It\'s all in the mind!

Part 16.

Sally had a particularly busy time over the following few days.  Richard seemed to be determined to make up time and opportunities lost during his improvised business trip, and was a frequent visitor to Sally’s bedroom.  Naturally, Sally was more than obliging, dressing provocatively, seeming positively delighted to welcome into her bed, and her body.  She made sure to lubricate her tight hole whenever she expected him. On his arrival she almost threw herself at him, showering him with kisses and caresses before doing all she could to pleasure him.

As his programming developed, he urged her to do more and more to please him, and she was happy to oblige.  He enjoyed watching her masturbate, which she did for him on every visit.  Sometimes teasing herself to climax with her fingers, other times using her vibrator or clit-tickler.  He watched in amusement one evening as she brought her self to a sobbing, twitching climax with both holes filled with throbbing plastic.  Then he caned her bare arse once more as punishment before filling her bowels with his jism.  Later she would relate all the details to me alone, or with the girls present, before bringing herself off once more.

Helen’s attitude to Richard was undergoing a change as his behaviour towards her developed.  Once he was content to order her to bring him drinks.  Then, under my programming, he began to tease and embarrass her, making her stay and watch as Sally played with herself, asking her if she did the same thing in the privacy of her bedroom, making remarks about her body, until she was red faced with shame and begging to be allowed to leave.  On several occasions he patted her plump little bottom as she opened the door for him or handed him a drink.  This always caused her to blanche and scurry away from him as fast as she could, and he would always chuckle at his own mischief.  Sally would look on in frustration, unable or unwilling to complain.  After several days Helen began to voice her anger at the treatment she was receiving.

“Mum, he’s horrible! How can you let him in the house?”  She complained one evening after another session of teasing.

“You know I don’t have any choice, love. We owe Richard a great deal, and he’s not doing any harm really, is he?”  Sally tried to reason with her.

“Not doing any harm? Mum, the way he looks at me, it’s like he’s imagining what I look like without clothes on. It makes my skin crawl.” She cried, “And he touches me too.  I hate that.”

“Where does he touch you?” Sally asked warily.

“He pats my bum, or strokes it.  He’s done it lots of times and I hate it.  Can’t we get rid of him mum, please?”

Sally tried to smile reassuringly.  “Look love, just because he pats your bottom a couple of times doesn’t mean anything.”  She said quietly, “A lot of men do that to women as a way of being friendly.”

“But he doesn’t mean it that way!” Helen cried, “I hate it when he touches me.  I don’t know how you can bear to have him near you.”

“Helen, we don’t have any choice.” Sally said sternly.

Helen had stormed from the room, tears of anger and frustration on her face.  I followed her to her bedroom, then put her under.

“Helen, I want you to believe that your mum is right.  There is nothing either of you can do to stop Richard.   It is his right to do whatever he wants to do, and you cannot refuse, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You may not like it, but you will believe that Richard has every right to behave that way.  Richard is a very powerful man, and you must do as he says, understand?”

“Yes.”

I left her to contemplate the latest programming and went over to Richard’s house.  I quickly sent him off to his workshop, where I had so recently spanked Donna’s bare arse, and went to find Edward.  He looked up at me and grinned as I entered his bedroom.

“You’ll never guess what happened this morning.” He grinned again.

“Tell me.”

“Well after dad went off to work Donna came into my room and asked if I would watch her again.  She said she was feeling really randy, and that she’d do anything for me.”

“And?” I smiled.

“Well I asked her if she really would do anything, and she said yes!  She was all fired up and hot as hell, so I said that if she wanted some fun she’d have to let me fuck her, and she said ok right away! I mean, she didn’t argue with me, or even hesitate, she just said ‘if that’s what you want, then ok’.”

“So what did you do?”

“Well we went straight to her room.  The bed was still warm from where dad had been sleeping there, and she took off her top, dropped her knickers and lay down on it.  She opened her legs really wide and started to play with her pussy, and then I got onto the bed with her, and she reached out and grabbed my cock and started stroking it.  I put my hand down between her legs, and I kind of expected her to push it away, but she didn’t.  Instead she took her own hand away and let me play with her cunt!  Shit, she was so hot and wet it was fucking incredible!  I stuck a couple of fingers inside her and she went completely mental!  She was moaning and groaning, rubbing her cunt against my fingers and rubbing my cock, fuck, it was great!”

“Sounds like it.  Go on.”

“Well after a minute or two she kind of pulled me on top of her, and then she put my cock against her cunt and I pushed it in.  As soon as I stuck it into her she came!  She was crying and moaning, making a right fucking noise, and she grabbed my arse and pulled me into her.  She wouldn’t let go of me, kept me right up inside her for ages, and then I started to really fuck her, and she loved every minute of it.  She kept stroking my back, and then she reached down and started to stroke my balls.  It was fucking great!  And when I shot my load into her she came again, howling like a fucking spaniel she was!”

“Sounds like you had a good time!”  I chuckled.

“Fucking right I did!” He laughed, “I can’t wait to do her again.  Dad is off to work again tomorrow and as soon as he’s out the door I’m going to be straight in there.”

