les histoires de chrislebo

Taking a deep breath to protest she was cut short before a word left her lips at the sight of the gag in his hand. "Remember. You do as I say and you will get out of here, quick or slow. It's up to you. The sooner you learn the sooner you go home." Her face turned a paler white with frustration realising she was being gagged what ever happened. Her fists tightened at her sides as she ground her teeth, she almost stamped a foot. "I dare say you're not as bad as you've been painted. There's no one around for you to get into trouble with. I reckon we will make good quick progress. I guess a few weeks away from your ****** will do you good." He watched thoughts cross her face wishing yet again he could read minds. What was she planning? She would have to be watched carefully.

Doing as she was told was going to get her out of there so that is exactly what she reluctantly planned to do, with the carefully nurtured incentive that this was a rest from the tormentor, Libby. At first he was suspicious at how easy she was taking the regime of hard work, as she obviously wasn't used to even boiling an egg. Nevertheless he pushed her hard and stuck to the usual routine. At night after a long day he secured her in the room, as he too had to *****. During the day she obeyed every command with the occasional mistake to which she submitted to a punishment detail or gave up hard earned privileges.

The first morning she had been detailed to cook breakfast and hadn't thought she was so inept but had purposely burnt it. "Spoiling food is a shame. Do you want to lose a privilege or receive a punishment?" He asked.

Not wanting to lose the newly earned and sole possession, a bottle of shampoo, she replied. "Punishment, sir."

Without thinking about it too much he pulled her over his knee and slapped her bottom. The short shapeless shift revealed her bare arse for a loud slap. It wasn't hard but a couple more stung, reddening her cheeks. It wasn't something he would ordinarily do but there had been little of her behaviour that gave an opportunity for a reprimand. Concerned she might walk away unchanged back to the usual behaviour riled him with the thought of failure. He would have to go hard on her to get through this pretence of obedience. When she stood up she rubbed her bottom yet still didn't protest or act out. Perhaps he had overreacted, for it suddenly seemed inappropriate as he reminded himself she was twenty years old not some young teenager. Still, she was here for a reason and when she left this place she would be a well-behaved individual.

For six weeks he pushed her hard until she would obey almost before he gave the order. Sometimes it was the fact of not having to take responsibility for anything or anyone that drove young people into delinquency or maybe they were just mean. The trainer didn't care what it was he only knew this one was ready to go home. He was tired of this place and needed a break so right there and then he decided to drive her home.

It was dark by the time they arrived and as usual there was no conversation except to give orders. In the driveway he turned the panel van keeping an eye on her until the front door was opened. He drove away not wishing to meet the rich bitch that opened the door or perhaps it was a servant, either way he had been paid and was longing to go fishing.

"Well your back!" Libby exclaimed. After the strange phone call six weeks ago she had broken into her ******s computer and read the emails. At first she had been livid at the idea this woman had the gall to make this secret arrangement for her to be incarcerated into a training camp for wayward teenagers. Reading the weekly reports from the trainer with glee; imagining her ****** having to shower in cold water, chop wood, cook, clean and all the other detailed menial tasks had been a sweet revenge.

He had even reported putting her over his knee; being an honest man. This had been such a deliriously entertaining idea she had to share it with friends. The report had recommended keeping the young woman on a strict reign keeping the regime up as much as possible in case she slipped into bad habits again. Libby had re-read each report finding it fascinating that all this had been planned for her. Friends pointed out that having an obedient ****** would be a great convenience that must be taken advantage of. They suggested parties and an unlimited allowance but she had told them to hold off until they saw what happened on her return.

"Yes, sir." Sophie replied automatically. Hardly daring to think the reports were true Libby was determined to test her out. The maid and gardener had been given time off leaving space to experiment with this new relationship. "I want to eat. You had better prepare something." She ordered. The meal was simple but it didn't mater Libby was on a high ***** with power. "Fetch me a *****." Whatever she said all her ****** would do was say, "Yes, Sir." Libby decided to change that. "You will call me mistress." After a couple of ****** she wondered what to do with this new slave as she stood waiting eager to please. "My shoes need cleaning." She said for nothing better came to mind. It was a surprise that she hadn't taken them away rather she knelt at her feet polishing them with the hem of the white skirt. "You can stay there." So Sophie spent the evening fetching and carrying out errands or kneeling at Libby's feet.

Next morning Libby felt like a ***** at Christmas wanting to play with a new toy. Uncharacteristically she was up early enough to catch Sophie looking through her wardrobe. "That's OK. I'll choose something for you to wear." She told her. Sophie remembered last night with shame but after a good night's ***** the spell had been broken and she gathered enough confidence to speak out.

"I don't think." She began.

"That's right you don't." Libby rounded on her. "What do you think my ****** would have said about what you had planned for me? Being ********* and treated like that. If he could read those reports what would he think of you then? Did you enjoy bending over that man's knee having your bare arse spanked?" Libby produced a ball gag from her dressing gown pocket holding it up in Sophie's face. "Any more from you and you'll be wearing this." She said, bristling with indignation.

Sophie bent her head, all she could say was, "Yes, mistress." Her eyes had been as wide open as her mouth in astonishment then tightly shut with fear. Perhaps she could bare this until Libby became bored with the game. After all what did she expect? At least they were spending time together and she hadn't actually kicked off as usual. Until the effects of that strict training wore off it seemed easier to just go along with this unexpected discomfort.

"I like that gown. It's pure silk isn't it? Take it off. The underwear too." Libby felt she was towering over the woman hunched over subdued, seeming to shrink down all the more at being naked. Casually looking through the wardrobe she tried to think what would be suitable for this humble servant. Something demeaning was needed to keep her in place. It suddenly occurred to her. "Of course, what you need, its obvious, a cheap nylon maids uniform. "Follow me." On the floor above were attic rooms furnished for the maid but at the foot of the stairs she stopped. The young woman strode purposefully back to her room with Sophie scurrying behind anxious to have something to cover her naked body. Disappearing into her own walk in wardrobe she began rummaging for something. With a grin spread across her face Libby found it abandoned and forgotten, emerging triumphant with a crumpled piece of material. "This will do for you." She said, dropping it at Sophie's feet.

Pulling it into shape she found it was a *****'s nurse's outfit consisting of a cotton dress with a little cap and apron. Libby was busy cutting off a red cross from the apron and cap. The dress was a tight fit but she had lost some weight while away and managed to squeeze into it. The material was thin but gave a little. While she tied on the apron and fitted the cap into her hair Libby rummaged for something else. Black stockings were an obvious accessory and a pair of little girls' frilly white knickers too. Attempting to roll the tight dress up her thighs to get the knickers on Libby became impatient. "Stop it you'll split the dress. They'll show through anyway. I can't wait all day. Come on I want my breakfast." The dress would have been difficult to walk in with it hugging her body like a sheath but it was so short it hardly covered her thighs. As much as it hugged her bottom so to her breasts were tightly embraced, squashed up into a deep cleavage ready to pop out. There didn't seem to be room for underwear and none was offered anyway.

Being served breakfast by Sophie in this ridiculous get-up satisfied Libby more than the first idea of a maids overall. Having her clean the kitchen and perform every menial task thought of, was satisfying, but she wondered what else to do with her. The front door bell chimed and before she could tell her to see who it was she noticed the look on Sophie's face. Dressed, as she was, the thought of someone seeing her brought out a look of dire dread. It was so amusing to see the imploring expression that she couldn't resist.

"Off you go. It won't be anyone you know, you don't have any friends around here." She said, rubbing it in that there would be no saviour to this ill treatment. Walking back into the dinning room ahead of three young people the embarrassment was richly etched upon a stricken face. "Hi. Dawn, Paul. Nice to see you and you too Ricky." They stared at Sophie until she left the dinning room when they grouped around Libby with exited grins on their faces. "Don't say a word. Just try and act casual. OK! Just don't call her Mrs Howarth or ******!" She whispered. They giggled attempting to suppress their laughter trying to calm down.

"What do you call her then?" Dawn asked.

Libby was stumped for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that. I just order her around." Again they laughed and wondered if she could hear them. "Have you had breakfast? It doesn't matter I just want to show her off." Libby told them. She went to fetch her new toy eager to show it off. Behind her Sophie meekly followed dreading what was to come. They ordered cool ****** vying with each other to think up something that took the most effort for their servant to prepare. The dress was riding up as she fetched and carried each time the young men wondered if her nipples would pop out as she tugged at the hem. The thin material revealed the outline of her body clearly showing she wore no underwear, especially when passing through the light streaming through the French doors. The young men appreciated the outfit and Libby was put out that she was losing their attention.

When their obedient servant splashed a fresh fruit cocktail over Paul, Libby reprimanded her severally. Eager to make amends she quickly bent to the task of rubbing his trousers with a napkin, which he obviously enjoyed with the amusement spreading a contorted look of pleasure across his face. From where Ricky was sitting he couldn't help but see up her dress with his face turning red with embarrassment though he carried on staring mesmerised at the sight of her nakedness. Every time she bent forward he had a glimpse of swollen lips pushing between her thighs. "What do you think you're doing?" Ricky looked away embarrassed as Libby came over to them. "Not you Ricky. This slut. Look at you. Slut!" Libby fumed. "You need to be punished for that exhibition. Do you remember the punishment you received from your trainer?" Libby asked.

Sophie furtively looked around the room intuitively knowing they too had read those humiliating reports from the trainer. So now she knew why they had so easily taken part in the *****. She just couldn't bring herself to say a word in defence while all the time nervously pulling at the back of the dress trying to cover up the thoughtless action of revealing herself to Ricky. It had been so foolish to bend over Paul but couldn't stop from rubbing him or think of anything but pleasing him, making amends for the mistake. The training had been as good as the trainer promised.

Looking at Libby she pleaded with her eyes not daring to speak. Her face plainly revealed she knew what was being suggested and it was plain she wanted to say, "Please, not here, not now!" Wanting to appease Libby she simply answered. "Yes, mistress."

"What was the punishment?"

"Spanked, mistress." She said quietly.

"Speak up. What was your punishment, slut?" Libby asked, enjoying the obvious anguish of her ****** squirming before her and her friends.

"I was spanked, mistress." Wanting to appease her, Sophie was willing to bear the shame and say anything, however embarrassing, just so it would stop, allowing her to slink back to the kitchen.

"So what is your punishment to be now?" Libby goaded her.

About to yell out in protest she bit her lip. "A spanking mistress." With Libby prodding her back she slowly slipped over Paul's lap until she could feel his bulge throbbing tight against her belly. The little dress was up over her hips revealing everything to them all. Wanting it to be over with she felt the seconds agonisingly filled with the pain of ********. Paul was unsure but with Libby gesturing silently to him with hearty air slaps he lifted his hand for a testing swipe at the naked bottom posed before him. The sound was a proper thwack filling the silent room with its strangeness. The second was more confident and stung his hand, which he guessed, her too. By the time he had assumed some confidence it was over. His hand had come temptingly close to touching her between the legs only everyone was intently watching every stroke.

Thankful it was over she stood pulling at the hem of the little dress. Paul noticed her hard nipples staring back at him through the thin fabric, which was being stretched over them each time she pulled at it. "Ricky now." Libby demanded. Demurring from this new threat she backed way having assumed that was it. The word 'why' hung between them, after all hadn't she already been punished, it wasn't fair. "For showing yourself off to Ricky like a slut. Over." She said, pointing to the waiting lap.

Ricky needed no further prompting; he slapped the bare cheeks ignoring his stinging hand relishing the marks on her bottom. Too much Libby thought and called it enough. Before she slipped off his lap he managed to slide his fingers across her swollen lips hoping no one noticed.

"Now come here." Libby demanded. Without another word she pulled the errant servant over her lap and spanked the already red cheeks. Her ****** squirmed more in shame than pain. "That's for letting me down in front of my guests. In future you will be an obedient and careful servant. Get another ***** for Paul. No don't pull your dress down leave it where it is. We will all be reminded of your stupid behaviour and you will be too." Libby ordered her. They admired her red bottom as she ran from the room.

"Wow!" Ricky exclaimed. "I've just spanked Mrs Howarth's bottom." They laughed nervously not expecting the game to go that far but it did conclusively prove Libby had her under control as the trainers report had promised.

"Well, it's weird for me too. I had never imagined spanking my mom." Libby admitted with a shrug. "This is revenge for all those times we were grounded or made to do stuff. We can all get our own back on parents through her." Libby told them. They nodded thoughtfully though the guys were thinking of something completely different form the girls. They would like to take it out on her all right.

Paul sat in shock quietly contemplating what he had just done, then spoke up. "It looks as though you've found her a name. Slut." He explained, to their blank looks.

Dawn had silently encouraged them but now she broke in. "Did you notice how excited she was? Slut seems appropriate." Libby looked at her a moment then it occurred to her too. It was obvious. She hadn't noticed, being distracted by the sheer audacity of what they had done to her. When she returned with a ***** they keenly looked over her body only now noticing the hairs between her legs glistening and her nipples pointing hard through the thin fabric. "You're a lewd slut." Libby commented gleefully. "I've decided from now on your name will be Slut. What do you say to that, Slut?"

"Yes mistress." Sophie quavered.

"What is your name, tell me."

"My name is Slut, mistress." Sophie replied with a suppressed sob. So they had guessed at how excited she had become by all this attention to her body. It had been so long since having sex she had unknowingly grown frustrated. Suddenly her mind and body had been bombarded with overwhelming feelings from their teasing and furtive touching so now it was impossible to control her body's natural or maybe unnatural reaction. Woefully she felt it an appropriate name bringing home the state she had been reduced to.

With Libby's ****** walking around bare assed the lad's conversation lapsed every time she entered the room so Libby decided to do something about it. She had caught sight of Ricky furtively sliding his hand between her thighs but said nothing wondering what to do about it. Strangely Sophie hadn't flinched from him or indicated anything was amiss. "OK. Lets see if we can find something for this Slut to wear. It will be like playing at dressing our dolls like we used to." Libby said with a snigger. The lads were delighted on realising they were to be included, like teenagers excited at the prospect of a daring illicit game. Off they went upstairs chattering to each other heading for the bedrooms with Sophie in tow and Ricky following keenly watching every movement of her bottom.

At first she had thought there was to be some respite to the assault upon her body having heard she was going to be dressed but the *********** continued. Standing naked before the young men while the young women argued over how to dress her left her feeling more aroused bringing with it a deeper shame. The way the lads were looking at her body it was important Libby got this game out of her system as quickly as possible. Their relationship could return to the usual stand off with neither intruding into the others life and she could put this stupid episode behind her. Until then she would have to endure the torment, after all it was her fault she was in this predicament.

Her hair was spiked with gel, the make-up a heavy black with a false safety pin through one nostril to complete a Goth look. A bin bag from the kitchen was serving as a dress tightly revealing every curve of her body. The girls could see it would be a ******* for her not to wear underwear leaving her looking as lascivious as before. A pair of black platform shoes left her wobbling with every step to the car. A visit to the mall for a shopping trip with her ******** hadn't been dreamed of especially this nightmare trip. Shoppers were avoiding looking at her though some couldn't help themselves. At least no one would recognise her under the lavish make up, it was as though she could display herself while in disguise. With all responsibility stripped away she felt free to recklessly exhibit her body in this familiar public place.

"Hi, guys." Libby greeted a group of rough looking teens. Strolling through the mall was one thing but being confronted with a bunch of wild looking teenagers brought the danger of the situation into stark reality. How should she react? She couldn't expect them to treat her like a responsible parent looking like this so what could she do if they got out of hand? "This is my cousin." Her ******** had introduced her as 'Slut' to which she nervously smiled just in time refraining from offering them her hand to shake. They nodded and grunted attempting to take her sensuous look casually, not quite succeeding.

The leader of their gang had to reassert him self, telling her. "You seem pleased to see me." He said, looking directly at the engorged nipples stretching at thin black plastic to almost breaking point. They laughed and gathered round for a closer look making out to pinch them with ribald remarks until a nudge pushed a hand onto her breast. Unable to step away in the awkward shoes they took advantage of her confusion to pinch and squeeze them pushing Sophie to the limit of endurance unable to believe what was happening. Right there in a public mall where she had once calmly shopped these young men were mauling her body.

Libby intervened, telling them, "I told you her name was Slut and it suits her don't you think." They laughed loudly with more suggestions as to how she could live up to the name. One of them suggested she join them as their gang slut. "I'm sure she'd love to." Libby said without a trace of humour.

Sophie near fainted at the thought of her ******** giving her away to these rough looking teenagers. They became more emboldened by their own excitement. Paul caught her but couldn't prevent her sliding to the floor where she bumped her bare bottom. "What a hairy bush you have Slut." One of them said, which at least kept the rabble quiet for a moment while Paul lifted her to her feet. Ricky at last responded by taking hold of one arm then pushing at them telling them to leave her alone. A tussle for possession started with the younger men winning leaving her winded amongst scrabbling hands and arms being slowly dragged deeper into their group.

The fear of being hauled away to their lair like some trophy was real, made all the more serious being named Slut. They already expected her to live up to the name. One of them cupped her bare bottom in his hand a finger crawling closer to her hole. Desperately needing to pull away she found it impossible to move without falling off the high platform shoes. Then it occurred to her it was the training that held her back. These young men would order her around like a slut and she would obey. She looked at Sophie with a pitiful look, a tear decorating one cheek.

A security guard appeared out of nowhere parting them like Moses, telling them to move on. "I might have guessed a female would be the cause of trouble. Get off home before I call the cops." He told the gang. Taking in the expensive clothing and jewellery of Libby and her friends, he told them, "Get off home you four. Your parents won't want to see you taken home by the cops. You kids! I guess your parents wouldn't give a damn but I do. Whatever your up to, do it somewhere else. And take trouble with you."

"My god!" Sophie thought. "I've been ordered away with these delinquents."

Libby spoke up emphasising her classy accent. "She's with us."

"Is she really with you?" The security guard took a hold of Sophie's arm. "Well, don't hang out with that rabble. You get home and get some clothes on. You do as this girl tells you or your be in trouble."

"Oh! Thank you Mistress. I promise to behave." Sophie gushed. "I'm so sorry." She apologised, still in shock from the gangs' *********** and her stimulation to it. Thankfully they had been oblivious to her excitement.

The group laughed at the sincerity of Libby's ****** scrabbling to please. The black plastic bag dress was now ripped leaving even less to the imagination while she scrabbled to hold it together. Trembling with thoughts of what might have happened if he hadn't intervened she kept close to them walking through the mall. In a quiet corner by the entrance to the parking lot a grimy storefront loomed up before Sophie. She hadn't managed to calm herself enough to hear their mischievous conversations so missed what was in store next.

"Hi, Judy. Yah! Long time no see. She could do with your special beauty treatment. A facial, the works, give her a treat. OK!" Led away to a cubicle she was told to strip off what remained of the bin bag. The hefty woman gave no option but to do as she was told though it sounded as though she was at last being given a treat after all that mistreatment. She had always enjoyed being pampered at a beauty salon and although the paper towel over the massage table was less than she was used to the woman's strong arms looked business like. On seeing the only garment she had screwed up in disgust and dropped into a bin by the woman hardly mattered for the girls had said they would be back from shopping to collect her. Perhaps the scary gang had sobered Libby up to become more responsible and would return with something respectable.

The pain was a sharp unexpected shock opening her eyes wide from what she had thought was a light trim of her pubic hair. She had clamped her eyes shut in embarrassment when the woman, without a word of explanation, had started to trim the hair between her legs. Never having experienced a wax treatment she was totally unprepared. So the ******* was to continue.

"Judy I'm back. How's it going? Well look at that. I bet that hurt." Libby laughed smugly. "We couldn't decide what to get or what size she is so we'll have to take her for a tour of the mall. Where's her dress?"

It was held up between Judy's fingers in an arm outstretched to indicate its offensiveness, having become nothing but a scrap of crumpled plastic. Sophie looked at it flutter back into the rubbish with a look of disbelief that not only had she lost this inadequate covering she was without even her pubic hair for protection. What *********** was she to suffer next? Was she expected to walk around the mall completely naked without even a hair as a shield? Libby silently pointed to a photo pinned to the wall while looking Judy in the eye for them to share a knowing smile. The woman's beloved artistic skill was in demand.

In trepidation Sophie only just let them shepherd her out of the store with the promise they weren't going to tour the mall for clothes after all. Catching sight of her body in the smoky glass of the storefront she almost believed she was dressed. The body paint presented the illusion that she was dressed in a black leotard with a shirt over it. It was funny to think she looked more decently dressed than when in the bin bag while now she was completely naked with even her nether lips bare. Her hair had been washed out and the make up was almost normal. When they pulled up in the old down town area of nightclubs Libby had to pull on a nipple to get her out of the car. It was dark but walking the streets naked was pushing her too far. Libby and her friends didn't think so. Keeping her head bowed not wanting to see if anyone noticed how vulnerable she was it suddenly occurred to her the others weren't around. Frantically looking up and down the street she saw them leaning out the car laughing at her, a block away on the other side of the street. To get back to what little security they provided in the car, she would have to cross in the full glare of headlights and street lamps.

Taking a closer look at the surroundings she let out a whimper. "No! You evil devils!" On both sides of the street were hookers parading, trawling for men. Before she could move back into the shadows she was dazzled when caught in the glaring headlights of a cruising car. Not seeing them but hearing the raucous shouts it was obviously a bawdy group of men, out on the town worse for wear, even this early in the evening. From the comments she learnt that not only had her ******** betrayed her but so had her body. The body paint had been applied well but her labia had opened up to display a clearly contrasting pink colour. The nipples had grown out through the paint with a matching redness commented on by the rough men in embarrassing detail. She watched as though it were a movie unable to comprehend the appalling reality of these strangers leaning from the convertible meaning to haul her aboard. They thought she was just another hooker audaciously naked, obviously ready for anything.

The two young men grabbed her arms and swung her away into their car idling behind the convertible, where she fell arse up onto the back seat. Teased all day, sacrificed to strangers, until at the last moment her tormentors had saved her, she collapsed from the overpowering torrent of emotion. It was a shock that the building sexual tension had left her wanting to be taken away by those strangers.

"Did you see that?" Dawn exclaimed, as Libby turned the car sharply to speed off in the opposite direction. "The Slut stepped toward them. She was actually going to go off with them." Ricky wasn't listening to the expressions of disgust rippling between the two girls up front, for over his lap he had a naked woman glistening wet with excitement. Paul was completely oblivious to anything else while engrossed in the feel of her breasts, alternately pinching the nipples and cupping both tits hanging down into his hands.

Ricky had explored the female form before, furtively under a skirt in the dark, though never like this in plain view. Probing inexpertly he delved into soft flesh eliciting an occasional murmur of approval until learning how to maintain a constant sound of pleasurable moaning from the prone woman. It wasn't far to the Howarth residence but Mrs Howarth had reached her journey's end, for at last she had come after a day of sensual torment. Ricky wiped his sticky fingers in her hair being considerate enough not to stain the Mercedes upholstery or his expensive clothes. Sophie brought herself together on hearing the crunch of tyres on gravel knowing this was home and safety, almost. The *********** of having these young men fondling her and bringing her to an orgasm was bad enough but knowing how much she had needed it was too much to bear. She scrabbled from their laps eager to reach the relative security of her home.

Before Sophie could scurry away upstairs she was brought to a halt. "Stop right there, Slut!" Sophie bellowed. "You are just a shameful whore. Just look at you." Made to stand before them she hung her head in shame. The other three laughed at her state of excitement, partly in embarrassment, for the lads knew they had contributed to it and hoped they wouldn't be found out. "What were you doing behind my back?" Libby was looking at the smudged body paint almost erased from both breasts as well as between her legs. Sophie felt a slight stickiness between her thighs and groaned. How could they make her stand there naked while talking about her body so horribly? "It's obvious what you guys have been doing to her. From now on no touching, OK! You can look but don't touch. Guy's for pity sake you can't finger fuck my mom. It's just not right." Sophie was weak with shock for it was right she had become so depraved as to let her ********'s friends play with her body. It didn't matter that they had driven her to desperation, it was just so wrong.

Libby kept her ****** on a tight reign all week, as advised by the trainer, to keep her in the state of ********** she had been reduced to. Keeping her out of the way when anyone called, when the gardener or pool man was around, she managed to keep the secret of possessing her own ****** as a servant. The maid was paid off for Libby kept her ****** busy all the while with chores, which she gradually learnt to competently complete under the threat of a spanking. On spoiling a meal or missing something she would find herself over her ********s knee, which was incentive enough to do as she was told.

To keep her friends in on the game she would allow the lads to spank her and ignored their surreptitious fondling of the new maid. Dawn enjoyed having the one time parent fetching and carrying for her too. It was convenient to have her phone parents with the excuse they were staying over when they toured the clubs into the early hours. Everything seemed to be working out well. The checks were signed and Libby now had her ******s allowance from the estate as well as her own to play with.

"Dawn guess what!" Libby squealed with delight. "John has asked me to his parents beach house for a couple of weeks. No! They won't be there. It'll be just us two and a few friends. Guys and their girlfriends! You know what that means don't you? He wants me to be his girlfriend." Libby gushed. Dawn was a little jealous that she hadn't been invited and that it was John of all people. They both had a crush on him in school but then who hadn't.

"What are you going to do with her?" Dawn asked. "You can hardly take your mom along with you."

Libby let out a groan. Having someone dependent upon you had become a nuisance over the last few weeks. If she had thought about it the role reversal would have been poignant to their relationship, having learnt some responsibility over the past few weeks. Libby looked at Dawn. "Please! Oh go on. You can do it you'll have fun. You know you enjoy ordering her around." Libby implored of her friend.

Dawn looked at Sophie and asked. "Will you obey me while she is gone?"

Sophie had stood quietly trying not to attract attention. As usual dressed in a rough nylon maids overall, without underwear, leaving her feeling vulnerable to their criticism and punishment. This was the first Sophie had heard about this and was so pleased to hear her tormentor was about to leave she would agree to anything. "Yes mistress." She replied without hesitation.

"You had better do as you are told or there will be trouble when I return. Do you understand, Slut?" Libby growled at her.

"Yes mistress." She replied dutifully, hiding her face from the two young women in case they read her thoughts. With only Dawn here she would have a chance to shake off this ridiculous subservient demeanour. Without Libby's continuous rein*****ment of that intense training regime it wouldn't take long to get back to normal. "Oh what a surprise you are in store for young lady." She thought, trying hard not to reveal upon her face the glee she felt.

With last minute instructions and a list of chores, Libby sounded like a housewife leaving her ***** with a neighbour. Sophie just stood with head bowed feeling inadequate as her ******** reeled off directions for her care as though she weren't there. "Just go will you!" Dawn told her. "I'll look after everything. Have a good time with John."

"One more thing. Don't let her out of your sight, especially when the boys are around. I don't want to come home to find my mom pregnant!" Libby told her. The serious frown turned to laughter as they both realised how outrageous it sounded. On leaving the house she put all such worries behind her and set off for the beach with nothing more than the clothes she wore and a bikini.

Taking a deep breath Sophie prepared to declare some rules upon this unwelcome house sitter, rather different from those enjoyed recently by the young harridan. After all she had better make it clear from the beginning she ruled here. It was her home and she was the adult responsible for it.

Before she could make a sound Dawn poked her with a finger saying. "You heard what she said, Slut. You will do as your told, as promised! You will be punished for mistakes, think on that. Don't think you're in for an easy time, Slut. I'm in charge now so hop to it when I speak. Do you understand?" Dawn said, bombarding Sophie with words with the ***** of a cold shower.

Sophie shuddered under the ***** of emotional language caving in, submitting completely, to buy time. All she could do was reply as trained, "Yes, mistress."

"Get me a ***** and a sandwich. Hop to it, Slut." Dawn shouted in her ear. As Sophie turned Dawn slapped her arse as an incentive. "Some of those bacon flavoured chips too." She added to the scurrying servant.

In the kitchen Sophie was busy preparing a quick meal holding back tears welling in her delicate hazel eyes, hardly able to see what she was doing. All ideas of escape had evaporated on finding the training had become more ingrained than anticipated. Instead of making her own demands she had capitulated completely to Dawn's fierce onslaught. Tidying herself before entering the dining room she dutifully carried the tray careful not to spill anything. Watching Dawn consume the snack provided a moment of reflection. If this young woman so easily brought her to such a sate of ********** did it mean she was as vulnerable to the two lads? Was this what her ******** had meant by needing to be watched? Remembering how naughty she had been in the back of the car a week ago left her shivering. If Dawn left her with those two would Sophie's scandalous prediction come to pass? It didn't bear thinking about. She desperately needed protection even if it meant bowing and ******** to this young woman until her ******** returned.

Next day Sophie paid careful attention to Dawn's demands yet still found her self being chastised. "That overall needs changing. Follow me Slut." Dawn said. Wearing a little skirt and top without underwear was more embarrassing as it made her look and feel even more like a young sister, not the mature woman she had been a few weeks ago. When the doorbell chimed she dreaded opening it to the two young men knowing they would take full advantage of her ********s absence. To her surprise they sent her to her room where she sat wondering what they were planning hoping it wouldn't involve her.

