsure what this meant but they reasoned that it would only happen infrequently. With the prospect of his new job, John didn't want to upset the old man with unnecessary questions. Susan was also nervous but was too apprehensive to ask in public. Mr Gupta added amiably. - That's very good, Mr Dale. Now I think you should put your normal clothes on and return to your apartment. I will want you to start work for me in your new job in one week's time. I've a few other instructions for your wife. It won't take very long, just about one hour! John blubbered his thanks, he went into the bedroom and dressed. Five minutes later, he left the Macy's apartment after being congratulated once more. Susan was still in her nightie with the petticoat and the panties. Mr Gupta told her : - Now we are quiet and things are settled with your husband, perhaps you could take off that nightie : it's quite beautiful but don't you think it may look strange with a petticoat? Susan hastily removed the nightie, exposing her proud tits to the view of Mr Gupta but also of Mr Macy, his wife and ********! Susan somehow managed to be proud enough to query about the unexpected things that English ladies may have to been taught to do. Mr Gupta smiled. - There is no need to go into this with too much detail, Mrs Dale! You'll see soon what I'm thinking to but, as you know, my business group is very deeply associated with the greengrocery trade. Susan nodded, unsure where this was going. Mr Gupta was still so calm and dignified as he continued. - A lot of my friends have also been associated a great deal with vegetables and various fruits all their lives and it is natural that some fetishes have evolved involving items like these from the greengrocery business! Susan gasped : she felt very nervous now. Mr and Mrs Macy were keeping total silence as Mr Gupta explained - I am pretty sure that some of my older friends would like to know how a pretty married English lady could manage a few vegetables! But don't be afraid, my dear, you won't have to perform very often! Susan was totally out of her depth now and weakly asked - Could I ask what vegetables you were thinking of, Mr Gupta" - Of course, Mrs Dale. The main vegetables that jump to my mind would be cucumbers and carrots and things like that. But it could equally apply to fruits like bananas and things with similar shapes... Would you oppose to a vegetarian diet, Mrs Dale? I may still change my ideas about John! Susan felt a little weak but she spoke up quickly : - No, Mr Gupta! I am quite sure I will be able to cope with anything your friends may require, Sir! - It's a wise decision, Susan! Oh, Would you object if I called you Susan, even in front of your husband, sweetie? - Oh, no, Sir! - Good! Then, it is settled now. Come nearer, dear! Mr Gupta negligently pulled down Susan's knickers. She lifted her feet to help him remove them. He threw them away to a corner of the room. - Susan, next time we are alone without the presence of John, I want you to take off your panties as soon as possible! - I'll be a good girl, Sir! - Then straddle me and open your legs to rub your clit on my cock. It's aching for attention! Mr Gupta knew how to deal with Susan : her clit was extremely sensitive as he had discovered to his intense pleasure. He only needed to touch it like a feather and she approached orgasm at once! He just had to give her a bit more insisting caress and boy : she immediately went straight over the top and that was an impressive spectacle by itself : her whole body shook as the tidal waves of her orgasm tore through her body. Afterward, she got insatiable, pleading or begging to be given other caresses, ready to do anything for just another orgasm. Her pussy was permanently dripping wet and it wasn't just an image! Mr Gupta had taken Susan in his arms and kissed her full on the lips, their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. In the same time, Mr Macy could not have waited any longer. He was rubbing her already engorged clit. She was moaning deeply as he brought her to the verge of a mighty climax. - On your back on the carpet, girl. Open wide to receive both our cocks! Susan obeyed instantly, so aroused that she would have done almost anything to be fucked at last! She was so fetching with her legs open wide that Mr Macy couldn't delay any more his satisfaction. Lowering his zipper, he released his hard cock with a sigh of pleasure. He rubbed his knob up and down her wet crack before easing it forward to rub her clit. Susan was getting feverish with anticipation. She was pushing back frantically trying to get his cock into her cunt. Mr Gupta continued to tease her : - Do you want my big cock into your tender pussy, slut? - You perfectly know what I want, Sir! - Then just ask politely to your master! - Would you be so kind as to fuck your little slave Susan, Master? I'm starved with sex. I need your cock so much! Please, Master! - Someday, I may ask for the same confession in front of John! - He would be devastated. He thinks that both of you just use my mouth! - He would be in for a major surprise if he discovered how his wife has transformed into a slut, greedy for cocks, either English or Indian! With one thrust, the Indian man entered her tender pussy to the hilt. Susan lifted her legs and crossed them on his back, her tits were crushed by the large weight of her Master. He held her hips tight and started to hump in and out, varying the pace to keep her on the verge but never allowing her to reach that threshold. He perfectly knew that he would drive her mad. She fought to keep her mouth shut not to scream her pleasure that would have surely been heard by John on the lower floor. He would surely have understood as Susan was always very vocal when she reached her climax. Ten minutes later, Susan was again on her knees in front of uncle Bill with her back to him. He really loved to fuck her doggie style! She automatically pushed her ass back to him, He replied by pushing wildly forward, sliding the full length of his beautiful and so long cock past her slick lips. He was soon deep into her steaming pussy. She felt him banging into her cervix. She began to rock her hips in a circle, sliding her wet pussy back and forth on his stiff shaft. Mr Macy might be much older than her husband John, but he really knew how to service young hot wayward wives. He pulled out completely and immediately after plunged back in. He repeated the move like a jackhammer, gaining depth with each stroke. As he recklessly pumped her pussy with his cock, he grabbed her free pendulous boobs in his hands and mauled them hard. - Ohhh Gowdd, I love when you fuck me so royally! Susan moaned desperately as he skewered her to the hilt. - Mmmmmmm! Yessssss! It's so good! Fuck me deeper! Deeper, I told you, uncle Bill! Mr Macy rammed his rock hard shaft into Susan's cunt like a much younger man. His balls slapped madly against her clit. She screamed once more when his incessant pounding triggered her second orgasm of the evening. He held desperately to her hips as she buckled under him. She came really hard! Her cunt clamped desperately around uncle Bill's cock, trying to milk him of all his seed. His wild thrusts led her to a third pretty delicious orgasm. She was mewling like a she-cat in heat! As her cunt muscles gripped and clinched at Uncle Bill's poker, he continued to thrust deep into her deliquescent cunt. But he was thrown over the edge, and his orgasm erupted in hot jets deep inside Susan's spasming pussy. - Oh, my God... oh, God... Fuck... Fuck me hard, Master. It was the first time she used that name to address him. Somewhere, she relished recognizing his dominance although it had been quite natural with Mr Gupta! Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by just another sudden major climax that rocked her body to its core : - Aaarrgggghh! Oooohhh! God!!! It had been fortunate that Mary had switched on radio. Susan screamed her lungs out as her cunt spasmed down on her lover's hot tumescent rod and milked him thoroughly dry. Her pussy tightened closely around the magnificent weapon that fired load after load of his hot white jizzm deep inside her belly. His orgasm reached its end while she still enjoyed the aftershocks of her own. Susan had never realized that a woman's climax was so much longer than a man's. She should thank nature for that immeasurable advantage! She didn't care being dominated by Mr Macy and Mr Gupta if that was the kind of reward she would get! He slowly pulled out of her cum filled cunt. His shrunk cock was expelled with a loud plop. She found the strength to stand up on wobbly legs. She looked down to her landlord, crouching on the floor with his sperm smeared cock. She realized she had a last duty to perform and he was waiting for just that! She fell on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He had just given her the ride of her life and the least she could do was to clean him with her tongue and mouth. When she had finished, she swallowed it all. She was proud for a well done job! She would have been ready to frolick again with Uncle Bill but he was already snoring, collapsed on the bed. She felt an intense feeling of superiority : women are so much more resilient : no oversize bulging muscles but so much more stamina! Mr Gupta helped her to retrieve her clothes but he forbid her to clean herself. - But, my husband will discover my pussy is filled with sperm! - If that is the case, you'll just tell him it is your pussy juices when you frigged yourself so pleasantly in front of me! Perhaps you could ask him to eat you out! That would be really dirty! Susan left soon after but Mr Gupta's idea was really so arousing that she decided to transform it into reality! John was still forbidden to fuck her but she had had no orders about tongue licking and Mr Gupta's suggestion was akin to a full fledge authorization! In order to give her a very satisfying climax, Susan asked her husband to lick her clit and then to clean her pussy from her love juices. John was so pleased that he accepted with no reluctance although he got personally no relief for himself! Afterwards, they chatted about their new situation. John wondered what Mr Gupta had in store for them but he was so grateful toward his new boss that he didn't question his motives. He told Susan not to worry too much about her other unspecified duties until they arose. 
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J'aurais du commencer cela des le départ . La j'ai plus le gout de le faire alors je serre les dents & les fesses 
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!Susan and John Ch. 04 Both Susan and John Dale found that working for Mr Gupta a very satisfying occupation. John was in total charge of the largest superstore and Susan had been appointed Senior Accountant. Mr Gupta never interfered with their daily working activities and they both regarded him as an ideal boss. He was a fine man. Although there was no serious demand for any special services, Susan found herself involved a few times with the Macys. She liked them and was, in fact, very grateful to the old couple and their ******** Mary. Once Mr Macy was feeling a little under the weather, Mrs Macy had asked her very politely and quite discreetly while John was helping Mary in the kitchen if she would masturbate him. The Dales still owed them quite a lot of money and Susan felt it sensible to comply. Actually, it wasn't a difficult task for her as she had done it several times and she even put the old man's cock in her mouth without being prompted to do it. He had cummed in her mouth and Susan had dutifully swallowed it all before returning with her husband for a cup of tea with Mrs Macy as if nothing unusual had occurred. Susan had really enjoyed it with her unknowing husband just behind the door. Afterwards the two Macy women were very grateful and Mary thanked her - Thank you for having sucked my ****** off, Susan. He will feel a lot better now! It seemed that her blow job had been quite effective as, two days later, he had invited her in his bedroom. She had thought he wanted to face fuck her again and she had agreed to follow him innocently but he had pushed her on her back on his bed and had fucked her there. John was sitting in the next room and she had been ****** to bite her fingers to the ***** to prevent herself from screaming in pleasure but John had not suspected anything! Once a month, Susan and John would drive North to visit their parents. They had a lovely car now even though it was a company car and her parents were very proud of them, Whilst William and Elizabeth Carlisle were pleased with their ********'s achievements they couldn't quite understand why they were working for an Indian gentleman. Elizabeth had always loved repeating her grand******'s stories of many years back when he had worked as a young Government Official in India. He had always said "The men and women of India are the finest servants in the world" He was also of the opinion that they were a beautiful looking race and the most loyal to the British Empire! Susan had told her ****** that Mr Gupta had worked in a very lowly job as School Janitor in a Girls School for young English Women and he had been treated badly. Elizabeth had dismissed such opinions. - The young English Girls of that period were a fine example of gentility and grace. They were true English Roses. They always treated the lower classes properly with great dignity! You must have been misinformed! Susan didn't try to explain the situation. She simply said that now Mr Gupta had a large empire of shops, that he had achieved it by very hard work and that he was a very clever man. Elizabeth smiled condescendingly but didn't raise the subject any more. When they were leaving after the first visit William did tell his ******** - Your ****** and I will be coming South for a short holiday in a few months. We intend to meet this Mr Gupta to check his suitability as an Employer! Both John and Susan shook their heads in disbelief. They could hardly believe such prejudice, but appreciated that this was the way some of the better off English people thought. They would deal with any problems later. When they got back home and were settled in their luxury apartment which was still rent free off the Macys, they had a visit from Mary Macy. Susan made the young girl a nice cup of tea and the three of them had a nice gossip about things and John told Mary how well the job was going and general things. Mary was obviously pleased for them and did say - My ****** and ****** will be so happy you are settling down so well." As she left, she told them : - Oh Susan, Mr Gupta wants to take you to a little meeting tomorrow evening to introduce you to some of his Indian friends. They are quite nice and want to see you so much! Susan nodded and so did John. They were fairly confident now that they had proved their worth. John asked : - What time are we expected, Mary?" Mary looked surprised. - Oh I am sorry, John. I wasn't sufficiently clear. The men are just interested to see Susan. My ****** and I have to take her to Mr Gupta's penthouse on her own" Susan dropped her cup of tea. John looked shocked but as Mr Macy wasn't invited, he couldn't say anything. Mary simply smiled sweetly and left. The next evening, Mr Gupta sent a luxury limousine to collect Susan and the Macy women. As they sat in the rear of the car, Mrs Macy asked Susan - What are you wearing under your blouse Susan? It seemed a ridiculous question but Susan felt weak as she answered - My black brassiere, Mrs Macy" Mrs Macy looked pleased. - The men will be happy with that. I am glad you also wear a short skirt. What about your under things?" Susan muttered - My under things?" Mary interrupted her - Don't be silly, Susan, My ****** wants to know about your panties, Are you wearing knickers?" Susan nodded. Mrs Macy explained - There are only two or three of Mr Gupta's friends and they are a little old fashioned. They expect a nice English Lady to wear nice brassiere and knickers. Whatever you do, Susan, don't disappoint them. Your own job and your husband's depends on it" When they arrived Susan felt nervous as Mrs Macy and Mary led her into the luxury apartment to meet the old men. Mr Gupta was so charming. Normally he was rather quiet but, tonight, he had 3 glasses of wine already poured and handed them out himself. He smiled - Mrs Dale, let me introduce two of my very oldest friends. Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal. They worked with me many years ago when I was a janitor. I still keep in touch with them and regard them very highly" Susan smiled at the two men. They seemed so gentle although a little overawed in her presence. She spoke gently to them - I am so pleased and honored to meet you, Mr Rajeev and you, Mr Gopal. My husband and I work for Mr Gupta and we enjoy it very much. Mr Gopal smiled back - No, No, Mrs Dale. It is our honour to meet such a beautiful English lady in these charming surroundings. Many years ago, we were all janitors in a Girls Academy in India. We met many English ladies and their pretty ********s although we weren't allowed to speak to them unless they spoke first. Susan nodded. The story seemed very similar to the ones her ****** told her about her grand******'s time in India. Mrs Macy laughed : - I expect some of the young girls could be quite rude at times, Mr Gopal! - You are quite right, Mrs Macy, they would tend to tease us with their tight blouses and short skirts! Mary giggled. - Most girls are like that, Mr Rajeev. I expect you did that as well, Susan. Susan nodded weakly. She did notice that Mr Gupta just sitting back smiling. He didn't want to interrupt his old friends who were looking a little excited and flushed. Mary was very daring - Did the girls ever show you their knickers, Mr Rajeev? The old man panted a little and finally replied in a sad tone - Yes they would tease us very much but although they aroused us, we were unable to do anything" - They would stand on tables above us in there short skirts and flash their panties and we had to go back to our basement rooms and satisfy ourselves on our own! Mr Gupta spoke for the first time - Those were the days, Rajeev. Do you remember Kira Chowdhury? I expect you would like to see those girls stand on the table today now that you are rich! - You are so right. It would be quite enjoyable, my dear Gupta! Mrs Macy laughed - I think we can manage that now, Mr Gupta. We have two young women here. They both have short skirts on which could easily be taken for school skirts. They could stand on the table for your friends! Susan started to object but before she could say anything Mary giggled : - Yes that seems a good idea, Mom. Susan, let's stand on the table! As she spoke, Mary climbed onto the table above the men and stood with her legs astride showing her underwear. Mrs Macy laughed at her ********'s naughtiness and asked - Is that how the girls teased you, Mr Rajeev? The old Indian gasped. His breathe was labored and sweat was running from his forehead - Yes, Mrs Macy. I remember the English woman Kira Chowdhury. She married an Indian man!, Do you remember her, Gopal? - Of course. Miss Chowdhury looked really like Mrs Dale! It's amazing! Susan felt terrible. All the men were smiling and so were Mary and her ******. They were all looking at her. She didn't know what to do. Mr Gupta spoke quietly - Mr Gopal and Mr Rajeev are very good friends of mine, Mrs Dale. I would really like you to help them" 
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The inference was obvious. Mrs Macy walked over and took Susan's hand - Come along, Susan. Be a good little girl for these Indian gentlemen! She seemed to assume that Susan would comply. She did. Mary jumped down from the table and with her ****** helped Susan up. Susan climbed onto the table and just stood there with her thighs apart. She knew that Mr Gupta expected her to smile so she tried her best at the same time holding up the bottom of her skirt. Mr Gupta did tell her : - My friends are a little old, can't see very well, Mrs Dale. Do you mind pulling your skirt up higher and squatting so that you will be nearer and they can see better? Susan had no alternative. She squatted on the table in front of them. As he looked, Mr Gopal said a little sadly - Miss Chowdhury wouldn't ever let us touch her! Mr Gupta could see his friends were overcome by their feelings and Susan was in a totally submissive mood. He could push her a little further! He said kindly - I am sure that Mrs Dale will let you touch if you want to, Gopal! Mr Gopal reached forward nervously and poked his finger into Susan's panty gusset. Susan had given up now and realized that it didn't feel uncomfortable. Mary giggled with an impish smile. - Push her knickers up her, Mr Gopal! Mr Gopal pushed with his middle finger and they all saw Susan's panties being pushed up her pussy. Mr Rajeev gasped excitedly - What does it feel like, Gopal? - She is very wet, scandalously wet! He pulled his finger out and raised it to his nose. Then he put his finger under Mr Rajeev s nose. Mr Rajeev spoke in a loud whisper as if he was afraid to say it out loud - She smells like an Indian girl's pussy! - You're right, my friend. I thought she would smell like and English Rose! Mr Gupta was smiling now as he saw his old friends gaining in confidence. Mr Gopal spoke directly to Susan : - Mrs Dale, we like the smell of your pussy! Susan blushed. She could see Mrs Macy smiling and Mary giggling. Mr Rajeev spoke to Mr Gupta - Miss Chowdhury sometimes left her panties off! Mr Gupta nodded but didn't reply. Mrs Macy queried - When she left her knickers off would she still lift her skirt and tease you?" Both Mr Gopal and Mr Rajeev shook their heads : - No she would tease us by telling us she didn't have any panties on but would never lift her skirt and show us! Do you remember, Gupta? - Well you haven't got that problem with Mrs Dale. Mrs Macy, I don't want my friends to be disappointed! Mrs Macy smiled. She knew what Mr Gupta wanted. She asked him just to increase the pressure on Susan. - Do you want us to take Susan's knickers off for your friends! Mr Gupta nodded. Mary held Susan's hand and led her over to her ******. Mrs Macy smiled to Susan and told her - Lift up your skirt, Susan, so that I can get at your panties! Susan just stood there holding her skirt up as the older woman reached up and held her elastic and started to draw the panties down. Mrs Macy smiled at Mr Gopal and Mr Rajeev - You will like our little girl with her knickers down! The two old men gasped and held their pricks through their trousers. When her underwear was down to her knees, Susan was allowed to drop her skirt but was then led over to face the old men. Her skirt was very short but it covered everything. Mr Rajeev was panting a little : - Gopal, she looks like Kira when she used to tease us! Both men were rubbing their cocks through their trousers. Mrs Macy looked at Mr Gupta who nodded to her. She asked mainly for Susan's benefit : - Mr Rajeev, do you want to see Mrs Dale's pussy? - Of course! I would love to see her pussy, at last, if that is possible! - You are friends of Mr Gupta, gentlemen. Anything is possible! She turned to Susan and commanded her : - Lift your skirt up, Susan. They want to see your pussy! Susan knew she couldn't object. She raised her skirt right up to display her cunt. The two Indian gentlemen gasped and looked closely. They were both panting and openly rubbing their cocks. Mary said something to her ****** who then turned to Mr Gopal : - Do you want to see her tits as well? They both nodded and Mary opened Susan's blouse and slipped her brassiere off displaying her ample breasts. She then unzipped Susan's skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her blouse followed soon. Susan was now standing in front of the men without her clothes apart from her panties which were still around her knees. Mrs Macy told her - You might as well take your knickers off, Susan. They can see your tits and your pussy already! Susan nodded and sat on a chair as she slipped her last remaining garment off. She was told to squat in front of them. Mr Gopal seemed lost for words and asked politely - Your tits look very heavy, Mrs Dale, would you like to lift them up for us? Everyone was fascinated as they watched Susan half squatting with her legs open and raising her magnificent breasts. Mr Gupta smiled at his friends excitement : - Did you imagine Kiraa Chowdhury like this, Rajeev? - Yes very often Gupta. I always wanted to have the English Rose! Mr Gupta smiled sympathetically. He understood his friends' thoughts very well. - Well you can have one if you want to! Mr Rajeev panted again. He thought he knew what his friend was offering but he could hardly believe it. He almost held his breath as he asked : - Do you mean, having Mrs Dale? - Yes, I do, my friend. Do you want to fuck her? You may fuck her if you want to! Mr Rajeev looked so grateful - Oh, thank you, Gupta. I really would like to fuck her. I have dreamt about this for so many years. An English Rose. I will give her a sound fucking! The Macys were smiling. Susan was now standing up but her head was bowed, especially when she heard Mr Gopal announcing that he would like to fuck her as well! Mr Gupta smiled at both his friends : - And so you shall, Gopal. You can both fuck her, but only one at a time. You go first, Rajeev! Mrs Macy helped Susan down onto the carpet on her back and asked Mr Rajeev - Is she OK like this, Mr Rajeev? The man knelt between her legs and rubbed the top of his cock into her pubic hair. Mary giggled - You will have to open your legs wider than that, Susan. You can see this gentleman has a huge prick! It's much bigger than your husband's. You are going to enjoy it! Even as Susan parted her thighs more, she felt the old man slide it up her pussy with the help of the abundant lubrication she provided. He stroke a rhythm immediately. She was conscious that the old man regarded her as an English Rose and wanted to show some decorum. She couldn't manage it. In seconds she was groaning with pleasure as the old man pumped away. He seemed to have amazing endurance and made her cum twice before with one last prod of his mighty prick, she felt his sperm shoot up her secret tunnel. She came for the third time. Mr Rajeev rolled off leaving Susan gasping and still panting. She felt ashamed as they were all looking at her with spunk running out of her pussy. Mr Gupta asked his other friend whether he was ready. Mr Gopal had already taken his clothes off. He said something to Mrs Macy before laying on his back on the carpet. Mrs Macy smiled. After wiping Susan down, she helped her onto her feet and then told her : - Kneel astride Mr Gopal, Susan. But be careful as you lower yourself down! This was very new to Susan and she clumsily dropped her pussy down onto the old man's stiff cock. Mr Gupta clarified things for her : - Go gently at first, Mrs Dale. Then gather a little speed and fuck yourself on my friend's prick! As Susan lowered and then raised herself, sliding up and down on the old man's prick, Susan realized how much of a slut she had become. She blushed as she wondered what her ****** and ****** would say if they saw her subjecting herself to the desires of three old Indian men! She felt herself cumming as she heard the Mr Gopal whispering his gratitude - Thank you so much, Mrs Dale. Would you mind lowering your tits into my mouth so that I can suck them! Susan automatically did as she was asked. She squeezed the cock inside her and sped up her moves up and down his very stiff shaft. When Mr Gopal spunked up her pussy, she gradually slowed down and when all movement had stopped, Mrs Macy helped her dismount. Mr Gupta nodded to Mrs Macy and Mary - Please, take Mrs Dale to the bathroom to bathe and dress her and bring her back! The Macys did as they were bidden, staying with Susan and cleaning her as if she was a baby. When Susan returned, the old men had also sorted themselves out and were talking about the current political situation. Mr Gupta waved the girls in and gave them a glass of wine. They all talked quite casually about the shops and how well Mr and Mrs Dale had settled down. Susan listened demurely. As the evening drew to a close, Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal were talking quietly but seemed to be puzzled. Mr Rajeev turned to Mr Gupta : - We are a little puzzled, Gupta. You are our esteemed friend and we know that Mrs Dale is a very important employee of your!" Mr Gupta smiled and nodded as his friend continued - She really is a mature English Rose and we are grateful that you have allowed us to ravish her as we wish! - You are my best friends and I cherish our days back in India when we were janitors. I wanted you o enjoy yourselves with Mrs Dale! - You allowed us to have her, but you didn't fuck her yourself! We fully expected you to take her before we finished and we are worried that you have missed enjoying her!" Mr Gupta laughed pleasantly. Even Susan could sense that he thought his friends' concerns were really charming. The Macys were also intrigued as to how Mr Gupta would respond. Mr Gupta smiled and thanked his friends : - You must understand, my dear friends, that Mrs Dale is a very valued and respected Senior Accountant in my organization. She has full authority with her husband John to make very important decisions and attend meetings to represent me" - Yes, We appreciate how important she is, Gupta, but you did allow us to fuck her and, yet, you didn't fuck her yourself! - But you are missing the point, my dear friends! This was your evening, I am at work most days and Mrs Dale will be somewhere on the premises half of the time. If I need her, I can send for her at any time! Susan blushed. She had guessed that Mr Gupta was going to tell his friends. Mrs Macy and Mary kept absolute silence as Mr Gupta continued. He kept it simple - If I require a fuck, I simply send for Mrs Dale. Even if she is busy, she will always make other arrangements and attend my office! 