He was still giggling to himself as I left him and went to find Donna.  She was busy clearing away the dining room. As I went into the room she looked at me and smiled. 

“Hello darling, how are you?” She beamed.

“I’m fine.  I’ve just been talking to Edward.  Tell me what happened this morning.”

She blushed furiously, then looked around nervously.  “Steve, I can’t here, Richard might hear.”

“No he won’t, he’s busy in the workshop.  Tell me what happened.”

She sighed heavily, looked away from me, unwilling to make eye contact.  “You’re going to think I’m a total slut, I know it.”

“Never mind that.” I snapped, “Tell me what happened.”

“Well I was so randy when I woke up this morning I couldn’t wait until Richard left for work.  Once he’d gone I went over to Edward’s room and asked him if he’d come and watch me again.  I know I said I wouldn’t, Steve, but I just can’t help myself.  I get so turned on, and you know I can’t get there by myself.  Well Edward said he would only come and watch if I let him have me, so I said yes.”  She looked down at the floor in shame.

“So you let your step-son shag you?” I demanded.

She flinched at the words. “Yes.” She whispered, “I’m sorry Steve.”

“Was it good?”

“Oh Jesus yes!” She said before thinking.  “Er, I mean, yes, it was good Steve, but I’d far sooner it had been you, I promise Steve.”

“How many times did you come?”

“Two or three.  I can’t really tell because it was like one long, continuous one.”

“I see.” I said seriously, “I’m going to have to punish you again Donna.  Go to the kitchen and wait for me there.”

“Yes Steve, but you can’t punish me there Steve, I mean, what if Richard came back?”  She asked, her face pale with worry.

“You should have thought about that before you started fucking your step-son, now go to the kitchen.”

She walked hesitantly through to the kitchen.  I followed closely behind, watching her arse sway provocatively beneath her tight blue jeans.  She stood and waited for her instructions.

“Right then, jeans and knickers down and bend over that chair.” I ordered.

“But Steve, please. What about Richard?”  She whined.

“The longer you delay this, the more likely it is that he’ll come back.  It’s up to you.”

She glanced at the door as if expecting Richard to walk through it at any moment, then let out a brief whimper before hurriedly opening her jeans and pushing them down to her knees.  She pushed her knickers down to join them and then bent over the chair I had indicated.

I glanced around the kitchen and found what I was looking for, a long-handled wooden spoon, then I moved in behind her.  Without warning I gave her a smart blow across both cheeks with the spoon.  She yelped with pain and shock, turning to look at me in horror, her hands rubbing her stung cheeks.

”Shit, that hurt!”  She complained.

“Get back over the chair, now.” I ordered.

She thought about arguing or refusing, but bit her lip and resumed her position.

“Now I’m going to give you as many strokes as I see fit, got that?”

“Yes Steve.”

“And the more noise you make, the more likely it is that Richard, or Edward or Hannah will hear you and come to find out what’s wrong.  It’s up to you.” I warned.

“Yes Steve.”  She sobbed.

I gave her four more strokes in quick succession, smiling to myself as she gasped and whimpered each time, trying desperately not to make a noise.  After five more strokes her cheeks were a bright, hot red and she was sobbing quietly into her hands.  I grinned to myself, then put down the spoon.

“Donna, put your hands behind you and pull your arse cheeks apart.”

Her hands trembled as she reached behind her.  Then she gasped with pain as she touched her punished flesh.  With another whimper she slowly pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered hole.

“Wider!” I barked.

She jumped with shock and pulled her cheeks as far apart as she could.  I placed my finger against her tight hole and waited for a moment. She shuddered and looked at me over her shoulder.

“Please Steve, not that.” She begged in a whisper.

I smiled at her, then slowly pushed my finger into her, watching her brow furrow with discomfort.  She pressed her lips together, her face contorted.  She closed her eyes tight as my finger slid slowly into her back door, then began to move her hips around in a series of involuntary movements, trying to relieve the pressure on her sphincter.

“You don’t like this at all, do you?” I asked needlessly.

“No, it hurts like bloody hell.” She gasped.

I pulled my finger out of her arse, then quickly pushed it back in again, making her groan with misery.  I slowly finger fucked her arse for a minute or so, then slipped my finger out of her.  She sighed with relief, then let out another huge sob.

“OK, you can pull your knickers up now.” I said with a grin.

She quickly dragged her knickers and jeans back onto place, then looked at me with wide, tearful eyes.  “I really am sorry Steve.”  She wept.

I put her under.  “Donna, from now on you will have to have sex with Edward whenever he wants it.  You can’t refuse, and you will always climax when he has you, understand?”

“Yes.”

“But afterwards, you will feel terrible guilt.  What you are doing is completely wrong, and you will feel ashamed of yourself, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will want to confess to me, and you will expect me to punish you each time, understand?"

“Yes.”

“You will begin to enjoy being punished.  The more pain I inflict on you, or the more humiliating the punishment, the more you will like it.  It will make you feel really sexy, and you will want to bring yourself off thinking about it. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Only when you are thinking about me punishing you will you be able to orgasm on your own, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

I told her to count to ten before waking up, then made my way to Hannah’s room.  She was busy on her computer and turned with a start as I opened the door.  As soon as she saw me she smiled warmly, skipping across the room and into my arms.