Sounds of activity reached her from down stairs, which surely couldn't mean they were throwing a party, as they would have made her do all the work. Soon she was to find out when Dawn entered the room. "We are having a visitor. No one you know. You will do as you're told as usual, Slut. Just in case you have an idea of escape or wriggling out of here this will remind you I'm in charge." Dawn said, waving an evil looking cane around. "Bend over Slut." She said.

"No Dawn, please. I'll be good, honest. I'll do exactly as I'm told." Sophie pleaded. There was the sound of the cane thrashing her cheeks, once, twice then nothing. She had expected more, was this hesitation part of the torment.

"Now listen carefully. This is what you will do." Dawn said.

Summoned into the lounge she immediately noticed a stranger sitting and talking with Dawn. No sign of the lads. Embarrassed that a complete stranger should be included into this sorry game she kept her head down wishing it to be over as quickly as possible. "This is Barbie, Mister Roberts. Say hello, Barbie." Dawn said.

"Hello, Sir." She said.

"Your cousin has told me your ****** wants you to learn to play the piano. She has also told me you are a rather wilful young woman. It is better to get it right from the beginning so I must tell you I don't take nonsense from anyone. You are here to learn and I am here to teach. Lets get started." The teacher told her. Inwardly she groaned for here was yet another strong character determined to dominate her. Perhaps she would have been better off left with the lads after all.

"What's the matter?" He asked. "Sit down and lets get started."

"I can't sir." Sophie complained.

"What's wrong with you girl?" He said, already showing impatience.

"I'm afraid she's been caned Mister Roberts. Her ****** is very strict." Dawn volunteered.

"Well she can't play standing up." He said. . "Here's some ointment, perhaps that will help." Dawn offered. On cue Sophie bent over his knee where upon the teacher jumped almost shaking her off his lap. Instinctively he prevented her rolling onto the floor with a hand grabbing a bare cheek.

"I can't do that." He said, all the while looking down at her bare arse.

"Please, sir. It stings." Sophie said, hoping to sound pathetic and genuine enough to please Dawn. He hesitated a moment until reassured by both women. He attentively applied a little of the cream. "That feels better already." She cooed. He had little choice looking down at her smooth white cheeks but to rub it in, his hands working deeper of their own accord. Encouraging the movements with little moans they became more erotic as he found the magic button. There was no need to act she came noisily arching her back for more of his fingers.

Sophie slipped off his knees to scurry away in shame back to her room. Dawn brought Mister Roberts a large cold Scotch on the rocks, which he accepted in a shaking hand, gulping it down in one. "You had better take a look at this Mister Roberts." Dawn said. The large screen television showed in stark detail Sophie bending over his lap legs spreading wider as fingers manipulated her soft cheeks. Mesmerised by the image, hardly noticing the rapt attention playing upon his own face, he watched unable to keep up with these fast changing circumstances.

Dawn handed him another ***** still careful to keep out of shot for the lads were still videoing him with a hidden camera. Waiting for it to sink in she was amused at the expressions crossing his face from sexual tension to shock now fear. "What have you done? Why?" He asked. The picture went black.

"The video will be carefully edited and distributed to, well, lets think." She teased watching his mouth working like a gold fish, unable to find words. "Your family, friends, neighbours, colleagues, boss. Will that list make you pay attention?" She said emphasising the word pay.

"I'll, I'll." He said. Not finding anything to say he threw the second Scotch down his throat.

Dawn didn't laugh wanting to preserve the seriousness of the atmosphere, wanting to punish. He had ****** her to play the piano every Saturday and Sunday for months and here she was at last in a position of power over him. Money wasn't what she wanted but that would be a start until the rest had been thought through. As she shut the door upon his retreating back she shouted, "I'll be in touch."

Libby flounced into the lounge loudly complaining, "That was a complete disaster! He only had me there to make his latest girlfriend jealous. Your looking moody what's up? Get Slut I need to take it out on someone. Mind you I played a little subversion myself. The bitch won't be speaking to him again. Where's Slut?"

Dawn looked dolefully at her friend handing her a note. Libby was silent and still for once. "We went out. I, we were bored. We went to a club. I tied Slut to the bed before we went. How was I to know this would happen?" Dawn said, waiting for her friend to explode upon her with fierce words.

"You left her alone. How could you? I told you to watch her, to look after her. She's been *********. My mom is out there somewhere with strangers, helpless. Who knows what they are doing to her." Dawn said. Clenching the note tight in both fists she asked. "What's this about a video tape?"

"They want me to bring the video. The one the guys and me made. I guess they mean to exchange it for her." Dawn said in a gush. Dawn slowly turned staring at her with a cruel mean look. Dawn haltingly explained the trick they had played on the music teacher.

"I can't trust you to make the swap. Hell knows what they're getting her to do. In that state she can't refuse anything. You've seen that. I've got to get her back." Libby said, staring intently at the piece of paper. It was her mom who signed the cheques so there was a practical reason apart from a sense of responsibility she had acquired over the last few weeks. What would happen if her ****** mysteriously disappeared with her as sole beneficiary to the estate? A lot of awkward questions would be asked with nothing but embarrassing answers. "I've got to get her back. Where is that tape?"

Dawn plunged her hand down the back of the sofa pulling it out. Displaying a pallid smile she hoped it was in some way placating her friend.

"So where are the guys?" She asked.

"Oh. They disappeared off home last night. They saw nothing of that note, just the tape." Dawn said.

Libby was too furious to be afraid as she drove out to an unknown address, alone. In the mailbox was another note detailing another address, this one out in the country. Pulling up outside a large old-fashioned ranch house furry took her onto the front porch and up to the front door. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching she became nervous. Alone in the middle of nowhere it became obvious how reckless she had been.

"Come in." The tall man said.

Anger reasserting itself she stepped in demanding an answer, she said. "What have you done with her? She had better be OK!" She followed the silent man into a study. It's maleness shouted from the walls decorated with dead *******, cigar smoke drifted in the sunlight.

"Stand there." He said. Sitting heavily into a leather captain's chair behind a large oak desk he looked her up and down disdainfully. "You have the tape?"

"No! It's somewhere safe." She said clutching her bag close to her body.

He didn't miss the movement as well as noticing she was unaware of it. "I could do whatever I like with her. Would you care? You seem to have mistreated her over the last few weeks. There's a lot of interest in an attractive young woman. A lot of men would be interested in a compliant woman, willing to please." He let the words sink in. She seemed to quiver from fear of what he was about to tell her. She knew there was more and the fear had dried her mouth.

"You can sell anything on the Internet these days. An obedient woman would fetch a lot of money. A great temptation! Maybe I don't need that CD." He nodded at her handbag, which she gripped tighter. "Or maybe I'll take both you and the CD. Give the tape back to the friend you cheated, sell the woman and keep you as a pet. No one knows you're here." He watched her mouth open and close leaving little gasps of breath in the air wafting cigar smoke around her.

"Please don't, it's my fault, do what you like with me, just let my mom go." She wailed with a breath abruptly exhaled.

"That's all lies you're not worried about her. It's you you're concerned about knowing you've walked into a difficult position and want out. She's not your ****** she's your friends ******. So just tell me the truth Dawn." He barked at her.

Shacking with fear she tried to explain. "I'm Libby. Dawn is, was my friend. I left my mom with her and she did this." She said holding up the handbag. "I had no idea she was going to trick your friend. It's my fault for leaving her with Dawn. I'm sorry. I just want her back, please." Libby pleaded. "You can have the CD back. I'll delete everything on the computer. I won't say anything, not to anyone. Just let my mom go." Libby whimpered. Exhausted Libby sank to her knees with tears running down her cheeks.

The man got up form his desk and walked over to a bar. He fixed himself a ***** and brought her a soft *****. Helping her up off the floor he guided her to a chair. "I see. So you are concerned. After what Sophie told me, well, I thought you were a bunch of brutes. I can see how it all went wrong. Still, you need to be punished. I think a job will sort you out young lady." He guided her to a window looking out over a field stretching to the horizon. "See that rider out there? Well that's your ******. She's been enjoying her stay here, unwinding. I must admit I feel partly responsible for what's happened. I trained her. Yes, I'm the one that sent you those reports. You seem to have gained some level of responsibility. If you agree to work in the stables I can convince your ****** that some hard dirty work will repair the damage done. Agreed?"

Libby was willing to agree to anything. Still not sure what was going on she slowly came round to the idea she had been outsmarted for a change. "Yes." She said. The images of her mom being sold into slavery were becoming slightly ridiculous.

"That's a nice smile. You can both rest up here until your relationship is repaired. She has become a passable cook and you can keep the place clean. And, at last I can go fishing. When your both ready we can talk about something more permanent. If you want to stay, that is." He said, his last words trailing off.

She looked up at him as he gazed out the window at her ****** and saw something in those grey blue eyes. He wasn't the kind of man to reveal much and she was guessing what he meant. A funny feeling stirred her stomach. It was surprising to think this stranger was taking an interest in her mom and that it was a pleasant one.

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Blackmail Diary


Day 1 - Friday

Something incredible happened today; an amazing stroke of luck, something that has the potential to provide me with hours of entertainment.

Hence this diary.

I stopped at my uncle's pub on the way home from football practise. My dad had asked me to pick up some money he was owed.

I went in, sat at the bar and asked the barmaid to fetch my uncle from upstairs. My uncle's pub isn't the nicest place in town so I wasn't overly surprised to see one of the tables at the back covered with white powder. What I was surprised to see was my French teacher, Miss Truman, sat at said table.

My uncle had this place covered with CCTV I looked up and saw that, incredibly, the stupid bastards had a camera pointing right at them. Obviously this was too good an opportunity to let slip so I crept into the office out the back, quickly ejected all the DVDs that were being recorded onto and threw them into my bag.

When I got home I had too skim threw hours of footage but finally I out it - a perfect shot of Truman hoovering up a freshly chopped line of the devil's dandruff.

I've now got a great still printed out in front of me. Its a little grainy but no doubt it is her and no doubt what she is doing.

The only thing I've got to decide now is what to do with this gift I've been given!

Day 2 - Saturday

Well I've been thinking it over all day. Still not entirely sure what I am going to do though!

Day 3 - Sunday

Tomorrow is Monday so its time to make a decision.

I'm giving myself two options: for the first one I've printed off 100 copies of the still so I can just hand them round school. It will be fun watching chaos ensue.

The second one is a little more risky. On one of the stills I've printed a little message on the back, which goes something like this: 'Dear Miss Truman, please be aware of your picture on the reverse. If you do exactly what I say the only people to see this picture will be you and me. Don't do what I say and your career is over. I am in your French class at 11.00 tomorrow. You are to write your mobile number in the top-left hand corner of the white board. If it is not there you will regret it.'

So the plan now is fairly simple, I'll walk passed for classroom first-thing tomorrow morning, if I can pluck up the courage I'll drop in the note. If I feel it's too risky I'll just litter the school with the prints.

Day 4 - Monday

I went with option two!

Got into French today at 11 o'clock and there was her phone number exactly where I told her to put it. Didn't write it down - was worried that she be looking out for that - so spend the hour memorising it.

I text her as soon as I got home. 'Your instructions for tomorrow are as follows. You are to wear a low cut, baggy top. Before our lesson you are to remove your bra. You will make a conscious effort to lean in to your pupils as much as possible.'

Her reply was swift 'I can't do that. Please whoever you are stop this. I can give you money please. We are both going to get into trouble the longer this continues.'

I haven't replied and have no intention to. If she doesn't comply she'll be sorry.

Day 5 - Tuesday

The first thing I saw when I went into the lesson today was that she had an appropriate top on. It took me a little while to establish the bra situation. Unfortunately, after a while it was quite clear she had one on. She looked very flustered and uncomfortable. The lesson was a mess; she kept stuttering and was clearly distracted.

At this point I wasn't sure what to do. I don't want to go public, I want to continue having fun but I know if I let her get away with not doing as I instruct she will continue to do so and there will be no point in having had the video.

My dilemma was short lived. About twenty minutes into the lesson she excused herself and left us with an exercise to complete. Some five minutes later she returned bra-less. She went through the class leaning in to help people with their work. To my misfortune I wasn't one of the lucky few that got an eye-full. That doesn't matter though she completed her instructions and for the time being that's all that matters!

I got a message from her about half seven this evening. The text conversation went as follows:

SHE: I've done what you said. Now please stop

ME: Send me a picture of your cunt and we might be able to come to some kind of deal.

SHE: If you can assure me this'll be the last of it I will

ME: Send me the fucking picture right now!

20 minutes passed; then came the picture, her perfect little pussy, with just a neatly trimmed strip of hair. Of course i wasn't about to tell her it was perfect.

'What the fuck is that? If I wanted a bald pussy I'd fuck some tart at school. Next time I see that thing I want it hairy as can be. And by the way, if you thought you were going to get in trouble for the coke, imagine what trouble you'll be in when the police see a picture of a pussy on my phone sent from a teacher! Dumb bitch.'

She hasn't replied.

Day 9 - Saturday

I went three days without contacting her. I wanted to lure her into a false sense of security.

Earlier today I text her:

ME: What is your email address?

SHE: Why?

ME: I won't ask again!

She then replied with the address. I emailed her the following.

'Time for me to give you some homework for a change. Attached to this email is a video. I want a full review of it emailed to me by tomorrow morning.'

Her reply came an hour or so later:

SHE: I watched the video. Don't really know what to say. Starts off with two blonde lesbians, then I guy comes in, they give him oral sex and then he has sex with them before ejaculating in their mouth

ME: Did you enjoy the video?

SHE: No

ME: Why not?

SHE: Just didn't

ME: I'll have to give you some more challenging material next time then. Send me a picture of your tits

Her nice little titties soon arrived on my phone along with another text: 'How long are you going to make me do this?'

I haven't replied.

Day 10 - Sunday

I got caught smoking cannabis today. I'm having my phone and PC taken away from me for a month!

Day 20 - Wednesday

Luckily the month turned into just under two weeks with good behaviour.

I text Truman again this afternoon.

ME: I'm back. Did you miss me?

SHE: No. What do you want?

ME: I want to see how that pussy is coming along

A few minutes later a picture arrived. She has done exactly as I asked - her pussy is becoming much hairier. I text her back.

ME: Its looking good. Do you like it like that?

SHE: Its alright

ME: Keep growing it. There is a new video in your inbox. I want a review by tomorrow evening. Enjoy!

Day 22 - Friday

She text me at about 4 o'clock this afternoon saying she'd watched the video and had replied to my email. Her reply was a lot more vivid than the previous one.

'Its a German film. A dark haired girl is fucked by about 15 guys. One by one cum in her mouth and she spits all the spunk into a glass. At the end she swallows all the cum'

I text her as soon as I'd read her review.

ME: So you liked that one, did you?

SHE: This is wrong please leave me alone

Day 28 - Thursday

A strange thing happened today. Got home from school and out-of-the-blue she text me.

SHE: I'm getting very hairy

ME: Show me

In came the picture.

ME: Yes you are getting hairy. Think I'll wank one off over that

About 15 minutes later she replied.

SHE: Did you cum?

ME: No not yet. I need more encouragement. Have you got any toys?

That must have scared her off. She didn't reply.

Day 32 - Monday

She was wearing a sleeveless top in class today, which gave me an idea of how I could humiliate her further.

ME: Now you've stopped shaving your pussy I want you to stop shaving everywhere

SHE: I can't do that. Please!!!

ME: Then stop playing games. I want you to fuck yourself, with whatever you can find, and send me the pictures

Five minutes later a picture came in showing a dildo shoved up her cunt.

ME: Nice so you do have some toys! I hope you're still fucking yourself

SHE: I am

ME: Ring me and put the phone to your pussy

Within seconds my phone was ringing. I answered and could hear the squelching of her pussy as the dildo slid in and out. I listened for a few minutes before hanging-up.

ME: You sound really wet

SHE: I am very horny

ME: Do you want me to send you another video?

SHE: Ok

ME: What sort?

SHE: Like the last one

ME: What do you mean?

SHE: One with a dirty whore being cum on over by dozens of men

ME: I've only got one more like that and they don't just cum over her

SHE: What else do they do?

ME: They make her ***** their piss

Her were responses were very rapid up until this point. Her next reply was after a few minutes delay.

SHE: Send me it

ME: Its sent. Enjoy

That all happened about 4 hours ago, its now 3am and haven't had a reply yet.

Day 33 - Tuesday

My alarm went off at 7am this morning. The first thing I did was look down at my phone hoping she'd replied. Unfortunately she hadn't, so I text her.

ME: No reply? Take it you didn't like your movie?

Obviously the texts she'd sent me last night were pretty fantastic, and when I first started this little 'game' I never expected anything like that to happen, but it wasn't until I received her reply this morning I really appreciated the extent of what was happening.

SHE: Didn't like it? If i didn't like it then why is my pussy red raw right now!? I was fucking myself for about 2 hours straight. I can't believe the affect it had on me. I never even knew stuff like that existed. I'm getting horny again now just thinkingabout it. Fuck! I don't know how I'm going to go to school today!

I won't lie, reading that reply gave me an instant hard-on. But that was followed by an air of scepticism. I started to wonder if she is being genuine about how much she'd enjoyed the filth I've sent her or if she is playing along to keep me happy. At this stage I'm hoping the former is true, the thought that I am awakening a true nympho inside her is exciting to say the least.

I thought up an easy, if not quite foolproof, way to test this. Just before our lesson today I drafted a message on my phone saying: 'There's another video for you when you get home'. About half-way through the lesson, when the class was quiet, working through a text book, I slipped my hand into my pocket and hit send. A few seconds later her phone vibrated on the desk in front of her. She looked down and read my message. As she did she gently bit her lip and smiled. I was delighted.

She tapped away at her phone, sending a reply: 'Thank you. What sort is it? Lots of cum I hope'.

I had to wait until lunchtime before I responded.

ME: You'll have to wait and see won't you!

SHE: Fuck. I'm so horny. My pussy is soaking. You're turning me into such a slut

ME: Go to the toilet and finger fuck yourself

SHE: If my pussy wasn't so sore I would

ME: Fuck your arse then

SHE: I've never done that!

ME: Theres a first time for everything

I didn't hear back from her after that until I was walking home.

SHE: I'm going home now. Looking forward to watching the video. Been thinking about what you said all afternoon!

ME: So you going to do it then?

SHE: The thought of doing it is really turning me on

ME: You dirty fucking whore. You are seriously considering going home watching some disgusting porn and fucking your own arse?

She didn't reply after that but I was confident that when she watched the video I'd sent she would.

It is a bit different from the last two I've sent, it's an American film showing some bitch getting roughed up and loving it. Two guys throat fuck her, slap her about, make her lick their arses and just generally treat her like ****, while a woman behind the camera encourages them and verbally degrades the slut.

Sure enough about 9.30 this evening she text me.

SHE: Hello

ME: Hello. Having fun?

SHE: Not really

ME: Whats wrong?

SHE: Too horny

ME: Liked the video then?

SHE: Yes

ME: What was your favourite bit?

SHE: When they made her lick their cum off the floor

ME: I like that bit too. How's your pussy feeling?

SHE: Still really sore

ME: What about your arse then?

SHE: Feels good. Really good.

ME: How come?

SHE: Because i've got my finger up there

ME: Picture please!

The picture arrived. Her middle finger completed swallowed by her cute little arsehole.

ME: Fuck that looks good you dirty bitch!

SHE: It feels good too. Have i made you hard?

ME: Very hard

SHE: Can I have some more porn please?

ME: Yes you can. Choose: cum, piss or some more of the rough stuff?

SHE: Can't I have all 3?

ME: There on there way you dirty bitch

So its taken me 33 days to turn her into a porn-crazy anal whore. Can you imagine what I'm going to do with the next 33 days?

Saturday 26th November

I woke early this morning with a moderate hangover and a raging hard-on. I needed her answer to my final question.

'Good morning' I texted.

Her reply was disappointing. It made it clear that she was less than comfortable with last night's events. 'This has got to stop! You need to leave me alone', it read.

'Are you forgetting something? You owe me' I responded.

'I'll give you money, anything. Just stop making me do things! Please!'

'I don't want your money.'

'Well that's all I can offer you. I can't do anymore of these things you've made me do. I won't.'

I made no reply. It was time for action. I spent the rest of the morning creating aliases on various social networking sites. I then posted the pictures she'd sent of her tits and pussy across a number of different groups and forums, one of which is directly related to our school. I included no description or explanation.

'I think you should look at these' I texted her, along with half a dozen links that led to intimate photographs.

'What the fuck are you doing!' she quickly came back.

'Do as I say and they will be removed before the end of the day. If you don't, I am going to start adding descriptions. This is your final warning.'

'Okay, I'll do anything just take them down.'

'First, I want an apology.'

'I'm sorry. I promise I won't argue again.'

'Good, but you still need to be punished.'

'What do you mean?'

'You are going to send me a video. And in this video you're going to slap yourself ten times. If the slaps aren't hard enough I'll make you do it again.'

'Slap myself where?'

'Your pussy.'

I was apprehensive. I knew that I had demanded a lot of her, and, if she didn't comply, I knew I would have a big decision to make.

The video was dark and grainy. The hand that held the camera was visibly shaking. But none of that mattered. I had the video, and I could see and hear everything I needed to. Truman was perched on the end of her bed, naked from the waist down. Her free hand left the shot and then returned quickly, planting itself on the perfectly bald pussy at the centre of the frame. The smack, was accompanied by a whimper and the faint mumble of 'fuck'. A couple of deep breaths followed, before her free hand settled a few inches in front of her cunt. After one final deep breath the hand began moving back and forth in rapid succession, smacking hard each time. After the tenth strike the screen went black.

'Good. If you ever argue with me again the punishment will be far worse. Understand?'

'Yes.'

Monday 28th November

I was sat in the library this morning trying to study. All I could think of was Truman. I knew that contacting her at this time of day was somewhat futile, she was more than likely taking a lesson, but I couldn't help myself. 'Reply as soon as you get this' I sent her.

By the time she did reply, a couple of hours later, I was in a physics lesson. That wasn't going to hold me back though. I put my phone under my desk and began tapping away.

'Where are you?' I asked.

'I'm in the staff room' she responded.

'I want you to take a marker pen and go to the toilet. Text me you're sat in the cubicle.'

'I'm there' she confirmed, after a short wait.

'Good. Now write 'I love sucking cock' on the wall.'

The next message I received was a picture, displaying red graffiti against the faded blue of the partition wall.

'Now take your top off' I ordered.

'Done' she replied, within seconds.

'Write 'slut' across your tits.'

Another photo arrived, her beautiful tits, marked as I had instructed.

'I'm done with you. Go back to the staff room.' I told her.

This evening, I decided it was time to revisit Friday night, and see if I could dig deeper into her warmer-than-expected reaction to the second bukkake clip I'd sent. To do this I simply sent it again.

'That's the same video from before' she sent in response.

'I'm aware of that. Did you enjoy it this time?' I replied.

'No, I didn't enjoy it last time either. It's disgusting.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Believe what you like. Do you want anything else from me? I want an early night.'

I was disappointed, I had convinced myself she had enjoyed it. Perhaps I was wrong.

Tuesday 29th November

Today was a bad day. First my parents were on my case, for various reasons I won't go into. Then I was in trouble at school, for various reasons I won't go into. Josie then started hassling me, and her friends soon decided to join in too. Yes, I behaved terribly; yes, I'm an arsehole, but it's over. That was your fucking choice, now leave me the fuck alone! Finally I had work, which was as it always is, very long and very boring.

It was 9 o'clock, I was in my bedroom ******** a beer, sulking. I didn't plan on contacting Truman. I couldn't be bothered with anything that required even the slightest effort. I was going to finish my *****, have one more maybe, go to bed and forget that the day had ever happened.

My phone beeped. A new message from 'T-man'.

'Why the fuck are those pictures still online?' it read.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I typed, 'Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to me like that?'

'I'm sorry but you need to take those photos down. Please!'

I went to my computer and thumped away at the keyboard. Via my alias, I logged onto a popular social networking site. The picture I'd posted of her tits in our school group now had a handful of comments - 'Nice', 'WTF!', 'Who's this? lol' - along with a fifteen thumbs-up.

I added to the comments, 'Believe it or not this is a teacher of yours...'

I knew this was a risky move that could, if seen by the wrong person, lead to an investigation into the authenticity of the statement. But, in that moment, I did not give a fuck.

'You should look at this' I texted, along with a fresh link to the picture.

My phone started ringing, 'T-man' flashed across its screen.

Good, I thought to myself, she's panicking.

I rejected the call and sent another message. 'I'm not going to speak to you, but I will punish you.'

'I'll do anything. Just take that comment off' she replied.

'I want pegs on each of your nipples for 30 seconds.'

A video arrived soon after, showing a close-up of her naked chest. A clothes peg was attached to each tit. She seemed to cope well with the pain, her breathing was controlled, and there was no whimpering to be heard. The video lasted a whole minute, with the pegs clamped to the nipples throughout. I was in no mood to offer her praise for having exceeded my expectations, in fact, I was looking for any fault I could find.

'Who said you could clean your chest?' I asked, referring to the instructions I'd given yesterday.

'Sorry' she replied.

Shortly after I was looking at a photo showing that she had not only re-annotated her tits, but she had also re-attached the pegs.

I was still reluctant to commend her, so instead I sent her instruction for tomorrow.

'In the morning you're going to dres in a skirt for school. No tights, no panties' I told her.

'Okay' she replied.

Wednesday 30th November

I had a lesson with her this morning. She wore a light pink blouse and importantly, she had on a skirt. There were definitely no tights underneath the skirt, but, naturally, it was difficult to determine whether or not she was pantyless. At every given opportunity I would stare intently at her arse, to see if there was any hint of a panty-line; there wasn't.

It was my intention to demand photographic evidence to confirm all my instructions had been completed, but unfortunately the day ran away from evening.

This evening too, lacked for any real interaction. I sent her a message around six o'clock, asking if she was home. She replied to say she was having dinner with her friend.

I then went on an unscheduled outing to the pub, and didn't give her much thought.

Thursday 1st December

This morning I woke up to a text message from Josie that read 'I'm not going to school today. I'm home alone. And very horny.'

I ended up spending the whole day with her. I fucked her every way I could imagine, all the while wishing she was Truman.

After I was done fucking her I was ready to leave, ready to walk out and prove I am the arsehole her friends keep telling her to stay away from. But she gave me those puppy dog eyes, and before I knew it we were sharing a starting platter at the local Chinese restaurant.

I got home late, and confused. I was in no mood to contact Truman.

Friday 2nd December

Today was another hectic Friday. Before I'd even left the house this morning I'd had one friend calling me about a game of football after school, and another trying to arrange this evening's ******** venues. I also had a string of texts from Josie, which were swiftly ignored.

With a full day at school, and a shift at work, on top of the plans I'd been making, I resigned myself to this being the third successive day that would see minimal contact between Truman and me.

I was very wrong. At about eleven o'clock this evening, I was sat in the local pub with my friends, and I felt a vibration in my pocket. I assumed it would be Josie, so ignored it. Half an hour or so passed and I headed to the toilet to take a piss. There were two new messages on my phone. The first a text from Truman that read 'The writing is beginning to disappear'. The second was a picture of her tits still bearing now faded letters of the word slut.

'You better re-write it' I texted, hurriedly. In less than a minute, another photo arrived.

'Are you at home' I asked.

'Yes' she replied.

'Are you alone?'

'Yes.'

I had now made my excuses and was walking home from the pub.

'Have you been ******** wine?' I quizzed.

'Yes I have' she answered.

'I want to see the empty bottle in your cunt.'

The next picture nearly brought on an eruption in my pants. It showed a dark red bottle with its entire neck buried in her hairless pussy.

'What now?' she asked, as I was still taking in the picture.

'Fuck yourself with it' I instructed.

I had to read to her next message a three or four times to convince myself I wasn't imagining it. 'Can I watch some porn while I fuck myself' it read.

I forwarded her a link to a favourite scene of mine. A man and woman in a toilet cubicle; he's rough with her, very rough. He slaps her face, spits in face, fucks her face, until she gags, and then pushes her head into to toilet bowl while he fucks her hard from behind.

I waited impatiently for her next reply. It came some fifteen minutes later, in the form of a video.

She was laying down on her bed, completely naked. Her knees were hitched up, the bottle was going in and out of her pussy. She moved the camera to show a laptop sitting on a bedside table; the clip I'd sent was playing. The camera returned to her, and the speed with which she fucked herself increased. 'Fuck,' she kept repeating, 'fuck, fuck, fuck.' She was going to cum. She began screaming in ecstasy and the screen went black.

'You came?' I enquired.

'Yes, I did' she confirmed.

'Did I say you could cum?'

'No, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.'

'You need to be punished.'

'Okay.'

I was so turned on that my hand was now shaking.

'Suck the bottle clean.' I ordered.

Minutes later I was watching her running her tongue along the bottle's neck. The visible marks that she had left earlier were disappearing as she circled the glass. She looked into the camera and smiled, then took the bottle neck into her mouth. She worked it back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more pace. I wished more than I'd ever wished for anything that I could be that bottle. Soon it was moving so fast that she started to gag. This didn't deter her though, she pushed the bottle further down her throat, and held it there. She went without a breath for at least half a minute before pulling the bottle free.With mascara running down her cheeks, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath of air. Finally, she turned to the camera, smiled again, and the video ended.