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- Do you strip her, there?" - It depends on how much time I have. If I am not very busy, I send her into an adjacent room where there is a bed. She takes her outer clothes off and when she is down to her panties, she calls for me. She knows I like watching her take her knickers off. She then lies on the bed with her legs open and I fuck her at will - What do you do if you don't have much time. Do you undress her then? Mr Gupta smiled at hid friends curiosity - No, I let her keep all her clothes on. She simply stands in front of my desk and pulls her skirt up over her waist. I kneel down in front of her and pull her knickers down to her knees. When her panties are down to the floor, she lies back onto my desk with her thighs parted so that I can fuck her! Susan felt desperately embarrassed as the chatting continued. - Does her husband know that you fuck her a lot at work. Does he know that he is a cuckold?" Mr Gupta frowned as he thought about the question - I am not sure. I think he knows that I have fucked his wife but he may think I just obtained a blow job to prove her willingness to cooperate. I am unsure how much he knows otherwise!" He turned to Susan : - Do you think that your husband knows, Mrs Dale?" Susan shook her head : - No, Mr Gupta, he doesn't!" Mr Gupta smiled again as he could see that his friends were having difficulty in taking it all in. - To put it simply, my dear friends, although Mrs Dale is a very respected lady in my organization, she is also my fuck toy, That's right, isn't it, Mrs Dale?" Susan was caught. She had found it humiliating to listen to the casual chatting but now she was involved directly. She had no alternative. She had to recognize it : - Yes Mr Gupts I am your own Fuck Toy! - Does your husband know you are a Fuck Toy, Mrs Dale. Defeated, Susan just shook her head. Mrs Macy interrupted - You have to understand, Mr Gopal, that besides Susan being Mr Gupta's Fuck Toy, her husband is a pretty little Girly Boy! Susan knew this but had chosen to ignore it. She wished the ground would open her up and make her disappear. Mary wanted to join in at that moment and explained - We put her husband in a pretty pink frilly dress and other girly clothes! - Girly clothes? - Yes, Mr Gopal : little girl's knickers. He becomes our pretty Joan and sometimes we make him wear his wife's panties, they are about the same size. We love to make him wear a school girl's uniform. We have taught him to apply make up on his face, complete with lipstick, eye liner and eye shadow and paint his nails and toes. You could invite him to a restaurant and he wouldn't make a revealing mistake. He is a very cute girl, indeed! He may even change his voice! My ****** and I also do many things to him. Mr Gupta looked at his watch. He explained to his friends that he had some very important meetings in the morning and they understood immediately. He turned to Mrs Macy - I think it's time for you to take Mrs Dale back to her husband, It is quite late and he will probably be worried about her! 
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After the meeting with Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal at Mr Gupta's apartment, Susan's life settled down very well. She had felt it sensible not to tell her husband John of the events that had happened. She had felt deeply embarrassed but there was an exciting naughtiness about it all. Imagining that her husband was next door while she was fucked by several men was quite arousing! She understood now the women cheating on their husbands in plays at the Theatre... In her position as Senior Accountant, she was often summoned to Mr Gupta's office for various business meetings. He had installed his headquarters in John's supermarket and he often took an important part in the direction of the group. Susan did have an important role and Mr Gupta was obviously pleased with her performance. He had even told her husband John, that Susan was doing well and was considering her for even further promotion. Both Susan and John were elated as they felt that their education and hard work were at last paying off. They dearly wanted success for their own sakes and also to meet the aspirations of their parents. Mostly, Susan's meetings in Mr Gupta's office were with several other senior staff and, afterwards, she would return quietly to her own office to carry on with her normal duties. On a few occasions, Mr Gupta would simply dismiss the other members of staff and ask Susan to stay for further discussions. No one found it quite strange at all. Over the months, Susan began to understand that she would always be fucked on these occasions. She decided not to tell her husband as she found these visits quite pleasurable. It appeared that Mr Gupta liked to try different positions and part of her enjoyment was of not knowing which one. She had tasted at the beginning of their relations, one of Mr Gupta's golden relaxing tablets and continued to take one, from time to time. It wasn't really a **** but something like a glass of sherry just after a long day of work. She found that she had, afterward, an overwhelming desire to please Mr Gupta and it made her feel gorgeous. She could have asked for a pack of those pills to take one when she was alone with John but she didn't feel its necessity : with Mr Gupta, their meetings were for pleasure but, with John, it was now just her marital duty, especially now as their sexual relations were down, virtually to zero!! Mr Gupta always seemed to surprise her. He rarely expected her to be totally undressed. Mostly, he would simply tell her to sit on the desk and open her legs. He didn't have to tell her anything else as she knew she was expected to pull her skirt right up. He would then ease her panty gusset to one side and fuck her. It was always nice but even better when she had had a golden tablet. Susan was getting more confident now and would politely ask her boss: -Mr Gupta, would you mind if I had one of your tablets? He was a kind man and he never refused her. On other occasions if he was busy, he would just stand near her chair. He was so close that she knew what he wanted. She would undo his trousers and pull his cock out. Usually the tablets were left conveniently on the desk and it was accepted she could take one without asking. She often did. Once she had his cock out, she would wank him in her hand a few times and was always surprised how big he always became. With the tablet and all her own feelings, she felt exquisite, beautiful, rather slutty and terribly horny. She knew he expected respect from her. She should always remember her place and ask him politely : -Would you mind if I sucked your big cock, Mr Gupta? He always smiled and nodded. They understood each other perfectly now. She was becoming fully trained. On other occasions, he didn't want too much participation and, by a few short words and signs, she understood perfectly what her Master required. In particular, it was the case when he had summoned John for some reason and he was waiting in the next room while she was fucked in Mr Gupta's office. The walls and the door were so thin that he could have heard any revealing conversation, moans or noises. Susan, on these occasions, was taking from her purse some old fashioned cotton knickers and pushed them in her mouth. When she had gagged herself conveniently, he just fucked her mercilessly on his desk, banging her as hard as he could. On the last occasions, he had found it funny to use her mouth as starters : she hadn't been able to use her knickers and she had to control herself closely not to emit any noises that John would have found out. It had been such a nightmare but it had been tremendously arousing! She had cummed like never in her life! Mr Gupta also liked to watch her play with herself. She would take a tablet and then start by sitting in front of him with her skirt up and legs open and fondle herself through her panties. He had told her that he wanted her to forget he was watching her and do it as she normally did on her own. She had never done anything like that but she had rapidly become addicted to it! She now felt quite relaxed and she even started to buy naughty magazines in a nearby newspaper shop. She now brought them regularly home and kept a pile of them in her office. Susan could get herself quite wet doing this and had to time it so that when Mr Gupta was ready, she would slip her panties down to her knees to use her finger more effectively. Mr Gupta would look at her quite closely as she was reaching the edge of a climax and she knew that he liked to see her finger right up herself just as she came. She couldn't stop herself giving then a little gasp as she came. He always required to be given her dirty panties after she had masturbated in them and had wiped her pussy clean of her love juices with them. He wanted her to balance her knickers on her shoe and stretch her leg out to make her offering to him. She always had spare underwear in his office if he allowed her to put it on back. Sometimes, he denied her that possibility and she had to return home with no knickers on, terrified her husband, sometimes on the driver's seat next to her, would discover it! Mary Macy enjoyed to tease her about it and she decided one day that, in such occasions, Susan shouldn't sit on her skirt in the car but arrange it around her butt and sit directly on the leather of the car seat. Her pussy was often filled up with Mr Gupta's seed or her own love juices. The upholstery of her seat was then unavoidably soiled by the fluids oozing out of her pussy! Afterwards, Susan had to spend up to two hours cleaning her seat but, fortunately, John never noticed anything! It was fortunate that he abode strictly to Mr Macy's instructions not to have sexual relations with his wife. Mr Gupta had just allowed him to lick her pussy. He had developed a very clever tongue! Mrs Macy and her ******** were quite interested by his ability in this direction : they often took John to their bedroom, made him kneel to their feet and lifted their skirts to show off their knickers. They made him lick them through their undies before pulling them down and pushing their crotch against his lips... He expertly formed his tongue into a cone and drilled it into their pussies for their deep enjoyment. Afterwards, they fucked him most of the time. As they were training him to be a perfect submissive, he was never allowed to fuck them as he wanted. In particular, missionary position was strictly forbidden to him and he wasn't allowed to mount Mary or her ******. It was them who straddled him, taking his erect cock up their pussies. It was so exciting to be always in the dominant position for Mary and Mrs Macy! Even John finally enjoyed it, too! His feminization was progressing nicely : he was on his fifth laser depilation session in a beauty parlor in London. His beard was now mostly a souvenir, now reduced to a few disseminated hairs and the back growth was each time sparser! They had also organized a liposuction at the level of his waist. The grease had been reinjected on his chin, around his nose and on his hips. His face was now rounder, more feminine looking and his hips were more flaring. The change wasn't that important when he wore men's outfits but it was quite conspicuous when Mrs Macy transformed him into Joan. The tightest dresses or skirts now fitted perfectly to the slim frame of Joan, showing off her tight waist, her luscious hips and her long legs. Recently, Mrs Macy had asked John to drive her to her hair dresser as Mary was unavailable. She had accompanied Susan to one of her meetings with Mr Gupta's close friends. Without any prompting, John had dressed up like a girl, complete with a skirt, a blouse and medium height heels and a little make up. The hair dresser had complimented Mrs Macy. She had pretended Joan was her niece... -With your ******** Mary and Joan, you must have handsome young men queuing in front of your house! Recently, Mrs Macy had indulged into another occasion of doll playing with Joan in presence of her husband and Susan. She had produced out of a box a brand new outfit for Joan. She had opened the box with a great fuss, spreading out some fine papers to show off a complete set of girly underwear with black lacy push up bra and a string panty clearly meant to be worn by a man! There was just a string around the waist and another one running along the crack of the ass. The strings were so thin that they disappeared completely between the buttocks. The front was made in a tight leather and completely hid his cock and his balls. Joan had grimaced : the knickers must be rather painful to wear but the illusion was almost perfect : Joan looked at cursory inspection just a sexy girl. There were also matching suspenders and stockings. John had already disappeared to let the place to Joan. Mary explained to her that the string should be put over the suspenders in order to allow an easy access to toilets without taking off the suspenders. Joan had to recognize it was quite logical. Her false boobs just fitted nicely in her bra. They really bothered Mrs Macy and she would have to find a way to hide them. Then Mrs Macy searched in her cupboard to come back with a scandalously short schoolgirl's uniform with a tartan pleated skirt that barely covered Joan's sexy knickers, a flimsy white blouse through which you could make out the push up bra and impossibly high stilettos. The skirt was so short that Joan could see the lacy top of Joan's stockings. The whole outfit was the ultimate shame for John but Joan had rapidly gotten used to wear such revealing outfits. She had managed to get the knack of it, learning to walk, giggle and behave just like a girl. Mary Macy had taken her to a dance hall and Joan had received plenty of invitations by many suitors some of them rather young up to men older than Mr Gupta that would have loved to spend a few hours with a girl as sexy as Joan. Mary had to act the chaperone to Joan! Mary had taught her to dance, not like a man but like a woman! During their first rehearsals, she had taken Joan in her arms and danced a few rock numbers, salsas and tangos with her pupil, playing the role of the male dancer until Joan knew the paces by heart. Mary had also led Joan into a few waltzes and several very close slow dances! She had felt satisfied by the long lessons she had given to Joan : she really knew her part now and since then, Joan had spent most of her Saturday evenings in dance halls while Susan stayed home with Mr Macy and Mr Gupta! Of course, the most difficult part of the transformation of John was always to apply the full make up on Joan's face. They painted her nails and toes first. It was always a good training for Joan to have to tighten her stockings in front of other people as soon as the varnish had dried up! The final steps of the make up were the lipstick, a bright red with a carmine liner and a very bright gloss. Mary had chosen the lipstick to match exactly the color of her nails! The men would just see Joan's lips and die to kiss those luscious lips! Joan now applied expertly on her eyes the eye shadow Mary had chosen for her and the kohl around her eyes. Mary was quite proud of her pupil. She applied the false eye lashes herself as the final touch... At the end, anybody would have sworn Joan was a girl and a very pretty one! They took pictures of her on Mr Macy's lap, and, of course, of Joan lifting up the hem of her dress to show her knickers or her butt to the camera. Joan looked rather slutty and it was the objective of these pictures! The straps of her black suspenders made a fine contrast with her clear skin. When Mary was satisfied, she made Joan kneel In front of her ******. Mrs Macy had lifted her skirt to expose her undies and pulled down her knickers. She made him bend down until his lips entered in contact with Mrs Macy's pussy. Joan had dutifully started to lick and suck her clit. Mary, unbeknownst to him had put on a strap on dildo. She applied KY jelly profusely to it and she placed herself behind Joan, waiting for the proper moment. At one time, Joan bent down to explore deeper Mrs Macy's pussy. Joan arched her back then in a very alluring position. Mary told him to freeze and he obeyed immediately, accustomed to accept any whimsy from the young woman. She pushed aside the string running between Joan's ass cheeks. Mary pushed her well greased finger into Joan's anal opening. Joan wiggled her bottom to show her ********** to her mistress. Joan was somewhat disappointed when Mary pulled out completely her finger! When Joan felt a contact on her rosette, she thought that Mary had changed her mind but the pressure on her anus was swiftly rising. Mrs Macy had grabbed Joan's hair in her hands, prohibiting any attempt of escape! The dildo wasn't very big, just two inches in diameter. It went in rather smoothly without difficulty, accompanied by a scream of despair and ultimate defeat from Joan : She was buggered to the hilt for the first time! The *********** was terrible but Mary didn't care at all! She started to fuck Joan faster and faster! 