“I knew you’d come to see me today.” She giggled, “I just knew it.”  She kissed me passionately, running her hands up and down my back.  She reached for my hands and brought them up to cover her firm tits, then purred with pleasure.  “Oh God, I’ve missed you.” She sighed.

I felt her nipples stiffen beneath her T-shirt and her bra.  Her lithe body pushed urgently against mine.  “Why do you bother wearing a bra?” I asked her, “You’ve got a great pair of tits, great shape.  Why truss them up like that?”

She giggled with embarrassment at my compliment. “Would you like it if I didn’t wear one then?” She asked.

“I think you’d look far better without one.  That goes for all the time.” I smiled at her.

“What? You don’t want me to wear one ever?” She looked hesitant.

“Why, what’s wrong with that?” I asked.

She thought for a moment.  “Nothing, I suppose.  If that’s what you’d like Steve, then ok, that’s what I’ll do.”  With a nervous giggle she pulled off her T-shirt, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.  “I guess I won’t be needing that any more.” She chuckled.

She moved towards me once more, her tongue quickly forcing its’ way into my mouth and her passion and desire grew. I reached up and cupped her firm young tits, rolling her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger.  She sighed with pleasure, then reached up and put her hands over mine.  She pressed my thumb and finger together on her nipples, pinching the sensitive buds firmly.  She gasped passionately, then slowly eased her body away from me, stretching her nipples tight.  A shudder ran through her body as the pain and pleasure mixed.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations within her.  I waited for a moment, then slowly began to twist her nipples.  Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and then she leaned back further.  She moaned softly as her pain increased.  After a moment of exquisite torture I released my grip on her sensitive buds.  She gasped with relief, then reached for my trousers, began to frantically tear at the fastenings, her breath coming in rapid sobs.  Within moments she had opened my trousers and had thrust her hand inside searching for my cock.  She brought it out and then fell to her knees in front of me and began to suck on it hungrily.

After a few moments she paused and looked up at me lustfully.  “Oh God Steve, oh I love your cock! Oh Jesus, it’s the most gorgeous thing I ever knew!” She licked along the entire length of my shaft, wrapping her tongue around it lovingly before placing her lips around my glans once more.

“I’m looking forward to slipping my cock inside you.” I grinned down at her.

She groaned with pleasure, sucked harder on my cock for a moment or tow, then lifted her head to say, “Oh God I want you! Oh I want you right inside me.   I want to feel that lovely hard shaft right up inside me.”

“Which hole do you want me to put it in? Would you like it in your hot pussy?”  She shuddered again, “Or do you want me to put it up your arse again?”

“I don’t care! Jesus, I really don’t care, put it anywhere you want to, Steve, only put it there soon. Please?”

“You better get your knickers off then.” I grinned at her.  In moments she had stripped off her jeans and knickers and was back in my arms, her hands stroking my back, then reaching down to stroke my shaft.  I walked her slowly back towards the bed.  She fell back on it and landed with her thighs spread wide apart. I lay on top of her and placed my glans between her warm, wet pussy lips, then raised my hips, making it travel along her entire slit. As it came to rest against her clit she looked up at me, eyes wide with wonder, and started to climax.  As the first shudders shook her body I let my hips fall and drove my cock into her up to the hilt in one smooth motion.  Her arms tightened around my neck, her entire body now rigid with pleasure.  She threw her legs around my body, began to buck her hips frantically,

“Ahhh! Oohhhhhh! Oh God yes, yessssssssssssss!”

I began to pound my cock into her, smiling to myself as her tits jiggled with each thrust.  She gasped and sighed with each stroke of my cock, thrusting her hips up to meet me.  After a few minutes I pulled out of her and positioned her on all fours, then I slid my cock into her once more.  I placed my hands on her hips and began to pull her back onto my cock, stabbing my shaft into her time and time again.  Within moments she was doing all the work for me, pushing her hips back onto my cock.  I looked down at her arse cheeks and reached out to caress them, pulling them apart to expose her puckered hole.  I ran my finger down between her cheeks, then slowly slipped it inside her.  She let out a long, low moan as my finger went slowly deeper, then sighed with pleasure.

I began to finger fuck her arse as she drove her hips back onto my cock.  She was gasping and moaning, whimpering with each thrust of my finger.  I slowly pulled it out of her arse, then reached ‘round and pressed it against her lips.  She immediately took it into her mouth, began to suck and lick it eagerly.  I reached forward with my free hand and cupped her tits.  Then I took hold of one of her nipples and pinched hard.  I watched her hands clench with pain, she began to gasp at the discomfort. 

I let go of her nipple and pulled my cock out of her pussy, she sighed with relief, then shuddered as she felt me place my glans against her tight hole.  I leaned forward and began to press into her.  She moaned again, then reached behind her and pulled her cheeks apart.  My cock began to slide into her, going deeper and deeper.  Once I was in up to the hilt I began to fuck her arse, using long, slow strokes.  She began to whimper in time to my thrusts, still pulling her cheeks wide apart.