It was all too much for me; I now had a mess of my own mess to clean up.

Saturday 3rd December

I knew I had delicate situation to handle. Last night's excitement was almost undoubtedly fueled by her ******* intake, and it was therefore highly likely that she would be regretting her actions.

I decided not to mention it, and instead set her a fairly simple task. I told her that, at some point over the weekend, I expect her to go a busy carpark and finger fuck herself.

She gave no reply, not even to confirm receipt, but I remain confident that during the course of tomorrow I will be watching her carry out my instruction.

Sunday 4th December

Around 1pm I was lazing on the sofa watching some crap on TV, when my phone beeped. I smiled, and retreated to my bedroom, knowing that I now had something far more interesting to be watching.

The car park was familiar, a retail park just the other side of town. She panned the camera around, showing that it was moderately active, with around a third of all the spaces occupied. The camera moved down, as she slid forward slightly in her seat and rolled up her skirt. She wore no underwear. Then came as very pleasant surprise, her free-hand left the shot and returned with a small pink dildo.

The toy headed straight for her pussy. As she began sliding it in and out, there were audible indications that she was aroused. She continued for a couple of minutes, the fuck-rate increasing, along with her moaning.

Suddenly she stopped. She moved the camera up and pointed it out the window, just a few yards away a woman was getting into her car. The video ended.

Monday 5th December

I had a lesson with Truman this morning. I couldn't help but stare at her for long periods, the whole time questioning if the weekend's events had been real. Had I really coaxed this beautiful, respectable woman into the performing of such debauch acts? Surely it was all just a figment of my imagination?

The longer I stared at her, the more I wanted her. Frustration was taking hold of me. I wanted to ***** her over her desk, to rip off her panties, to fuck her so hard that she'd scream and cry until her body couldn't take anymore. I wanted her mouth, her cunt, her breath. I wanted my cum on her and in her.

By the time I left the classroom my frustration was turning to anger.

'Where are you?' I asked her at lunchtime.

'I'm in the staff room,' she replied.

I was looking for any excuse to chastise her.

'Address me properly you fucking whore!' I insisted.

'Sorry Sir. I'm in the staff room Sir,' she corrected.

'Are you wearing panties today?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Did I say you could wear panties today?'

'No, sorry Sir.'

'Take them off.'

Within minutes I was looking at her black panties screwed up on the toilet floor.

'Have you ever been fucked up the arse?' I questioned.

'No Sir I haven't' came her reply.

'Why not?'

'I don't know Sir.'

'Have you ever fingered your arse?'

'No Sir.'

'Well what are you waiting for?'

The next photo showed her tight little arsehole engulfing the middle finger of her left hand.

'Does that feel good?' I asked.

'I'm not sure Sir' she replied.

This brief exchange had cooled my rage, but the frustration was still with me. After school I had a four-hour shift at work, during which I thought of little but Truman. More specifically, I thought of little but me fucking Truman. I walked through the logistics in my mind, and found nothing but obstacles. The crucial issue, I surmised, would be my loss of anonymity. Allowing her to discover my identity would be far too great a risk to take at this stage; it could end the game, or, worse, get me into some serious trouble. Accepting this, I questioned the feasibility of fucking her without revealing myself. A mask maybe? This seemed a little far fetched but I gave it some thought. I was actually on the verge of concluding it could work when I considered the legality. Yes, what I've been doing up to now is undoubtedly outside of the law, but fucking her, without full consent? That might be taking it a tad too far.

I left work defeated. On the drive home I reached for my phone and sent a text.

'I'm coming over to your house right now, and I am going to fuck you very hard' the message read.

Unfortunately, the recipient was Josie.

Tuesday 5th December

I woke up this morning, freezing cold, on the back seat of my car. Josie lay next to me, her head resting against. my shoulder.

We decided to take the day off school. Things were going great, it was if we'd never been apart. I started to remember how much she had meant to me, and regret having ever let her get away.

If something feels too good to be true it all too often is too good to be true. One of her friends phoned, asking why she wasn't in school. All her friends are ************ little bitches - who think far too much of themselves - but the girl who rang, Emily, is the worst of them. By the time their conversation had finished, Josie was in floods of tears, and questioning if I could really commit to her this time around. I did my best to assure her I would, but it wasn't good enough. We were soon in the midst of a heated argument, centred on my past infidelities.

It was early evening when I arrived home. I was full of anger and resentment; I needed to let off some steam.

'Where are you?' I asked Truman.

'I'm home Sir,' she replied, instantly.

'Send me a picture.'

'Of what Sir?'

'Anything.'

I was soon looking at her naked tits, which still bore the word slut. It was a nice enough picture, but nothing exciting, nothing I hadn't seen before. I wanted something new, something different.

I decided to find out if she had a webcam. She confirmed there was one built into her laptop, but claimed she didn't know how to use it. I told her to set-up an account on a popular instant messaging service, and to download the corresponding application. I gave her the username for an alias I had created and a few minutes later I was accepting a new contact request from 'dfc7777'.

'Is that you?' I typed, my hands a little shakey.

'Yes, it is Sir' she replied.

I initiated a video call, safe in the knowledge that there was no camera attached to my own computer.

Truman sat on her bed, legs crossed looking down towards the camera. The room was dimly-lit. She wore what appeared to be pyjama bottoms and a hooded sweatshirt. Her hair was tied back.

She waved at the camera and then leaned forward to type.

'Do I not get to see you Sir?' she questioned.

'Of course not, you stupid slut,' I responded, 'I'm in a bad enough mood as it is without you asking me dumb questions.'

'Why are you in a bad mood Sir? Is it something I've done?'

'Take off your top' I ordered, ignoring her question.

She pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and threw it to one side, revealing a black bra underneath.

'Shall I take my bra off too Sir?' she asked.

'No,' I instructed, 'leave it on but take your tits out.'

She pulled both cups of the bra down and her tits fell free.

'Now smack one' I wrote.

Her left hand went up above her right tit and came back down with moderate *****.

'Harder' I demanded.

Again the hand went up and down, impacting twice as hard as her first attempt had.

'Harder!' I repeated.

This time the hand went high above her head and crashed down with such ***** that the camera rocked.

I still wanted more. 'Hit it harder you fucking cunt!' I demanded.

Her hand went higher and crashed back down, and then she repeated it, not just once, not even twice, but three times, each strike more vicious than the last. When she was done her tit had a fiery glow, her breathing was rapid and tears ran down her flushed cheeks.

'Go and get your dildo' I ordered, consciously making no attempt to acknowledge her efforts.

She disappeared from the screen, and returned within seconds, dildo in hand.

'Suck it' I instructed.

With the base gripped tightly in her right hand she began moving it in and out of her mouth.

'Guess what you're going to do next' I typed.

'Fuck myself Sir?' she replied, breaking off her plastic fellatio.

'Yes. But not your pussy.'

'My arse Sir?'

'Yes.'

'Now Sir?'

'Yes.'

She nervously bit her lip, shuffled away from the camera and began sliding her pyjama bottoms down her legs; she wore no panties.

'What are you?' I asked.

She leaned forward again, to answer my question via her keyboard.

'No!' I stopped her, 'don't type it, say it!'

'I...I'm' she stuttered, quietly, 'I am a slut.'

'Louder!' I typed.

'I'm a slut' she repeated, still not loud enough.

'Louder!'

'I am a fucking slut.'

'Louder! Tell your neighbours, you fucking whore!'

'I am slut,' she shouted, 'I'm a dirty fucking slut!'

'Good, now put that plastic cock in your fucking arsehole!'

She threw herself down on to the bed, lifted her bum and planted the toy in its target.

I sat back, cock in hand, to enjoy the show. It had an uncomfortable beginning. There were a chorus of distressed moans, accompanied by numerous profanities, as she cautiously moved the dildo in and out.

Within a couple of minutes she began to relax. The moans continued, but not all were quite so pained. The repeated outburst of 'fuck' seemed to have evolved from 'fuck, that hurts' to 'fuck, that actually feels okay.' Soon, it was more akin to 'fuck, that does feel good' and then 'fuck, that feels really good.' Her free hand was lightly caressing the inside of her thigh. She wanted to touch herself.

I was now pulling on my cock so hard I knew I had only seconds before there would be an explosion. I reached for a box of tissues, but then stopped. Why waste a perfectly good load of cum? I asked myself.

'Stop!' I wrote. She looked up at the screen as my message sounded its beep. 'That's enough for tonight,' I continued, 'I'm going to bed.'

That was a of course a brazen lie, there was no possibility of me ******** in my current state. I jumped in a cold shower, and thought through my plan for tomorrow.

Wednesday 7th December

7.30am, as usual, I was woken by my alarm. Today instead of reaching for the snooze button I found my phone and began tapping away, to put my plan into action. 'You can wear your panties to school today' I texted.

9.05am, sat in a maths lesson I initiated stage two of the plan. I sent her a message telling her that she was to go to a specific cubicle in the boy's toilets, where she would remove and hide the panties I had so graciously allowed her to wear.

10.28am, I was studying in the library, when I received confirmation from Truman. 'They are under the toilet brush holder Sir' her message read.

12.29pm, I took a lunchtime trip to the toilet, heading to a very specific cubicle. The panties were a dark blue cotton. I wrapped them around my cock, and began pumping away. I came quickly, my fat load soiling a large portion of the knickers. I then began wrapping them using toilet paper and a roll of sticky tape I had stashed in my bag. Once the parcel was back under the toilet brush where I had found it, and I was far away from the scene of the crime, I sent another message, telling Truman to retrieve it. She was given strict instructions not to unwrap the paper.

8pm, I arrived home from work, wolfed down some dinner and darted up the stairs to my bedroom, locking the door firmly behind me.

'Are you home?' I texted.

'Yes I am Sir.' she replied.

'Did you pickup the package?'

'Yes Sir I did.'

'Go to your webcam.'

Finally the real fun could begin. The scene was much the same as it had been yesterday evening , she sat on her bed, looking down on the camera. Tonight she wore a white t-shirt. By her side lay the crudely wrapped panty package, and her pink fuck-toy.

'Have you any idea what I'm about to make you do?' I asked, via the instant messenger.

'No Sir,' she typed in response, 'I don't.'

'Does that scare you?'

'A little Sir.'

'Does it excite you?'

'It does Sir.'

I took a deep breath to compose myself. 'Open your present' I instructed.

She picked up the parcel, her hands trembling, and began tearing away the tissue. Slowly, she pulled the panties free.

'Can you see what I've done to them?' I questioned.

'Yes Sir, you have cum on them.' Her breathing deepened, and her face flushed red.

'Take off your clothes,' I demanded.

She edged away from the camera and began to undress.

'Are you wet?' I asked as she threw her bra to the side of the bed. In reply she entered two fingers into her naked pussy and produced a substantial squelch.

'Pick up your toy,' I ordered next. 'Do you want to fuck yourself?' I followed.

'Yes,' she said outloud, 'I really want to.'

'You really want to what?'

'I really want to fuck myself, Sir.'

'You have my permission.'

She leaned back and planted her toy into her cunt. I watched for 3 or 4 minutes as the dildo brought her close to climax.

'Do you want to taste my cum?' I asked.

She continued fucking herself, and nodded her head. I wasn't able to finish typing my next instruction. It would have told her to stop what she was doing, to pick up the panties and to lightly run her tongue across the gusset. But before my fingers could even reach the keyboard, she had taken the panties and stuffed them in their entirety into her mouth. The speed with which she fucked herself increased. I could hear her sucking on the cum-stained underwear.

My hand found my cock, knowing that I didn't have long before she would be cumming, and the show would be over. Muffled screams soon escaped her panty-filled mouth, and she fell back onto the bed. My balls erupted.

As I watched her laying there, trying to regain her composure, with deep uncontrolled breaths, I made a big decision. Regardless of the obstacles and risk that may lay in my path, I will, in the near future be fucking this slut.

Thursday 8th December

I woke up this morning tingling with excitement. Over night I had thought through numerous plans that I truly believed would end with me fucking Miss Truman. They were risky and none of them were perfect, but I genuinely believed that more than one of could work.

Tonight I go bed heartbroken. A silly mistake has ended my hopes and ended the game.

I was sat in a lesson of hers today. The class was working quietly, when my phone started to ring aloud in my pocket. I always turn it off before a lesson, always. I reached quickly to reject the call. As I lifted it out my heart sank and my stomach turned.

The word 'slut' flashed across the screen.

Thursday 22nd December

It's been two weeks since my last diary entry.

After leaving the classroom that day I drove straight home, and hid in my bedroom. I barely left it for a whole week. I didn't go to school, I didn't go to work, I didn't see my friends. I told my parents I was ill and, thankfully, they asked few questions.

When I did return to school a week later I went straight to my head of year and pleaded for permission to drop English. I was flatly refused.

When attending her lessons I now don't say a word, and I avoid eye-contact at all costs.

I've made no attempt to contact her, and have had no intention to. I've deleted her phone number, and, reluctantly, I also deleted all the pictures and videos she had sent me.

Today was the last day of the school term before the Christmas holidays. Most my friends were heading out for some ****** this evening, but I wasn't in the mood. Instead I went home and watched a couple of films.

Just after midnight, as I lay spread out across the sofa, my phone beeped.

The message was from an unknown number.

'Are you missing me?' it read.

'Who is this?' I replied quickly, not daring to hope.

'Have you forgotten me already?' came the next reply.

I sat up. My stomach fluttered.

'Is this Miss T?' I sent nervously.

'Yes Joe, this is Miss T.'

I took a deep breath.

'Have you missed me?' she asked again.

'Yes!' I replied.

'Well don't be a stranger. Speak to you soon x'

Friday 23rd December

I lay awake for hours last night wondering if I should continue the conversation. Her last message had been very final; she wanted to speak 'soon', not now. There were dozens of questions I wanted to ask, but I convinced myself that I shouldn't ask them. Not yet anyway.

Today I woke up with a plan: let her come to me.

That plan died a death at around 4pm.

'Why did you text me last night?' I asked.

'I don't know. I shouldn't have,' she replied.

I wanted to punch the wall.

'You must know!' I demanded.

A couple of hours past, in the absence her reply, I lost all discipline and bombarded her with messages.

'Don't fucking ignore me!'

'Send me a picture now!'

'I'm going to the police!'

The messages continued, on reflection, each one reads more pathetic and desperate than its predecessor.

Tuesday 3rd January

The Christmas break has been and gone, today was my first day back at school. And what a day it was.

I arrived around 9 o'clock. I had a maths lesson first thing, followed by English with Miss Truman - something I'd been dreading the entire holiday. Before my maths lesson I went to my locker to get some books. Waiting for me there was a present far greater than anything I had received over Christmas.

A large white envelope sat on top of my text books. In block capitals it was addressed to SIR. I threw it into my bag and made a beeline for the nearest toilet.

Inside there was a black thong, and a hand-written note.

'Dear Sir,

I am deeply sorry for the way I've behaved.

I will do anything to be your slut again. I know I must be punished.

Please take me back.

Your Slut'

My cock was so hard it hurt; my hand was shaking uncontrollably as shoved the panties into my pocket.

The maths lesson was a write-off. I didn't hear a word of what I was being taught.

Walking over to my English class I was excited, nervous and more than a little nauseous. I was confused when I entered the room, as were my classmates. All the tables had be rearranged, and were pushed to the wall. A single desk remained in the clearing.

'What's going on?' one of the girls asked Truman.

'We're doing a practice exam today' she explained, her cheeks bright red, 'all the desks have name tags. Can you find your seats as quickly as possible please?'

There were numerous protests from the other members of class. Some claiming it was unjust for us to have an exam sprung upon us without prior knowledge. Others questioned why the exam required the seating alterations. She fended off the revolt and everyone started to take their seats. I looked for mine.

'I can't find my seat Miss,' I explained.

'I must have forgotten you,' she said, casually looking round the room, 'just sit there'.

She pointed to the desk in front of hers. The one desk that could see hers during today's lesson.

I sat down and tried to make eye contact, but she was very deliberately avoiding it.

Ten minutes passed. My eyes hadn't left her, but she remained focused on the paperwork in front of her. When she did look up she still resisted my gaze. I was beginning to grow frustrated, when her hand moved to her chest. My initial assumption was that she was relieving an itch. A button on her blouse popped open. And then another. And another.

I could now see a black bra beneath the blouse. Peeking up from below it were three lines drawn in red marker pen, which I knew formed part of the word 'slut'.

My eyes were drawn to movement under her desk. She slowly began to spread her legs. I shook my head in disbelief, as her bald cunt came into view.

I looked back up and finally made eye contact. She smiled, bit her lip and pulled her phone out from under some books on her desk. I returned the smile, and reached quickly for my phone.

'You filthy whore,' I texted.

'Are you hard?' she replied.

I looked up and nodded.

'Are you wet?' I asked. She echoed my nod.

An idea sprang into my head from no where.

'I want you to pick a girl in this room,' I instructed.

'Any girl?' she wrote back with a confused frown.

'The one you think is the prettiest.'

I surveyed the room myself for a moment. It was an easy decision to make. Josie's friend Emily was sat directly to her left. I hate this girl, but she is truly stunning. Golden blond curls, perfect tits, perfect arse and a smidgen of puppy fat, that enhances rather that detracts from her appeal.

Truman didn't disappoint, 'I'd say Emily,' she replied, still looking a little baffled.

'Okay. Here's what I want,' I started to explain, 'It's a Friday night. You've put the little whore in detention. The whole school has emptied. Just the two of you remain. I want you to tell me what happens.'

She smiled and started tapping away at her phone.

'She comes into my classroom,' she began, 'I tell her to sit down and give her some work to complete.

'She does as she is told to begin with, and I start marking some books. Ten minutes pass, I look up and I notice she is watching something on her phone.

'I storm over and angrily tell her to hand it over. She refuses, so I snatch it from her. As I do I notice what I assume is a porn video is playing on the screen.

'On closer inspection I see the video is not porn. It's actually Emily on screen...sucking on a big fat cock. I can't take my eyes off the screen.

She asks if I like what I'm seeing. I tell her 'no', but she sees straight through me. Standing up, she grabs my hair and ****** me to my knees.

''You're going to do exactly as I say' she tells me lifting up her skirt. She pulls her panties to one side and orders me to eat her teenage cunt.'

I looked up at this point. The pink glow in Truman's cheeks had her turned to a fiery red. Her legs were spread as wide as possible. She continued to tap away at her phone, engrossed in her fantasy. I had to pinch myself. For the last two weeks I had been moping in the belief that my game with this slut had ended in shattering defeat, and now it was back on, full-throttle.

'I try to resist. I tell her to let me go, or she'll be in big trouble. A vicious slap lands straight across the face'

'She leans down bringing her face within an inch of mine. 'Suck my fucking cunt,' she demands, biting her lip.

'I timidly stick out my tongue. She laughs and ****** my face straight into her wet pussy. I start licking, she moans. I lick faster and she moans harder.

'I bring my hands up and I spread her lips so I can probe deeper. Her cunt tastes amazing. I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit again and again. Her knees start to weaken, and I'm told to stop.

'She walks over to a chair at the back of the class, sits down and orders me to crawl to her, on all fours.

'I do as I'm told. She spreads her legs as I reach her and grabs my hair. I greedily shove my tongue back into her pussy.'

Again, I looked up. She had now stopped typing. She was staring at me, breathing heavily.

'Why have you stopped?' I asked, frowning.

'I can't do anymore Sir. Not without touching myself.'

I looked around the room. For a crazy second I thought, so touch yourself.

'Okay,' I typed, coming to my senses, 'that's enough for now. But as soon as this lesson is over I want you to go to the toilet and finish. Understand?'

'Yes Sir,' she replied, with a smile.

A very long half an hour later, I was sitting in a toilet cubicle myself, waiting patiently.

'Hello Sir?' she texted.

'I'm waiting...'

'May I touch myself please Sir?'

'Yes. Now continue!'

'I am still licking her sweet young pussy. I can feel she is close to cumming. Her hand tightens its grip on my hair. 'She's going to cum,' I think to myself. But I'm wrong.

'She yanks my head back, away from her pussy. She tells me to undress. I'm soon standing naked in front of her. She picks up a ruler from the nearest desk.

'With a sadistic smile, she tells me I've got a choice to make. 'You can let me smack your pussy with this ruler...or you can ***** my hot piss. Which is it to be?'

'I drop immediately to my knees and open my mouth. 'You want the piss?' she asks, surprised. 'No,' I tell her 'I want both''

And there the fantasy ended.

'Sir. I need to cum Sir. Please may I cum?' she pleaded.

'Do it,' I replied.

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Caleb's Day


I wake up with my thirteen year old boner rubbing against the bed sheet. The sensitive dickhead is leaking all over the place, but I don't want to jerk off, because Mr Jenkins at school will probably want me to masturbate for him before first hour. But I'll get to that later. It seems right away like it might be a good day, well better than average anyway. That is mainly because I hear my dad fucking my sister in the room next door. I know it's Nan because she always makes a high whimpering sound when he plows her. She kind of cries in tiny little bursts. Dad also fucks her so hard I can hear the sound of his big balls slapping against her cunt and ass. At least that means that Dad won't be fucking my ass this morning. That leaves Lester. But the thumping I hear coming from another part of the house, the master bedroom, tells me that Lester is fucking my ******. Lester is my dads friend and ******** buddy who just got out of prison. Lester is six foot five and black as coal. His body is covered with home made, or rather prison made, tattoos.

Well, this is the second victory of the morning, and I have not even gotten up out of bed yet. If Lester is fucking my ******, then he won't be coming into my room with his fucking huge eleven incher dripping for some thirteen year old boy ass. Lester from the way he tells it, never used to enjoy boy ass and mouth, but being in prison taught him to enjoy sex where he can get it, and boy does he do that. Not my dad on the other hand, loves boy ass and mouth. He is just a dirty fucking sadist and loves to hurt me for his own pleasure. That started way back when I was eight or nine. Hell, I been living with it so long, I know how to deal with it. What I don't like, well, one thing I don't like is when he makes me fuck my Mom. I feel bad enough for her that Dad and all of his friends use her on a daily basis. They are all bunch of fucking sadists as far as I am concerned. It's not just sex. They love to hurt her and slap her tits and make her crawl for then. They whip her ass and fuck her cunt and asshole and mouth at the same time. They piss on her and into her mouth and all kinds of nasty things I don't even want to write about. And she has no choice but to take it. Dad always told her, if she made trouble, he would hurt us kids. Fuck, he hurts us anyway. Well, for my thirteenth birthday, he made me fuck my mom. He had a bunch of his buddies over to watch. It was gruesome. I had to prance around naked with them all feeling my dick and balls. Then my mom had to suck my dick hard, which never takes long, even if it's your mom you're going to fuck. **** when you are thirteen, it's always hard. Mom cried and told me it was all right and that she loved me. The guys laughed. I cried too and for some reason said I was sorry, but the whole thing wasn't my fault. Anyway, Then I had to fuck my mom in the cunt and ass and even titty fuck her. I had to shoot my load up her cunt, and this freaked Mom as she was afraid of getting pregnant with her own **** kid. Not that she would know whose kid it was if she did get pregnant with all those dicks going in her. Unless she did some kind of test or something, which none of the guys would submit to. However if she did get preggies and the brat came out black, she would know it was Lester's or Arloe's or Throwback's. Well, not necessarily, it could be one of the dudes at one of those parties Dad takes Mom to where he lets ten or fifteen guys fuck the **** out of her.

The point here is I had to fuck her for my thirteenth birthday. And every now and then, just for sadistic fun, he makes me fuck her. I'd say two or three times a week. We're used to it now, so we don't mind so much, but I'd still rather not. Now I am of two minds about fucking Nan. I mean, my mind hates it cause I know she hates it, but my thirteen year old boy body can't help respond to her thirteen year old cute cunt body. Nan is my twin sister. Dad and Lester seem to never tire of making me fuck Nan while they watch. "Young Love in blossom" they call it.

But it's all a trade off, isn't it? Nan would rather have me fuck her than Lester or Dad cause I am much more gentle, and I am kind to her. Of course they make me piss in her mouth and do nasty things like shove a beer bottle up her cunt, but she knows I don't do that from my own free will. Her life is much worse than mine, so I guess I am pretty lucky.

This particular morning, I am not totally lucky. As I am padding to the bathroom to shower, Lester gives a holler for me to get my ass into the Master bedroom. I should explain our bathrooms to you. You might be interested. They have no doors on them. We have to **** and piss with anyone who passes watching. Dad likes it that way. Mom and Nan and I also have to be bare assed naked around the house at all times. Even though I grew up that way, I still get embarrassed, somehow even more now that my dick is growing pretty big. Dad says I'll have a nine incher like his. That's one of the reasons Mr. Jenkins likes to watch me jerk off. But more about that later.

I am called into the Master Bedroom by Lester who is just finishing up fucking my ******. His fucking dick is so huge, there is just no way that it is not going to really hurt anybody he fucks. My poor asshole stays open for almost the whole day after he fucks me. And I ache all the time back there between Lester and Dad's big dicks. Not to mention Coach Adams. I wouldn't have Coach Adams and half the Varsity eighth grade football team fucking my ass if it were not for that fucking Mr. Jenkins.

So there I am standing bare assed at the foot of the bed, watching big black Lester pull his slime covered eleven inch hunk of fuckmeat out of my Mom's asshole. It's her asshole this morning, although I can see from how red her cunt is, he's been there too. He turns around on the bed, a big toothy smile cracking his dark black face.

"Clean me up, Faggot!" he growls, in a not really unfriendly way. It's just the way he always talks. 'Clean me up...as opposed to what? cleaning him down? Well, clean him down might be more appropriate since I got to lick his cunt and ass slopped dick clean and then lick all the cum and ass and cunt juice drippings from his enormous ball sack as well. Lester likes to be clean. Rather than shower, he likes to make Nan lick his body clean. I don't mind telling you, it's one of her least favorite things int he world to do. One of my least favorite things to do is coming up next.

After I get the black fucker all shiny and clean and swallow all the cum and cunt and ass slop, which tastes like ****, and that is no joke, Lester tells me to get to work and get my ****** clean. That's right. I have to lick and suck my Mom's cunt and asshole clean. I must suck Lester's spunk from my ******'s asshole.

"Morning Caleb honey," my ****** says, a sweet smile on her face. She does love me. She has apologized hundreds of times for our miserable life. She strokes my hair while I suck her cunt and ass, and I like that. I love my mom. Then Lester grabs me by the hair and yanks me away from my mom.

" I gots to take a wicked piss," he growls.

"I'll do it Lester," my mom says, trying to save me from the horrible task. But Lester is having none of that. He slaps my mom.

"I wants the boy to do it! You just do as you are told!" He positions my face in front of his humongous flaccid prick. The dickhead is like an apple. I open my mouth as I have been taught to do. I dare not close my eyes, even though if piss gets in them it really stings. Lester would tell you it's my fault for not taking and swallowing all the piss in my little face cunt of a mouth. When Lester pisses, it really gushes. Like water from a fucking fire hose. His piss stream is much stronger than Dad's.

Speaking of Dad, I hear him coming down the hall. I also hear Nan whimpering. Dad is walking down the hall with his dick buried up Nan's cunt, with her bent over walking in front of him. Her just developed tits are swinging to the rhythm of the "fuck walk."

"We having a party in here?" Dad asks, a bright smile on his face. "I'm about ready to unload, so Caleb can suck my scum out of his sister's cunt and clean my dick too."

By the time I have finished swallowing all of Lester's steaming yellow piss, my dad has shot up Nan's pussy. Now I have to admit, I don't mind licking my sister's cunt. Hell, I am a normal thirteen year old boy, and what normal thirteen year old boy would mind licking a pretty thirteen year old pussy? I don't much care for the globs of my dad's cum, but you got to take the bad with the good.

It's been a good morning. Our morning sex session is almost over and no body has gotten whipped with a belt, nobody has gotten pins or thumb tacks stuck into them, nobody has gotten a bottle or other objects shoved up their pussy or asshole. A pretty fucking good morning.

Nan and I shower together, Dad makes us. We actually enjoy it now. It brings us closer. Then we get dressed and rush off to school. Mom has made sandwiches for our lunch. We don't like them because as a kind of joke, Dad makes her use the cum of his buddies as mayonnaise. So we have summer sausage and cum, or ham and cum. And we don't dare toss them out. Oh no, Dad has a way of knowing when we are lying when he asks us if we ate our lunches. Dad seems to know everything. I long ago stopped trying to fool Dad.

At school, Nan trots off to see her kind of boyfriend Matt, while I report to Mr. Jenkins' office. Mr. Jenkins is the school guidance counselor. Somehow, he got me to confess to him some of the things that went on at home. I guess I stupidly thought he might be able to help. He warned me that my sister and I would go to reform school and my parents to prison. That sucks! So I was fucked up once again. Mr. Jenkins likes young boys. He likes young boys very much. He has the perfect job.