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Mary was simultaneously playing with Joan's false boobs, just as if they were real, caressing his chest and pressing on his balls and his cock under the leather constraint. It finally erupted, giving Joan her first ever climax when used like a girl... Mary cuddled gently Joan afterwards. She was weeping! -Don't weep, dear! You have now a very pretty body and girls would **** to enjoy you. Guys, too, but they would immediately discover you aren't really a girl! -My... What could I say to Susan? I suspected she would end up being fucked by your ****** or by Mr Gupta and it's me finally who got a big cock up my ass! Mary couldn't miss the opportunity to humiliate Joan a bit more : -A big cock? You must be joking! Mr Gupta might be twice bigger! I intend to ream you to the same diameter! About Susan, why not tell her everything? You aren't allowed to fuck her but I have no instructions about her fucking you! With my strap on dildo, she could give you a nice time! Mary left the subject until it made its way into Joan's mind. She proposed her ****** to switch places : Mary would be licked by Joan while her ****** would bugger their fuck toy! This time, Joan didn't need any stimulation to cum : his training was progressing actively! One week later, as Mary had proposed it, it was Susan's turn to bugger her husband in front of the whole Macy family... Being buggered in front of a man was another step in Joan's *********** but she didn't care : she now loved to be buggered at any time by any girl. Mary had offered Susan a dildo and she used it regularly on her more and more submissive husband! Everything in Susan and John's life seemed to be falling beautifully into place. They were wonderfully successful at their jobs. The money they owed to Mr Macy was slowly diminishing and they felt so happy with it! Both of them had now a very active sex life... Then one Saturday evening, as they were watching television, they had some visitors they had feared for months : Susan's parents! William and Elizabeth Carlisle were certainly very loving parents but they were also very possessive and wanted to know everything about Susan and John's lives. Susan had already explained to her ****** that they worked for a wonderful Indian gentleman named Mr Gupta. She had also explained that he was a very important man and all his contacts of all races including important English businessmen admired him very much. Elizabeth listened and nodded her head but Susan could see her ****** didn't really understand. Susan felt very worried. She was afraid her ****** would despise the lowly origin of Mr Gupta or his friends and regard him with her haughty customary attitude toward servants. She could spoil everything she and John had worked so hard for! Susan had explained the problem to Mr Gupta, but, it just amused him. He did allow her and her husband the full freedom of all his businesses to show Susan's parents around in his different shops. Slowly, Mr and Mrs Carlisle came to realize how important Mr Gupta was. When John took his ****** in law to meet Mr Gupta in his magnificent office, it was so obvious that everyone showed him much respect. Elizabeth Carlisle became instantly and totally in love by this charming Indian gentleman. Mr Gupta also started to like the cute Elizabeth and put his arm around her shoulder several times as he showed her various innovations he had introduced over the years. Sometimes his hand would be very close to Elizabeth's breast. She never objected. Mr Gupta continued to get more and more intimate with her in the next days. He took Elizabeth by the waist quite naturally and left his hand there. Susan even saw him ushering her into one of his offices with his hand on her bottom. Elizabeth was turned toward Mr Gupta with a beaming smile! Susan could see her parents' attitude toward Mr Gupta change dramatically in front of her own eyes. She was relieved that they now admired him as much as John and herself did! It was almost as if they were falling under his spell. Mr Gupta invited Susan and John and her parents to Mr Macy's flat for their usual little social gatherings on a few occasions. Nothing naughty happened then but they were very sociable and although a few suggestive or definitively lewd remarks were made, Mrs Carlisle didn't object. In fact, she laughed quite a lot each time. She didn't even object when Susan sat astride Mr Macy's knee and he rocked her a little. Mr Macy joked with Mrs Carlisle -Your ******** loves me to give her a ride on my pony! Elizabeth laughed even more when Mr Macy added : - I will be giving her a good gallop before long! When they went to the gatherings, both Susan and John were so stressed that they always asked for a golden tablet as it relaxed them so much. They always enjoyed themselves as they liked having some wine but with a tablet as well, they both felt wonderful and quite happy. On their third gathering, Mrs Macy suggested to Susan that perhaps her ****** and ****** would like to have a tablet each, too. Susan thought it was a wonderful idea and offered her parents some wine and a tablet herself. Her ****** was a little doubtful but with a little coaxing from Susan, both she and William took one with a glass of wine. Elizabeth's doubts were instantly allayed and she and William felt suddenly absolutely fabulous. Susan felt so nice herself and with her ****** giggling happily on her seat, everything was perfect. Elizabeth didn't seem to object either when her skirt rode up a little as she sat opposite to Mr Macy and she parted her thighs a little as he complimented her for wearing black stockings and suspenders. Susan could see her ****** looked very jolly sitting next to young Mary Macy. The girl was giggling too, and Susan realized she was teasing him by squeezing his cock through his trousers in full view. Neither Elizabeth nor her husband seemed to find anything questionable there. Susan knew that the tablets were not a real **** as there was no addiction at all, it just completely lifted inhibitions and the user just thought anything to be quite normal and continued to do so for a long time! He or she remembered anything and could discuss freely about it! Susan could plainly see that her ****** was giggling a little and but she was surprised when she asked for another tablet. Mrs Macy said 
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-Susan, give your ****** a little golden tablet! Susan nodded. It certainly made life easier for her if her ****** was kept happy. By now, Mr Macy was feeling inside Elizabeth's blouse without any objection. In another minute, her breasts were out of her blouse and Mr Macy pushed up her bra without any resistance. He complimented her on having such nice juicy melons. Elizabeth laughed again and cupped them in her hands to present them to Mr Macy, telling him he was a flatterer! Even Susan was amazed at the speed with which Mr Macy operated. Even as she watched, Mr Macy had undressed himself, had her ******'s panties off, had bunched up her skirt around her waist and was openly fondling her crotch. Her husband was just watching the events with a quiet smile. He didn't seem to mind and even appeared to approve it! What astonished Susan the most was that her ****** was holding Mr Macy's cock in her hand and, without any encouragement, was stroking it. As the effect of the pill on Susan was slowly decreasing, Susan was puzzled by the events. She was exhilarated at her ******'s transformation, and could also see her ****** was now being wanked by Mary Macy and clearly enjoying it. Susan was just still worried about how far her ****** was going. Mrs Macy smiled at her. She knew the young married woman was concerned by her ******. She told her : - Don't worry, Susan, my husband is not going to fuck your ******! Susan breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs Macy explained : - Mr Gupta had left very strict instructions! It had become clear over the months that no one did anything without first having received Mr Gupta's approval. Susan waited patiently as Mrs Macy spoke again. - Mr Gupta has told us that we can enjoy your ****** and ****** to a certain extent but, in no circumstances, is she to be fucked! Susan nodded. She sensed there was more to come. There was. Mrs Macy continued, - Mr Gupta intends to be the first one to fuck your ****** and then Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal! Susan gasped : - The three of them? Mrs Macy nodded with an impish smile. -Yes. Your ****** obviously respects Mr Gupta very much and she also likes the wine and the tablets! Susan had to agree. Mrs Macy finalized her explanation : - Mr Gupta wants your ****** fully satisfied. After Mr Gupta and his friends are finished with her, she will feel really well fucked! There was no more for Susan to say but she did manage : - What about my ****** and my husband John? Mrs Macy had all the answers. - Mr Gupta will allow your ****** to attend his wife's fucking. He will also let him have wine and tablets but hasn't said what will happen to him! Susan asked timidly : -And what about my own husband, Mrs Macy? - You know that your husband likes to be Pretty Little Joan! Susan nodded weakly and listened : - Well, it has been decided that Joan will be made into an exceptionally pretty little girlie. And she will be our darling! Elizabeth and her husband had been there for a week now although they had announced they had come just for an extended week end but neither Susan nor John complained. Following Mr Gupta's decision, John had to be permanently replaced by Joan. It was quite easy in the supermarket : John was reported ill with the swine flu and the interim was given officially to Joan. It was a bit strange that the pretty girl could so easily mould herself in John's habits. The general assumption was that Joan was much more friendly, open and caring than John. Mr Gupta noticed a reduction in the absentee rate and he started to think about making the change permanent! For some reason, even Susan felt more at ease when Joan drove her home. She didn't feel threatened when Mr Gupta sent her home pantyless. The presence of Elizabeth seemed to arouse even her boss. Now Susan was summoned every day to his office and often twice in the same day. For the first time since she was working for him, Mr Gupta invited her to a restaurant... Her boss had chosen an expensive place, The three kings' manor with one of the best table of the region. There was no large restaurant room there, just small rooms with lush furniture and several settees against the walls. It was typically a place where a boss would invite his secretary and fuck her on one of the settees. The walls were thick and the windows were orientated toward a large pond with water lilies, dragonflies and a few ducks. Even if Susan screamed aloud, nobody would notice! Susan let Mr Gupta enter the dining room first, like a well educated submissive. She followed him closely to be at his disposal immediately. She was surprised to discover that two gentle men she knew now perfectly were waiting for their arrival : Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal. She knew instantly that her pussy and her mouth would be intensively used during that lunch! The two Indian men stood up to greet Mr Gupta and Susan. She was really perfectly trained as she advanced toward them, filling her lungs with air and pushing her tits forward to give them a better view on her breasts. She walked on tiptoes to give a more swaying appearance to her rocking hips. Even her bright smile seemed a direct wanton appeal : she could have had the words "FUCK ME" stencilled on her forehead. Susan arrived in front of Mr Rajeev. She placed her arms around his neck while he encircled her waist with his large hands. She lifted her head toward him, offering him her mouth with her lips already parted. He took immediately possession of it, sending his tongue deep inside. Susan felt soon dizzy from the lack of air but she waited obediently until Rajeev released her from their kiss. A submissive like her wasn't allowed to take any liberties. She turned toward Mr Gopal, offering him her mouth as she had just done but he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Susan was still in the same submissive, almost slavish mood. She knelt down in front of the second Indian man. Susan was watching straight forward, not lifting an eye to watch mr Gopal's face. She didn't need it : she had his tumescent cock just in front of her eyes, its tip just a few inches from her mouth. She made it into a perfect O. She bent forward and let this magnificent cock enter her mouth in a single slow but endless shove. She remembered the first time Mr Macy had used her mouth in front of her husband : she had gagged helplessly and had been terribly afraid that John had found it all! Now her throat was fully tamed, perfectly able to accommodate the biggest and the longest cock of the men who visited her mouth! Mr Gopal wanted a complete blow job : Susan continued to suck him until he exploded in her mouth, filling it with what felt like gallons of his cum... She pressed her lips around his cock, taking great care to milk him completely. When the last wads of his cum ceased to hit her tonsils only, she began to swallow it all! She was purring like a she cat in heat, proud to have received so elegantly all the cum of one of her masters without spilling a drop! Mr Gupta contemplated her with pride : Susan was by far the most perfectly tamed slut in his power! With Elizabeth and a few other wenches, he could soon compare his situation with the prince Kyrhan in India, his model! He had a little gift for Susan He handed it to her. His gifts were precious to Susan's heart. She immediately opened the box, thanking him profusely. There was a long chain with a pendant that would hide just between her glorious breasts. Susan giggled when she realized what the pendant was! A year before, she would have blushed horribly : it was in the shape of a swollen cock with the balls under it! It was really magnificent. She removed the collar she was wearing, a gift of John for their first wedding anniversary, dumped it quite neglegently into her bag and arranged the new one around her neck. She thanked her master for that precious gift! She offered him her lips and he immediately covered her mouth with his! Mr Gupta nodded affectionately and told Susan it was time to start the lunch. The three men took their seats while she dutifully remained standing. When she decided to sit down, between Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal in front of her boss, Mr Gupta asked her to strip naked for their pleasure. She was appalled : certainly waiters would come in quite soon and see her naked! Mr Gupta saw her slight hesitation : -Don't worry, pet : none of the waiters ever visit your supermarket! You'll be safe! She was looking good enough to eat. Mr Gupta told her to get in the center of the room. The walls were completely covered with mirrors and the three men could watch her front and back. That suited perfectly Susan : she could see what she was doing but also what was being done to her and with her! Susan was wearing as usual an embroidered saree in the light blue hues. She peeled off her choli under which she didn't wear a bra and she let her glorious tits free with the pendant dangling proudly between them. They bounced briefly, celebrating their sudden freedom, and then stood perfectly still, a tribute to their firmness but also a treat for the men's eyes and soon for their hands and mouth. The three men quickly freed off their cocks out of their clothing while Susan let her saree fall to the floor before kicking out of her petticoat and g-string. In a single movement, Mr Gopal and Rajeev joined her on a settee. Each of them took one firm, perfect tit in his hand and began to gently lick it. Susan was legitimately proud of her glorious breasts. The two men started caressing her nipples with their tongues and massaging the rest of her breasts with their hands. She was so excited that her love juices dripped along her thighs, copiously, but she was quite aware that she wasn't able to reach even a minor climax that way. Mr Rajeev squatted on his heels, slid his tongue into Susan's love hole and began lapping at her fresh juices, enjoying their delicious taste. She began to slowly hump her pussy against his face. He moved his tongue to her clit and she arched her back with a fervent scream. Her hissing turned to snorting and her legs clamped around his head; her body tensed and her ass was lifted off the bed, grinding her pussy into his face. Mr Gupta, just behind her, scooped with his fingers the thick dew that oozed from her pussy and coated his cock with it. He moved to spoon behind Susan. With the rich cream he had put on his cock, he had no difficulty entering her sensitive ass. She was soon thrusting her ass back to meet each stroke of his cock. He had at that moment no more than two inches of his cock impaling her. Mr Gopal entered then into the fun, pushing his cock in a quite decided way into her love tunnel. She had never been double teamed in that way. Each time Gopal pushed into her pussy, she was impaled deeper on the cock ravaging her back passage. She was whinnying desperately but she made no movement to resist them... Susan was delighted that Mr Gupta had taken the anal cherry of his "English Rose". Now she felt totally owned by him, that she belonged to him in any conceivable way. For her, the transfer of ownership from John had taken place at the moment he had entered her ass hole. She felt happy like a bride on her wedding day! Susan was soon back to reality! She screamed aloud when both cocks skewered her completely : they were now embedded in both of her holes to the hilt. Her mind was reeling helplessly under the stress. She had never imagined that John's criminal acts would lead her to such wicked moments. Her ordeal wasn't finished, nonetheless, as she felt a hand turning her head to the side : it was Mr Rajeev, his feet on a low stool who guided his cock into her mouth. On the first time Mr Gupta had offered Susan to his two old friends, he had been so chivalrous and Susan had loved him for it, He had declined to take his turn fucking Susan but, this time, she wouldn't have understood if he hadn't entered in her first ever triple penetration. Susan felt now a complete woman and trusted Mr Gupta to lead her further on the road of carnal pleasure. Susan was quite unable to protest with a big cock deep into her mouth. She was prisoner of a whirlwind of sensations, one of them a mounting pride of being able to service three very handsome and well endowed stallions together. She was nothing but a simple girl, a female and these three men had total leeway with her. She never even imagined to rebel. Now that she had seen her husband being buggered by Mary Macy and had buggered him herself, she was ready for anything even being fucked in front of her husband or offered to her own ******! The waiter found the three men quietly sitting at their places with a woman, embarrassed and humiliated but smiling happily in the middle of the room, with cum oozing from both her holes and a big wad of cum on her nose and her eyes. He made no comments but withdrew hastily to let the three guys enjoy that superb woman. He phoned to the cook, proposing him to come and watch the scene through one of the spy-holes. Maybe these clients would offer this pretty girl to the staff as a tip like the group two weeks before! 