I lifted my hand and brought it down on one cheek with a resounding slap.  She shrieked with shock and alarm.  I slapped her again, watching the imprint of my hand turn from white to pink.  After a few more slaps I took hold of her shoulders and pulled her up into a kneeling position.  She began to bob up and down on my cock, gasping and whimpering with each stroke.  I reached ‘round her and cupped both of her tits, then began to roll the nipples gently at first, then harder.  As my grip tightened she began to cry and moan.

“Oh! Oh yes! Mmmmm! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!”

I pinched her nipples hard, twisting them as I tightened my grip on them.  Her hands flew up instinctively to protect them covering my hands with her own, then she shuddered and sank down on my cock once more.  I pulled on her twisted nipples and she cried out, then she gripped my hands and pulled harder, stretching her firm tits away from her body.  She let out a wail of pain and pleasure, then thrust one hand between her legs, began to rub furiously at her clit.

“Oh my God, this is amazing!” She gasped, “Oh I never knew it could be like this. Oh my God, Steve I’m going to come again. Oh yes! Yes! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh yes!”

As her body shook with pleasure, I drove my cock into her and began to climax.  I shot stream after stream into her tight hole, feeling her sphincter tighten around my shaft.  As I my climax ended I slipped my cock from her and lay back on the bed.  She stayed in position for a few seconds, her arse in the air, one hand still gently stroking her pussy, then she turned to me and curled her body around me.

“Oh my god Steve that was so amazing!” She sighed, “I never knew it could be as good as that.  Was it ok for you too?”

“Good for me.” I grinned. “I’m glad you’ve found some things you enjoy, like when I pinch your nipples.” I chuckled.

She blushed furiously. “I don’t know why it is, but it feels just so amazing when you do that to me, it’s like the more it hurts, the more pleasure I feel.  Is that weird?”

“Not at all.  Whatever works, as they say.”  I smiled at her reassuringly. 

She smiled back sweetly, “I’m really glad you’re teaching me all this stuff, I want to make it as good for you as I possibly can.”

The time was right for a little more programming.  I put her under.

“Hannah, you really want to please me, don’t you?”

She smiled, “Yes.”

“And you’d do anything to make me happy, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes.”

“So if I suggested that you dress in a certain way, or if I wanted you to do something like change the way you behave or the way you look, you’d do it right away, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel about not wearing a bra any more?”

“It’s a bit difficult really.  I’m a bit shy.  There are these boys at my college, and they’re always going on about boobs.  I hear them talking about all of us girls, and they say things like, ‘she’s got a nice pair.’, or, ‘her ones aren’t very big.’, and I know they talk about all of us, and they’ll spot that I’m not wearing a bra, and I know they’ll make comments about it, and I just feel kind of embarrassed, that’s all.”

“But it’s perfectly natural that they should do that.  That’s what boys do.” I argued reasonably.

“Yes, I know, but I’m still embarrassed by it.”

“Well you can start off by wearing some loose-fitting tops, so they won’t know right away.  And then when you get used to it, you might wear something that fits a little tighter, yes?”

“Yes.”

“But you’ll just have to put up with them looking at you, and talking about you, because there’s nothing you can do to stop them, and they’re not doing anything wrong, understand?”

“Yes.”

“When you’re in your room of an evening, I want you to use the Internet to look at some sites.  I want you to look at sites that deal with spanking, and BDSM, ok?”

“Yes.”

“And I want you to imagine how it would feel if you were one of the women you see on those sites.  You will become turned on as you look at those images.  It will make you feel really sexy, and you’ll want to be treated like that, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll get so aroused that you’ll have to masturbate.  You’ll bring yourself to orgasm watching those images and imagining yourself doing what they do, understand?”

“Yes.”

I smiled to myself, then gave her a wake-up count before I left her alone and returned to Sally.

The following evening I sat and listened as Sally told the girls and me how she had performed for Richard earlier.  She told us how he had made her relate her first sexual experiences whilst masturbating while he watched.

“I had to tell him everything.  Who was the first boy to touch my boobs, who was the first one to touch my pussy …”

“So tell us then.” Sandra giggled.

Sally sighed heavily, then began.  “Well when I was fourteen I had a boyfriend called Dominic.  He was really nice, all the girls liked him, but he chose me! He asked me out at one of the school discos, and I was thrilled!  It was like I’d got one over on all the others.  At first it was just holding hands and kissing, but then he tried to touch my boobs one night, and I wouldn’t let him.  He got really upset and said that if I wasn’t going to let him touch me, there were plenty of girls who would.  Then walked off home.  I thought about it all night.  I didn’t want to lose him, and so when I saw him at school the next day I said I needed to talk to him.  I said I’d had a think about it, and that I wanted to take it slowly but that I wanted to see him again.  When we went out together that night he took me to a local park, where it was always quiet, and we started to kiss, and then he put his hand on my boob.  I was really nervous, but I let him, and then I sort of got used to it, and I let him do it all the time.”

“And was he the first one to touch your pussy as well?”  Sandra asked urgently.