In Mr. Jenkins' office, I am ****** to strip bare assed naked. Mr. Jenkins tongue kisses me and slops spit down my throat. He also loves to spit into my face and watch it dry. I am made to climb up on his desk and play with my prick and balls and asshole. He loves to make me bend over and spread my ass cheeks and stick fingers up my own ass for him. I tell Mr. Jenkins that I have an important test today, and I need to look over some material, but he could give a ****. He makes me stand with my legs spread and masturbate my dick for him. Sometimes he takes photos which he shares on the internet with friends. Some days he makes me shove a big dildo up my ass and fuck myself for his pleasure. But most days, I jerk off until I shoot my load on the desk or on the floor. And then I have to crawl around and lick it up. Mr. Jenkins is teaching me to be neat. then he bends me over his desk or takes me to his couch and fucks me like there is no tomorrow. He is by far the roughest fucker I have ever known, but his dick is not all that huge, so it doesn't hurt as much as Lester.

The pattern varies, but only slightly. Some days, He will make me squat and **** his cum out of my ass and then lick it up. He calls me "Fucking Faggot" while I do it. I don't know where he got that from, but it seems to have grown in popularity as now lots of the boys in the school also call me fucking faggot. Thank God, I will move on to the high school next semester and hopefully all of this will be over. Some days he makes me go to classes with a big rubber dildo up my ass. I fucking hate that. Not only does it hurt like hell, but it is just plain uncomfortable. And on top of that, some of the jocks in my grade found out about it, thanks to Coach Adams, and so they take me into the toilets between classes and make me show then if I have a dildo up my ass or not. I also have to suck them off and lick out the urinals. Most of that rough stuff is because of Coach Adams. He is a fucking sadist. How I hate Mr. Jenkins for telling the coach about me.

Coach Adams loves to take a belt or a wet towel to my ass. He enjoys burning my ball sack with his cigar. He gets off on twisting and stretching my tits until they are all red and raw and standing out like fucking bitch teats. He does nasty things just for fun, like putting me in a gym locker and leaving me there all day, with a dirty jock strap in my mouth. Stupid stuff. Stuff that makes no sense to you or me. The worst is that he lets his favorite eighth grade boys fuck me and makes me suck them off after football practice. And he lets them play stupid games with me too, like "Slap Caleb's Ball Bag!" and "How many fingers can you get up Caleb's asscunt?" Last week, that fucking coach actually shoved the handle of a tennis racquet up my ass and made me dance that way for the boys. They thought it was hysterically funny. I did not!

And poor Nan is in for a bad time as well, because her "boyfriend" Matt is a really nasty jock. I know because he fucks my face and ass. He is the meanest boy in eighth grade, and he intends to share her pussy with the entire varsity football team. I tried to warn her, but she had such a crush on him, it does no good. I guess she needs something to believe in. I am worried she will get pregnant. Dad says is she gets pregnant he will make her have the baby. He says he would love to see a fucking thirteen year old bitch with a bloated belly. None of the boys use rubbers when they fuck her, and neither do Lester or Dad. Imagine having sixteen eighth grade boys fuck you! I'm glad I only have to suck them off so far.

Oh well, I have my own problems to worry about. Coach Adams is having a poker party this Friday night, and he wants me under the poker table licking the dicks and balls of the players during the game. The thing is, I have to somehow convince Dad to let me go.

Well, all in all today was not too bad a day. My asshole is intact, my lips are only a little swollen from sucking dick, and I did well on my English test.

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Liz's Bad Day at Work


Liz Locke strutted into the office looking every inch the confident businesswoman on the rise that she knew she was.

Liz had it all, looks, charm and smarts. She was a leggy five foot seven with straight, brown, shoulder length hair and wide almond shaped eyes. She had a slim, athletic figure but she had curves and her outfits at work always were designed to be smartly sexy. She was 25 and four years at University had made her think she knew it all, straight A's resulted and she was now on the fast track to success in the financial services office she was now working in. And that made her unpopular with some of her colleagues. Liz could have cared less, she just flashed her perfect smile at them and strode confidently to her desk.

She walked past her older colleagues, Stella, whose desk she sat across from ignoring the older blondes glance at her watch. Liz was five minutes late but she didn't care.

A few minutes later she was opening her e-mails and her day was about to take a most unexpected turn. From a sender called "Black Male" on his generic e-mail address was an email with several attachments. Liz thought it was junk mail but the heading of "Liz Locke porn history" was more than enough for her to not bin it immediately. Opening it her mind raced, her mouth went dry and her pulse quickened, she already had a sinking feeling about this.

"Check this out folks, our own Ice Maiden Miss Locke isn't quite so fucking perfect after all."

Read a message above a series of attachments.

Everything and everyone else in the large office disappeared from Liz's focus as she nervously clicked on the first attachment praying that it wasn't going to be what she though it would be. She gasped as the image downloaded and she realised it was.

Aged 20 and in her second year of University Liz had been a very different person. She had been fun loving and carefree and had gone out with a guy that was into all kinds of **** and Liz had spent six months or so doing all kinds of weird and wonderful things, many relating to sex. It was just a phase and when her grades had dropped she had refocused, fallen out with him and gotten back on the track towards what she really wanted, money, power and a ultra successful career. But she had had some pictures taken and now she was looking at them.

The first was of her in an expensive silk night-dress, it was high cut so most of her legs were on show but it was clearly her. It was like she had barely aged at all in the intervening years, she had retained her youthful looks almost perfectly. In the picture she was side on to the camera and smirking at it with her left hand clearly reaching under the hem of the dress between her legs. Each image that followed was increasingly explicit and damning. The next saw her topless, fondling her pert breasts. The next saw her stark naked, legs spread and her reaching down to hold her shaven pussy lips apart as if she was a pro. The forth made her groan as it was a close up of her face as she swallowed a thick, black cock between her bright red lips. The fifth showed the same cock hanging limply in front of her face while her face was splattered with a full coating of cum, it was in her eyelashes and up her nose. The final picture showed her sitting with her face covered in cum while holding two black cocks in her hand, one either side of her head.

Liz managed to contain herself, she could not allow anyone to know about this. She also knew there were worse pictures and a film out there somewhere. She regretted her youthful folly but the truth was she could not undo it now. She scrolled the email down and read the message.

"This e-mail will be sent to the entire company if you do not do what you are told Liz. So let's get started shall we? I want you to reach under your skirt and remove your panties without leaving your chair. If you get up without having taken them off this email will be sent to everyone on the company's distribution list."

And that was the end of the email. Liz sat stunned for minutes before trying to regain a modicum of composure. Her mind was in a mess, just five minutes ago she had been cool, calm and collected and about to embark on another day of career ladder climbing and now she was faced with this, her darkest, dirtiest secret! She looked up and glanced around the spacious office wondering which of the bastards was doing this. Stuart? Could be, he had tried it on at the Christmas Night out. Alex? No, he was too quiet, but still what was it they said about quiet ones? Chris? The plumby voiced public school boy? Or Jamie who had acted like her friend but was that just an act. They were all at their desks working hard and offering Liz no clues as to her blackmailer.

Then she decided to do it. What else could she do? If those pictures got around the office her life would be intolerable and she would not be able to face any of her colleagues again. She glanced over at icy blonde Stella and could only imagine the look on her face. No, it would be too much.

She tried to move as slowly and as carefully as possible, her long, elegant fingers suddenly trembling and nervous. Her right hand moved under the hem of her short skirt and hooked into the lacy material of her panties. She was blushing furiously though a glance up revealed no one was even looking at her. She wriggled uncomfortably on her chair, sure that anyone looking would know what she was up to. She grasped the panties and pulled at them, tugging them down slightly on one side. It was as slow process but inch by inch they moved. Then once they were free of her buttocks and pussy and around her thighs her telephone went off and she nearly jumped out of her seat!

It was a customer and it took all the self control Liz had left to listen to his request and process it on the system. As she hung up she thrust her hand under her skirt and pulled out her panties quickly moving them into her top drawer on the unit under her desk. Still no one seemed to be watching her. She straightened her skirt and stood up, making a bee line for the toilets where she splashed water in her face and stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could feel the cool air in the bathroom on her bare pussy and it sent tingles through her body. What the fuck was going on?

She returned to another e-mail from the mysterious source.

"Well done Elizabeth, now if you open your bottom drawer on the right and look at the back you will find a little something I left for you a week or so ago when you were on holiday. Take it out, turn it on and insert it where it belongs -- you will know. After it's been in there a few moments ask one of you colleagues over and speak to them while it is operating. I'll send another mail after that."

Liz leaned down and slid her drawer open and had a sinking feeling as she rummaged in the drawer before coming across a long, thin silver vibrator! From the wording of the mail she had suspected as much but seeing it there was a real blow to her. The real problem was that she had no one to argue or reason with, she didn't know who it was that was doing this so she could hardly do much about it. Swallowing nervously she waited until she was sure no one was looking her way and twisted the end of the dildo and slipped it under the hem of her skirt and pushed it up and into the slick, shaven entrance to her pussy and pressed it fully inside her.

She gave an involuntary shudder as it worked it's vibrating magic on her tender areas.

Liz supressed a shudder and tried to control herself and her feelings. This whole morning was like one big, erotic dream / nightmare. The way she was feeling right then she could barely imagine lasting until lunchtime without cumming at least once. The thought of climaxing there in her chair in the office was at once thrilling and terrifying. She thought that perhaps she should get on and perform the second task in the email sooner rather than later. A scan of the office left her in no doubt as to who she would get over there - it had to be Stella. Although the ice cold platinum blonde was a woman she doubted that the extremely efficient workaholic would give a second thought to whether Liz was a little 'flustered' or not. Plus, Liz felt sure this must be the handiwork of one of the men in the office, Stuart, or Chris or even Alex and that Stella offered the best chance of escaping undetected.

She busied herself with a couple of urgent emails, desperately trying to ignore the warm throbbing between her legs and then the perfect opportunity arose. Stella got up to get a sheet from the printer and as she crossed the room, Liz called out.

"Em, Stella, do you have a minute, I've got something I'd like to run past you."

Several head rose in the office at this request. Everyone else saw Liz and Stella in competition as the Alpha female of the office. Both in similar positions and both striving to advance their careers. Both good looking, hard nosed business women that showed little interest in anything other than career advancement. Their competition / rivalry was unspoken rather than anything too overt but certainly it was unusual for one to ask the other for help or a favour. Stella paused half way back to her desk before nodding.

"Of course Liz, be right there."

She dropped the print out at her own desk then walked over to Liz's desk. Stella, as ever was dressed in a business sexy fashion. She might have been seven years Liz's senior at 32 years old but she was still as sexy as hell. Her long, bold hair straight and cascading over her shoulders. Her lips bee stung and inviting and her blue eyes mesmerising to most of the males in the office. She wore a black jacket and (short) skirt combination and stockings beneath, with killer heels on her designer shoes.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Liz squirmed a little as Stella stood beside her and leaned down, suddenly the vibrator was almost too much for Liz and she had to ***** herself to ignore it's ministrations as she described a query from one of her clients. A query that she knew the answer to but had used it as cover to draw her colleague over to meet the terms of the blackmailer's email. Stella gave her the answer very matter of factly and seemed a little surprised that Liz had needed her assistance with it and strutted back to her desk feeling just a bit more important than before. Liz felt the opposite. She damned her blackmailer for her doing that, it might not have seemed like much but she felt she had lost ground to her office rival.

At half past eleven Liz finally got another email with further instructions.

"You are doing very well Liz. You so seem to be enjoying yourself somewhat, I see you squirming on your chair every so often! Anyway, time for the next part of the deal. At lunch time you may remove the vibrator and place it in your top drawer - do not attempt to clean it in any way, I want your juices on it. You will go out at lunch you have some shopping to do. And what are you buying you may ask. Well some reading matter is in order. You will buy 1 copy of each of these magazines - Playboy, Hustler, CumSluts and Black Cocks for White Sluts. I'm sure you will be able to source copies of each within easy distance of the office. You will bring them in without a bag and place them in each of the trays on your desk, cover upwards. Of course you can place paperwork on top of them but they must stay on your desk like that for the duration of the afternoon. Once they are in place I will give you your next instructions. Happy shopping! X"

Liz read then reread the missive, barely registering the time or her work. This situation just got worse and worse. She couldn't imagine going out and buying these magazines, how embarrassing and humiliating it would be far less placing them on her desk where they may be discovered by anybody! As galling as this proposal was she could not find the inner strength to deny it. Those photographs of her indiscretions were too much for her to allow to be exposed so she decided she must risk doing as she was told, despite the nagging voice in her head that asked where all this may end.

So at twelve thirty Liz managed to slip the dildo out from her sopping wet pussy (indeed when she stood to leave she was horrified to see a small damp spot on the fabric her chair) and dropped it into her top drawer of her desk and quickly got her coat and bag and out into the fresh air of the city. She took a deep breath and walked around the corner from her office and collapsed onto a wooden bench and tried to gather her thoughts and make sense of all that had occurred that morning. She took five minutes before realising that she had better get moving as she only had an hour for lunch and buying these titles (she had written them neatly on a yellow post-it note and slipped it in her purse).

She didn't bother trying to buy lunch and instead headed straight for the nearest newsagent and stepped inside as a bell rang to announce her arrival. The shopkeeper was an Asian in his twenties and her stood speaking rapidly in a foreign language as Liz entered. Trying to look casual (and failing miserably) Liz scanned the top shelf of the magazine racks and didn''t know whether to be pleased or not as she spotted first Hustler then CumSluts up there. Nervously gulping, and aware the men had stopped chattering and were watching her, the petite brunette stretched up and managed to snag both magazines in consecutive snatches. Just as she secured the second magazine the door bell went and in walked an old woman who bustled forward and stood at the counter waiting to be served. The proprietor moved to serve her but his eyes never seemed to leave Liz and she burned with embarrassment as she stood holding her hardcore pornographic magazines. And then the old woman couldn't find her purse in her handbag and stood aside and motioned for Liz to pay while she searched. Liz summoned up her courage and placed the magazines on the counter and searched in her purse for a ten pound note to cover the cost. To her horror as the man rang them up, staring all the time at her the old woman found her purse and stood beside her as he placed her purchases back on the counter. Seeing the titles and the lurid, pornographic pictures on the covers the old woman gasped and looked at Liz like she was some kind of axe ********. It shamed her to the core and she just handed over the cash and hurried out not waiting for any cash.

Only to be called back by a loud irate voice.

"Excuse me, where are you going? That's not enough money for those!"

Stunned, Liz stopped with her hand on the open door and shamefacedly turned back.

"I'm sorry, are you sure? I gave you a ten pound note."

With the audience of a goggling old woman and a grinning Pakistani man the shopkeeper spoke deliberately slowly and loudly.

"Yes I am sure. You bought Hustler and CumSluts and that comes to £12.98 and I would ask you to pay or I will have to call the police."

Liz literally dragged a five pound note from her purse and gave it to the man and burst from the shop almost in tears and hurried away. Aware she still had two more magazines to get.

For the moment she put her purchases in her handbag and scanned the streets for another newsagent. In the next newsagent Liz entered she picked up the latest issue of Playboy and despite a hot picture of busty Brit babe Kelly Brook on the cover she managed to get in, purchase it and get out without too much trouble. But of the fourth, most lurid title, she could find no sign and hurried from the shop aware that she did not have long left in her lunch hour before heading back. A dingy, run down corner store offer Liz her last realistic opportunity and upon entering she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that the title "Black Cocks And White Sluts" was loomed over her. She stared at it for a moment and then realised that it was too high up, even on tip toes she could not reach it!

She turned to the shop assistant and saw that it was black youth, hardly out of his teens. He was tall though and staring at Liz as she turned to him.

"Er, excuse me?"

"Yeah?"

"Erm, I wonder if you could assist me, I can't reach the magazine I need."

He strode forward expectantly.

"Which one is it Mam?"

Liz flushed scarlet as she spoke.

"Erm, that one, er, Black Cocks and White Sluts."

He looked at her with a huge grin on his face and plucked the magazine from the rack and handed it to Liz. The picture on the front showed a blonde girl with six hard dicks at various points of the compass around her face. Liz dug into her purse and handed over the correct money this time and turned to flee, but as she reached the door the youth shouted after her.

"Miss, you know if you're into that kind of thing I got the real thing here any time you want to try it!"

The door jammed in her hurry to get out and it took three pulls to finally get out and be able to almost run back to the office, her porn buried in her bag.

*

She was five minutes late back into the office and she felt every single pair of eyes turn to stare at her as she got in and sat at her desk. She just brazened things out. The magazines were under her arm in a pile, with both showing ends displaying back pages that had nothing more revealing than adverts so it looked like the brunette had just been out buying glossy magazines. Before doing anything further she slipped the magazines into the piles in her trays as she had been instructed and smoothed her hair back and breathed deeply before checking her e-mail. She saw there was a new one from her tormentor and even as she opened it she remembered about her drawer, pulled it open to reveal the dildo coated in her love juices were gone a little black velvet bag had replaced it.

"Liz, are you OK? I was wanting to ask you about the Rothman's account."

Liz nearly jumped out of her skin at Jamie's voice coming from right beside her. She shut the drawer and turned to him, flustered.

"What? Yes. Ok. How can I help?"

Jamie was a shaven haired hunk, who clearly fancied himself as a Ladies man. Could he be her mystery blackmailer thought Liz as she shut her email down without looking at it and feeling nervous about the hardcore porn stashed on her desk and wondering what the hell was in that velvet bag.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you had the paperwork that went with this big credit note you raised for them last month. You know, the one you did before you handed the account over to me?"

Drawn back to work matters Liz momentarily forgot her day from hell and wracked her brain for where that paperwork was and was just in the process of lifting up a large pile from one of her filing trays when she saw the glossy magazine cover peek out below and she dropped it back down.

"Give me a moment Jamie, I'll bring it over when I've got it."

"Um sure."

Liz watched him stroll back to his desk and lifted the pile again, horrified by the thought that if she had continued and picked up the whole pile Jamie would have been staring down at the cover to Black Cocks and White Sluts! She shoved some sheets of paper in the tray over the magazine then lifted the pile and handed it over to Jamie before returning to her desk. Jamie had looked really smug when she handed it over, did he know something? Was he her blackmailer. she took her seat and opened the email she hadn't read since her return after lunch.

"Mmmmm. Liz that vibrator tasted so fucking good. I licked it clean at lunchtime. I do hope you managed to get all your magazines at lunchtime should make for interesting reading material for you tonight. Now you may see in the drawer I've left another little present for you. As soon as you can go to the toilet, open the bag and put on what lies inside. You will keep them on all afternoon. Until the next time,.x"

Liz realised she had been back almost twenty five minutes and not done what they had asked so she hurriedly grabbed the small bag and headed to the loo. Only when she was halfway across the office did she realise the risk she was running leaving her desk with the four magazines stashed on it. But she could hardly go back so, reluctantly she hurried on into the toilets. She dived into a cubicle and opened the little draw string at the top of the bag and emptied the contents into her hand. Two small crocodile teeth nipple clamps fell onto Liz's palm.

"Fuck!" she hissed, then quickly shut up as the door opened outside and someone else entered the Ladies toilet block.

Almost unquestioningly Liz unbuttoned her blouse enough to pull over her bra cup and then clip both of the nipple clamps on her stiff nipples. She winced as they bit in and considered for a moment taking them off, after all how could the bastard know she was or was not wearing them? But in the end she was not willing to risk upsetting him and so when she did up her blouse, flushed the toilet and exited the cubicle it was with two clamps on her nipples digging in. Standing at the hand basin washing her hands was Joanne, a coloured girl from the office, she looked up and flashed a toothy smile at Liz.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

Joanne was a relative new recruit and had hardly said a word to Liz in her four months employed there. Liz looked at her strangely, could she be involved in this?

"Er, yeas, fine thanks."

She replied before getting out of there and back to her desk. Where with horror she saw that her in tray with the copy of Hustler had been moved slightly and the bottom quarter of the magazine was visible (which was the bare thighs of some nameless bimbo model). Had she left it like that? Had someone been over and moved things? Liz felt she was cracking up. A feeling not helped by turning to her screen and a new email being there.

"I hope you like them Liz. I'm sure you have them on, if you don't then you've got a problem because they must be on your perfect little titties when I check them tonight and you are now expressly forbidden to visit the bathroom until close of work tonight. If they aren't on you are going to have to get them on your nipples in full view of the office. I'll be watching. Oh but I've got something for you to do this afternoon too. You'll see three attachments to this email. I want you to watch each one, in its entirety. No skipping now and to ensure you do you need to have the three correct answer to me by five o'clock.

Here's the questions:

1) The first video clip is of a bukkake. How many loads of cum does the girl take to her face? 2) Second clip is a piss video. How many people piss on the girl? 3) Final clip is from a BDSM video. How many different objects does the man use on the girl's ass?

Remember, Liz, answers by five at the latest and you will not leave the office until you receive my final email of the day. Happy viewing!"

Liz felt physically sick as she re-read the instructions and it sunk in that she would need to sit at her desk watching hard code porn. But having come this far she felt she couldn't back down now, it wasn't as if she was going online to access them, was it? So at least IT wouldn't see dodgy links on her machine. She sat and scanned the office, thankful that no-one was behind her desk, absolutely everyone seemed to by either busy on the phone or on their computers, it looked like no-one was interested in what she was up to. With her fingers shaking she pushed her mouse button twice and opened the first clip.

The picture quality was surprisingly good and Liz narrowed her eyes and focussed on the little window that opened. She minimised it and dragged it to the bottom left corner of her screen. She had no speakers so no worries about any audio giving her away. The screen came up black then quickly to a young, pigtailed brunette on her knees with multiple naked guys around her jerking off. In other circumstances Liz might have quite enjoyed watching this but instead she tried to keep her cool and concentrate on the action, ready to count the ejaculations. The camera zoomed in on the girl's face as the first penis exploded over her, firing strings of cum over her cheek and nose, almost instantly a second cock appeared on screen and fired over the girls forehead. Liz silently counted to two.

"Liz! Have you got your Health Questionnaire finished yet? It should have been in yesterday."

Liz jumped out of her skin in fright at Alex's voice as he approached her desk from an angle. She fumbled for her mouse and frantically closed the screen down just as the Head of HR arrived adjacent to her desk.

"Sorry Alex, sorry, what were you saying?"

The heavy set, thirty something bore reminded her about the company health questionnaire and stood over her as she rifled through her stuff looking for it. It was in a tray with her copy of Cumsluts and she had to be ultra careful in pulling the questionnaire out and handing it over to him. He went away seemingly happy but Liz couldn't help wondering if his timing was entirely co-incidental. Could he have set her this challenge then come over to try and catch her out?

She was aware of her paranoia now, the whole day had built and built and she wouldn't trust anyone now. With a furtive glare around the office to make sure no-one was likely to head over to her she re-opened the video clip and started counting the cum shots once again. This time she got all the way through the six minute clip. The girl took twelve cum shots to her face and as the picture froze at the end it was on her face obliterated in sticky, white semen. For a moment Liz wished she still had that fake dick between her legs looking at that cum covered girl was bizarrely, quite arousing. She broke her reverie and wrote the number on a post it then carefully opened up the second video clip.

As her blackmailer had stated it was a piss video and again a cute girl was the centre of attention kneeling, naked in a bathtub surrounded by men standing around it. She was a blonde with long hair in a ponytail and Liz gave a little jump as the video lurched into life straight into a stream of piss firing down and bouncing off the pretty girl's face. She opened her mouth and the aim was adjusted so the stream was hitting her outstretched tongue. Liz had heard of watersports before but never considered it and watching this poor model take six bladderfuls did nothing to change her mind. She would have switched the film off if she could have but was aware she had to count. But as soon as it was over she wrote down the number and opened the last file.

The bondage film was quite arousing to Liz in her heightened state. Watching a pretty, slim woman tied to a bench while a brute in a black mask walked around her before picking up various implements and thrashing her sexy ass was quite a thrill for Liz. She had done some light bondage with a ex a couple of years ago and enjoyed it. This appeared quite a bit heavier but seeing the woman treated like that was proving quite the turn on and she had to rewind a bit as she had lost count.

But finally she had her numbers and emailed the bastard back with her answers and nothing more, she had determined not to converse with him at all. And then she waited. It was nearly an hour before a response came, during which she had managed to get some work done and had spent the rest of the time wondering who it was that was doing this to her. The clamps on her nipples were now a dull throb and she wished she could remove them but she thought now she could manage to put up with them. When the mail did arrive her fingers trembled as she opened it, sure that this would be the grand reveal.

"Well done slut. You got all three numbers correct. Bet you enjoyed watching the three, didn't you? Bet you imagined yourself in those self same scenario's didn't you? Well maybe tonight will be your lucky night, who knows? You will be working late tonight. At five minutes past five you will head to the disabled toilet with your porn magazines. Once there you will strip naked and open the magazines at the four pages that are of most interest to you. Once that is set if you look in the first aid kit you will find some more items for you. Keep those nipple clamps on though. There will be a ball gag, a blind fold and a set of handcuffs. You will tie the gag in place in your mouth then unlock the door, put the blindfold over your eyes and make sure your wrists are cuffed behind your back. You must be in position like this at 5.30. If you are not in this state or chose not to go to the bathroom then there will be an anonymous email to IT detailing them that if they look hard enough they will find the signature of some interesting video clips on your work computer. The pictures of your past? Well those will come out at a later date. Do not disappoint my Elizabeth, be there, or else!"

Oh this was bad and Liz chewed her nails as she read and re-read this latest message. The threat was even worse now. The pictures and film being revealed would have been terribly humiliating and embarrassing but she would surely have had some sympathy at being exposed so cruelly but if what the writer wrote happened (and the big problem was that Liz wasn't brilliant on the computer, she really didn't know the intricacies of how much covering she could do in a PC) she knew for sure that she would be facing instant dismissal and probably really would struggle to get another decent job. Fuck! She realised that she had no choice but to do the unthinkable and expose herself terribly to this creep.

Five came too quickly and Liz watched as her colleagues started to shut down their work and ready themselves for their passages home. At five past she pulled the magazines from their hiding places and headed straight to the spacious disabled toilet cubicle which was at the furthest end of the building. She kept her eyes down and didn't look at anyone as she covered the magazines effectively with her arm. Having reached the cubicles she turned and locked it and took a deep breath. Courage! She implored herself. Still as terrified was she was she could not deny that there was a sexual thrill to this that she had rarely, if ever experienced before. She pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it and briefly contemplated not going through with this, but between the threat of what would happen to her if her blackmailer followed up his threats and the growing arousal to her situation, Liz decided to do as she had been told. She placed the magazines down by her side an picked up the first on - Playboy. Flicking quickly though the articles and columns she came to a photo shoot of the cover girl, Kelly Brook, she opened the magazine at quality picture that showed the busty model's tits and toned body and laid it down open to the side of the toilet bowl. The copy Hustler threw up a picture of porn Goddess Jenna Jameson that Liz was drawn to, the blonde was posing with a strap on dildo and looking mean yet extremely sexy. The picture she chose and laid out from Cumsluts was of a petite brunette on her knees while a cock ejaculated over her face, the gull arc of sperm caught by the camera as it headed towards the girls features. From the Interracial magazine Liz selected a picture of a blonde being taken from behind by a black guy while another one was shoving his dick in her mouth. She laid all four out around the toilet and with shaking hands began to undress.

Liz had always been very confident with her body - she was a very good looking young woman with a terrific figure but as she stepped out of her panties and placed them on the small pile of clothing she certainly didn't feel so confident. Still, she went ahead and opened the first aid box, aware that time was moving inexorably forward. There was no surprise to find all the items there as had been described. Her blackmailer had met every condition they had set so far which made Liz all the more sure they would follow through with their threats to expose her if she were not to obey them.

As she lifted the orange fetish ball gag and held it she could not help reaching down to her glistening sex and touching herself there. Her finger came away sticky as the effects of the day had had their effect on her. With trembling hands she pushed the gag into her mouth, ******* her lips wide apart then managed to strap it on place behind her head. Then she clicked on side of the handcuffs around her left wrist and stumbled towards the door and ****** herself to unlock it. Then as if fearing her courage would fail her she quickly pulled the blindfold into place, knelt down before the scattered magazine images and reached behind her and managed to click her other wrist into the cuffs. She was now at the end game come what may!

She knelt there like that for five minutes that felt like five hours. Trapped like that her senses were heightened and she heard every noise and smelled every aroma in that large disabled cubicle. Her mind worked overtime. Suddenly the fear came upon her that maybe it was all just a set up and nobody would show but that she would be found, naked, handcuffed and surrounded by porn by the cleaners in a couple of hours. Just as she was debating if that would be preferable and what kind of cover story she could come up with came a harsh crack as the door handle turned, followed by a couple of steps then the crack again as the door shut and bag as it was locked. Liz's senses went into hyperdrive as she realised she was locked in alone with her blackmailer!

The gag left liz unable to speak or make any intelligible sound, the blindfold left her totally unable to see her opponent and the cuffs left her virtually helpless do physically do much of anything about her predicament. But she still had ears and nose that we unencumbered and she strained them in her terrified darkness. She heard sounds behind her. Like clothes being removed, shoes kicked off, strappy type noise, maybe a belt being undone? But no words, no voice. Her nose though gave her the answer she had wondered all day. A perfume slowly filled the air in the cubicle, it was very slight, not overpowering but there nevertheless and Liz knew instantly whose it was - Stella's!