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Susan sat looking at the television. She was not really following the program. Her life and her husband's had been totally turned upside down in the recent days. Only a year earlier, she had been the ideal English housewife with a brilliant career and a caring typically English husband who was so hard working and devoted. She appreciated that she was much more alive and alert now, more so than she had ever been in her life. John had also undergone a tremendous transformation and he had just returned from a clinic. Although they had never discussed their present predicament, the change was now so evident that everybody in town must have realized it. They had been accustomed to meet more and more frequently the pretty little Joan, the feminized version of her husband John. Mrs Macy had told Susan that John needed a check up in the clinic and that he would stay in London just two or three days. Her landlord had accompanied John there as Susan had to remain in charge of the Supermarket. She had returned with him, just two hours before and Susan was still flabbergasted! Susan had had problems recognizing her husband : he now knew perfectly how to put on make up, how to dress like a girl with skirt and blouse and even high heels but she hadn't been prepared to discover a buxom girl with 38DD boobs wearing the most slutty school girl uniform Susan had ever seen. The skirt barely covered her ass and her black knickers could be seen whenever Joan made a step forward but the worst was the blouse : it was unbuttoned down to the middle of her tits that were now bigger than Susan's. The cleavage was staggering and Joan seemed not to have any need of a bra! Even the nipples were protruding through the fabric of her blouse and focused the attention of any males around! Susan's husband had definitively disappeared to be replaced by someone who looked like his sister. Susan couldn't reconcile with the new appearance of her husband! Mrs Macy had complimented Joan on her glorious boobs that would change many things for her in the future! Change many things, indeed! When Mary Macy would go to the dance Hall with Joan as she did now twice a week, she would have to compete seriously with Joan to find a partner! That didn't seem to really bother her or her ******! - Susan! I think that Joan will need a brand new wardrobe, new shorter skirts, new body hugging dresses, bustier tops, baby dolls and such things to show off her glorious tits. She will need also see through nighties and other sexy garments. It will be your personal duty to help her develop her feminine skills! You have just a week for that as Mr Gupta wants Joan to come with you at his next meeting with Mr Gopal and Mr Rajeev! Susan and her husband both found tremendous satisfaction in their very important jobs and in fact had found it easier not to think too much about the details of all the changes. Susan was now quite often fucked in every conceivable ways by the three men. If Mr Gupta wanted Joan to attend the next meeting, it was certainly to reveal everything to Susan's husband. She felt like a mouse caught in a trap : she had no way out! She was on the verge of crying out but she managed to smile to her husband telling him it would be fun to share dance partners at the next opportunity! Susan did a good job at showing Joan all the places to know when you are a girl, from the beauty parlor to the trendy shops, including the spa and the swimming pool. Of course, Joan had to pretend being too shy to shed off her knickers that perfectly hid his cock and balls. Susan didn't even consider it strange when she and Mrs Macy went out on the next Saturday afternoon to buy a pretty little doll and a stuffed teddy bear for Joan. When they took it home, Joan felt quite excited. Mrs Macy had to reprimand her : - Don't be a silly little girl, Joan, or you will have to be put to bed early! So after Joan's complete feminization, Mrs Macy intended to proceed to her reduction to a little girl's status! In work at least, Joan put more adult woman's clothes on and was now accepted as a full female executive, the boss of the supermarket. On the next Wednesday, they were summoned to Mr Gupta's apartment as he needed to set out new company Rules for all Senior Executives. Susan and Joan were the only senior in the supermarket, so they were to be seen together. Mrs Macy was asked to attend as Joan's adviser. When they got to the apartment, they sat down with Mr Gupta, the women were given a glass of wine and Joan had just a nice fizzy orange lemonade . First of all, they went through all the company accounts and they were so impeccable that Mr Gupta was genuinely impressed. He told them both they would be getting an interesting bonus at the end of the year. Then, he said quietly : - We also have to consider your other duties, Mrs Dale! Susan blemished but tried to find ways out; She nodded and asked quite politely : - Does that include Joan, Sir? Mr Gupta shook his head : - No, not at the moment, Susan. We will have things for her later, but, at present, I think we should concentrate on you and your parents! Joan may stay with us! Susan's attempt to push her husband out of the way had failed. Although Susan had accepted all the changes, she still found herself blushing as each change occurred and this one ought to be quite dramatic! She managed to mutter in a blank tone - My ****** and ******, Sir? - Yes but, first of all, your ******! Mrs Carlisle is a fine English lady and is a wonderful example of English Imperial Womanhood! Susan felt quite proud that her boss was describing her ****** in such glowing terms. Mr Gupta continued - Your ****** lives around two hundred miles from here. I took the liberty to summon her here. She will probably like living down here near you, Susan! So, I am thinking of improving her private status! Susan nodded, not knowing what to expect. - I am going to promote your ****** to the same private status than you, Mrs Dale! Susan let the words sink in. She thought she knew what he meant but she couldn't gather the guts to say it, She turned toward her husband. Mr Gupta waited with a fiendish smile. She bent her head down and stuttered. - I am a Fuck Toy in private status, Mr Gupta! He shook his head. - No, Mrs Dale, you are not just a Fuck Toy. You are MY Fuck Toy. Do you see the difference? Susan nodded. She knew that Mr Gupta owned her. She was his personal Fuck Toy. He clarified her position for the benefit of her husband. The Universe was shattering around him and she couldn't even try to comfort him! - As MY Fuck Toy, you know I can fuck you at any time I choose! She nodded meekly. She would have wished that the Earth opened at this moment to swallow her! - Yes, Sir! - Also my friends can fuck you whenever I give them permission and they did it at least twice a month for a long time, now! - Yes, Sir! As he spoke to Susan, Mr Gupta looked steadily at Joan who looked mesmerized and stayed mute. Mr Gupta said very firmly - And no one else is allowed to fuck you, especially your husband, Susan! Susan nodded and Joan followed. She wasn't able to fight Mr Gupta. Now both of them knew it all and both had now accepted the fact! Mr Gupta spent a minute talking directly to Joan, explaining in a commanding tone : - Your days of fucking anyone are over unless I say so, Joan. Now for everyone, you are just a girl. You may find yourself being fucked by other people, but even then, Joan, I will decide who fucks you and nobody is allowed if I've not given specific permission! Mrs Macy looked up and caught Mr Gupta's eye. He acknowledged with a nod and added - There are just two exceptions, Joan, and they are Mrs Macy and her ******** Mary. They often put you to bed with your dollies. They can fuck you whenever they wish! He spoke to Mrs Macy - You can sing her a lullaby and fuck her to *****! Mrs Macy smiled her gratitude. - Thank you, Sir, You're very kind! He spoke again to Joan but this time he addressed him by his proper name - Occasionally, Mr Dale, you will be fucked in the ass by your wife or by other women. It will not happen tonight but I want you to know what to expect! In these occasions, I want you to help your buggering as much as possible and show your pleasure with groans, moans and encouragements to take you harder and deeper! He then handed a contraption to Mrs Macy giving her his instructions - Fit it onto Mrs Dale, please. Don't do it right up, but sufficient so that they both can see what it looks like! Joan Dale's eyes opened in fear as his wife stood up for Mrs Macy to attach something big under her skirt. Susan gasped in surprise but her husband whimpered as he saw the thing sticking between her legs. It was a very realistic looking man's penis, a cock!, a man's cock, a very big one, maybe twice bigger than the one Susan had used on him. Joan whimpered again in fear. Susan almost giggled in pleasure of being so richly endowed that her husband was afraid to have to accommodate such an enormous tool in his ass! Mr Gupta turned back to Susan who, apart from her new fitment, had been contemplating what had been said about her ****** and herself. She was shocked when he told her : - Your ****** will be here in a minute. I have already explained to her about her new status! She already knows what would be expected from her this evening and in the coming months. Just like Joan, intercourse with her husband is now totally prohibited! That's why I told her to move to my apartment. I'll have her at my complete disposal at any time! Curiously, Susan felt jealous toward her ****** : she could service her master more often than she did herself! There was a knock on the door. Mrs Macy got up and let Mrs Carlisle in. When she saw her ********, she blushed beet root. Both women hugged as the others watched. Elizabeth could see the large protuberance between her ********'s legs but felt that now was not the time to say anything! She sat demurely on the settee trying to pull her skirt down not to show too much thigh. Mr Gupta looked at her and smiled. - I don't think you should worry about showing too much of your thighs, Mrs Carlisle. My friends used to comment in the old days in India about high class women like you. We were of the opinion that you could crack a walnut between your lovely big thighs! Elizabeth tried to smile but was unsure whether it was a compliment or not. Mr Gupta was so smooth and eloquent - Would you stand up, Elizabeth, and slip your top and your skirt off. I would like a better view of an older woman's buxom figure! Susan didn't know what to think as her ****** stood up and did exactly what this intriguing Indian Gentleman told her. They all stared at Mrs Carlisle in the middle of the room in just her pantyhose and knickers. For a woman of her age, her breasts looked quite firm. Mr Gupta looked rather expressionless as he told Susan : - I like your ******'s tits but not her tights. Remove them! Elisabeth, you will wear from now on only suspenders or garters and stockings. Your tights will be used to secure you to bedposts or other restraints. When I send you outdoors on some errands, you won't ever wear any knickers unless I give you the order! Your only undies even if it's freezing will be your suspenders and your stockings! Susan knelt down and slipped her ******'s tights off and then stepped back to give Mr Gupta a better view. She and everyone else in the room were conscious of Susan's artificial prick dangling between her legs. Mr Gupta nodded approval. He then simply said - That is fine, Mrs Dale. But now take your ******'s knickers right off. You may push them into her mouth. I know from your experience that it makes a quite efficient gag. I think it is right to have a look at an older English woman's pussy! Susan blushed but it didn't occur to her to disobey Mr Gupta. She knelt down in front of her ****** and started to peel her panties down! When she had her ******'s knickers off, Susan stepped back. Her prick seemed to have a life of its own. Mr Gupta beckoned Mrs Carlisle to move back on the bed. She did so, and seemed to accept that she should smile and touch herself a little. This seemed to please Mr Gupta. He stared at her and then smiled. - Mrs Carlisle, you have surprised me. For a woman of your age, you have a nice big cunt! Elizabeth nodded. She felt relieved and again assumed she was being complimented. Mr Gupta spoke to Susan. - I like your ******'s pussy, Susan. I think her cunt is bigger than yours. When I have more time, I will get my friends in so that we can compare your cunts together! I think she could easily accommodate two cocks together in her pussy! But, most important for us this evening, I think that her pussy is wide enough to accommodate your big prick, don't you think so, Susan? 