Sally nodded.  “It was a few weeks later, and I’d got used to him touching my boobs, even got to like it.  I used to let him put his hand inside my top and touch them, and then he wanted to go inside my bra cup, and after a bit of persuasion I let him, and it used to feel nice.  But then he wanted to go further.  He started off just stroking my bum.  He used to do that a lot, and then one evening he tried to put his hand between my legs.  I told him not to, and he said the same thing again, about there being lots of girls who would let him, and so I gave in. I let him touch me over my jeans.  I don’t think he could feel much of anything really, but I could.  I could feel him touching me, and it felt really nice.” She smiled at the memory.

“It was one summer day, we were out together, and he suggested that we take our bathing costumes and go sunbathing.  I agreed, and I put my bikini on under my T-shirt and shorts and we went out to this really secluded place, miles from anywhere. We rode our bikes out there, and then we found this nice spot and just lay there and sunbathed for a bit.  And then he started to kiss me, and I was enjoying it a lot.  And then he started to touch my boobs, and I let him, and he wanted me to take off my bikini top, and I thought why not.  So I did.”

“And he was the first one to see your boobs?” Helen asked.

“Yes.  And he was touching them, and he was so gentle, it was really nice.  But then he put his hand between my legs and started to feel me there.  When he’d done it before I’d always had jeans on, so he couldn’t feel much, but that day I only had my bikini bottom on.  I told him no, but he just kept on at me, wanting to know why.  He said I’d let him before, so why not then.  He kept on and on at me, and finally I let him.  I lay back and he started to kiss me, and then I felt his hand go between my legs.  I knew he could feel my pussy because the bikini was only thin fabric.  Then he slipped his hand inside and before I could stop him he had his hand on my pussy.  I remember pushing him away and saying that he’d gone too far, but he just grinned at me, like he was really pleased with himself.  I made him promise that he’d never tell anyone, and he just laughed and said ok, and then he wanted to do it again, and I let him.”

“Then what happened?” Helen asked.

“Well I let him.  I let him put his hand down the front of my bikini. I let him touch me there, let him play with me.  He even tried to put his finger inside me, but I wouldn’t let him.  After that though, he used to touch me a lot.”

“And you told Richard all this?” Sandra demanded.

“Yes.”

“And what were you doing when you were telling him all this?” Helen asked.

Sally sighed and blushed slightly, “I had to play with myself.”  She admitted.

“What did you use, your fingers or the vibrator?” Helen asked in a matter of fact way.

Sally suddenly coloured deeply.  “No, I had to use something else, something Richard brought with him.” She said quietly.

“What was it?” Both girls asked in unison.

“I had to use a cucumber.” She said softly.

“A cucumber?” Helen shrieked, “You mean you did yourself with a cucumber while telling him all that stuff about yourself and he watched you do it?” She said aghast.

Sally nodded sadly.

“God mum, how could you?”  Helen looked at her mother with disgust.

“I didn’t want to do it, but you know how things are.” Sally said defensively.

“Did you come?” Helen snapped.

“Look, Helen, please …”

“Did you come?” She insisted.

Sally’s head dropped, “Yes.”  She said simply.

“So you did like it!” Helen said triumphantly,  “You say you didn’t want to do it, but you still liked it, didn’t you?”

Sally sighed again, “I suppose so.”  She admitted.

The picture in my mind of Sally relating her personal history to Richard whilst fucking herself with a cucumber was hugely amusing, and also had my cock stiffening.  I decided it was time to have some fun with the girls.

“I think we’ve heard enough for one night, Sal.” I announced, “Now I want you to go to the spare room and sleep there tonight.  The girls will spend the night with me, ok?”

Sally sighed with relief that her ordeal was over, for now at least, and nodded her agreement.  The girls looked at me with bright, excited eyes.  “Oh fantastic!” Helen cried.  “Can we go now?” Sandra begged urgently.

“Sounds good to me, girls.” I smiled.

We all made for the stairs.  As we started to climb I turned to Sally, “Make sure you take your cucumber with you, Sal, you never know if you might need it.”

She blushed deeply.  The girls giggled.

Once we were inside the bedroom I told the girls to undress.  In moments they had stripped completely and stood looking at me with shy smiles on their faces.

I looked Sandra up and down.  “Your pubes are coming on nicely. “ I smiled.

She grinned back at me happily, “Yes, I check on them every day, and they are growing really fast now, look!”  She thrust her hips towards me.  There was now a small tuft of blonde hair at the top of her slit.  I felt my cock twitch.

I quickly shed my clothing and lay on the bed.  “What are you waiting for girls, let’s have some fun!” I laughed.  The both fell onto me, laughing and giggling.  Helen kissed me passionately, whilst Sandra took hold of my cock and began to stroke it slowly.  I stroked Helen’s firm young tits as Sandra began to suck on my cock, then slipped a hand between Helen’s plump thighs and began to stroke her pussy.  She sighed with pleasure and opened her legs wide to allow me access.  I slipped my finger between her already wet folds and found her clit.  As I stroked it in small circles with my fingertip she sighed happily.

“Oh God Steve, oh I love it when you do that to me.” She said breathlessly.