She spoke hopeless into her gag trying to communicate with her colleagues but it was worse than useless and she stopped instantly seconds later when something ( a belt?) was harshly lashed across her exposed buttocks. And then the final confirmation, Stella's cold, calculating, icy voice at Liz's ear.

"Shut up Liz, there's a dear. I don't want to listen to your muffled groans...well, not yet anyway,hahahaha.!"

There had always been a ruthless efficiency to Stella English, everyone that knew her sensed that immediately. She got the job done, quickly , efficiently and effectively whatever it was. But she was not well liked. Respected yes, admired perhaps, but liked, never. Her relationship with Liz from the first had been strained, they were both career women determined to succeed, they could never be anything other than rivals in the company. Away from the office Stella's tastes were more towards the extreme. Not for her the safety of a husband and 2 point 4 ********. She had taken a string of no strings attached younger male lovers before tiring of the male of the species and targeting other women for sexual encounters. Usually younger women than her and usually she liked to sexually dominate them, take what she wanted then toss them aside. And then she had discovered Liz's dirty little secret and her evil plan had hatched which had led both women to this point in time.

Stella slowly rubbed her hand over Liz's soft ass cheeks and admired them.

"I've wanted you like this ever since you came here Liz. I don't like competition and there's no doubt that's what you were. Notice I said 'were' because you're not now, no, now you are my bitch. Understand!"

Stella coupled announcing this with fiercely gripping Liz's hair and jerking her head back with no little *****. When she released her hold Liz did all she could do at that moment and nodded her ascent.

"Good. That's a good little bitch. You see, you're learning fast, a bright girl like you will quickly realise that there's nothing to be done that satisfy my every demand."

She accompanied this by reaching around Liz's body to cup her pert breasts and tweaked them. Liz jumped at the unexpected touch.

"But you haven't always been such a good girl have you Liz? You were a bad girl when you got those photos taken, when you were a wannabe porn star, eh? And today? What about today, you've been very naughty today, haven't you? Taking off your slutty knickers, stuffing my vibrator in your cunt, buying those filthy magazines and takign them into work and watching that disgusting porn on your work computer. Oh, yes, you've been very naughty."

And with that the ice cool blond spanked Liz six times, each blow hard and fast and leaving a red marking on her perfect, creamy bottom. Liz squealed into the gag but could do little else.

"And now, to ensure I don't reveal to anyone what a naughty little slut you are, you are going to please me, aren't you? Yes, you are. You will do whatever I want just to please me from now on. From here on in I am your Mistress and you are just my little slave slut, understand? And you know what slut? As much as you might not admit it, it turns you on, doesn't it? It makes you soaking fucking wet."

Here Stella plunged her fingers between liz's legs and thrust them into her sopping wet cunt. There was no denying her words, Liz was horny as hell and more aroused than she could remember. Then as Stella removed her fingers from Liz suddenly she took off the blindfold and Liz was able to look around and gaze at her dominant colleague. And what a sight it was!

Stella looked amazing. Gone was the smart, sexy business suited blonde without a hair out of place. Replacing her was a vision of dominance. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, her eyes were now aided with harsh, black eye liner, her breast snow encased in a tight, lace up Basque and her shoes now replaced by thigh high, kick ass boots. And strapped around her crotch was a large, strap on dildo, it looked every inch of its twelve inches in length. Liz goggled at her, unable to tear her eyes away.

"Not what you expected, is it? I bet you thought it was one of those pathetic saps we work with that was blackmailing you. That they were angling just to have a quick fuck. Well, you'll soon enough wish it had been Liz, because I want so much more than that!"

Stella's eyes blazed into Liz and she physically shrunk back, she had no problem, believing what she was being told.

"But we will start with a fuck though. Bend over and brace yourself, I'm going to enjoy this."

Still handcuffed and gagged Liz had no option but to do as she was instructed and presented her pretty ass to her new 'Mistress'. Stella got right in behind her and grabbed the back of Liz's hair and pushed the brunette's head right down, almost into the toilet bowl and then slapped her ass again before delving her hand forward and into Liz's soaking pussy.

"Oh yes, you want this, don't you bitch? You want it from behind like the fucking dirty bitch you are!"

And yes Liz did want it, this whole day had built to this, her sexual stress and tension had built all day and now she desperately needed to release them. She closed her eyes as Stella took her fingers away from her pussy obviously in readiness to set the fake cock to work. And then as she waited for that she got a surprise as Stella prized her ass cheeks apart and stabbed the tip of the monster dildo at Liz's tight, puckered anus.

"Oh, you're going to get it all right but only where I want to put it!"

And with a mighty thrust the blonde pushed her phallic instrument into her bitch. Liz made all sorts of noises into her gag but Stella ignored them and started to slowly pump in and out of the young woman's tight arsehole. While she did that she reached around and applied her fingertips right on Liz's protruding clit and rubbed at it. Liz's brain could hardly cope with the sensation's being ass fucked like this was more than she had ever experienced and it was not comfortable but she was now being brought to a definite climax as well and she screamed with pleasure into the gag as finally she was relieved and her pussy gushed a hot, wet load over Stella's fingers. Stella wiped her sticky fingers on Liz's tits and continued to ass fuck her for some time before slowing her pace down and eventually stopping with the length of the dildo stuck right up Liz's asshole. She leant there for a moment before reaching forward and undoing the gag straps and pulling it out of Liz's mouth. To her amusement a trail of saliva fell from her mouth and she gasped and grunted.

"Enjoy that? I know I did. Now be a good girl and get on your knees and clean your filth off this."

Liz could have spoken back, argued and tried to get through to her colleague but compelled by obedience and shame she dropped to her knees and turned to face the standing blonde once she had pulled the dick from her ass.

"Open wide."

Liz found the last vestiges of pride and kept her lips together but Stella grabbed her hair and jerked it and liz opened her mouth up. A second later the strap on was being pushed into her gasping mouth and slowly fucking it. Liz gagged on the taste and the deep throating action but with her arms helpless she could do little but let Stella fuck her face as hard and as fast as she liked. Stella got what she wanted and when she pulled out of Liz's mouth the black surface of her mammoth dildo was licked clean and shiny. Liz looked at the floor between her legs, unable to face her Mistress.

"Well I enjoyed that, didn't you? From now on we'll be having lots of little 'adventures' out of hours and you'll start being a lot more respectful to me in the office hours too."

Stella broke off as music could be heard outside, a clear indication that the cleaner had arrived in the office. The cleaner was a grubby little Eastern European man called Karl who leered at any of the female workers unlucky enough to still be there when he arrived.

"That sounds Karl's her e bit early. Damn!" Stellas said then an evil look came over her face.

"I need a distraction, I can't lit that little pervert see me like this."

She leaned down and undid the cuffs from Liz's wrists. As Liz shook them and got feeling back in them Stella went on.

"Get out there and distract him."

Liz reached for her pile of clothes and like in a nightmare her blonde Mistresss stopped her.

"No. I mean distract him slave. And to do that you don't need clothing. I'm going to take off this strap on, get dressed (pointing to her bag of office clothing by the toilet door) and gather up your porn (some light reading for me tonight) and then I need to sneak out without him knowing I am here. So I'll give you five minutes Liz, I doubt you'll need that but when I exit this door in five minutes I suggest he'd better not be looking over here and he'd better have other things to concentrate on, get me?"

Before Liz really knew what was happening Stella had pushed and manhandled her out of the door of the toilet and as Liz realised her terrible position (she as buck naked) Stella had turned the lock in the cubicle leaving Liz to contemplate her next move.

She stood shivering beside the door, too scared to knock and ask to be let back in, Stella had all that evidence to use on her now and Liz could not afford to lose her job like this. And yet that left only one real option - to do as Stella had told her and 'distract' Karl. The very thought nearly made her gag. She stood stock still and listened to the vacuum cleaner as he no doubt cleaned around their desks. With one last look at the door into the toilet Liz made her mind up and turned and moved around the corner and stood watching the cleaner as he had his back to her. She was so aware of her nudity and tried to get to her coat on the coats tand to the let of the office door. She stalked across the room and was only a few steps from being able to grab it and at least maintaining a degree of respect when the vacuum turned off and Karl spun around to head to the plug. What the old man saw was a beautiful 24 year old stark naked standing before him.

Their eyes met for seconds before Liz tried to speak.

"I, um, I, er, hi Karl."

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he leered over her young, lithe, sexy body. She risked a glance back towards the direction of the disabled toilet and feared Stella would exit any moment. Drawing up all her courage she stepped towards the cleaner and moved right up to him and past him so that he had to turn to see her - and he did turn.

"Miss Liz, what are you doing? You have no clothes on. Is there a problem?"

"Mmm, no problem Karl, I just wanted to surprise you is all. Give you a little show. You like?"

The heavy set, sweaty East European clearly did like and a sizeable bulge at his crotch more than confirmed that. Looking over his shoulder saw the handle to the disabled loo turn and she panicked and went straight to her last resort.

"You know what a blow job is Karl?"

Uuurgh! Liz cringed as she said the words, hardly creidting that she was contemplating doing this and from the eager nodding Karl did know what it was and he unzipped his jeans to speed her up, Cursing inwardly Liz dropped to her knees and helped him flip his swollen member out into the open. With no other option she wrapped her hand around it and started to jerk him off.

Liz felt incredibly cheap and nasty as she then opened her lips and engulfed Karl's cock. She had to fight back the desire to be sick at the smell and taste of it as it throbbed in her mouth but despite that she was still incredibly aroused at the situation she had been ****** into and the prospect of what may come next.

Stella emerged from the disabled toilet a minute later. She was fully dressed in her business clothes and had her fetish wear packed neatly into a holdall. Also inside the holdall were all Liz's clothes and her magazines . Stella moved silently behind the back of Karl and realised immediately that Liz had chosen to distract the cleaner by offering him oral sex. Stella smirked at the prospect, imagining how dirty Liz must feel stooping to that kind of level. Perfect, she thought, she must now be at her lowest ebb and I can really ***** through my domination of her to it's fullest extent. But she did not hang about, rather she got her coat and slipped out of the office just as Karl began to groan loudly and exclaim that he was cumming.

After the cleaner had sprayed his salty load in Liz's mouth and laughed as she swallowed it down Liz faced an awkward ten minutes or so. As she wiped her wrist over her lips and stood up she saw that the door to the toilet cubicle was open and Stella had clearly departed. She made to head there but Karl reached out and grabbed her arm to prevent her leaving.

"Thank you Miss Liz. You enjoyed that?"

Given the circumstances Liz could hardly say anything but yes without putting herself in even more trouble, she knew that the fact she had been ****** to do that by Stella could not be allowed to be revealed.

"Erm, yes. That was great Karl, thank you."

The fat man pulled her close and hugged her, pressing her tits up against his work shirt.

"That is great. Perhaps we can do this again another night, maybe you would like Karl to properly fuck you then. Perhaps over your desk, eh? I think you like the kinky and dangerous, no?"

Liz managed to peel herself off him and nodded and stammered a response that didn't really mean much.

"Well, we'll see. Sorry Karl I have to go."

She hurried to the bathroom only to find all her clothing gone. Panic hit her before she darted out (all the time watched by a bemused karl) and was delighted to see her jacket still hanging up. She grabbed it and out it on, tying the belt tightly around her middle before grabbing her bag from her desk and hurrying out. She stopped dead just outside the front door to the building as Stella stood, leaning on her car waiting on her.

"Took your time bitch, I guess you must have enjoyed sucking that fat pig off did you?"

Liz shook her head.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced so maybe tomorrow we'll see for sure" Stella turned on her heel and headed to her car door.

"Stop! What about my clothes? I'm getting the tube home, I can't go like this!"

Stella turned and smirked.

"Yes you can Liz, you'll just have to be careful is all. Now don't argue with me bitch, I can still fuck you up here and you'd do well to remember it from now on. And Liz? Tomorrow I will be expecting you not to be wearing any bra or panties, understand? I want easy access to my property from now on...."

Liz sat on the elevated bus seat and concentrated on keeping her legs as tightly together as she could. The skirt she was wearing came to higher than mid thigh and at Stella's command the day before she was wearing no knickers. It really was too revealing by half and sitting here on the bus travelling to work in the city with two nerdish looking school boys sitting directly across from her could not have been much more embarrassing. They stared intently at the acres of thigh she was displaying and she knew the slightest wrong move would afford them a view of her shaven snatch. Just as she thought that she had made it to her stop safely a car pulled out in front of the bus and the bus driver sank the brakes on hard. Everyone on the bus that wasn't holding onto a rail or bar was jolted from their position, including Liz, whose legs had to go wide to keep her balance. The effect of spreading her legs was to raise the mini skirt about an inch and a half and the two boys got a lovely glimpse of her tight, hairless pussy. As Liz blushed and hurried to cover her modestly she saw a damp patch spread on one of the boys trousers. The bus came to a stop and she couldn't get up quickly enough, with a withering look and shake of disapproval from an old lady one seat further across at the brazen display.

Just the start of another bad day at the office for Liz Locke....

*

Liz hurried along the pavement on her very high heels. Again they were not her choice but that of Stella, her 'Mistress'. Liz shook her head in frustration and continued along the pavement, occasionally catching a glimpse of her reflection in the glass fronts of the stores she passed and stunned at just how short this fucking skirt was. It all built up the frustration and when she finally reached her office building and punched in the security code she was in a real mood. And the fact Stella had told her to be 30 minutes early hardly helped matters either. And there stood Stella waiting for her. Cool as a cucumber the blond smirked as Liz entered, they were the only ones in and would likely be so for twenty minutes or so at least.

"Morning Liz. Skirts suits you. Makes you look like a right slut."

Liz fumed and would quite happily have scratched Stella's eyes out but instead gained a measure of control over her temper and addressed her older colleague.

"Look Stella. You have had your fun. Humiliated me. Embarrassed me. Degraded me. Had your way with me, OK, but this can't continue. I can't put up with this any more."

Stella's cold, hard blue eyes settled on her younger colleague and seemed to bore into her inner psyche to see if Liz was strong enough to back up these words. After a moment she stepped across the office toward Liz and without warning plunged her hand up and under the mini skirt and pressed her index finger up against and into Liz's cunt. There was sufficient wetness there to convince Stella.

"Don't try me you snivelling little bitch. You know what happens the moment you decide you've had enough. Everyone in this office and on your email contacts list gets to see that hardcore porn photoshoot. Worse than that the IT dept start delving into your computer and find you've watched a few files outwith the firms policy."

"But you made me watch them..."

"So? And even better it come out that you've been fucking one of the cleaners after hours."

"It was only once and you made me."

"Again so? You did it. And unless you lose the whiny attitude and get back to doing what I tell you without question everyone will know about these indiscretions and I doubt your rising career will be going any further. Still perhaps you can return to hardcore porn, eh?"

As much as Liz wanted to stand up to these bullying tactics she knew she was not strong enough mentally to risk her career and instead her big eyes dropped down in a sign of **********. Stella withdrew her finger and deliberately licked it clean before continuing.

"So we're clear? Good. Now I have an important task for you this afternoon but I think for your insubordination you should pay a penalty this morning. You know young Kevin, the office junior? I may be wrong but I don't think he's popped his cherry yet. You are going to change that by lunchtime."

She smiled as she listened to Liz's pathetic objections then pleas but stayed resolute.

"No Liz, you're just being silly of course a slut like you can seduce a poor, spotty, 18 year old like that and have your wicked way with him. I would suggest the stationary cupboard but it's up to you. If I don't see him going around here at lunchtime with a big cheesy smile then, well, you know what I might just do. And you do want to please your Mistress, don't you?"

Defeated the sexy brunette nodded and accepted her fate.

"Now" continued Stella, "I seem to have scuffed my shoes on the way in this morning. Clean it up will you? With your tongue!"

"What here? But what if someone comes in?" asked a panicked Liz.

Stella treated her to her trademark, cool, unconcerned look as she answered.

"Then, my dear, they will see what an obedient little pet you are won't they? Now hurry up and get licking, I really shouldn't have to keep reminding you that you really have no say in these matters."

Liz had little option given her predicament and realising that figured it would be better to do it sooner rather than later. So in her too short skirt she dropped to her knees and grimaced as she began to pathetically lick at Stella's designer shoes.

Lucky Kevin arrived at work at nine that morning not knowing the joys that day would hold for him. He had been in the office for three months now and had kept himself to himself and kept out of trouble. If someone had told him that morning that he would be fucking Miss Locke in the stationary cupboard he would probably have collapsed with shock and excitement. He fancied Miss Locke, but then so must anyone with a pulse he thought.

Liz watched Kevin as he moved around the office handing out mail that had arrived that morning. God he looked so young! Stella truly was a mega bitch. He was 18 years old, Liz knew that at least having signed his birthday card a few weeks ago as it was passed around. He looked like a bit of a nerd, tall, gangly, wearing glasses and not a hint of being cool. It should be easy to seduce him and as luck would have it Liz had the perfect excuse to get him alone.

"Erm, Kevin?"

He looked round already blushing. He wasn't the only one to look up Stella broke of typing an email to pay attention.

"Erm, I've got this big report to do for a client and I need to get a load of stuff from the stationary cupboard. I know that's kinda your job so I was wondering if we could go down there later and I can get all the materials I need."

It was convincing because it actually was the truth. Normally Liz would just have sent Kevin a note telling him what she needed but it wasn't unrealistic for her to accompany him down there to scope the materials out herself.

Kevin gulped and swallowed and nervously said it was fine and to come get him when she wanted to go down. This unfortunate comment brought a little snort of derision from Stella but no one else seemed to notice it.

Liz waited until after 10 that morning, when there was a large meeting that involved a good number of her colleagues in one of the upper offices. Risking a glance at Stella as she did it she dialled Kevin's number and said that she'd be down to the stationary cupboard presently and she'd be glad if he could come along and help her.

Actually it wasn't so much a cupboard as a small room. There was a small table in the centre of it and shelves on the other three walls packed full of every stationary items known to man. By the time Liz got to the room Kevin was already in there waiting, he must have dropped what he was doing and rushed there when she called. He stammered pathetically as he tried to address her.

"M-M-Miss Locke, how c-c-can I h-help you?"

Liz's smile was the type that could melt hearts and she unveiled it to the nervous boy there.

"You can start by calling me Liz, Kevin. We're colleagues you don't need to be so polite."

She said this as she brushed passed him to enter the room and lean on the table. Just her touch made him excited. She turned and pretended to scan the top shelf and exclaimed as she spotted a row of four hole punches.

"Just what I need. Here pass that step and I'll see which one I like."

Liz was actually enjoying this, on one level. She shouldn't be, she knew that but flaunting herself like this was actually arousing her. She took a metal step from Kevin and climbed up its three steps and knew that with the shortness of her skirt and the angle she was leaning at she would be revealing far too much to him now. A swift glance told her that he indeed, could not resist staring up her legs and beyond.

"Like what you see Kevin?"

There the subtlety ended. Stella wanted her to fuck this boy? Well she would get it, Liz was not going to muck about. With the lad blushing and not knowing quite what to say Liz descended to his level and planted a firm, wet kiss on his lips before seductively dropping to her knees. She knew this was wrong and that she should be reluctant to do this but it was like she had been overcome with some wanton lust. It was easy to use Stella's blackmail as an excuse but the truth was Liz enjoyed being used like this, no doubt. And Kevin was about to enjoy it too as Liz unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiff, teenage dick and slowly stroked it with her hand.

She looked up at him with her wide, enticing eyes and he nearly shot his load there and then. Just her soft hands gentle touch on his foreskin was making his member twitch already. Part of her would have liked to take longer over this, she was soaking wet herself, the element of risk proving to be quite the turn on this time. But clearly Liz had a limited time to do this and she took complete command of the situation. While she was on her knees she risked licking the teenagers dick a few times, getting as much of her saliva on his penis as possible before she brushed all the items from the desk in the middle of the room and mounted it, pulling her skirt up with it and presenting her ass and pussy to the young man behind her.

She was facing the closed door to the room as she felt his clammy hands clutch her tight ass cheeks.

"Oh Wow!"

"Hurry up and take me Kevin. And be quiet about it someone could come along at any moment and hear us!"

His slick and aroused dick easily slipped inside her cunt and she gave a low sigh, part way between satisfaction and revulsion at herself. Kevin didn't care he was quickly balls deep inside just about the most beautiful woman he had ever met. This was his every wet masturbatory dream come true and he never gave a thought to how exactly this had come to pass. He shoved his glasses back up his nose and set to fucking Liz in the same style as the guys he had watched on his porno DVD's.

Liz's front was pushed into the table and her head was down but she was able to lift it enough to glimpse a slight movement at the door. She had no time to even contemplate the horror of discovery before she saw the swish of blonde hair at the gap and recognised Stella standing there, watching them. Stella saw Liz looking and smirked, gave a mocking thumbs up then held up her mobile phone, Liz could guess that the bitch was recording this.

Kevin did not see her as right about then he had his eyes screwed shut and was somehow holding out a shout of sheer ecstasy as his teenage dick exploded and he came in a rush deep inside Liz. Stella gave a little wave then disappeared as Kevin collapsed on top of her. "Oh wow, that was amazing Miss Locke, that was brilliant. Am I your boyfriend now?" Liz groaned at the nerds response and managed to push herself up and get him off her. "Er, yes Kevin, that was nice but I don't think we could enter into a relationship just now. That was just a little fun. You enjoyed it didn't you? Good. Well maybe we'll do it again sometime, eh? But for now I need to get back to my desk before we get discovered." She got out of there sharpish before the youngster came up with any other questions but she was stopped in the corridor outside the main office by an altogether too smug Stella. "Enjoy that? Give young Kevin the time of his life? I'll bet! Anyway you'd better go and catch up on your work but we're doing lunch together, you and I. Take it at 12.30 and we'll go and have some fun!"

* Liz leaving for lunch with Stella attracted one or two looks from their colleagues. They had hardly been friends at work before and them going out together would have been a first. Liz didn't like it at all, she had been looking forward to the break from all this pressure that a quiet lunchtime would have given her and could only imagine that Stella would have more of her cruel mischief in mind. The only positive thing about it for Liz was that it meant she was hardly likely to bump into Kevin in the office over her lunch hour, she dreaded that particular meeting and where she would take things with him. Both women left the office in the city at a fair rate on their high heels and cut quite the sight as they marched on, the ice cool blonde Stella taking the lead and sexy, younger Liz following a step behind. "So how was your toyboy?" Stella's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You shouldn't have made me do that. It's not fair. On him or me. Please Stella can you end this, I don't know if I can take any more. Please?" Stella smirked and veered into a Starbucks. "Buy me a coffee and I'll think about it. Don't bother getting one for yourself though, you should watch your figure." That remark was hardly necessary as Liz had a slimmer, sexier figure than Stella but she did not retort and instead got the blonde her hot ***** and followed her out. "I've thought about it Liz and decided that no, on the whole I'd rather go on having my fun with you. And you like it, don't you? Don't lie bitch, I know the truth. You like being told to do all these things, deep down inside it gives you an excuse to humiliate yourself and indulge your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, doesn't it? So no, I'm going to go on using you for my ends and amusement. I have a particular job for you this afternoon, perhaps if you succeed at that I might be tempted to relax my control on you." This gave Liz at least some hope of escape from the older blonde but her heart also lurched as she took on board that she had to do something for her that afternoon, if only she knew that things were nearer and worse than that... Stella had led them down a succession of alleys leading away from the main thoroughfare they had walked down until they were into a street that was much quieter than some of the earlier ones. Stella smiled and pointed to a begger, sitting cross legged in a shadowy archway. "Go and see how much cash he's got and offer to suck him off for the cash in his cup."

Liz looked aghast at Stella and exclaimed. "Fuck no! I'm not doing that! I don't care if I lose my job, no way am I sucking off that disgusting thing!" "Hmm. You don't care that everyone, your friends, family and colleagues will know that you were a porn star in your youth? That you watch porn on your work computer? That you fucked one of the cleaners? That you fucked the office junior? You don't care about that?" Liz listened to each charge and shook her head, she did care but she would not do this, she would stand up to Stella this time. "Well Liz maybe you should know what I was doing while you were seducing young Kevin. Before I came down there to capture the moment on film I went to your desk and down loaded some images from this (she held up a memory stick) onto your computer. Let's just say they're not strictly legal shall we? Now if you decide to continue to disobey my orders I will just have to make a phone call to Mark in IT and suggest that I saw you looking at them at your desk and ask him to investigate. I'm sure he'll be diligent enough to get the police in before too long. Now bitch? DO you want to reconsider your fucking answer?" Stella's voice turned ice cold at the end and the look she fixed Liz with was one of pure venom. Liz felt that Stella was in no way bluffing and the pretty brunette looked from her to the dishevelled creature in the shadowed alcove and gave a sob of frustration before blurting out. "All right! I'll do it! I'm sorry Stella. Please don't tell anyone!" Stella reached up and grabbed Liz's hair and ****** her to look directly at the blonde as she spoke. "As long as you remember who owns your ass now bitch! Now get a move on we don't want to be late back to the office, do we?"

Liz pulled herself free of Stella's hold and staggered towards the shadowy alcove where the wretched looking creature sat, cross legged barely focussing. He was almost catatonic and he barely registered the beautiful woman's approach.

Almost automatically he lifted his dead eyes and asked pathetically.

"Spare some change?"

There was no hope in his voice and for a moment Liz felt a pang of sympathy. Then she glanced around at Stella and all her sympathy was for herself. She quickly moved in over him, off the street and nearly out of sight and lowered herself so that she was squatting before him and inches from his face. She lifted his cup with a few coins from his hands and he let her, just managing to lift his eyes to look at her enquiringly and before she could talk herself out of this she reached her hand down and under his ragged trousers and found his limp dick within.

That brought his eyes open and something approaching a smile as she cautiously wrapped her elegant fingers around his dick and began to wank him. God, thought Liz, this was the absolute pits and yet something about the *********** of the situation was making her panties damp! She flushed in embarrassment and stooped further into the shadows for the final part of her degradation. All under the watchful, mocking eye of Stella.

Liz swallowed the wino's stiffening dick into her mouth while still masturbating him, hurrying through it to get it over with as quickly as possible. He was still in something between a daze and a coma and said nothing as this glamorous slut gave him his first blow job in over five years (and the nearest thing his dick had had to a wash in over two!).

He came with barely a grunt, the first Liz realising was her mouth flooding with a sour liquid that she nearly gagged on. As she knelt on the ground spluttering and spitting Stella gave a harsh laugh and barked at her colleague.

"That it then? Hurry up slut, we need to get back to work, we've got an important meeting this afternoon!"

The suddenly business-like blonde turned on her heel and Liz struggled to her feet and walked after her, sparing only the briefest of glances back at the homeless tramp she had just given head to. It was impossible to compute, he sat there still and pathetic and Liz couldn't quite get over the fact that she had just sucked his cock and swallowed his filthy cum. All the while turned on at her utter ***********. In fact they were nearly back at the office before she thought about Stella's words. What meeting did they have? Liz certainly wasn't aware of it.

As the went in the door Stella hissed under her breathe to her.

"No *****s bitch. And no visits to the loo. I want you tasting that stinking tramps cum for as long as possible."

Then Stella's face went into a wide laugh as if she had just shared a joke and headed to her desk while Liz stood dazed. Eventually Liz found her way back to her own desk and absent-mindedly went through her emails and faxes. She really wasn't up to concentrating on her work though so saved anything that looked remotely taxing for the next day and reduced herself to the most brain numbing, simple tasks she could find. Still it was difficult to escape all that she had done that day. Allowing Kevin to fuck her had been bad enough but she could not think that she had ever been any lower than giving a blow job to that disgusting street dweller.

"Liz! That's my clients here now, are you ready?"

Stella's voice was crisp and businesslike and Liz nearly jumped from her seat at it as she called across the office after taking a phone call. Liz nodded and got unsteadily to her feet and obediently followed her colleague from the main office towards the conference room. As they entered Stella warmly greeted two men and Liz tried to keep her composure as she looked at them. They were two hugely overweight businessmen in sweaty shirts and tight suits and both looked positively sleazy.

"Guys, this is my colleague Liz, she's going to help me get your name on this here contract. Liz this is Steve Jones and Bob Collins from Servco."

They shook hands with Liz but she was aware immediately of the two men leering at her and sizing her up. She was already uncomfortable in their presence as Stella sat them all down around the round table.

Liz's fear dissipated as Stella led the two men through the proposed agreement and contract in a very business like fashion and Liz was soon wondering exactly what she was doing there. That question was apparently answered after half an hour of discussion back and forth on the contract Stella turned to Liz and basically ordered her to go and make them all tea and biscuits. Liz blushed, she was on the same pay level and structure as Stella yet the blonde was treating her as little more than a trainee. Making a weak effort at a smile the brunette got up and left the room and was more than aware of Stella leaning forwards conspiratorially as she exited the room.

Liz was only gone for about five minutes but by the time she returned she entered a very different conference room. It was darker for one thing. The blinds had been pulled. As she pushed open the door while carrying the tea tray her eyes squinted to see properly and she very nearly did drop the tray when she saw what was going on. Both of the fat clients were standing and had their trousers and pants at their ankles while Stella was kneeling between them and giving them both a hand job.