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Susan nodded. Nothing was said for a minute and everyone just waited for Mr Gupta to speak. As usual, he never hurried or panicked. Then he said : - Prepare your ******, Susan, get her wet! - Get her wet? Susan was confused. Mr Gupta nodded - Yes, Mrs Dale, get her wet. Lick your ******** cunt! Susan was in no state to argue. She simply knelt down between her ******** legs and licked the hairs and then the long slit. It was big as Mr Gupta had said earlier. Susan found it was pleasant and was conscious that her ****** had opened her legs more and was whimpering. Elizabeth was very wet now, a lot from her ********** tongue but even more so from her own juices. - Do you think your ******** pussy is pleasant to lick, Susan? Is her pubic hair a problem for you? Susan didn't feel there was any subtlety there and she replied. - Yes, Mr Gupta, Her hair is so fluffy that it gets always in the way! - Then you are going to shave her! - Here, in front of everyone? - Here, in font of everyone! I will film it and I will send a close up to your ******, Susan, for him to have a picture of what he won't ever be allowed to touch any more! I think you will present it to him : I want the picture hung in his bedroom so that he can see it from his bed at any time or in the dining room for the pleasure of the people visiting him! Mrs Macy produced a razor and Joan was told to prepare the soap to shave the pussy of his ****** in law. Susan was then told to proceed. She did her best not to harm her ******. The fluffy curls soon disappeared and Elisabeth's pussy retrieved the freshness of her early years... When Susan had cleaned her ******** pussy, Mr Gupta inspected it, quite calmly. He pointed out some hair growing around Elizabeth's ass hole. - Susan, you forgot to clean her back passage! It must be devoid of any hair, just like yours! Joan arrived with the soap but Mr Gupta had other ideas. - No, Joan, there are so few hairs that we'll just need to have them wet! You are going to lick Elisabeth ass hole so that Susan can shave it, too! Joan performed that vile task and Susan made the last hairs disappear. Susan resumed her licking of her ******** pussy. Mrs Macy said finally to Mr Gupta - I think she is ready now, Sir! Mr Gupta nodded and told Susan : - Mrs Dale, crawl between your ******** legs and gently rub your cock back and fore. Keep her wet! Susan complied. She knew she had to report back soon after : - My ****** is very wet now, Sir" Mr Gupta looked satisfied : everything had gone according to his plan. He was always so calm and efficient. He then said - She is ready for you now, Mrs Dale. I want you to stick your prick up her pussy and fuck your ******! Susan could hardly believe what she was being told to do but it did not occur to her to disobey. Even as she slid her cock up between her ******** thighs, she felt confused. She was aware that her husband was watching her fuck her own ******. Mr Gupta could sense the young woman's confusion as he explained - In the old days in India, many of my sisters were expected to perform in this way for the pleasure of the English Nobility. We could never understand it but now that I can see that it is very enjoyable to watch you fuck your ******, Mrs Dale! Much to her surprise and embarrassment, Susan found that the movements of her and her ****** were exciting her and found it more shocking that her ****** was panting and even thrusting back. ****** and ******** were enjoying fucking each other! John was whimpering as he watched his wife with his ****** in law. He felt totally inadequate. Mrs Macy sat next to him, fondled between his legs and cooing - Don't worry, my pretty little Joan. Mary and I will put you to bed when we get home in your pretty new lace nightie. We will plait your hair which is becoming rather long and Mary give you a lovely treat while I'll push our usual dildo into your so tight arse hole!. We must keep it sufficiently loose for you to accommodate Susan's big dildo someday in presence of Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal! It will be a nice show for them. They will get raging hard on before ramming their cocks in Susan's three holes. - Four, Mrs Macy! I'll surely invite your husband into the fun and our little Susan has also the sheath of her breasts to offer! - You are most kind, Mr Gupta! John panted. He felt completely subservient! In his scrambled mind, he was beginning to think of himself as Joan, a girl and to forget he had been a man, Susan's husband! Mr Gupta had other instructions for Susan. - It's now of no use to pretend that your marital life with Joan continues quite normally, Susan! You'll move your things into Mr Macy's spare bedroom this evening and you'll put yourself at his disposal as soon as you come back from work, unless I give you other instructions! That was as simple as that : Susan was getting divorced by a simple flick of Mr Gupta's fingers and she just nodded in acknowledgement. Joan didn't seem to react, either! Meanwhile as if she wasn't concerned by these events, Susan was still moving slowly her dildo in her ******** pussy. Mr Gupta had been right : Elizabeth had a large pussy. The big cock Susan was using to fuck her ****** just fitted nicely into it. That had puzzled Susan : she had accompanied her parents to the swimming pool and her ****** didn't seem so well endowed that he would have made a donkey jealous of his manhood! Mr Gupta moved to near her head to whisper her advices on how to treat a white girl and he couldn't refrain to boast of his success with Elizabeth : - In fact, Susan, I kept in contact with your ****** everyday since your parents' visit to your home. I told her two weeks ago that I wanted her to come here and cater for my needs. She just piled a few clothes in a bag and left. I suppose her husband was hard put when he discovered that his wife had left him suddenly! As soon as Elizabeth had arrived by the first train, Mr Gupta had installed her in a servant's bedroom in the attic and had fucked her in his bed. He was far better endowed than her husband but Mr Gupta had already fucked her every day during her stay with Susan and her husband. The first time had been memorable : Mr Gupta had summoned Elizabeth and her husband, Susan and the whole Macy family. Joan was busy taking the inventory of his shop! Mr Gupta opened the door to usher them in. He was already with two Indian gentlemen that Susan knew quite well! She immediately knew what was in store for the evening! Mr Gupta told Susan to give a golden tablet to her ****** and ******. They accepted it with pleasure : they really loved it and the fizzy detachment they felt after taking one. Mr Gupta told Mr Carlisle to sit down on a lush armchair. Elizabeth's husband considered it a treat and thanked profusely their host! Mr Gupta then commandeered Elizabeth to kneel at the feet of her husband and unbutton her blouse. She didn't even think it was anything but normal when he told her to take off completely her blouse in front of strangers, appearing in a very conservative bra. Mr Gupta took a big knife and cut the straps of the bra before placing the blade just between Elizabeth's breasts and cut the bra neatly. It fell down but Elizabeth's breasts didn't sag significantly. Her husband was watching the proceedings with a void, totally detached smile, just like the first time. Mr Gupta bunched Elizabeth's skirt around her waist without any more reaction. She was obeying instructions, smiling to him as if he was offering her a few scones or a cup of tea! Mr Gupta cut off her knickers without even making her lift an eyelid. She was now totally naked and available! Mr Gupta made Elizabeth on her four in front of her husband. - Mr Carlisle, would you mind if I fucked your delicious wife's pussy doggie style? - Not at all, Mr Gupta! We are on Earth to serve! Susan was horrified but didn't try to interrupt things. Mr and Mrs Macy were holding her wrists in a death grip. Her ****** was waving to Mr Gupta to take his wife, just as if he was offering him to dance with her! Mr Gupta made Elizabeth part her legs to open herself more completely for his cock. He ordered Mr and Mrs Macy to release Susan's wrists. - If Susan had intended to rebel, she would have now. I would like her to take out my cock, suck it so that it will slide in more easily and present it to Elizabeth's fuck hole! Susan walked to her master's side like a zombie but she abode to the orders she had been given. She took Mr Gupta's cock in her mouth and slavered copiously on it. Then she pointed it toward its destination and held it while Mr Gupta pushed it slowly in. Elizabeth gasped when she realized how big the Indian man's poker was! She started to rotate her hips and move slightly along his shaft to smear her love juices on it and help her delicious impalement. As soon as Mr Gupta's cock was deeply embedded into her ******** pussy, Susan had backed away, in shock. Mr Gupta had another task for her : - Susan, you are going to open your ******'s fly! - But, Mr Gupta, he is my ******!!! - Yes, Susan, and you are MY FUCK TOY and, as such, I require your total obedience! Do it, do it now, my pretty little slave! Susan's revolt was short lived. She moved on her knees to her ******, unbuttoned his fly, pushed aside his boxer to free his throbbing cock : her ****** was aroused watching his wife for so many years getting fucked by a stranger in front of him! She was so much afraid to receive the ultimate command that she wasn't surprised when Mr Gupta finally told her : - Well, now, Susan, would you be kind enough to suck Mr Carlisle's cock until he cums in your mouth! Just keep in mind that I don't want you to swallow his spunk! Now, Mr Gupta was banging mercilessly Elizabeth while Susan was sucking her ******'s cock at the same time, in plain view of one another. It was such a dirty spectacle that Mrs Macy and Mary were frigging their pussies with their hands under their skirts. Mr Macy had taken out his cock and he was actively wanking himself. His manhood was quite hard and swollen now! Mr Gupta filled Elizabeth's pussy with his thick cream. She screamed when she felt the hot spurts hitting the walls of her pussy. For years, she had just known the lukewarm assaults of her husband. It was the first time in her life that a very virile man really fucked her and it was a shock for her to discover what a real climax could be! The screams of his wife made Mr Carlisle cum in his turn. He filled his ********** mouth with a respectable volume. Susan dutifully didn't lose a droplet. She waited patiently for Mr Gupta's orders. She hadn't to wait too long : - Now, Susan, you are going to transfer your ******'s spunk into your ******** mouth! Susan seemed relieved that Mr Gupta hadn't prepared anything dirtier than that : she turned toward her ****** who was waiting with her mouth already open. She could see sperm rivulets oozing from her ******** pussy and dribbling down her thighs. Their mouths came in contact! Susan had never exchanged such lewd kisses with her ******, nor with any other woman in fact! - Susan, you surprise me! You seem to enjoy playing with your ******! I didn't imagine you as a bi. Perhaps, Mrs Macy and Mary could also sample your treasures! Susan blushed. She had to recognize that kissing a woman on her mouth had stirred deep urgings in her mind. She wouldn't try to resist if Mr Gupta made her available to Elizabeth or any girl she knew! Mr Gupta turned toward her! - My dear Susan, I would like you to clean your ******** pussy from the spunk I gave her. When you've finished your job, I would like you, Elizabeth, to receive my friends Rajeev and then Gopal. They will cum in your pussy, too, and your ******** will clean it afterward! We will make her the receptacle of all the cum dumped in you today. Mrs Macy and Mary, feel free to have Joan clean your pussy if you need it in the future! It will become soon her main purpose! Susan dropped her head in shame. And so did the poor Joan when she was informed of it. He was even more horrified when Mr Gupta told him to lick Susan's dildo clean in his mouth. What would he do if the dildo had just ravaged his back passage? Nonetheless it became soon some sort of a routine for her. She was therefrom invited with Susan to the meetings organized by Mr Gupta for his friends. Mr Gupta always called an end to their evenings by announcing aloud : - Rajeev and Gopal, my dear friends, keep some strength for the last event : our poor Susan had had no opportunity to cum. I would like us to finish our evening with her : I'll bugger her, Mr Macy, would you like to fill her pussy while Gopal will use her mouth to make her air tight and Rajeev, the most agile of us all will dump his seed between her breasts! Then Joan will lick Susan clean completely and try to make a good job at it! Following his whims, the positions could change and Mr Macy wasn't always invited but Joan knew now her rôle then! 