Sandra was sucking hungrily on my cock and stroking my balls with her free hand.  I pulled her around so that her small, tight arse was towards me and started to stroke her pussy.  She shuddered as I ran my finger along her slit, then opened her legs as wide as she could, pushing her pussy towards my hand as she did so.  I pushed my middle finger into her hot tunnel, feeling her muscles stretch to allow me in.  Once my finger was in her as deep as it would go she began to rock her hips back and forth, fucking herself gently.  I let my thumb rest against her tight back door and she shuddered and sighed, still sucking away on my glans.

Helen began to rock her hips too, rubbing my finger against her clit.  As she pushed forward I let my finger travel along her slit, and slipped it inside her.  She gasped and moaned with pleasure, then put her hand down over mine to keep it in place and began to gyrate her hips whilst moaning repeatedly.

“Yes.  Oh God, yes!”

Soon they were both whimpering and moaning as I played with their hot, wet pussies.  Helen began to plant a series of wet kisses across my face and chest.  I could feel the stiff nipples of her juvenile tits stroking across my skin.  Suddenly Sandra raised her head and began to push back onto my finger with a new urgency.

“Oh wow! Oh God yes! oh yes, yes, yes yeeeessssssssssssss!”  She cried as she climaxed.  Within moments Helen cried out and began to climax too.  They both rocked their bodied against my fingers, their pussies griping my finger rhythmically as their orgasms ran though their bodies.

After barely a moment to recover they both set about pleasuring me again.  They both began to lick and kiss my shaft, working higher and higher until they were taking it in turns to suck my glans.  Then Helen began to suck me urgently, whilst Sandra began to kiss and lick my balls, her small fingers slipping beneath me and tickling my puckered hole.  Helen then moved up and threw her leg across my body, straddling me.  She sank down with a contented sigh, her pussy resting on the length of my shaft.  She began to rub her hips back and forth, my shaft slipping between her wet lips.  She groaned with pleasure, then raised herself up and took hold of my cock.  She placed the tip against the entrance to her tunnel, then sank down again, eyes closed in concentration as she pushed my cock into her.

She continued to sink down on my cock until I was deep inside her, then she began to fuck me eagerly.  I smiled as I looked up at her young face, now contorted with pleasure. Moments later I felt Sandra straddle my legs and her hands reached around and began to caress Helen’s tits.  Helen sighed happily as Sandra cupped and stroked her small mounds, and then Sandra began to circle Helen’s nipples with her fingertips.  Helen moaned with pleasure, driving her hips down onto my cock.  Sandra began to kiss and lick at Helen’s neck, her tongue tracing a line from Helen’s ear down to her shoulder.  Helen began to bounce up and down on my cock with increasing speed.  Sandra let one hand fall until it was gently stroking Helen’s thin patch of pubic hair, then she slipped it beneath her sister until she was able to find Helen’s clit and began to rub it in time to Helen’s movements.

Helen groaned “Oh God yes!”  And then climaxed again, gasping and moaning, her eyes closed in concentration, face contorted with pleasure.  As Helen rolled away from me with a contented sigh, Sandra immediately took her place, holding my cock in position and then sliding down onto it.  She looked down at me, eyes glittering with mischievous pleasure, before pushing her hips down onto my cock until I was completely buried in her velvet- like pussy.

As she rocked her hips back and forth I reached up to stroke the small buds of her tits, teasing and stroking them.  I reached behind her and took hold of her firm little arse cheeks with both hands and then rocked her hips back and forth forcefully.  She squealed with pleasure then fell forward onto my chest.  She kissed and licked my ears and neck, her hot breath sending new sensations through me.  Moments later I felt Helen’s tongue start to lick at my balls, then travel down to my arse crack.  I lifted my hips, driving my cock deeper into Sandra, and felt Helen’s tongue begin to lick at my back door.  In moments her tongue was writhing and pushing into me, her fingers tickling my balls.

I began to tickle Sandra’s tight hole.  She shuddered as she felt me press against her opening, then gasped with pleasure.  I started to slowly insert my finger into her bowels, feeling the resistance.  As I started to penetrate her she gasped in my ear, “Oh God Steve, yes!”  As my finger went deeper and deeper she began to buck and writhe around, driving my cock into her, forcing her arse back onto my invading finger.  She gripped my shoulders with both hands and pushed back, driving my finger deep into her back door, and then she climaxed again with a long, high pitched cry.

“Aaaaayyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

She collapsed on top of me, gasping and panting for breath.  My cock was still deep in her hot, wet pussy, my finger still deep in her arse.  As she began to recover she giggled shakily, then slowly moved up, easing my cock from her and sliding off my finger.  I could feel my cock throbbing with pleasure, and I immediately reached out for Helen, who was still licking my arse and stroking my balls. 

I positioned her on all fours, then reached into the bedside cabinet where I knew Sally kept a small bottle of baby oil.  I poured some of the pale liquid onto the crack of Helen’s arse, then massaged it into her tight hole.  She shuddered with pleasure and let slip a small moan as my finger slid into her, then I poured some more of the liquid onto my cock and massaged it onto my skin.  I placed my cock against her puckered hole, now glistening with oil, and started to push into her.  She took in a deep breath as she felt my glans opening her up.