"Oh good, you're back Liz. Put the tray down and lock the door we don't want to be disturbed."

Working almost automatically Liz turned and placed the tray carefully on the table. She looked at the two fat clients with their dicks out and leering openly at her as Stella released their cocks and got up and locked the door behind Liz, and wondered at how her second day from hell could get any worse while also hating that her pussy was rapidly getting wetter.

"Guess my secret's out Liz, this is how I secured this particular contract and for this renegotiation you are going to help me get it again. I'll get all the credit of course, and the bonus, but hey look at the training and insight I'm giving you!"

Liz had used her looks to get ahead before, she was a good looking girl and she had flirted with clients before but this was a few steps beyond that. She glanced at Stella and couldn't quite believe that the ice cold blonde bitch used her body to secure deals, she just came across so businesslike and professional. Stella returned her look and snapped.

"Clothes off and on your knees Liz, time to show Steve and Bob what a slut my esteemed colleague really is!"

The two smug, overweight businessmen came to the table and picked up their coffees and began to ***** from them while they watched the sexy young executive tentatively begin to strip off for them. Just a few days ago she could never have done this and certainly not without an argument but after all she had done on the back of Stella's blackmail she did not bother putting up any resistance. She submissively unbuttoned her jacket and then her blouse. Her skirt followed then her stockings and finally her bra and panties went leaving the slim brunette stark naked before the other three. The two men were literally drooling at the mouth, slobbering at her fit body.

"You will find, gentleman, that my colleague is very eager to please and indeed I am sure she will be even more accommodating than I was to retain your business for the company. Won't you Elizabeth?"

Stella treated Liz to the biggest ********** smile imaginable, all the while mentally reminding her of the various footage and pictures she held on her. Stella knew it, Liz knew it and Liz just gave a weak nod of ascent.

"Good, on your knees then slut, the boys are waiting."

Liz Locke was noted throughout the company for her prim and proper, business like nature and professional manner, how her colleagues would have been shocked to see her naked and sinking to her knees to take the two fat bastard clients cocks into each hand.

She jerked each of them off hoping beyond hope that it was all they would want. It wasn't. After just a few moments they slapped her hands away and told her not to use them but to use her 'pretty mouth'. She gave them a look of disgust but leaned forward to take Steve's greasy, hairy cock into her mouth. Stella saw the look and spoke up.

"Oh come on slut, we're past the point where you pretend you are disgusted by this. You fucking love it all. You love being treated like the dirty little bitch you are. Get your hand down there on your cunt and play with yourself while you show the gents your oral skills."

Liz hated the fact that her fingers touching her own clit suddenly made her jump and she could then feel her own juices ooze out of her hole and coat her fingers. As she settled into a rhythm of stroking herself the slimy dick in her mouth was removed and she turned her head to take Bob's between her lips. She sucked it right down to the base until his hairy balls pressed against her chin. But Steve did not want to just stand wanking and he pressed in nearer and took the opportunity to slap his dick against Liz's cheek and in her hair.

After that Liz started to alternate between their two dicks rapidly - a few hard sucks on one the release it and a few more on the other. Before long they were at full hardness and coated in a viscous mixture of pre-cum and saliva. But just as she was settling into a pattern Steve's hands reached down, grabbed her by her hair and physically hauled her to her feet before spitting into her gaping mouth then spinning her around and pushing her forward so she was bent over the conference table.

"Time to seal the deal babe, open up."

He stepped in behind her and pushed her thighs apart with his own. Liz looked up and found Stella sitting at the table directly across from her calmly sipping on her coffee and observing the action.

"I don't want sloppy seconds man" moaned Bob as he watched Steve line his cock up in preparation of impaling Liz on it.

"Well you can have her **** hole then, now shut up, you're putting me off and I'm absolutely gagging to stuff this slut's tight cunt!"

Liz despaired of being spoken about and treated like nothing more than a piece of fucking meat and she looked over at the smug countenance of Stella and scowled but that was wiped off her face as her body was shunted forward as Steve's long, hard dick rammed into her pussy from behind and he reached forward to grab her hair and pull back on it as he started to fuck her frenetically over the table. It was a hard and fast and nasty fuck and despite herself Liz was aroused beyond reason. She felt like a cheap whore as the client bnaged her like that while his colleague and Stella watched them but that feeling was not entirely as desperate as it seemed.

He did not last long though and all too quickly Liz felt his body stiffen then with a series of jerks and spasms he ejaculated inside her. She hated that and the fact that she had been close to cumming herself but he quickly withdrew and allowed his colleague access in behind her. Liz grimaced as Bob waddled in behind and lined his dick up with her tight asshole, she knew that no amount of ass fucking would get her off and she almost cried tears of frustration as he plunged into her butt and started a slow pound in and out of her anus. Again she looked up and again Stella's cold blue eyes seemed to see her frustration all too easily and smirk at her predicament.

It was another quick, dirty shag and Bob came with an *********** grunt and filled Liz's ass cavity with several thick spurts of cum. He pulled out too quickly and had to cup the last dribbles in his hand to save it spilling onto the carpet. Stella saw the situation at once and barked an order at Liz.

"You dumb bitch! You should have made sure it was all inside you! Quickly turn around and suck that all up and him clean! We can't have any dodgy stains on th ecarpet or chairs!"

Part of Liz wanted to let just that happen, it would be some small thing to hold over Stella but she knew it was likely nothing she could do anything with and reluctantly peeled her titties off the wooden table surface and once more dropped to her knees and managed to suck the last dregs of cum from bob's cock and then out of his hands. Only after did it register that that cock was fresh out of her asshole. By then she didn't really care.

As she was doing that Stella had produced the contract and was getting Steve's signature in all the right places. As he did that and Bob pulled his trouser sup Stella looked at Liz and asked.

"You need to cum bitch?"

Liz whimpered and desperately wanted to find the strength to so no but she nodded a pathetic ascent.

"Then get on the table and give the boys one last thank you for this contract."

She tossed Liz a black dildo and went back to the contract signing. It seemed to humiliate Liz even more that no one really paid her much heed as she crawled onto he thick wooden table and knelt atop it and eagerly thrust the plastic cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy to get herself off.

The other three barely acknowledged Liz's presence, which was just further *********** for her as she knelt up there over them and frantically played with herself to get herself off.

Stella gathered the papers up and was now wholly back to her completely professional manner and rounded the men up and spoke.

"Thank you Steve, Bob, now how would you like to go and grab tea, my shout of course."

They agreed and grabbed their jackets as the blonde turned to Liz just as Liz came in a moaning, gushing spray all over the conference table.

"You'd better clean that up slut, I don't want anyone suspecting how I managed to secure this contract for another year."

Liz sighed and hated herself that she had made such a display of herself as she slumped on all fours on the hard surface of the table. The door to the room was unlocked and the two men left followed by Stella, in the background the cleaners hoovers could be heard, it was the close of another day in the office.

"Better hurry bitch, or perhaps you're just waiting to fuck the cleaner again? Ha, ha. See you tomorrow, I'm sure I can find more ways you can assist me then."

LE PARIE DE MON MARI


Mariée depuis une dizaine d'année un homme que j'adore, tout allait bien dans notre couple jusqu'à un mercredi, jour ou je ne travaille pas, la ***nette retentit, je vais ouvrir c'est un monsieur que je ne connais pas. Il dit s'appeler Patrick et qu'il connaît bien mon mari, Il me demanda si je suis au courant que mon mari avait parié et perdu une grosse somme d'argent. Je lui dis qu'il doit faire erreur car mon mari ne parie jamais et ne joue pas non plus à des jeux d'argent. Il me montre un papier écrit signé de mon mari sur lequel apparaît la somme qui se monte à plusieurs milliers d'euros. D'un seul coup ma vie s'écroule, nous n'avons pas une telle somme et pas question de faire un prêt, nous sommes à découvert certain mois. Je ne vois qu'une solution revendre la mai*** que nous avons achetée il y a 8 ans, pour pouvoir payer cette dette contractée par mon mari. Je me suis mise à pleurer comme une madeleine l'homme me calme et me dit vouloir faire un arrangement, mais que mon mari lui a promis de le rembourser depuis plusieurs mois et qu'il ne voit rien venir, c'est pour cela qu'il est venu m'en parler. Je lui demande quel arrangement on peut trouver car au maximum, on pourrait lui donner entre 50 et 100 € par mois et au vu de la somme que l'on doit il nous faudrait une trentaine d'année pour tout rembourser sans parler des intérêts. Il me dit qu'il est d'accord, si j'accepte d'être sa maîtresse 2 à 3 fois par semaine. Je lui réponds qu'il est fou et que je ne veux pas tromper mon mari, ce à quoi il me dit que j'ai qu'à en parler avec lui et que si nous sommes d'accord il décompterait à chaque fois qu'il couchera avec moi un certain montant de notre dette. Il prend congé en me disant d'en parler à mon époux et de réfléchir et qu'il viendra demander la réponse dans 10 jours et qu'il nous enverra une lettre dans laquelle il renonce à une partie de l'argent contre divers services que je lui rendrai. Quand au soir mon mari rentre, je lui demande si c'est vraie cette dette, il me dit que oui et m'explique qu'il s'est fait avoir. J'explose et rentre dans une colère noire, et là je vois mon mari effondré en larme et me jure qu'il ne recommencera plus ce genre de connerie. Quelques jours plus tard, je reçois un E-mail de Patrick qui dit cela:
Patrick X reconnaît être d'accord pour effacer la dette de M. et Mme Y. contre divers services qu'ils pourront me rendre.
Madame accepte de devenir ma maîtresse à partir du jour ou je récupérerai cette lettre datée et signée et cela 2 à 3 fois par semaine et s'engage avec l'accord de *** mari à accepter tout ce que je lui demanderai si il ou elle refuse une seule de mes demandes, je casserai cet accord et dans ces conditions M. et Mme Y auront 48 H pour rembourser la somme restant due. Si passé ce délai, je n'ai pas récupéré la totalité de la somme, je déclencherai une procédure de saisie sur leurs biens via un huissier de justice.
Lu et approuvé
Signatures M. et Mme


Le soir mon mari rentre du travail, je lui fais lire cet E-mail que j'ai imprimé. Après l'avoir lu, il me demande:
— Tu ne vas quand même pas accepter cette proposition?
— Tu vois une autre solution?
— Eh! non.
— Bon dans ce cas, nous n'avons d'autre choix que d'accepter cette proposition.
Samedi, jour ou Patrick doit venir pour savoir notre réponse, le matin même il appelle pour nous prévenir qu'il ne pourra pas venir ce jour car il est en voyage pour affaires et ne rentrera que dimanche vers midi, je lui propose s'il n'a rien de prévu ce dimanche de venir dès qu'il sera rentré de *** voyage et que c'est avec plaisir que nous l'accueillerons pour dîner. Un peu embarrassé il accepte. Dimanche midi, Patrick arrive avec un gros bouquet de fleurs et une bouteille de champagne bien frais. Dès que l'on boit l'apéritif, je lui tends le document signé de nous deux et il me dit:
— Dès que j'aurai la lettre dans les mains, je peux te demander ce que je veux.
— Oui je sais, si commencer maintenant ou demain cela ne change pas grand-chose.
— Comme tu veux, tu as des ensembles bas porte jarretelles, slip et soutien gorge?
— Oui.
— Alors vas en mettre un.
Je pars faire ce qu'il me dit, je reviens quelques instants plus tard et je commence à servir le plat que j'avais préparé dans la matinée. Patrick me félicite car il se régale. Quand nous avons fini, je propose du fromage et Patrick me dit:
— Tu vas chercher le fromage mais avant de le ramener tu enlèves ta robe.
Je reviens donc dans la salle en sous vêtements, porte jarretelles et bas avec le fromage. Pour servir le dessert, il me fait enlever mon soutien-gorge, en le servant je remarque que *** pantalon est déformé par une grosse bosse au niveau de *** entre jambe. Le dessert fini les hommes s'installent au salon le temps que le café passe et que je débarrasse la table, une fois fini je les rejoins avec le café. Je reporte les tasses vides à la cuisine puis reviens au salon alors que je vais pour m'asseoir, la voix de Patrick ré***ne:
— Mets toi à quatre pattes sur la table du salon.
— Vous n'allez quand même pas me baiser devant mon mari?
— Si, je veux qu'il voit ce que sa femme est obligée de subir à cause de ses bêtises, dépêches d'enlever ton slip et de te mettre en position.
Dans la précipitation, j'oublie enlever ma culotte, j'entends Patrick qui enlève *** pantalon et *** slip puis il s'approche de moi, arrache ma culotte et sans ménagement il s'enfonce d'une seule poussée de toute sa longueur dans ma chatte et je ne peux m'empêcher de crier:
— Aïe!
— Heureusement que tu mouilles sinon tu aurais eu encore plus mal, ça t'excite de te mettre à poil devant des inconnus.
— Oui, j'ai honte mais c'est bon et ta bite est grosse elle me fait du bien, pardon mon chéri de prendre du plaisir avec un autre homme, mais je sens que je vais jouir.
— Oh! oui qu'est ce quel est bonne la chatte de ta femme.
Ne pouvant plus se retenir, il jouit en même temps que moi. Après avoir repris nos esprits, je demande à Patrick comme il fait bon, si on ne profiterait pas des transats sur la terrasse. Alors que je m'apprête à remettre une robe légère Patrick me dit de rester nue pour profiter pleinement du soleil et qu'il va en faire autant. Nous nous allongeons donc nus sur les transats tout en discutant de choses et d'autres. Au bout de quelques heures Patrick se lève et dit:
— Bon, il est temps que je rentre chez moi, mais comme te voir nue me fait bander, je vais te sauter une deuxième fois.
Je m'apprête à me lever pour rentrer il me retient écarte mes cuisses s'allonge sur moi et me baise là sur la terrasse sans se soucier des voisins qui pourraient nous voir. Après que j'ai joui 2 fois, il accélère la cadence et décharge une bonne quantité de sperme au moment où je jouis pour la troisième fois. Puis Patrick se rhabille et mon mari le raccompagne jusqu'à la porte. Quand mon mari revient je suis dans le salon et il s'aperçoit que des larmes coules sur mes joues et il me demande:
— Mais qu'est ce qu'il y a ma chérie pourquoi ces larmes.
— Tu n'as pas vu, j'ai pris du plaisir avec un autre homme que toi, je t'ai trompé, je suis une salope et tu ne voudras plus me faire l'amour.
— Mais non tu ne m'as pas trompé j'étais là à te regarder.
— Oui, mais j'ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à me faire sauter par un autre homme.
— Je préfère te voir prendre du plaisir que de pleurer le temps qu'il te baise. Et je vais être franc avec toi j'ai même joui dans mon slip la première fois qu'il t'a prise et sans me toucher.
— Alors comme ça tu aimes regarder quand je me fais sauter par un autre et tu désire encore me faire l'amour?
— Oui, je désire encore te faire l'amour et même tout de suite si tu veux?
— Je prends une douche après tu pourras me baiser.
— Non ne prend pas de douche, j'aimerai te prendre tout de suite.
— C'est bien pour te faire plaisir, moi j'aurais préféré me doucher.
Sans plus attendre nous avons fais l'amour dans le salon très rapidement et nous avons recommencé dans la soirée mais dans notre chambre cette fois si.

Résum: Mon mari a parié et perdu une grosse somme d'argent ne pouvant pas rembourser beaucoup tous les mois, je suis devenue la maîtresse de Patrick l'homme à qui mon mari devait l'argent. Pour plus de détail voir le pari de mon mari.
Dix jours ***t passés depuis ce fameux dimanche Patrick étant absent pour *** travail, on est mardi en fin d'après midi, je suis au travail quand je reçois un E-mail de Patrick me demandant si l'ordinateur est équipé d'une webcam et si j'ai MSN. Je réponds par l'affirmatif. Il me demande de m'y connecter une fois fait je peux voir Patrick et nous entamons une conversation par caméra interposée:
— Comment vas-tu depuis la dernière fois?
— Bien, merci et toi ça vas?
— Oui très bien. Et comment a réagi ton mari dimanche après mon départ?
— Très bien, on a même fait l'amour et il n'a pas voulu que je me douche avant.
— Relève ta jupe, que je vois tes dessous. Tu es superbe avec tes Dim up, caresses toi, enlève ta culotte.
— Je peux mettre le verrou à la porte de mon bureau? J'ai peur que quelqu'un entre.
— Non, ouvre ton chemisier retire ton soutif et caresse tes seins et de l'autre main enfonces toi deux doigts dans ta chatte.
— Oh! C'est bon, j'ai envie de jouir.
— Non, tu dois jouir en même temps que moi.
A ce moment là je regarde mon écran et je vois Patrick nu en train de se branler ce qui a pour effet de faire monter mon excitation d'un cran. Alors que nous sommes sur le point de jouir la porte de mon bureau s'ouvre, c'est mon patron qui en voyant le tableau s'excuse d'être entré sans frappé et referme le porte et regagne *** bureau. Je n'ai même pas eu le temps de faire quoi que se soit, j'explique à Patrick se qui vient de se passer mais sans arrêter de me masturber et même en mettant un troisième doigt dans ma chatte et quelques instant plus tard on jouit tous les deux en même temps. Après avoir repris mes esprits, je me rhabille salut Patrick et coupe la connexion puis je me dirige vers le bureau de mon patron. Tous les bureaux ***t vides, j'arrive devant la porte de celui de mon patron, je frappe la lumière au dessus de la porte m'indique que je peux rentrer ce que je fais, dés la porte refermée je dis:
— Je suis venu m'excuser pour le tableau auquel vous avez assisté il y a quelques minutes.
— Non, c'est à moi de m'excuser je n'aurais pas du entrer sans frapper.
— Il faut que je vous explique pourquoi j'étais en train de me caresser.
— Je ne vous demande rien, vous pouvez faire se qu'il vous plaît de votre vie, je suis rentré dans votre bureau après les heures de bureau.
— Si je tiens absolument que vous sachiez pour quel rai*** j'étais à moitié nue dans mon bureau. Mon mari a parié une grosse somme d'argent et nous ne pouvons pas rembourser cette somme, l'homme à qui on doit cette somme veut bien diminuer celle-ci mais en contre partie je suis sa maîtresse 2 à 3 fois par semaine avec interdiction de refuser ce qu'il me demande.
— Mais votre mari est au courant de cet accord.
— Oui, c'est lui qui a perdu le pari et d'ailleurs la première fois ça s'est passé devant lui.
— Ah! bon, tu sais, je te trouve très belle et si je étais resté à te regarder prendre du plaisir tu aurais continué?
— Oui, certainement j'étais déjà à un point de non retour.
— Si j'avais su je serais resté c'est tellement beau une femme qui prend du plaisir en se branlant.
Après cette discussion, Je quitte mon travail et quand mon mari rentre, comme d'habitude je lui raconte tout dans les moindres détails y compris la conversation avec mon patron. Le soir au lit, il me fait l'amour juste avant que l'on s'endorme. Quelques jours plus tard alors que je suis avec mon amant je lui dis qu'après avoir coupé mon ordinateur, je suis allé voir mon patron pour lui expliquer pourquoi il m'avait vu avec mes doigts dans ma chatte et lui dit ce que mon patron m'a dit, c'est là qu'il me dit qu'il m'a enregistré sur *** ordinateur et qu'il me l'enverra: et que si je veux je pourrais le transmettre à mon patron. Le lendemain comme de fait, j'ai un E-mail avec la vidéo et je la renvoie à mon patron avec ce petit mot:
— Vous m'avez dis que vous auriez aimé me regarder me caresser mardi dernier, alors je vous envoie cette vidéo que mon amant a enregistré comme ça vous pourrez me regarder autant de fois que vous le voulez.
— Très belle vidéo, merci.

Mercredi, Patrick arrive chez moi et me propose:
— Si on allait voir les magasins de centre ville de Lille (nous habitons à 50 KM de Lille)
— Pourquoi pas, la dernière fois que j'y suis allé, je n'étais pas encore marié.
— Vas te changer mettre une robe courte et sans sous vêtements.
Nous voilà partis, sur l'autoroute, Patrick me demande de remonter ma robe et mettre mes pieds bien écartés sur le tableau de bord. En dépassant certain camion nous avons le droit à quelques coups de klaxon et des appels de phares. Arrivés en ville, nous nous promenons depuis un moment, comme si nous étions marie et femme, Patrick a sa main sur ma taille, alors que nous pas***s dans une rue un plus calme du coté du vieux Lille, Patrick descend sa main, la passe sous ma robe et remonte jusqu'à mes fesses. Si des gens nous suivent, ils vont s'apercevoir que je n'ai pas de culotte. Je tente de protester, mais il me pousse dans un coin d'un passage donnant dans la cour d'un immeuble, il fait sombre, là il me fait pencher en avant, je m'appuie sur une pierre, Patrick relève ma robe et me pénètre sans trop de difficulté car je mouille. Il m'amène vite vers l'orgasme, mais au moment ou je vais jouir, il se retire et me dit :
— Tu as envie de jouir salope?
— Oh! Oui dépêches toi de me faire jouir.
— Enlèves ta robe, je veux que tu sois à poil pour jouir.
— Mais n'importe qui peut passer.
— Ça m'est égale mets toi à poil.
Sachant que je n'ai pas le droit de refuser sous peine de voir notre contrat rompu, je m'exécute, dès que je suis nue je reprends la position et aussitôt Patrick me pénètre à nouveau et à peine quelques allers et retours et j'ai un orgasme fulgurant. Mais Patrick n'a pas encore joui et continue à me baiser très fort, un homme passe et nous voit, il s'arrête, au bout de quelques instants n'en pouvant plus, il sort *** sexe et se branle puis s'approche un peu plus de nous. Quand l'homme est proche de nous et baisse totalement *** pantalon et Patrick m'ordonne :
— Suces le jusqu'à ce qu'il jouisse dans ta bouche
— Non, Je ne le connais pas.
A peine ma phrase fini que je reçois une série de fessée et de nouveau Patrick m'ordonne:
— Tu vas le sucer et le faire jouir en même temps que je jouirai.
— Oui, d'accord.
Je prends donc en bouche le sexe de cet homme dont je ne connais même pas le prénom. Je le pompe pendant plusieurs minutes et j'accélère le rythme en sentant que Patrick ne va plus tenir longtemps. Au moment où les deux hommes jouissent j'ai moi aussi un orgasme. Patrick m'oblige à nettoyer leur sexe avec ma bouche. Une fois leur bite bien propre nous nous rhabillons tous les trois. Il est temps de regagner la voiture pour rentrer chez nous. Arrivés à la voiture Patrick me dit:
— Comme tu as osé refuser de sucer l'homme tout à l'heure, tu vas enlever ta robe pour le retour
— Pas ici en ville, sur l'autoroute je veux bien.
— Non, tu la retires tout de suite, je te veux à poil pendant tout le retour sinon j'annule le contrat.
N'ayant pas d'autre choix j'enlève ma robe et c'est totalement nue que je fais le retour et comme à l'aller plusieurs véhicules et principalement les camions klaxonnent ou font des appels de phares. Patrick me dépose chez moi et il m'interdit de me rhabiller pour rentrer dans la mai***. La porte à peine fermée, je me rencontre que mon mari est déjà rentré lui aussi ayant entendu la porte d'entrée il sort de la cuisine arrive devant moi et s'exclame:
— Mais enfin tu n'es pas sortie dans cette tenue?
— Non j'ai mis une robe avant de partir.
— Mais alors pourquoi tu es toute nue maintenant?
— Il vaut mieux que je te raconte toute l'après midi mais avant je prends une douche et je passe un peignoir.
— Non reste comme ça.
Nous avançons dans la cuisine Je raconte donc toute mon après midi dans les moindres détails et dès la fin de mon récit mon mari me baise après m'avoir allongée sur la table et j'ai encore eu du plaisir.
Deux jours plus tard, alors que je rentre du boulot un peu plutôt que d'habitude, je remarque que la voiture de Patrick est devant la mai*** et que mon mari est rentré. Une fois dans la mai***, je les entends qui se marre bien, ils n'ont pas du m'entendre rentrer, je reste dans le couloir, je les entends bien rigoler et là cette phrase sortant de la bouche de mon mari, c'était vraiment génial cette idée de dette pour l'obliger à coucher avec toi et le contrat que si elle refuse quoi que se soit le contrat est nul. Là je rentre dans une colère noire, je fais irruption dans le salon je vire Patrick en lui disant de ne plus chercher à me voir que si j'ai envie de le voir je sais où il habite. Une fois Patrick parti je me fâche contre mon mari en lui demandant pourquoi il a fait ça.

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Julie downed her fifth Tequila of the night in one go and wiped her lips with her hand sexily, the young waiter hadn't actually left the table and she leaned over and reached between his legs and grabbed his semi erect cock through the cheap fabric of his trousers and pulled him towards her and gave him a full on French kiss. When she finally relinquished her hold on his tongue he staggered back away from the table she toyed with him even more.

"Hey sexy boy, that was your tip, meet me round the back when the bar shuts at one and I'll give you a whole lot more."

He nodded, stupefied at the brazen actions of the sexy young American woman, wondering if she was for real or not and suspecting (and hoping) she was serious.

Meantime Julie's two companions at the table, her best mates who were having the time of their lives on this Mexican holiday, Lisa and Linette. Were laughing and joking and amazed at just how forward Julie was. It had always been the same though, Julie Duncan always had to be the centre of attention, and she loved it there.

Not so enamoured with the scantily dressed American's behaviour were the locals though, especially the women. They had watched disgusted at the brown haired American's behaviour tonight and indeed for the duration of their stay in their village. Her two blonde companions were little better but at least they had a modicum of decency but not the one called Julie she behaved like a complete slut in their eyes, a devilish seductress who their younger men could not keep their eyes off. It was intolerable and indecent and if looks could have killed Julie would have endured a million deaths since she had arrived in the small village of El Trapesco.

*

A little less than two hours later and with Lisa and Linette safely tucked up in their beds Julie was as good as her word and behind the bar on her knees and with the young waiters cock in her mouth giving him the most amazing blow job he had ever experienced. He had nervously appeared behind the bar at closing time and searched the shadows anxiously wondering if the gringo woman had been serious or not. Julie stepped out of the shadows like a vision of sex incarnate wearing nothing more than her low slung white shirt and her tiny denim shorts, both of which she had off by the time she had walked over to young Paco. With a wicked smile she dropped to her knees before the trembling teenager and had eased his stiffening cock out from behind his trousers moments later. It was a long thin specimen, not as thick as Julie liked them (and what Julie Duncan did not know about the world of cock was not worth knowing) so she decided it would just be a blow job tonight, still the look on his face was worth it as she took him in her mouth.

Her technique was like nothing the young Mexican could have imagined, while Julie's practised tongue was expertly swirling under his foreskin and playing with his pisshole her lips were sucking greedily on his shaft. All the while her nimble hands were massaging his balls to the point of climax before easing off and building it back up time and again. He was actually on his toes as he tried to hold off cumming as he wanted to prolong this heaven, as if he had any say in matters. No, when Julie had had enough she just squeezed her fingers and increased her suction and his balls gave up his load, the first spurt tasted bad so she took the next ones on her face. What the hell she was on holiday after all. Mind you maybe she shouldn't have wiped her face on the guys trousers, who knows what his girlfriend would think to those types of stains in the morning....

*

The next morning was the Wednesday of the second week of the three girls two week vacation. They had come here because it wasn't too touristy, against Julie's better judgement, she had wanted a livelier location. But then she decided wherever she was the party was too.

They had walked through the streets of the village that morning to get to the small, secluded beach just a mile or so walk away already in their bikinis. Lisa and Linette had long shirts over theirs until they got to the golden sands but not Julie, she proudly strode through the village in just her skimpy two piece, her towel in the basket she carried.

This was just after eleven in the morning and the inhabitants of this ****** Mexican village were not used to seeing such a fit, tanned, beautiful woman strolling along their streets in next to nothing. And Julie was really beautiful. She was just under 5'6", had an amazing figure that sported nice pert breasts and a really nice small ass with as flat a stomach as you could imagine. She had a really pretty face too, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, her long light brown hair seemingly always perfect. The problem was she more than knew how sexy she was and was beyond proud of it.

Behind her designer sunglasses she was more than aware of the young guys in the village stopping what they were doing to ogle her, of the women glowering at her and envying her at the same time and of all the disapproving glares from the older folks. She just loved the attention.

Although the village itself was pretty quiet they had been able to use it very much as a base and go for day trips to lots of places and really this was only the second day of the holiday they had just lazed about on the beach. Julie was looking forward to it. She had her CD player, some discs, a book, a couple of bottles of ******* and lotion and it was real sunny, what more did a sun worshipper like her want from life? Well a male would be handy.

They got to the beach and it was as deserted as it was picturesque.

"God, how lucky were we finding this place?" gushed Lisa.

The others agreed and quickly set to setting up their towels and getting down to some serious sunbathing. It wasn't long before Julie was needing another layer of lotion and with a fit of giggles sexy blonde Linette was over and straddling her bum to apply the lotion. Julie was not into girls, she loved cock too much for that but if she had been Linette would have made one hell of a lover. The slim blonde had the most magical hands as she massaged the oil into Julie's skin, undoing her bra top to do away with any tan lines.