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Joan in the following weeks had repeatedly to eat cum from his wife and her ******** pussies. He was heavily disgusted, ready to throw up at the beginning but he got soon accustomed to the taste and the weird sensations! What helped him was his intense training engineered by Mr Gupta : he was constantly considered as a girl, having to apply creams and make up every morning, to wear girl's clothes at any time, to control his voice to give it feminine undertones, to prepare food for the Macys, to go out shopping or be invited for a rock or a slow by unknown male partners in the dance halls she went to, three or four times a week now, with his two large boobs always on the prowl, never to be forgotten. It was no surprise that Joan was soon thinking to herself as a girl. The idea of being the receptacle of men's cum was not so revolting for a female! Susan had laughed once when Joan had answered to Mary Macy in a discussion "the men do so but a girl like me thinks otherwise..." but that had been a very revealing slip! Joan didn't need any more supervision to choose sexy clothes and know how to attract men's attention at any time! Her hips were nicely swaying whenever she went out shopping and many men turned to follow her with their lusty glances in the commercial center or in her supermarket! Mr Gupta soon took the habit of inviting always Joan to his evenings where Susan and her ****** were fucked in any conceivable way by him, his two close friends, Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal without forgetting Mr Macy. The fact that Joan was a direct witness of the total shame of his wife and his ****** in law was a delicate pleasure for Mr Gupta, a complete revenge for years of scorn and ill treatments. He had finally decided that Joan would provide a small entertainment for the men, dancing for them, something like starters to begin the evening. Joan would appear initially wearing a saree complete with the usual jewels, bangles on the arms, collar and impossibly heavy earrings and even a nose ring with a chain joining it to her earring. Joan danced a long time in Bollywood tradition before exiting to Mr Gupta's office to change. The second part of Joan's show involved an Egyptian belly dance of ten minutes. Joan wore then a blue muslin gauze dance skirt, a matching bra covered with sequins and a face veil that would have perfectly suited some Arabian Cheikh. The muslin was so thin that Mr Gupta and his guests could easily see Joan's tits bouncing wildly as she danced so lewdly with total abandon. They could see even the knickers that just covered her pussy and the string disappearing between her buttocks...Joan would then disappear in the adjoining room a second time. She even voluntarily increased the lascivious swaying of her hips as she exited the room to please Mr Gupta and his guests. On other occasions, Joan put on a simple satin bolero with an extremely short and very clinging skirt. On the left part of the podium installed by Mr Gupta, there was a shining vertical metal bar. Joan had had to work for hours to prepare a good pole dance exhibition. She expertly stripped down to just her knickers and her stilettos, throwing her bolero and her skirt to the men. She made a really good show, climbing up the bar then gripping it between her ankles and hanging from it upside down, pushing her breasts forward and rocking her shoulders in a very sensual manner to arouse the assistance, pouting her lips as if she was sending them kisses. Joan further teased the men by pushing aside her string and showing them off her rosette she opened for them in a very enticing fashion. Even Mr Gupta applauded when she finished her show, on her knees with her legs wide apart, cupping her naked breasts in her hands to offer them to the male spectators! The first time Joan had appeared nearly naked to Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal, they insisted with Mr Gupta to be allowed to fuck her as they still didn't know that Joan was really a man! Mr Gupta had denied them even to touch Joan, proposing them to fuck Elizabeth or Susan instead! Both men were pretty sure that Joan had very special abilities such as a nutcracker pussy that Mr Gupta wanted to keep for his own enjoyment and he derived from the mute desire of his friends a deep pleasure. Joan was awfully afraid on the first show of having to service the two men. With repetition, the fear gradually transformed into a more and more delightful thrill and finally to actual arousal. Joan now loved to tease them with her open mouth and gaping ass hole. Maybe some time in the future, Mr Gupta would decide to have her service him between her huge boobs : Joan was now looking forward to it! She felt now so naughty with her lusty thoughts! Joan and Susan discussed about it on some evening as Mary Macy drove them home. Elizabeth was now the live in slave of Mr Gupta but he had allowed her to come along to the Macys' home for a few days as her husband William had come to visit her. For this occasion, Mr Gupta had told Joan not to lick Elizabeth clean of the sperm her pussy had been filled with by the four men. On his orders, Susan had placed plugs on her ******** pussy and ass hole. It would be her husband's first job to clean both of her holes with his tongue but he wasn't allowed to touch her in any other way! Mr Gupta had carefully given his instructions for the night : Susan and Elizabeth were to ***** together in Mary Macy's bed and they were allowed to play together at will. Mary would ***** in Susan and John's former marital bed with Joan and Susan's ******. She could do just as she wanted with both men! On the next evening, Susan was back in her own flat with her husband and both her parents, Susan couldn't really find anything to say. Her ****** was equally reticent. It was difficult for the four of them to come to terms with what had happened to them all over the last six months. The phone rang suddenly. Her ****** answered it out of habit. He nodded : - Yes, Mr Gupta! He repeated that at several times. He seemed to be agreeing with everything the Indian gentleman was telling him. Both Susan and her ****** Elizabeth looked concerned as to what was being agreed, probably on their behalf. They couldn't do anything about it as they knew that if they had answered the phone, they would almost certainly be agreeing in a similar manner! When William got off the phone, he sat on the settee quietly. Susan sat on his lap as she did when she was a ***** and asked him gently - What happened, Daddy? What did Mr Gupta say? Elizabeth echoed her ********** sentiments. William looked at Susan and his wife. He relished the suspense for the two girls! - We are going to another party in the next hour up to Mr Macy! - Will it be the same as before, Daddy? - I think so, but Mr Gupta did say that he is going to bring along some young University Graduates. He is training them for higher Management in the Retail Trade. - How are we to dress? - He said he wants you in your normal business clothes. For you, Elizabeth, the typical outfit for well dressed older English lady : normal skirts and blouses. He just did say : no pantyhose! Elizabeth glared at him in disbelief - No pantyhose? William nodded : - Just panties and bra underneath. He wants to show the young men what older English women wear for underclothes! Elizabeth blushed. Getting exhibited in front of Mr Gupta or his friends was awfully humiliating but the same thing done in front of strangers and especially other English men would be far worse! She could just wish she would never been told to perform in front of family members or friends! Susan hesitated and finally asked tentatively : - What about me, Daddy? - I told you he wants you in your normal business clothes that you wear in the office. Most young men wonder what is underneath the skirt of their female boss. You will have to show them! Susan nodded. She had expected something like that. She then asked : - What about John? - Mr Gupta didn't say anything about John. He just said that Joan must be in her pretty blue schoolgirl outfit with white girly underclothes! They all looked subdued and nodded. When they went up to Mrs Macy's flat, there was some gentle music playing and there were quite a lot of people there including some young men. Although Mr Gupta was there with his old Indian friends, it was obvious that he had designated Mrs Macy to run the evening. She smiled at her new visitors and gave the two women a glass of wine and the same to William. She gave Joan lemonade and offered her a pretty doll to play with. Mr Gupta did introduce three young men : Brian, Roger and David to Susan and the family explaining that they were young university graduates and they would be working for Susan in her office as trainees. He added : - Mrs Dale, this will be their first position working in an office environment and it will be quite difficult for them working for a woman! So, I want to ensure a smooth transition for them. I know your ****** often visits you in your office so I want these young men to understand all the problems they may encounter! Susan nodded. She didn't really understand but felt it better to agree. So did her ******. The general chatting went on for a few minutes and then Mrs Macy called for everyone's attention, saying : - We have set up a desk similar to Susan's office desk to show the lads what it will be like. Susan, perhaps you could sit at our desk and just cross your legs as you normally do! Susan said nothing but sat at the desk. The seat was much lower than normal and this caused her skirt to rise above her stocking tops. There was no front panel to cover her knees. She could see the men looking up her thighs but it was difficult to move. Mrs Macy smiled - You can see, Susan, that it is causing these fine lads to get a little hot under the collar. Mr Gupta had said this would happen! He wants to get it out of the way quickly. Take your skirt off! - My skirt? - Yes! Your skirt, Susan! They are all wondering what underwear you are wearing underneath. The sooner they know, the sooner they will get back to their work! Susan nodded and slipped her skirt off. She knew the men could see her little black panties which didn't really cover her bottom. The young men were all standing awkwardly with tented trousers. Joan was watching susan with the same excitation. Mr Gupta interrupted their bemused reverie : - What are you thinking about Susan, Brian, and I want you to be honest! Brian panted and replied : - I like her little sexy panties, Sir. I would like to see her pulling her knickers down slowly! 
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Mr Gupta nodded to Mrs Macy who then gave the instructions to Susan. She knew she had to obey Mr Gupta and carefully held the elastic waistband as she delicately slipped her panties down. She knew she was expected to smile as she turned to face the young men. Brian muttered : - I like her pussy. It's shaved! It's so obscene! The other two guys seemed at a loose end but, apart from ogling Susan, they were also slyly looking at her ******. Mrs Macy knew she had to involve them more in the action. There was a small bed in the room and she said : - Roger, sit on the bed with Mrs Carlisle on your lap and give her a little cuddle! Elizabeth felt herself being drawn onto the young man's lap. The action made her blouse snap open and, quite obviously, her skirt rose, discovering her thighs. David was now left on his own. He was unsure about what to do but he moved onto one knee besides Elizabeth and rested his hand on her knee. Elizabeth was now sitting on Roger's lap with David touching her knee. Both young men looked lost. Mrs Macy knew perfectly what Mr Gupta intended and asked - Well, what do you want to do with Elizabeth and what do you intend to do, Roger and David? She is totally to your disposal! Mrs Macy's instructions emboldened Roger. If that sexy woman was at their complete disposal, there was no reason for him not to satisfy his old urges! Roger stammered. - We are unsure but I think we want to feel her! Mr Gupta looked annoyed and he scolded them. - If you wish to mature into young executives, then you have to be more assertive. If you want to feel this woman, then feel her. She has no say in what you do to her! Don't just mess around! The lads nodded. Roger pushed hid hand inside Elizabeth's blouse and David pushed his hand up her skirt. David wanted to appear positive and told Elizabeth in a very commandeering voice - Mrs Carlisle, open your legs! Wider, slut! Elizabeth dutifully parted her thighs to let his hand in. Brian had heard Mr Gupta tell his friends to be more positive so he decided to show some initiative and told Susan - Sit down, Mrs Dale, I want to see your pussy! Susan sat down on her desk and kept her legs open. She still smiled as she knew she was required to. She could now also see what the other two boys were doing to her ******. They had Elizabeth lying on her back, partly dressed on the bed. David was messing with her breasts as Roger was taking her knickers off. Mr Gupta was looking on in an approving manner. Mrs Macy walked over and asked - How are you getting on, lads? Roger smiled back - OK thank you, Mrs Macy. When we have her panties off, we are both going to fuck her! Mrs Macy looked over and saw that Brian now had Susan lying on her back with her legs up and with her bottom poking up. Before she even asked, Brian reported - I am ready now, Mrs Macy. I am going up her arse! - Wait just a few seconds, Joan will wank you with her hands and make you as big as you can be. Then she will help you into Susan's arse! The situation was quite exciting for Joan : she was dressed like a teenager girl, taking part to an orgy where his wife was about to be buggered by a stranger and she was asked to wank the man in her hands and shove him into his wife's arse. Her heart was racing but strangely, not the slightest idea of revolting came to her mind in this crucial moment. She had completely forgotten who she was, who she had been and she concentrated on her present job : make this man as big as he could be and ***** him into Susan's ass hole! With that, Brian simply stood nearer and Joan inserted his cock between Susan's legs. He was now really huge as Joan's expert fingers really knew how to treat a young man. Susan felt really stretched out by his big poker. It made her stop smiling but she did sigh a lot as Joan inserted Brian's cock up her arse inch after inch. Susan could also see that her ****** was now naked on the settee with Roger's prick pointing toward her pussy. Mrs Macy told Joan to move toward Elizabeth. As she had done with Susan, Joan closed her fist around the man's cock and swiftly made him rise proudly. With her fingers, she parted her ****** in law's puffy pussy lips and made the knob enter her. Elizabeth moaned plaintively but made no objections. Brian soon skewered up Elizabeth's pussy. What was more disconcerting was that David was standing behind Roger urging him to hurry up : - Hurry up! I want to fuck her after you! David was in such a hurry that he snaked his hand under the hem of Joan's skirt and caressed her buttocks. He discovered soon that Joan was wearing a very tiny string thong. It was a virginal white material but its was just covering her pussy. There was a thin golden chain around her hips and a thin thread along the crack of her buttocks. David pushed aside the string covering Joan's rosette and pushed the first two knuckles of his middle finger into Joan's arse! Susan and her husband had their asses filled up at the same moment, Susan with a much more important piece of meat! Joan closed her eyes in bliss. That was just what she had dreamed for months now! Mrs Macy took Joan out of her day dreaming. - Joan, wake up! Roger has already dumped his seed into Elizabeth's pussy. You are going to clean it with your tongue to prepare her to receive David! He may continue to finger fuck you as you appear to like it until you have finished your job! Joan's mind was rocked by unusual sensations : it was the first time she was used like a girl and she enjoyed it. She couldn't hide it to herself even if she hated herself for loving it. Elizabeth cummed when he run his tongue on her clit that was coated with Roger's sperm. He pulled away hastily to leave the place to David but Mrs Macy was already urging him to Susan's side. Brian had masterfully impaled Susan's arse and Joan was needed to clean her back passage that Roger intended to explore in his turn. When she had finished doing that new job, Mrs Macy made Joan lie down on the floor with Susan in sixty nine position above her. Joan wondered what would be her role in this new coupling when Roger entered Susan's ass hole doggie style. Susan screamed and there was little pain in her scream! Joan had a direct view on the big cock ramming his wife's ass hole. The shaft was rubbing against Joan's mouth and Joan's nose came in contact with Roger's balls each time the man pushed his cock to the hilt into Susan's back passage. Roger was screwing Susan at top speed : Joan could follow the turgescent cock driving deeper and deeper into his wife's arse just before his eyes. He had a direct view of the big cock throbbing in her hole, spewing wads after wads of hot cum into her. Roger slowly pulled out. A big glob of white cum was immediately expelled out of the overstretched channel and it landed straight on Joan's lips. Mrs Macy must have been on the look out as she immediately ordered Joan to swallow everything that came out of Susan's ass hole. Joan obeyed instantly, pushing her tongue out to lick Susan's rosette! Mrs Macy commented complacently about his efforts and the three men got immediately interested once more. All the three students came to watch Joan licking Susan's ass hole. Joan's tongue sometimes rubbed against Roger's cock. The three men fondled Joan's boobs and ass, covering her unprotected neck with hickeys! Then, Mr Gupta told the three men that he had prepared some couches for them to rest. They were so exhausted that none complained. As soon as they had left, Mr Gupta signaled to his friends that the girls were ready to service them in theit turn. Susan thought that there were three men and three girls including Joan but Mr Gupta stayed on his armchair watching the proceedings. Susan was more than a bit jealous when she realized that Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal were primarily interested by Elizabeth! God, she was her ******, nineteen years older than herself : how could they prefer that old woman? That was impossible, unheard off, preposterous! Have they gone crazy? Mr Gupta sensed she was about to explode. He just told her to come and sit on his lap. She obeyed as usual, feeling his hard cock poking through his pants and rubbing along the crack dividing her clenched buttocks. He whispered to her ear. - Be patient, Susan, your turn will come later. Joan, you are going to lick Susan's pussy. I don't want her to cum, just keep her aroused, on the brink but never over the edge or you'll get punished! Joan started to lick his wife's clit, slowly to keep the upper hand on her raging wantonness but that was clearly what Mr Gupta wanted. He had made total obedience to his orders ingrained in their minds and neither Joan nor Susan were ready to confront him! They just watched the two men and the woman playing together. Elizabeth looked up into Mr Rajeev's eyes, and his gaze would have melted steel. His mouth came down upon hers, capturing her lips in a slow sensual kiss. She didn't look either toward Mr Gupta or toward Susan. Elizabeth was totally focused on Mr Rajeev's tongue as it made its way into her mouth. She felt as if time stood still. She was so caught up in this delightful kiss that nothing on Earth mattered to her any more. Mr Rajeev had the cleverest tongue and she loved everything it was doing inside of her oral cavity. His hands came up to gently cup her naked breasts, his fingers massaging slowly her nipples, making them to swell into hard and long cones. Her husband William had never given her so much pleasure! She was in heaven in his embrace. The kiss seemed to last hours but it ended much too soon to her taste! 