“Oh God! Oh wow! Ohhhhh!”  She groaned. 

I reached forward and began to cup and stroke her tits, massaging and squeezing them, teasing her nipples.  She sighed with pleasure, her body relaxing as I slowly eased my cock into her arse.  I began to slowly fuck her arse, feeling her sphincter contracting tightly onto my shaft, the sensations driving me closer to orgasm. 

Soon I was deep inside her, my lubricated cock sliding effortlessly into her time after time.  I slipped my hand between her thighs and found her clit, gently teasing and rubbing the stiff little bud until she was gasping and groaning with pleasure once more.  Sandra soon got in on the act, her small hands stroking my arse and reaching between my legs to tickle my balls.

“Oh God, that looks amazing!” She gasped, “Your lovely big cock going right up into her bum! What does it feel like, Helen?”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh God! Oh it feels fantastic, just fantastic!”  Helen breathed, her eyes closed in concentration.

Sandra sighed with pleasure, then reached between Helen’s thighs and pushed my hand away.  She immediately began to stroke Helen’s clit, then slid her finger into her hot snatch.

“Oh God, Helen, you’re so wet!” She gasped.

Helen gasped and groaned as I drove my cock into her arse and Sandra stroked and fingered her pussy.  Sandra leaned closer to me and began to kiss and lick my neck.

“Steve?” She sighed into my ear.  “Steve, will you do that to me, Steve?  Please?  I’ve been practising, and I know I can do it.  Will you Steve?  Will you put your cock into my bum too? Please Steve. I really want to, Steve.  Please?”

“She can do it Steve.”  Helen said with a gasp, “I’ve been helping her to practise, and I know she can do it.”

“Do you really want to?” I asked.

“Oh God yes! Oh I really do.  Honest, I do Steve.”

I slipped my cock from Helen’s arse and pulled Sandra towards me.  Helen sighed with pleasure, then handed me the small bottle of baby oil.  I rubbed it into Sandra’s tight hole, feeling her tense as I pushed my finger into her.  Helen reached out and cupped my balls, then took hold of my shaft and steered it towards Sandra.  I hesitated for a moment, savouring the feel of Helen’s hand on my cock as she rubbed it against her sister’s arse, the tenseness in Sandra’s small body.  Then I slowly pushed forward and began to penetrate her.

Sandra gasped as my cock began to slide into her.  She let out a tremulous cry, her whole body tense with nerves.  Helen slipped her hand between Sandra’s thighs and began to rub gently on her clit.  After a few moments Sandra sighed and her shoulders sagged as she began to relax.  I put my hands on her small cheeks and pulled them apart gently, then pushed a little further in.  I paused for a moment and looked down.  About two inches of my cock were inside Sandra, her sphincter was contracting tightly on my shaft, the sensations were incredible!  I pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, going a little deeper.  Sandra was panting and gasping, her body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No!” She insisted, “I want to do this.  Please don’t stop Steve, I’ll be ok, really.”

I reached forward and stroked her tiny tits, teasing the nipples.  She sighed once more and I began to slowly fuck her, using short, shallow strokes, going deeper each time.  At last I was in her up to the hilt, could feel every tremor in her body.

“Well done Sand, you did it!” Helen whispered.

Sandra laughed briefly. “I told you I could, didn’t I Steve, and look, I was right.”

I began to fuck her once again, easing my cock back and forth, stretching her sphincter.  As her body became accustomed to the intrusion, so she relaxed and I was able to increase my speed.  Her arse was so tight I could have climaxed at any moment, but I wanted to savour the pleasure.  Helen continued stroking Sandra’s clit and I played with her small, puffy nipples, until she was sighing with pleasure.

“Oh this is wonderful.” She sang as I pushed into her once more.  “Are you going to come I me, Steve?”

I thought for a moment, then smiled to myself, “No, I want to come in Helen’s mouth.”

Helen looked up at me longingly, then smiled broadly.  I stroked my cock into Sandra’s arse for a few more moments, then felt myself start to climax.  As I began to shoot I pulled out of Sandra, and Helen immediately took my cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick hungrily.  After so long enjoying the two of them I had built up quite a head of pressure, and I fired spurt after spurt of jism into Helen’s waiting mouth.  She grunted and sighed with pleasure as she swallowed every last drop, and then I fell back onto the bed exhausted.

“Wow Steve, that was amazing!” Helen said with a giggle.

“It was even better than that!” Sandra laughed, “It was bloody brilliant!”

We all laughed at Sandra’s surprising exclamation.  “Did you really enjoy it then?” I asked her.

“Oh it was brilliant!” She cried, “I mean I came at least twice, and so did Helen, didn’t you Helen?” She glanced across at her sister, then ploughed on, not waiting for an answer to her question.  “And I had your cock in my pussy, and in my mouth, and then up my bum! Oh it was just brilliant!”  She beamed at me jubilantly.

“So you like it up your bum then?”