The heat and the relaxed atmosphere was so addictive. When Linette was finished she rolled onto her towel and asked Julie to return the favour. Julie, being Julie, didn't bother with her bikini top and climbed aboard the blonde's back with her perfect breasts glistening in the sun. It was only as she started rubbing the creamy lotion into Linette's soft, supple skin that she realised that something was blocking out her sun. She looked up to see an old woman standing over, dressed in tattered black clothing. She had a shopping basket in her hand and was standing looking at Julie like she was a visitor from another world. The old woman twisted her face into a disgusted snarl and she spat angrily next to Linette's towel.

"Putas!"

She exclaimed before angrily stomping off. Julie just knelt there, tits jutting out for anyone to see looking at her confused.

Lisa didn't even look up from her sunbathing position as she explained it.

"It means 'Whores' girls. Guess she's got you pegged Julie."

All three laughed at that and Julie went back to rubbing lotion on her friends back and rubbing it in nice and deep.

"Yeah but she doesn't need paying for it, does she? Julie's pretty much giving it away!"

Chimed in Linette from below Julie, which earned her a playful spank on her bronzed ass as all three collapsed in fits of giggles.

*

That night they hit the main bar / restaurant again. There was a band playing live music and the place was even busier than usual with locals. The girls were more than aware of the attention on them when they entered but were used to it by now and took their usual seats and Julie was not slow in clicking her fingers and ordering a jug of the local beer for them to start with. Julie was dressed even more daring than she had been up to now. A silver T-back top that all but bared her breasts, and an incredibly small black mini skirt and heels was all she wore -- she wasn't big on underwear at all.

As the evening moved on the ***** flowed, the music rocked and the placed was fairly packed out. All three girls really went for it that night and it wasn't long before they were on the floor and dancing up a storm. And this was definitely dancing of the dirty variety. While Lisa and Linette were happy to dance with each other and strut their stuff sexily that wasn't enough for Julie, she quickly located two locals to sandwich herself between and was bumping, grinding and rubbing to her hearts content.

She really went overboard, her hands all over their bodies, their chests and bums being groped and felt for all she was worth and they returned the attention. There were not many minutes when Julie was up dancing that she did not have a hand under her skirt or fingers rubbing at her soaking wet pussy.

So really it was no surprise when Julie disappeared with her two dance partners late in the night, she didn't even know their names as they led her to a nearby stable, both men eager to get a piece of the action, and Julie was willing to give them it. She was no stranger to threesomes. Their hands were all over her now, even more so than in the bar, her clothes were easily cast aside and those rough, Mexican fingers were pinching and probing at her with abandon. Julie moaned with pleasure and her own hands were hardly dormant, they already had both the men's cocks out and were playing with them, eager to get them inside her.

With Julie's well practised hands manipulating both dicks it was not long until they were totally stiff and straining for action. Both were a good bit thicker than the waiter's the previous night and Julie was already imagining them deep inside her pussy, they would fill it nicely. She hauled off her flimsy top and allowed both men to get a good look at the perfect tits they had been fondling half the night before dropping to her knees and continuing her masturbation of their cocks. They were not in her hands much longer before she leaned to the one on her right and sucked it into her mouth. After a strong suck and lick she let it slide out turned her head and did the same to the cock on her left before stating to alternately take the cocks in one at a time sucking them harder and harder. She even attempted, and partially succeeded, to get both cocks in her mouth at the same time, something she had never done before. Kneeling there with two cock heads lodged between her lips made her feel so dirty and nasty and so, so good.

She supposed she was a nymphomaniac, a sex addict but she loved that so was it really a bad thing? She knew her friends would be disappointed in her and her family had already all but disowned her for her sex crazy ways but damn, cock was just too much fun for her.

Finally Julie's mouth gave up the two cocks to her other holes. She got down on all fours and presented her well tanned, slim backside to one of the guys while the other obviously wanted more of that gasping, wet mouth and moved around and onto his knees and pressed his dick back into her mouth. Julie felt the guy behind her slip his fingers between her thighs and feel for her soaking wet pussy and ease a couple of fingers inside her. He finger fucked her like that for a short time while his friends enjoyed face fucking her. Julie was in cock heaven. Then she felt the fingers being removed from her pussy and tracing their way from there right over her asshole and up her bum to her back, for a moment she thought (hoped) he would jam them in her ass but no. Then she felt his stiff prick head between her ass cheeks and searching out her pussy, finding it and punching it's way inside so that she was being fucked from both ends.

She moaned as he started to really fucked her from behind, doggy style, his hairy halls smacking against her thighs as he pounded her. The movement it caused her face ****** her deeper and deeper onto the other guys cock and it was soon right down her throat, prodding at the back of her throat, making her fight off her gag reflex.

The floor beneath them was dirty and dusty and this whole place was really such a shithole but it suited Julie to be lying around in the filth being spit roasted like this, she was just that filthy. With almost simultaneous grunts the two Mexican's started to cum, the one at her mouth holding her ears tight as he jerked and shot his load deep into her mouth while the other one held onto her hips as he pumped her pussy full of his seed. When they were finally done, Julie sucked and licked the last of their loads from their shrinking cocks and as she licked the remnants from her finger with her right hand she reached down to her own pussy and played with herself bringing herself off in a gushing flood of cum that sprinkled and darkened the ground between her legs.

The two guys, sated smiled and left without further ado and Julie sat there a moment longer to let the wave of ecstasy wash over her but she did not know that they had had an audience, two angry looking women peering round the back corner of the shed would make sure the rest of the village knew what a despicable slut the American woman was before the night was over.

*

The next morning as Julie and Lisa sat around the breakfast table eating their holiday was shattered when Linette arrived with the most terrible news.

"It's Steve!"

She moaned loudly as the two friends turned to look at Linette. Steve was Linette's brother and Lisa's boyfriend.

"He's had a crash! On his motorbike! He's in intensive care! Oh my god this is so bad. We have to go back!"

The others calmed her down a little and got the full story out of her. It wasn't quite as bad as Linette was making out but no doubt it was serious and both she and Lisa decided they had to go back to be with him and their family straight away. Julie was going to go back with them but they wouldn't hear of her holiday ending early too and the truth was Julie didn't put up too much of an argument against it. Agreeing that she could 'entertain' herself for three more days by herself before heading back.

Julie drove them back to the town from where they would get a cab to the nearest airport to get them back and waved them off before heading back to the village and three days she intended to fill with even more sock crazy action, unhindered as she was by her friends now.

*

That evening, as if nothing was any different Julie was down at the local watering hole perched at the bar eyeing up the talent. She had four days left on the holiday and more importantly three nights and she wasn't going to be spending them alone if she could help it.

She was actually dressed like a total slut that night, even more so than when her friends had been there, without them and in a foreign land she was unlikely to ever see again she had decided to be as daring and outrageous as she possibly could be. She wore a white lacy top that was cut off just below her breasts. The thinness of the fabric and the laciness meant that it was nearly possible to see Julie's nipples through it. Her white skirt was tiny, really the shortest that she owned and as with most of her nights out she wasn't wearing underwear. She had on white heels and all that white made her gorgeous, deep tan look magnificent and really made her stand out in the crowded bar -- which is just how she liked it.

It was early and she had had a few ******, the ******* flowing quicker with less chat to be had. She had received plenty of admiring (and jealous) glances and was appraising the talent to see if there was anyone special she fancied fucking tonight when unexpectedly a young woman slid up beside her at the bar.

She was about Julie's age, introduced herself as Salma and was instantly extremely chatty and friendly. It was such a surprise to Julie that she took a while to get used to the idea, another woman seemingly not jealous of her? But she found that Salma was pretty good company and seemed into guys herself and Julie found herself quite enjoying the Mexican's company. She bought her a ***** and after they had downed them Salma insisted she buy her one in return but promised her a local concoction that would 'blow her mind'. Julie could hardly refuse.

"This is a local *****, a real mind blower, I don't now if an American like you can handle it" teased the Latino beauty.

Julie snorted.

"Honey, there ain't a ***** invented I can't handle!"

Maybe not but perhaps Julie should have watched and seen that her ***** did not come from the same bottle as Salma's it came from an encased wooden battle. If she could have seen behind the wood cover she wouldn't have been so keen to ***** it, not with some of the bizarre things floating in it. Still it looked normal enough when placed on the bar next to Salma's and both girls hardly looked at the *****s as the clinked them together then downed them in one.

The remainder of the night was a blur for Julie. Literally a blur. She would not be able to tell who she had spoken with, what she had done or what she had *****. Not that it mattered, the damage was already done. Before she knew it she had passed out at the bar and was lying there as the locals partied around her, nearly all with one eye on this brash American woman who had been so annoying this past couple of weeks.

*

Julie blinked her eyes open slowly, her whole head feeling like it was in a thick fog that she could barely see through/ her eyelids felt so heavy and her mouth so thirsty, Christ this had to be the worst hangover ever. And she couldn't move her legs, or her arms!

Though she did not know it the reason Julie could not move her limbs was because each ankle and wrist had a heavy metal weight tied to it. She was also buried right up to below her now naked boobs in sand on the secluded local beach. Her slowly awakening eyes were just adjusting to the light and fathoming where in the world she was when it all went dark again as a shadow came over her face. From somewhere in her mind a memory came back to her as the old woman leaned over her and spat the word "Puta" at her again just as she had done two days earlier only this time actually accompanied by saliva landing on Julie's face. Julie tried to speak, to make some noise but nothing came for now she was helplessly mute, a dire side affect of her current condition. She tried to clear her mind and focus but it was no good and in the warm sun she was just stuck there boiling with a desperate craving for something that she could not quite figure out.

The old hag moved out of her eye line and things were bright again, she was so confused what was going on? And then she got a moment of clarity. It came as a man walked up to where she was buried in the sand and pulled down his shorts to reveal a stiff penis. Just seeing it set Julie off, she craved it, wanted to taste it wanted it in her mouth or pussy or somewhere inside her, she felt she had to have a cock and was desperately trying to move her immobile buried body to get at it.

Somewhere in her mind she had the last vestiges of her old self and was horrified that she seemed to be acting like a speechless, grunting, **** addict and that apparently her **** of choice was cock. The man was just in front of her, she had been buried at the perfect height so that her face would be at a normal height man's crotch, and he was masturbating frantically before her. All Julie tried to do was move her head forward to get her mouth to the cock but she constantly came up short. His movements got more and more frantic until he came with a low moan, spraying Julie's exposed face with his cum. To her own consternation she found herself desperately stretching her tongue around her mouth to try and lick up his cum. He squeezed out the last of his sperm onto her tits and pulled up his shorts and moved away. He was instantly replaced by another guy who already had his dick in his hand and was about to do the exact same. When he finally came all over Julie's hair he was replaced by another man and so it continued.

It was like being trapped in some bizarre cock crazy dream, being stuck there while random strangers came up to her and spunked all over her face and chest. However, as the day wore on and her craving to taste the cum and the cocks wavered she became increasingly sure it was no dream, this was real, she had been ********* and was now being used as a cum dump!

With the sun getting higher and higher in the sky, and with a seemingly never ending stream of guys lining up to shoot their loads on her face Julie wasn't sure if it was sweat or runny cum that was dribbling down her face. Whichever, she wished she could get her hands to it to wipe it out of her gummed up eyes, nose and mouth. Her craving for cock and the cum had dissipated over time as had her foggy memory all that really remained to return of her sense was her voice. But as it was all she could do was kneel there and watch one dirty Mexican after another (recognising many of them from the village) approach her and shoot cum all over her.

She was tired, her throat was parched, her face felt horrible and sticky and she wanted to know what the fuck was going on, why she was being treated like this. Didn't these idiots know she was an American citizen? Then a break, after the last nervous local had shot a thick load of cum all over Julie's mouth and lips it wasn't a man that replaced him -- it was a woman! And Julie vaguely recognised her as the girl she had ***** with the night before. A groan came from Julie's mouth as she tried desperately to ask what was going on.

Salma knelt beside her and busied herself with a small spatula collecting a lot of the cum off Julie's face and chest and wiping it into a glass of the ***** from last night.

"Well hello my American slut friend! It looks like you have had quite the time of it today. All these cocks for you and no competition, just how you like it I imagine."

Julie tried to speak again but it was an indecipherable mumble.

"Hush now, I'll explain everything for you. You see we women in the village thought that as you seemed to be so keen on men, or rather so keen on their cocks that we should see it as our duty to help you get as much as you could ever possibly want. That ***** you had last night? I told you it would blow your mind and it will, literally. See I am putting as much cum in it as possible today. Yesterday there was just the barman's cum in it and look how you felt this morning, how desperately you craved cum, imagine what you will feel like with all this in it"

And at that Salma held the cum clogged glass up for Julie to see. There was still a slight green tinge to it but by and large the glass was clotted with a lot of the cum collected off Julie's face and chest. Again Julie tried to communicate, she could sense her voice coming back to her but not quickly enough to try and reason with this woman. She felt like she was trapped in some strange nightmare and was unable to wake from it.

Salma stirred the thick concoction with her spoon right in front of Julie's eyes, stirring it slowly to let the American girl see how thick and cloying it was. She reached out and held Julie's chin and throat and tilted her head up while also easing Julie's lips apart, she didn't have the strength to close them again. With Julie's head in position like that Salma held the glass over her mouth and tantalisingly slowly tipped the glass over and dribbled the ***** into her mouth. It seemed to go on agonisingly slowly for the brash tourist, she became acutely aware that many of the men and women of the village were around them in a wider circle, watching this unfold. But none seemed to want to interfere or help here. The first heavy drip exited the glass and slowly moved down from it in a long, sticky trail until it landed, perfectly on Julie's tongue. It was followed by more until Julie could feel and taste the ***** on her tongue and slowly heading down her throat. She so desperately wanted to be able to close her mouth to this but was completely unable to. As the thick cloying liquid entered her stomach she felt all light headed again and within seconds was once more ***********.

*

Hours later in the bar in town, all the tourists and out of towners had left the bar but it was still unusually busy when the bar owner locked the door. However, for once *****ing was not the main reason for being there.

A room just off the main bar was kept for special occasions or functions and right at that moment it was locked and in darkness and deserted except for Julie. She knelt on the wooden floorboards patiently, like a dog waiting on its master. If she had wanted to escape the room should could not, each of her ankles and wrists had a leather strap tightly knotted around it then tied to four metal rings in the floor. But escape was barely on her mind, somewhere in her subconscious she knew she did not want to be there but further forward in her mind there was only thoughts of com and of cum.

She was hot and sweaty and dusty. She had been there like that for hours now with no attention paid her and she desperately wanted attention, she craved it. She could just imagine all the men out there in the main bar, where all the noise was, all those men and all their cocks. She craved their attention. She pulled yet again at the straps that held her, not to effect an escape but rather in the vain hope she could gain enough purchase to reach one of her hands to her pussy in an attempt to sate her burning arousal. She was frustrated yet again.

All at once the room was flooded with light and noise. Julie looked up through dopey, glazed looking eyes and blinked under the invasion of light. Men and women spilled into the room all staying a certain distance from the restrained American, all observing her with various degrees of derision and lust. There were almost thirty people in the room by the time the last entered and closed the door behind them and it was a hot, sweaty enclosed place with people up against each other all circled around Julie. She should have been terrified at what might happen but instead she was excited, at last she might get some action!

Some of the braver men went first, dropping the front of their trousers and pulling their dicks out, waving them at Julie just inches from her face. Her eyes lit up at the sight and she strained against her bonds to get her tongue nearer them, she felt like she needed dick, any dick, so badly. The women, and there were plenty there, sneered and laughed at Julie, their memories of how haughty and superior she had acted still fresh in their heads. How they enjoyed the American prickteaser being reduced to this. Literally a mindless cock crazy ****** unable to resist her primal urges for sex.

The men were in full on teasing mode, slapping their dicks around, goading Julie as the came agonisingly within touching distance of her body only to pull away. She was almost slavering and salivating there as her mouth watered at the prospect of cock. But it was not her mouth that would first taste cock late that hot and steamy night.

Julie did not even realise the man had come that bit closer from behind her until she felt his hands on her sweet ass cheeks, prising them apart and sliding a slick finger down into them. She reacted to that all right but she could do little more than strain her neck and peer over her shoulder at what was going on behind her. It was s short, hairy, squat local that Julie would not have given a second glance a night ago but now the stubby, fat cock he held in his hands was the most desirable thing she had ever seen. He slapped her ass hard, much to the delight of the throng before pulling her cheeks apart and bending down to insert his cock in Julie's ass. It was a tight squeeze and Julie's felt her ass being pushed open by his dick and wished that he would use his cock on her pussy or her mouth but still felt some arousal at his anal penetration. Then he was in her and pumping away from behind and the crowd cheered and laughed and Julie stretched in her bonds to accommodate the ass fucking,

As she rocked back and forth her mouth hung open, pleading silently for attention too. She needed to taste cock too. But for the moment that was not going to happen, everybody had been told to let Hector (for it was he balls deep in Julie's asshole) to assfuck the American whore first, it was his birthday after all.

It was quite the spectacle for all the other watching locals, seeing Hector pump his fat ass quickly in and out as he assfucked the stuck up America tourist and her seemingly loving it and gagging for more male attention. There was an ******istic quality about their coupling, what with Hector resembling a fat pig (especially as he had stripped off) and Julie squealing and acting like a bitch in heat. Still though there was a part of Julie's mind that recognised how embarrassing this was for her and desperately wanted to regain control over the rest of her mind and body. It was a struggle she could not win however, as she was like a junkie needing her fix of cock and cum right then.

Hector finally finished his performance, emptying his heavy ball sacs right inside Julie's asshole while he slapped her ass cheeks hard and cheered. The rowdy throng cheered with him and as he withdrew his, shrinking, slimy cock from her asshole one of his friends handed him a beer and he downed it in one. Salma let him finish then directed him as to how he could clean his cock.

"Here, Hector, you enjoyed that, yes? Now take your penis and let the whore suck it clean, yes? Look how badly she needs it in her dirty mouth!"

Salma's beautiful face twisted into a lurid leer as she said this and looked down at Julie. As dirty and disgusting as it was to take a cock straight from her ass Julie could not stop herself straining against her bonds to allow it into her bonds, much to the amusement of all the women present.

"Stinking puta, you belong in a gutter!" spat one charming local as Julie stretched her neck to it's fullest to try and reach Hector's dangling cock.

Inside she burned with embarrassment and shame but just getting the cock in her lips was a blessed relief to Julie, she registered the disgusting smell and taste but ignored them as she set to work sucking and cleaning his messy cock. Hector was delighted to have such a beautiful woman sucking on his cock so enthusiastically while swigged beer. It really was the best birthday present ever!

But the night would not remain just about Hector, there were plenty other men there who would very soon getting their pick of which hole of Julie's to stick their hard cocks in.

After Julie had licked all the detritus from Hectors dick he swayed back and was swallowed by the crowd. But he was quickly replaced by another stabbing a monster sized dick at Julie's gasping mouth. She literally had to stretch her lips apart to get it in but she was keen and somehow got it in and was starting to suck it hard when she felt another guy behind her sliding long, thin cock up her wet pussy. This was more like it!

As Julie was being energetically spit roasted, her mind in ecstasy as she finally had what she so desired (cock) another couple of villagers came up either side of the guy fucking her face and began to masturbate. These poor souls were married and their wives would not allow them to fuck the foreign slut but did allow their men to jerk off over her. So while Julie gagged and struggled with the monster dick in her mouth her eyes were watching two more dicks in close proximity to her face. They came at almost the same time, creating a criss cross effect of cum right across Julie's forehead and eyes. Julie ignored the semen and concentrated on sucking the guy was about ready to blow his load and she wanted to taste every last drop. He came in an explosion in her mouth, immediately filling it and spilling some from the corners of her mouth. She sucked at it like a baby sucking her dummy, not letting go even when the guy fucking her from behind filled her pussy as well.

More men followed, some in her mouth, some her pussy and a few in her ass, with the unlucky others just blowing their loads over her increasingly messed up face. Two hours after the bar had shut up each had had their fill except Julie who still desperately craved more cock, her hormones totally out of whack.

Salma approached her with an empty wine bottle and squatted to be eye to eye with Julie as she spoke.

"Your last fuck in out little village will be from me. I hope you enjoyed your holiday, don't hurry back, we don't like man hungry, American whores like you!"

The fiery Mexican woman grabbed another bottle from a hand in the crowd and moved behind Julie. With no little difficulty Salma shoved one bottle up Julie's ass and one in her pussy, double stuffing her and began to fiercely pump both hands to fuck Julie's holes with the bottles. Salma had incredible zest and stamina and as much as Julie wanted her body to match it after a good twenty five minutes of hard bottle fucking the night overcame Julie and she passed out- a large smile on her face and dreaming of cocks.

*

The next conscious thought Julie has was when the taxi she was in the back of came to a screeching halt outside the airport. Her eyelids were heavy, her limbs ached and her whole body felt wrong. But her mind, despite a fog was back to thinking for itself, albeit very, very slowly.

The driver turned in his seat and held out his hand and began shouting at her, obviously demanding payment and pointing at his watch. Without taking time to think Julie fished out her purse and paid the man. Seconds later she was stood on the pavement beside the large building with her case at her feet. She had spotted her airline ticket in her purse and handed it to a nearby airport worker and he pointed Julie to the far end of the building and pointed at his watch.

"You better hurry Lady five more minutes and no more boarding on that flight!" he warned.

Julie grabbed her bag (had she packed it? She struggled to remember) and ran for the opposite end of the building. While the details of her holiday still eluded her grasping memories she instinctively knew she just wanted to get home. She handed over her ticker at the desk and passed her suitcase through and followed the directions the booking clerk offered her. But as soon as she rounded the corner her heart sank. Six policemen were waiting on her, one with a sniffer dog and it immediately made its way towards Julie and began sniffing her handbag.

She could only stutter and stammer in growing horror as she was led into a small room by the police and her handbag opened and found to contain a small white packet, which made all the policemen smile at each other. It was cocaine and had been bought with Julie's own money by Salma the evening before.

"Young lady, I hope you like Mexican prison food, because I think that is all you will be eating for some time," informed a smiling officer as he clamped cuffs on the stunned tourist.

"You can't do this to me! I'm an American!"

Julie was distraught and emotional. She had been ever since the customs officer had found the ***** planted in her bag. Small wonder after the trauma she had gone through in the past couple of days. Her Mexican holiday of cock teasing fun had turned decidedly sour on her.

"You stupid dago bastards, it was a set up! That greasy bitch Salma set me up!"

She was scared now and the very worst side of her explosive nature was to the fore.

"You dumb wetbacks, you fucking morons, you are being played. What is it with this fucking country, is everyone fucking stupid?"

She was wasting her breath on the policemen who had led her to this holding cell and walked away, they were almost out of earshot now. Not out of earshot however were three local prostitutes who had been busted earlier that evening for trying to turn over a client and were just waiting for their pimp to bail them out. They were not in the best of tempers anyway and listening to this beautiful American shout the odds like this was not helping. Julie hadn't even turned around in her cell to know that she was not alone, but when she did she instantly regretted her hasty shouts.

They were the perfect contrasts to Julie. Whereas she was dressed in pristine white, a knee high skirt, blouse and heels to perfectly show off her tan they were dark and swarthy and wearing the cheapest, tackiest clothes imaginable. Julie looked at them sheepishly and brushed her light brown hair back on her head and nervously smiled and stalked over to a bench at the far end of the large holding cell.

The Mexican whores street names were Cat, Nel and Apache and all three were thinking that this prissy, obnoxious American bitch offered an opportunity for a bad day to get considerably better.

"What you think you doing bitch?! That's our bench!" snarled Apache, the oldest and biggest of the three.

Julie jumped at the harsh demand and any confidence she had left after her ordeals in the village the past two days was suddenly gone. She got up fast, stumbled and apologised all at the same time, she would have been as well with a sign round her neck saying "Easy meat". The three prostitutes just chuckled.

"Why you standing over there girl? What's the matter, are we not good enough to sit with? Maybe you got something against us locals?"

Julie stammered and stuttered and figured she'd better do as the big woman instructed though she in no way wanted to go anywhere near these stinking street women. In a few steps she was surrounded by them and getting nervous and claustrophobic as she crowded round her too close for her liking. The big woman felt at the fabric of Julie's shirt and rubbed it between her fingers.

"Mmm nice, I could do with something as classy as that, you know. How about you give it to me?"

Julie tried to pull free but the large woman had a strong hold of her arm and she couldn't create any distance.

"Get off! Or I'll..."

She never finished her threat as Apache's hand quickly moved to her jaw and squeezed it easily.

"or what Yankee? You'll call the police? Don't make me laugh, they don't care about anyone down here, you won't see them again until morning and until then it's just you and us all nice and cosy in this cell. So maybe you'd better try to make friends with us. So do I have to tear that nice shirt off you or are you gonna play nice and give it to me as a present."

Apache spoke softly but there was no mistaking the threat in her words and Julie felt vulnerable and alone and could not find the courage to stand up against her. Instead she feebly nodded and unbuttoned her designer shirt, revealing a lacy white bra as she handed the shirt to Apache. There was no great heat in that stone floored and walled cell so Julie just stood there crossing her arms across her breasts and tried both to cover up and keep from being cold, hoping her shirt would placate them.

"Hey, that's not fair she get's something from you and I don't!" said Nel mischievously.

"You know I do like that skirt. What do you think girls? Would that suit me, go with my look?"

Her look, to be fair, was that of a dirty, street walking whore and maybe even that was sugar coating it. The skirt was expensive and designer but right then that was the least of Julie's worries, she knew she would have no choice but to give it to the girl and leave herself in the cell in nothing more than her bra and panties!

And so it was. Julie demurred to the street girls demand and stepped out of her skirt and handed it to Nel, revealing a pair of lacy, white panties that the third girl, Cat, showed an immediate interest in. There could be little doubt what was going to be requested next. Still they made her wait a moment, standing there in just her bra and panties as three pairs of eyes poured all over her body. The waiting for the inevitable request was excruciating and Julie wished desperately one of the cops would come down to the cell but there was no sign of them.

"I could really use a nice set of lingerie like that, I think that would go down so well with my man. Say Yankee, you gave Apache your shirt and Nel your skirt how about I get your bra and panties, only seems fair, don't it?"

It was no request, it was a demand and Julie knew it. But still she hesitated and stopped herself stripping further. She made to remonstrate with her but immediately all three of the whores adopted fierce, aggressive stances and Julie wilted, the brash confident woman of a few days was a long distant memory.

"Ok, Ok, you can have them."

Holding back tears Julie undid her bra and peeled her panties off and handed then to the girl who casually put them in her pocket. This left the American girl in nothing at all and though she tried, her two hands could not hide her modesty for long. She may have been used to showing off her terrific figure but that was to men not hostile foreign women who were obviously playing with her.

After leaving the American girl to stew in her own embarrassment for a few minutes suddenly the atmosphere changed and Apache got right up in Julie's face.

"You know bitch, what you were saying when you arrived was not very nice. I mean yes, you gave us our presents but you seem to have a pretty nasty mouth, is that right?"

Off balance Julie shook her head, these three women were really beginning to intimidate her, she was used to civilised folks and these three Mexican hookers were anything but civilised.

"What did you call us? Dago's? Wetbacks? That isn't very nice is it?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I like you all, I mean I just finished a holiday here, I loved it. I did. It was just the cops, you know, they set me up. Planted ***** on me."

The three smiled at Julie's naivety but her story did buy her a few moments grace from their anger. They had all suffered at the hands of bent cops too. Still the American was too tempting a target not to ***** in some way.

"Aww poor little American tourist, eh? She got set up by the nasty locals. Well bitch if you're gonna survive you're gonna need friends and if you do what we want then maybe we'll be your friends. If not the we'll definitely be your enemies and you wouldn't like that."

Within five minutes Julie was on her knees and was eating out Apache's wet, hairy pussy. Whether she had been overtly ****** to or not was not the issue she was down there at the behest of the Mexican bruiser and was licking her pussy for all she was worth while Apache's compatriots goaded and laughed at her. Julie was all about cock and had not dabbled with women before and this large Mexican whore was hardly a perfect place to start.

Her pussy stank and was hot and sweaty and Julie had to fight from gagging as she pressed her face between the large prostitute's thighs and began licking her. All the time she tried to convince herself 'what choice did I have?'. The other two laughed and moved behind her and began spanking Julie's ass as she ate out their friend. After a few spanks Nel spat onher fingers and lowered them to Julie's exposed pussy lips from behind and slowly began to play with them. Julie tried to protest but Apache just tightened her thighs around her head, trapping it there.

"Hey, I think she likes that, maybe you should try your whole fist!"

Nel took her friend at her word and with some major wriggling and squeezing she managed to get all her fingers and thumb inside Julie's pussy lips and began to roughly fist her while the American tried to keep licking Apache's hairy pussy. Cat, meantime, seemed content to play with herself while the other two *****d the pretty American girl.