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Mr Rajeev pulled back his head and looked down into her eyes. He must have felt some urgency there as he bent down and resumed his kiss. His mouth slowly made its way down her neck, leaving a burning trail down toward her breast. Her arms encircled his neck, her hands massaging his hair, when he took her left breast fully into her mouth. - How would you feel if I shared you with Mr Gopal? - You're not serious, Mr Rajeev...Are you kidding? He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips again. - I'm dead serious, Elizabeth. We would like to make love to you together. Elizabeth couldn't hide the smile on her face. She just looked at Mr Rajeev and nodded happily. - I always wanted two guys at the same time since I was a teenager! Just go for it! Okay, Mr Rajeev! This might be a turn point in my life! - Mr Rajeev just laughed and kissed her again. His wonderful lips promised her long moments of fun. He waved his old friend in. He was waiting with a relaxed smile, sure of the outcome of their discussion. He came up to her from behind. She turned her head toward him so that he could kiss her mouth. His sensuous lips ****** hers to part and his hot tongue darted in. Instinctively, she took him in her arms, returning his passionate kiss. It excited her tremendously to know that Mr Rajeev was standing close by, watching everything and Mr Gupta not ten feet away with Susan on his lap and Joan at her feet. Mr Rajeev stepped closer. He was still facing Elizabeth. Mr Gopal was calmly exploring her mouth with his tongue. Mr Rajeev's hands touched her bare shoulder and slowly kissed its way up to her neck. Mr Gopal bent down to kiss the opposite side of her neck. Their coordinated hot caresses soon made her shudder with excitement. She had never felt so deeply worshipped by her husband even at the beginning of their marriage. She was so aroused that her head was spinning out of control. She had never been kissed by two men at the same time and there was nothing better for her! Mr Gopal's hands ran down her tummy. Feeling his lips kissing her calves set her on fire. His tender lips lovingly covered every square inch of her body from her feet to her neck with hot kisses and licking every sensitive spot on the way and Mr Rajeev was kneading the same spots on the other side of her body. Mr Rajeev's mouth slowly worked its way down to her right breast. He planted small wet kisses all across her boobs getting her wet with his saliva and making her shiver helplessly in anticipation. Her hands found the back of his head and held him still. Mr Gopal smiled as he took off his shirt, revealing a smooth tight chest. Indian men are rarely big chested : Mr Gupta was the sole exception Elizabeth knew. He was in very fine shape and she couldn't find an ounce of fat on him. God! She was still in some sort of shock that these two very handsome men had turned first toward her and not toward Susan. She was so proud of it that she was ready to fulfill any fantasies from both of them! She watched Mr Gopal's every move as he slid down his jeans. She couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in those sexy briefs he was wearing. Mr Rajeev was still busy mauling her breasts, not especially interested by Mr Gopal undressing swiftly. - Is my friend up to your requirements, Elizabeth? Do you want his cock? - God, yes, I do! I want him deep in my pussy, my mouth or my arse. I don't care which! Elizabeth giggled nervously. Mr Rajeev kissed her earlobe, nibbling it between his lips. Incredible pleasure waves rocked her mind, making her shiver again and again. Her nipples were hardening into huge cones, Mr Rajeev lowered his head and caught her right one between his teeth. He bit down hard enough to make her gasp and moan. When he had gotten her full attention, she bent down and kissed his forehead, telling him she was loving what he was doing to her. Mr Gopal slid down his briefs in his turn. Mr Gopal had one of the most magnificent cocks Elizabeth had ever seen, just behind Mr Gupta's. It was long and very thick. William barely reached five inches and a half! It gave her goose bumps in anticipation. She would have soon to accommodate this big tool and Mr Rajeev's one in her holes! She had never been that close to two men before, and she was inordinately aroused. Her desire was reaching an indescribable high, and she wanted to be pushed towards much higher summits! Mr Gopal was massaging Elizabeth's back. His hand had run against her puckered little rosebud and had started to play with it. He slowly inserted his forefinger into it, wiggling it around and loosening her up slowly. She bore down to get it deeper into her sphincter. Elizabeth held her breath as he slowly inserted another finger into her compliant ass hole. Her heart felt as if it was going to burst out of her chest. She shivered, the sensation was almost too sizzling hot to withstand. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her arse, only to replace them with his cockhead. He reached his hand around to her pussy, and stuck his fingers into her dripping slit, coating them with her love juices. He anointed carefully his cock and then slowly started inserting it into her back passage. Elizabeth endured complacently the pain and discomfort as Mr Gopal eased himself into her slowly, stretching her out progressively. Mr Gopal's cock finally burst through the outer corrugation of her anus and plunged deeper into her. His teeth started nibbling her nape and neck. It almost made goose bumps again. He took her leg in his hand and lifted it up and aside as he burrowed his way deeper into her. It was a clear invitation for Mr Rajeev to join into the fun. Mr Gopal held both her thighs apart as his friend guided his cock to my very wet slit. She was so filled with desire for these two men! They couldn't realize they were fulfilling one of her deepest fantasies. She had always dreamed to be fucked by two guys. She couldn't think of anything more depraved and therefore immensely pleasurable! Mr Rajeev's cock was rubbing across her delicate pussy lips, up and down, then again. She could feel every inch of the magnificent cocks that were impaling her as her two lovers thrust them into her. She was a toy in their hands and she savored the feeling of being so completely stuffed. They cummed at the same instant in both her holes and she accompanied them with a screaming orgasm that made Susan's head turn in bewilderment! Mr Gupta pushed Susan toward her ******. Elizabeth was enjoying waves after waves of pleasure as Mr Rajeev and Mr Gopal continued to ram her holes mercilessly. Susan bent down and whispered to her ******** ear : - Mom, I never expected you to enjoy so violently having two men together fucking you!!! - Susan, dear! I must confess you that, before my marriage, I have always been attracted by bad boys and commandeering, self assertive guys. Unfortunately, such guys preferred blonde bimbos and I finally married a theology student. Mr Gupta has awakened all my dark side and I love to obey him. Being double penetrated has been one of my favorite fantasies and being fucked by a darker skinned manned, the close second. Just imagine how I could feel with Mr Rajeev in my pussy and Mr Gopal in my arse! Mr Gupta interrupted their chat. - I may disturb you a bit but it's Susan's turn to take care of the whole team! It'll be something new for you, dear: I'll choose your tight back passage, while Gopal will enjoy fucking your juicy pussy and Rajeev will push his meat into your mouth. You already found what triple penetration was but now we have more cocks to satisfy. I took the liberty of inviting our new friends Brian, Roger and David. You'll wank Brian and David in your hands while Roger will use your breasts as a second pussy. You are going to service six men at the same time! Meanwhile, Elizabeth is going to lick my anus and Joan will take pictures in order to keep souvenirs of this day! None of the three girls dared to comment on Mr Gupta's decision. Susan was hard worked for the next half an hour but she finally managed to offer a complete satisfaction to the six men. She had cum oozing from her pussy. Mr Rajeev had cummed so hard that some of his spunk had jetted from her nose. The three trainees had also covered her body with their sperm. Mr Gupta had forbidden her to clean herself. Susan had noticed he had managed not to cum himself Susan was by far the shrewdest girl and she had realized that Mr Gupta intended to take his pleasure later in some depraved way he seemed to especially relish! Susan was curious to discover what tortuous scheme he might have engineered! Most of the times, she enjoyed his fantasies. She hoped that the present occasion would meet her expectations! Mr Gupta then asked for silence as he had important news for Susan and Joan. They had done a great job at the Supermarket and Mr Gupta had promised them a sizable bonus : three thousand pounds for Susan and four thousand for John. In addition, Joan had been enrolled to a marketing school in Rio de Janeiro. He would get an international degree that would help him in his career! He would start his courses six months later, leaving him just the time to learn some Portuguese language. Mr Gupta had also enrolled him in a samba school. He had arranged for Joan to be one of the dancers at the next carnival : she would dance nearly naked in front of thousands of people and millions of spectators on TV throughout the world. Joan was bewildered and thanked Mr Gupta profusely. - As you won't be under any supervision, Joan, you'll be totally free to explore your sexuality there. I noticed you didn't even squirm when David planted his finger deep in your ass hole or when Roger rubbed his cock and balls on your face. You'll have to decide whether you want to stay just pretending you are a girl! - Yes, I realize it, Master! - Good! We will have to rearrange the postings as Joan won't be available for a full year! Elizabeth will take Joan's place with the Macys and Susan will move to my condominium. Don't worry, Mrs Macy! I'll arrange for David, Roger and Brian to attend to my evening parties. They have better be ready to satisfy my closest friends if they want a future in my group! Mrs Macy seemed relieved and quite pleased that Mr Gupta had taken care to get her happy. Mr Gupta then turned toward Elizabeth. - Elizabeth, you surprised me today! You told us you had a darker side and I want to nurture it. I've still my initial shop in Birmingham and your ******** will drive you there twice a week. You'll wear a saree just like your ******** and you'll service my Indian friends there in the back store on a desk or just on the floor. Nothing new for you except that you'll get paid for it! Yes, you're going to be used as a whore for Indian men and Susan will be your pimp. She'll make sure you work hard and completely satisfy your customers! Elizabeth stayed with her mouth gaping open. She was dumbfounded but couldn't protest : she had abandoned any idea of getting back her liberty for long : Mr Gupta was offering her a life of sexual bliss and she had been delivered of any guilt by his intervention : he could do whatever he wanted with her, her husband, her ********, her *** in law or even the other men of his community! - Now, let's take care of you, Susan! Your special reward will be to accompany me in a three weeks trip to India in one of the classiest hotel in the country, the former palace of a local maharajah, Prince Kyrhan. He interfered several times with my plans, forbidding me to completely dominate some of his English friends. I want to show him I finally succeeded to own a pretty British Rose. I've rented the nuptial suite for two weeks. For the third week, I will travel with you throughout India. Of course, you won't wear anything but sarees there! - Your wishes are my orders, Master! - That's just like I want it to be, wench! I'm still not firm about it but I may decide to breed you there, Susan, in my home country, on the bed of a Maharajah! It's time for me to complete my possession of your body, don't you think so, Susan? Susan looked at him with her eyes full of tears : this man was rearranging her life just as he wanted, taking control of her ******, of her husband and of herself. She was nothing but a slave to him but she had to recognize she had gotten addicted to it : she might be a slave to Mr Gupta but she was now a willing slave at the very least! She blushed when she replied that Mr Gupta was her Lord and Master and had total power on her now! She bent her head to show him her subservience. Her master dismissed everyone but asked Susan and Joan to stay with him. Susan knew perfectly that Mr Gupta intended to fuck her as many times as he could and have Joan clean her each time he would use her! But it was her normal duty, wasn't it? Could Mr Gupta have dreamed of a more complete acceptance of his domination? 
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