Julie was panting like a dog and sweating like a pig for a number of reasons. First, trapped in between the big woman's thighs every breath was a struggle and her head was hot as hell. Second the work out she was being given by the fisting was very physically demanding. And finally, despite herself and her *********** at her treatment she was aroused by the hard fucking she was receiving and desperate for a touch to her clit to release her frustration. Her arousal was, however, to be swiftly forgotten when Apache climaxed herself and came all over Julie's face.

Seconds before she had clamped her fingers over Julie's nose and ****** the American to totally use her mouth, then her pussy just exploded with hot, sour liquid, splattering Julie's face and pouring down her throat. It was just about the worst stuff Julie had ever tasted and all the worse for knowing exactly what it was. But there was literally nothing she could do but gulp the stuff down and pray that the hand that was in her aching cunt would soon come out and play with the front of it. It did as soon as Apache finished cumming. She released Julie's head from her thighs and she slumped to the hard floor and then came her own sweet release as Nel's fingers fount her clit and played with it.

Julie came in a gusher spraying her own hot juices all over the cell floor. Almost at the same time Cat came to, standing over Julie and it was like she was almost pissing on the American with her love juices, Julie's face and hair was glistening with sweat and cum and she just lay on the ground naked, exhausted and unable to get up. She did not even react when, five minutes later, a guard came and ushered the three whores out, their pimp having made their bail.

She was still in that prone position ten minutes later, still covered in female ejaculate when a guard and two plain clothes ***** officers came into the cell and ordered her to get up. They could hardly conceal their enjoyment as the sexy America slowly stood up, completely naked and was led from the cell to a small interview room. No one thought to offer her any clothes.

For Julie this was to be the police interview from hell.....

Two stern faced male guards led Julie through the police station's warren like corridors. They had to hold her arms for balance because the exhausted, female cum covered American was still not fully recovered from her ordeal at the hands of the three Mexican criminals she had shared a cell with. She was dazed and had a glazed expression as she was led to a small stone room to be interviewed and only somewhere did it start occurring to her that she'd better get herself together because this would be important. But in truth she was tired, exhausted and groggy from her experiences and her pushy, boorish normal attitude had been all but replaced by a poor little girl attitude and that would not cut any ice in this type of place with these type of people.

There were three people all crowded into the short room when the guards deposited the prisoner into it. Hector Ramirez, a hardened grizzled veteran of a policeman with a noted dislike of Yankees. Rosario Martinez, Hector's female equivalent. And Michael Pena, who was nominally Julie's lawyer as she had 'apparently' not used the right to call one. The three sets of eyes on Julie as she entered could in no way be described as friendly.

Rosario hauled out the plastic chair across from them and pushed Julie towards it roughly.

"Sit there bitch!" she growled menacingly.

Julie shivered as she sat and looked to the men to see if either was sympathetic to her plight. She got nothing in return. Ramirez took over the interview without further comment.

"You know that the Mexican authorities do not like foreigners who traffic in ***** lady. Do not shake your head and claim your innocence you were caught with the ***** red-handed, we have witnesses and proof there is no doubt."

"But I didn't, I ..."

She broke off as the Ramirez thumped the desk with the palm of his hand.

"Enough Yankee! Enough lies! Are you so stupid that you think we cannot get a conviction with this evidence? You are guilty, it is clear, all that must be decided is how long a sentence you will get. That is all, everything else is clear! We are not here to decide your guilt we are here to offer you a deal. A deal that may yet save you from a jail term, who knows."

At this Julie perked up, she was sure that she would be facing a time inside a stinking Mexican prison for this, convinced that the people who had framed her would make sure she ended up inside. The naked beauty turned to her court appointed advisor and looked enquiringly at him. In a deep voice he said to her.

"it is true, they do not have the space in their jails for people like you. Tourists who get into trouble. They just want to get you out of the country as quickly as possible. The evidence against you is overwhelming, I would advise you listen to whatever deal he offers you."

Julie was happy for someone, despite not sounding enthusiastic, to be on her side and just nodded and listened.

"Good. It is easy. This will save us many hours of man time. We fast track your case to the local court tomorrow. You plead guilty to the charges against you and in return you will not go to jail. You will be ejected from our country and not allowed to return. You will have all your money taken from you in the form of a fine. And other than that you will be free to go. How does that sound?"

It sounded like exactly what the frantic blonde wanted to hear. A way out of this waking nightmare, some light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel. She nodded eagerly at the swarthy detective as he continued.

"There is, however, one thing you must do to gain this deal. One thing that if you fail to do will almost certainly see you not only charged but imprisoned for your crime."

Julie did not like the sound of that but was alert enough to know that she really did not have much choice in this situation.

"What is it?" she asked tentatively.

Ramirez smiled, his female colleague smiled even wider, ever her sullen council broke into a smile as the Detective explained.

"All you have to do American is to ensure that we three here (he pointed at the other two in the small room) leave here completely sexually satisfied. That you have taken care of our every whim and that we are pleased with your efforts. That is all, if you do this then the deal will be signed by both myself and your council and by tomorrow night you will be back on American soil."

After the night she had endured and her memories of her experiences in the village she and her friends had stayed Julie should not have been surprised by this offer. She looked from face to face and noticed the three of their faces twist and turn into leering, perverted versions of what they were second before.

She looked to her council but he was too busy checking out her figure to give her any advice, that told her all she needed to know. Broken and defeated by her experiences Julie saw only the easy way out of this situation and nodded that she would do what they wanted of them.

"That is a good decision American, really the only one you could make. You can begin by crawling over here and realising my dick, it wants to know what your lips feel like on it."

Ramirez was clearly in charge in the room and was going to have his fun first. He scraped the metal legs of his chair back noisily along the bare floor and stood as the blonde prisoner slipped off her chair and onto her hands and knees. The policeman's suit was old, crumpled, smelled, was stained and dirty – a bit like the man himself. Once Julie had crawled over to his feet she propped herself up on her heels and undid his belt, thinking the sooner this was over the sooner she would be free to go. His dick, when she hooked it out of his trousers matched his clothes, greasy, stinking and not much to look at, the prospect of giving him oral was not appealing at all. Still, it was more appealing than spending any more time behind bars in this godforsaken country.

It was a long, thin dick, covered in an impenetrable bush of black, wiry hair. Julie gripped it near its base and felt it stiffen in her hand before leaning forward and pressing her lips against the glistening tip. He gave a deep sigh before commanding her further.

"Now suck it Yankee! Suck it like the Puta you are!"

Julie took it into her mouth and nearly gagged at the strong smell and taste that invaded her mouth. It was awful but she somehow kept his dick in and slowly began to suck on it, coating it with her saliva as she bobbed her mouth back and forth on it.

The other two in the room watched her with an intense interest. How could someone be so stupid? So naïve as to fall for all this? Even allowing for what was a very good set up the dumb American bimbo should have seen through their games and ploys. But apparently not What fun they would have with one so fucking sexy yet so fucking dumb!

Julie tried to set aside all her fears and concentrated on what she was good at – sucking cock! The Mexican cop's cock was hardly what you would describe as a fine specimen but she worked it as well as she could, her well practised tongue slurping on its shaft, her lips sucking hard, she was starting to get into it a little when something hard and cold slapped against her naked ass. It was the long night-stick of Rosario Martinez and now it was probing at Julie's ass crack, looking for entry.

Julie had glanced over her shoulder to see what the intrusion was and instantly regretted it as Hector's fingers found her beautiful blond hair and jerked it viciously so that she had to go back to his cock.

"Never mind that Puta, you stick to sucking me off or the deal is off!"

She could not afford that so set back to work on his long dick was increased enthusiasm. The female officer was a particularly hard, sadistic woman with an almost irrational hatred of anyone with light coloured hair. She herself kept her own long, dark hair hidden whenever she was working, even today it was tied back harshly into a ponytail. She had not agreed with this plan with her male colleague and had to be convinced of it, which she had been in the end but she was sure she was going to make things as uncomfortable and unpleasant for the American bitch as she could. She watched as Julie increased her efforts on Ramirez's cock, the American's lips moving harder and faster, and she angrily slapped her night-stick down on Julie's exposed ass cheeks. Any efforts Julie made to complain were hopeless as Ramirez held on tight to her hair and kept her mouth over his cock.

After several more smacks with the baton the female officer pulled it up towards her mouth, spat on it and squatted down to face Julie's sexy ass. She burrowed the stick between Julie's butt cheeks, lined I up carefully with her anus before she shoved it forward and into her, impaling Julie's arsehole on the hard stick.

While the two police officers treated their prisoner like a spit roast Julie's court appointed lawyer leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the show. He lit a cigarette and ************* rubbed his hand over his trousers where his cock was stiffening. He watched Ramirez rattle away at the prisoners mouth urgently, he was so predictable, always the mouth and always fast and hard, no skill or finesse whatsoever. They had been pulling this trick on American prisoners for years now and never did Ramirez want any more than a good hard face fuck.

He was certainly getting one just now, his member was pistoning in and out of the American girl's mouth with ruthless speed and precision, causing spittle and froth to spill in long sticky trails from the corners of her mouth and plaster themselves messily on her chin. Julie barely notices that, her body has more than enough to cope with, what with being pumped hard from both ends. The cops cock thrusting into her throat while his hairy balls bash against her chin is bad but the real discomfort is from the night stick shoved in her ass. It is long and hard and being wielded by a sadistic bitch indeed. She has lost track of time as her petite body is buffeted backwards and forwards, her mouth and ass bearing the brunt until finally Ramirez jerks and spasms and grunts and fills Julie's mouth with his hot, sticky seed.

Some of it spills from her lips and in a flash he has his hand on her neck and is shaking her, shouting at her.

"Swallow it Yankee, or is my cum not good enough for you? Well you fucking swallow it puta!"

Julie gasped and slurped the foul stuff down while the woman behind her finally plucked her club from Julie's ass and without hesitation plunged it into Julie's still open mouth. She didn't notice at first then the taste and smell hit her and she starts to gag but the cruel policewoman is in no mood to let Julie escape yet and holds her stick in place and Julie's head in place until releasing her after about a minute. It felt like an hour to the pretty American girl.

For the moment the two police officers appear to be down. Ramirez zips up his dick and resumes his seat across the table while the female officer wipes the end of her night-stick in Julie's blonde hair before sheathing it again and stepping back leaving Julie gasping on her hands and knees. The lawyer stubbed out his cigarette on the metal tray on the interview desk, scraped the legs of his wooden chair back and slowly go to his feet. He ignored the two police officers as he loosened his tie and looked down at his 'client'. He shook his head slowly before addressing her.

"My dear, my colleagues are so blunt, they lack finesse completely. All they want is to ram their weapons into you to humiliate you, not me. I have another way of showing you where your rightful place in the world is.."

With that the articulate lawyer turned his back on Julie and dropped his trousers so that his hairy ass was right next to her face.

"You will pull my cheeks apart and lick my arsehole, I believe you Americans' call it a rimjob or tossing the salad, whatever your tongue shall clean me out. We can call that my fee, don't you think?"

With all that she had been through since her friends had left her alone in this godforsaken country, from being ******* then gang banged, to being set up and arrested for ***** smuggling to being sexually assaulted in the cells by other prisoners what was one further indignation upon this American tart? Realising that the road home lay between the disgustingly sweaty ass cheeks of this man she hauled herself to her knees and prised his ass cheeks apart. She looked at her target in resignation and sadly reached her face forward, extended her tongue and began to lick around his asshole. It was degrading and disgusting but she did it anyway, aware that the cops were watching her with detached amusement now, kissing the lawyer's ass.

He pushed his ass back to bury her deeper in his ass as she swirled her tongue around the outside of his hole.

"Come on, don't you want the plea bargain? Put your tongue inside me and clean me out Yankee!"

The American girl fought back tears as she ****** herself to fully extend her tongue and push it into his anus. The taste was vile but just the sheer knowledge of what a depraved act she was performing hit her hardest. She had always been a party girl, always happy and confident of her sexuality. A flirt, a cock tease even and never slow to make it with a guy she fancied (in fact it was that slutty side of her nature that had lead to all these problems on holiday) however, feeling that she had to do these things with these people was just awful.

"Mmm, that's it Yankee, fuck my ass with your tongue!" , the lawyer demanded as he pushed his backside further back onto her.

Julie couldn't see that as she tongue fucked his asshole his dick was getting harder and harder and finally when her probing tipped him over the edge he spun around and sprayed her face with thick, strings of his cum leaving her in a mess. The lawyer pulled his trousers up and the three regarding the kneeling, pathetic, cum covered American slut. Ramirez looked from his colleague to Pena and spoke.

"Well, are we done with her? Anyone got anything else hey want to do with her? No. Then listen up bitch, tomorrow you plead guilty like we told you and I will make sure you get fined and kicked out of the country back to America OK? You tell anyone about this 'interview' and I'll make sure you spend a long time in a nasty, Mexican jail cell, and you wouldn't like that, would you?"

It was a no brainer and Julie knew what she would be doing the next day.

*

"And having pled guilty to the crime of trafficking of narcotics I have no other recourse than to a custodial sentence. The fact you did, in fact, admit you guilt does count for you as does that fact this is your first offence in our country so I thereby sentence you to three years at the City Jail, with a option for parole after 18 months. Take her away."

Julie stood still in the court, hardly able to believe what she had heard. She was dressed in just an orange jump suit and her hands were cuffed, she looked from the dock down to the lawyer and the cops, they were already heading out of the court.

"No! I was told..."

Julie's pleas did not get any further as a guard buried a night-stick in her back that took the wind out of her and by the time she had semi recovered she had been ushered out of the court and into a deserted holding area. Only there did it all start to sink in. She had been set up and was now being led away to a Mexican jail....

It had been quite the most surreal, bizarre and troubling fortnight of my life. It had all started one weekday afternoon when I came home early from work to find my wife, Denise, sexually dominating (and I mean really dominating) my big sister, Kelly. I had managed to remain undetected throughout (or so I thought) and having heard Denise demand a return date involving my ****** I had made all the arrangements I felt necessary to be there again to observe the perverse happenings. And they were perverse! From my own bedroom wardrobe I watched again as my slim, beautiful, blonde wife totally controlled my sister and ****** to her sick will and made them do unspeakable, taboo acts. Worse still, watching it seemed to turn me on! I watched as my ****** stripped to command, wrote "CUNT" on herself and joined her own ******** in licking her ********-in-laws boots. That was as nothing though when Denise ordered my ****** to make my sister cum with the use of her oral skills before Denise's ****** had joined the fray and the two of them had double fucked my mum. Only then was I revealed by Denise (who , it seemed had known of my hiding place) and I stepped out with cock in hand and driven wild by lust.

Lust must be a powerful thing because overcome by it, I allowed my self control to go and under the watchful, mocking gaze of my wife, my ******-in-law and their video camera I proceeded to fuck my ****** in the ass, be sucked off by my sister before fucking her soaking pussy senseless. And when I had finally recovered it was only to find myself tied to our bed, ****** and sister gone and to have to look on as my wife introduced me to her new, young, black lover while my ******-in-law dildo fucked my sore asshole.

And right now, as I pondered those occurrences I was preparing to step right into the lions den, my in-laws family home!

Normally going there was bad enough - we had no particular love for each other, just a shared caring for Denise (which it now seemed I had made a gigantic mistake over). Her ******, Marcia, a wizened old toad of a woman, as spiteful as any person I had ever encountered, and her ****** James, tall and authoritive and clearly of the opinion from the first that I was not worthy of his youngest ********. Denise's sisters and brother were not mush better, Barbara and Lynne both older, blonder versions of Denise but with meaner attitudes I thought and Kevin, the baby of the bunch a pretty sarcastic waste of space little brother. So bad enough going there, but to be going there in these circumstances, a virtual slave to my wife and her ****** with the evidence they were blackmailing me with was unthinkable.

But I was. And not only that I was going there secure in the knowledge that I was headed into a viper's pit where all their venom and bile and history with me was going to unleashed and I would just have to go along with it, whatever it was (and I knew it would be bad from what Denise and Marcia had done to me ******* family and me).

So why didn't I fight back? Was I so much of a wimp that I would allow these bitches and bastards to do this to me? Well I didn't like to think so, and indeed since matters had taken such a turn for the worst and I had regained my composure I had wracked my mind for a way out, I had strangled my wife and her family a hundred times in my dreams but the truth was they had me over a barrel and would offer no option of release. I had no doubt that Marcia would happily release the tape of me fucking both Kelly and mum and of the two of them getting it on, to our friends, our family, our work colleagues and the world at large and no matter how satisfying it would have been to stand up to them the result would be disastrous to my family. For now, at least I would be the willing pawn in their kinky, perverted games. As the week had passed in build up to the Saturday night visit Denise had tormented me (when she wasn't out with her younger lover, that is) with vague details of exactly how kinky it would be and despite myself I had grown hard at the thought. Maybe I deserved this fate after all.

*

I stood on our living room rug, waiting on my wife - we were already more than fashionably late but for once this didn't bother me one little bit. What did bother me was where we were going to and who would be there but even that wasn't my immediate concern, right now my main worry was that as per Denise's instructions I stood in our living room awaiting her wearing nothing but my black shoes!

I had waited like that for nearly thirty minutes and it would be ten more before she deigned to descend from our bedroom to address me. I winced at her harsh stare, these days she had taken to viewing me like something nasty she had trodden in. Her white coat and dress and boots might have made her look angelic but there was nothing heavenly about her voice or the threat it constantly seemed to carry nowadays.

"Ready dear?", her voice nothing more than a mockery of the woman I had fallen in love with and married.

I tried one more time (that must have been the millionth time that week) to talk sense into her.

"Denise, please there must be some other way. If you want a divorce, a separation fine but please leave my family out of this. At least let me wear something, I can't..."

I broke off as she had come towards me and wasted no time fastening her hard hands around my balls and squeezing real hard. As much as I would have wanted to curl my fist into a ball and take my own action I knew it was hopeless and trailed my voice out as she stared me down. Right now she was the boss, no mistaking.

"Shut it ******fucker!"

She broke off to smirk at her ironic joke and at least relaxed her death grip on my nuts.

"You'll get something to wear dear, here put this on to start with."

She handed me a dog collar, thin and strappy and it barely looked like it would fit. I made to object again but just the movement of her hand back towards my crotch saw me nod my agreement and quickly pull it around my neck and somehow fasten it on. If she wanted me to feel owned it was working. From the hall she produced my long, grey trench coat and told me to wear that and with no more discussion as soon as the coat was on we headed out into the night.

The walk looked like being pretty uneventful, even in my state of undress. Normally we would have driven the five minutes to Denise's folks but of course tonight she insisted we walk. About half way Denise told me to undo all the buttons on my jacket and walk the rest of the way with the flaps of the jacket unfettered. I think she was hoping I'd end up flashing an old lady or some teenage girls but if so she was out of luck and we made it to the viper's nest with no problem but that just seemed to annoy her so maybe I wasn't so lucky tonight.

She rang the bell but didn't wait to enter and within seconds we stood on the threshold of her parents living room and until the day I die I will never forget the scene that greeted us as we entered.

Lying on the sturdy, dark, wooden coffee table was my big sister , Kelly. She was stark naked and lying face down on the surface, her massive, fleshy breasts squashed below her and slipping out the side of her frame. He arms reached straight behind her and held resolutely onto her the long heels of the shoes she wore, which in turn lifted her face up towards the door we had entered. But Kelly wasn't looking at us, rather she was busy having her face fucked by Denise's nasty young brother Kevin (and I couldn't help seeing he was massively endowed). Beyond them sat Denise's parents sitting, in their comfy armchairs, for all the world, like proud parents on Christmas day watching the perverse spectacle before them, their eyes lifting to nod greeting to Denise, barely registering my appearance. Next to them stood my own ****** dressed in a sexy, kinky French Maid's outfit, her breasts deliberately pulled out over the top of the lacy front. And the frilly skirt barley covering anything at all. She held a ****** tray and seemed to be waiting hand and foot on my hated parents-in-law.

Completing this bizarre charade were my wife's two older sisters, sitting away to the far right of the living room, seemingly engrossed in the events on the large screen TV that lay before them. I quickly saw that they were watching a high definition recording of the fateful afternoon so very short days ago where myself, my sister and ****** were induced to fuck and suck each other to unbelievable lengths. As I finally realised what those unmarried harpies of sister-in-laws were watching I felt Denise tug the raincoat from me, push me to my knees and clip a leash to the collar I so humiliatingly wore.

I had braced myself to be trusted into the perverted action but to my complete surprise I could not have been more wrong. As I knelt there waiting for the hammer to, figuratively at least, fall my ******-in-law rose from his armchair to stand and then pace over towards us. But just as he paused before me it was not me that was pushed into action, no, Denise, his own youngest ******** dropped to her knees beside me and looked adoringly up at his face. She bit her lower lip and reached out to tug at his zipper, lowly moaning as she did so.

"Mmmmm, Daddy, how long has it been? I should have known no man could measure up to you."

This was madness! Utterly surreal, like a dark Alice In Wonderland where everyone has sex of some kind. Kevin continued to roughly face fuck Kelly as Denise hauled out her ******s thick cock and shuffled forward on her knees to accommodate it in her eager mouth. Her ****** just sat there smiling as this took place. This was no rough blow job like my sister was currently taking (her arms no doubt commanded there, in that uncomfortable position, by my ******-in-laws *****), no this was an almost loving piece of oral sex. Denise was soft and gentle in her oral ministrations to her dad's penis, her tongue coating it's length and breadth in her saliva before taking it fully into her mouth, her red lips easily rolling the wet foreskin back. Her dad just held the sides of her head, keeping her there easily and allowing her own bobbing motion do most of the work.

It happened so easily, none of the manic screaming like when I had made love to Denise just a series of soft grunts and I could see my wife's mouth fill up with a healthy load of her own ******s semen. Before I could fully take that in Kevin started grunting too and ****** soon found his voice and cautioned him.

"No ***, don't cum in that cunt's mouth, she's not worthy of your cum. Here get over here and let your sister take it from you."

Neither sibling raised any objection and I watched bemused as Kevin got to his feet, nursing a throbbing, almost purple coloured cock and stood over Denise and pumped a fair load of sticky white cum in after his ******s.

"I hope you haven't swallowed any cupcake" called Marcia from the comfort of her armchair, " You do know what to do with it, don't you?"

Denise bobbed her head at her ******* query and shifted round to face me, a trail of cum slightly spilling from the right corner of her mouth. She moved toward me and I suddenly knew what she was going to do. I made to protest but just as suddenly found her cold, hard fingers once again tightly cupped around my scrotum, squeezing until I had to open my mouth and she latched her lips onto mine like a limpet and spat the full contents of her mouth into my mouth and down my throat. She twisted her grip as she withdrew her lips and commanded me to swallow until I obeyed, allowing the dull, slightly sour taste to slide down my gullet. The taste was bad but the knowledge that I had just swallowed a mixture of my *********** and brother-in-laws cum was the worst.

I dropped my head in disgust at myself and contemplated what was being done to my family. James stalked off from the room, slipping his freshly sucked by his ********, cock back in his trousers, he obviously was headed to the toilet. His bitch of a wife called out after him.

"Honey, why don't you take the maid with you, you know save on the toilet paper!"

They all found that a real laugh and I knelt there and watched as my ******, replete in her humiliating outfit, trotted obediently after him, ready to tend to his every need. Maybe that was the time to act and I did try to stumble up off my knees but was pulled back by Denise, her hand tight on my collar.

"Don't go anywhere dearest, we've got more fun for all the family yet. Well our family anyway!"

At this the room except for my and my sister exploded with laughter and I finally found my voice and demanded to know what the hell they fucking well wanted!

"Oops, potty mouth, aren't you? Well we've got some real fun lined up later but you're going to enjoy this right now. I well remember how much you enjoyed fucking your sister before, didn't you. Don't lie, all we have to do is watch it back on TV don't we. We can watch you and that fat slag doing the dirty anytime we want, and if you don't want every single of your family, your friends and your work colleagues seeing it you'll do it again for us, right here, tonight!

I pleaded then, knowing that it was hopeless and knowing that the entire lot of them were getting off on my begging. I felt terrible because before when I did it I was overcome by lust, overtaken by desire and had been too weak to control my inner emotions. In the cold light of day I knew how wrong and sick it was for me to make love with my big sister and I was determined not to feel like that again, but as she continued Denise's fingers began to caress and fondle my cock and balls and I could do nothing to prevent myself becoming aroused.

"Mmmmm, I think you'll do just as you're told. I know you, I know how weak willed you really are. It doesn't matter that that slut over there is your sister, you think with your dick and as always I control it. You! Kelly, get down on your back and open those legs, this big boy wants to get re-acquainted with you."

I watched helpless as my sister uncurled herself from the coffee table and eagerly lay on her back on the carpet and, under the full gaze of my in-laws she spread her legs as wide as possible and waited on me climbing aboard. Denise's fingers tightened around my rigid dick and squeezed and rolled my foreskin back to reveal an engorged helmet, pointing right at my sisters wet slit (boy my ***********s ***** sure took her mind over). Suddenly, I was defeated and I sank to my knees between her legs and wasted no time in easing my cock inside her once again. For that moment I was oblivious to my watching in-laws and wife, I only wanted to screw Kelly, to fuck her and lose this inescapable itch that I had in my loins.

I reached for her big tits and played with them as I pumped my cock inside her and she wrapped her legs around me, drawing me in deeper. Somewhere in my mind I tried to square this away to myself: I didn't have a choice, I had to do it to satisfy my bitch of a wife, I was as much a victim as Kelly. But really I was doing it because I plain wanted to fuck my big sister and maybe I always had wanted to - subconsciously, at least.

I didn't take long to cum, firing my cum deep inside her and lying there for a moment until the huge wave of guilt hit me and washed over. Kevin had hovered around us the whole time and only now did I register the video camera in his hand. ****! Now the bastards had even more on us. But if I thought that bad then what my wife told me next made things ten times worse.

"Another great fuck, eh? You two really are made for each other, and guess what? I've been in constant touch with your slag of a sister lately and today just happens to be the perfect time of the month for her to conceive! Now wouldn't that be something asshole, if you had just mad your sister pregnant!"

I would have lunged at her but I was spent and instead put my forehead to the carpet in defeat as my in-laws ushered my wife and sister into another room to get dressed. Denise's voice still dripped with malicious intent.

"Don't worry honey, Dad and Kevin will take those two sluts home, we've got so much more for you to do. And if you even think about not doing what we say then one small call on the mobile will see them dropping them off in the red light district! I've always said the pair of them were nothing short of two bit whores!"

As my family were led out Denise high fived her ****** and sisters and turned to me again.

"Ready for a real 'girls' night ladies?"

*

The men folk took Kelly and Mum away as I knelt on the floor and stared at the four women making evil eyes at me. Denise, her mum and two sisters looked so alike now, their faces twisted with disdain and disgust at me and delight at what they were about to do. As it turned out it was her two sisters, Barbara and Lynne who would take over from here and they were only too delighted to further dominate me. Like I said earlier I had never had much time for either, Barbara was a hairdresser and Lynne a beauty ********* but if I hadn't married their little sister neither would have paid me any notice. They hated that I earned much more than them and on the whole I had stayed out of their way and they out of mine, but we both knew that we didn't like each other. And now I was at their mercy.

As they crowded round me Denise dumped a bag full of women's clothing next to me. I looked at it and began to get an inkling of their plans, my heart sunk.

"We always said Denise wore the pants in your relationship and that you were nothing more than a prissy, whining bitch."

Stated Barbara baldly.

"Tonight we get to make you just that, our little, feminized, bitch!"

All four cackled at that and again I made to get up but Marcia held her phone out at me and reminded me that one call to her husband and Kevin would lead to bad things for my sis and mum. And in fact the next hour or so held more *********** for me than I had endured up to that point in my life. The four of them, my wife, her ****** and two sisters took great delight in using shavers to shave every bit of bodily hair from my body. First my head was shaved totally bald, then under my arms pits, then my chest was done and my legs and finally every inch of my pubic hair was removed. It made me feel like a small ***** again, helpless in their clutches my body humiliatingly shorn of all it's adult hair.

I raised my complaints but by now they knew I was beaten and merely laughed them off and continued., worse they even discussed what their intentions were, what make -up they would put on me, what wig they would chose, what clothes they would have me wear. All the time I felt less and less like a man and to watch my wife, who I had loved so much just recently participate so eagerly was heart breaking.

My ******-in-law held up a pair of tiny, frilly pink panties, pushed them at my face as she spoke.

"What about these, girls, think he'd suit them?"

Lynne answered, sneering at me.

"Oh definitely mum, but save them for later, he's not going to need panties for a while!"

Oh they were loving it, they were ******** wine as they made up my face in as feminine a colour as they could use, applied lipstick, made me wear a padded bra top and a short, pink skirt and matching pink suspenders before gluing a long, blonde wig to my scalp. Taking pleasure in showing me a mirror so I could view my transformation. I stared into the mirror and almost cried, a fact that did not go unnoticed or uncommented upon, especially as Denise was busy filming the whole thing, no doubt to further their stranglehold on me. They left me for a moment, seeming satisfied with the results of their handiwork and I couldn't help but stare at what they had done to me in the mirror.

Just as I was doing so a hard object prodded at my left cheek and I saw a thick, black cock loom into view in the mirror image. I whirled around to face it and looked up to see Barbara sporting a huge strap on dildo around her crotch.