“It hurt a bit at first, but I never wanted you to stop, Steve, never.” She insisted, “And then when Helen started to tickle my button, well it all just felt so nice, and I didn’t want it to stop.  Steve, when you do it to me like that again, will you come in me?”

“Maybe.”

“I want to know what that feels like, when you come in my bum like you did with mum and Helen.” 

“It feels great!” Helen announced, a broad smile on her face.

”I bet it does.”  Sandra grinned.  They looked at one another briefly, then began to giggle.  In seconds they were in each other’s arms, kissing deeply, their tongues entwined.  They caressed each others tits, then Helen ducked her head down and began to suck on each of Sandra’s nipples in turn, her hand stroking the inside of Sandra’s thigh.  She inched her hand higher until she was stroking her pussy, then began to rub at her clit once again.  Sandra sighed and stroked Helen’s hair.  I watched for a few moments, then felt my cock stir.

I pulled Helen towards me, then gently pushed her onto her back.  I quickly moved between her plump thighs and began to plant kisses along her slit.  She gasped with pleasure, opening her thighs wide.  I pushed my tongue into her hot slit and ran my finger across her clit.  Soon she was sighing with pleasure as I licked and teased her towards another climax.  After a few moments I felt Sandra move behind me.  She started to kiss and lick my arse crack and reached between my legs to stroke my balls, before grasping hold of my cock.

As she stroked my swelling shaft she pushed her tongue between my cheeks and began to lick my tight hole.  Soon she was pushing her tongue into me, both hands now busy on my cock and balls.  The taste of Helen’s pussy, and her contented sighs and moans, together with Sandra’s best efforts, soon had my cock stiff and throbbing again.  I was about to slip it into Helen’s warm pussy once more when she gasped and climaxed, her thighs clamping together against my head.  She rolled away from me with a sigh, and I turned onto my back to look at Sandra.  I pulled her into a sixty-nine position and began to lick her sweet little pussy.

As soon as I ran my tongue over her clit she began to writhe around, gasping and moaning.  She sucked my cock feverishly, stroking my balls and tickling my arse with her fingers.  I ran my finger over her puckered hole, then pushed it slowly into her.  She groaned onto my cock, then I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could.  I felt her fingers tighten around my shaft, she began to stroke it with increasing speed as I pushed my finger up her arse and licked her pussy.  Suddenly her entire body was shaken by a series of tremors as she climaxed.  As she came she sucked hard on my cock.  I started to come in her mouth and she grunted with satisfaction, swallowing hungrily.  As we both recovered she curled her body around me, smiling with satisfaction.

“Thanks Steve, I love it when you come in my mouth.” She sighed.

Helen joined us, wrapping her body around mine. “I love it too.” She said sleepily.  I stretched out an arm and switched off the light, then we fell into a sound sleep.

I continued to manipulate my puppets for the next few days, adding subtle changes to their programming, then watching with amusement the following events.  On one evening I arranged for Sally to be out of the house on some spurious shopping trip, and Sandra was safely ensconced in her room doing homework.  Richard arrived at the house, as he’d been programmed to do, and found Helen in the dining room reading.

“Where’s your mother?” He demanded.

“She, er, went out sir.” Helen replied timidly.

“Went out?  Where?”

“Don’t know sir, shopping, I think.”

“When will she be back?” He demanded.

“Don’t know sir, she didn’t say.”

“Didn’t say, huh? Well that’s just not good enough, is it?”

“No, sir.”

“No sir.” He mimicked.  “I came over here to collect the rent, you might say.” He smiled at his euphemism, “And it seems that Sally isn’t here to pay up.  She really has no right to go swanning off like that.  She should be here, ready to pay her dues, shouldn’t she?”

“Yes sir, I suppose so, sir.”

“You suppose so, do you?  And what do you suppose I should do instead, hmm?”

“I don’t know sir.”

“You don’t know?  Well I have an idea.  If Sally isn’t here to pay the rent, you can pay it for her, how about that?”

“Nnnno, sir, please sir, I, er, I can’t sir.”  Helen stammered, her face white with nerves.

“Can’t? Why not?” He demanded.

“I, er, I mean, er, I’m sorry sir. I don’t know sir.”

“Exactly!” He beamed, “There’s no reason why you can’t take the place of your mother, particularly as she left no message or explanation. Come on then, we’ll use your bedroom.”  He took hold of her arm and began to lead her towards the stairs.

“No! Please sir, please don’t.  I can’t do this sir, really I can’t.”  She begged.

“Are you arguing with me, young lady?” He asked sternly.

“No sir.”  She sobbed, “But I’m sure mum will be back soon, I’m sure she won’t be long now sir.”

“I don’t care.  I haven’t got time to hang around waiting for her to get back.  I want that payment now, and since she isn’t here, you’ll have to provide it. Now get up the stairs.”  He shouted.

Helen began to climb the stairs, her legs shaking with nerves, her face tear stained.  Richard followed her up, his eyes raking over her body.  He followed her into her bedroom, closed the door then sat down on her bed.

“Come on then, get your things off.” He ordered, “I must say, I’m looking forward to this.”

Helen looked at him in horror, unable to move.

“Are you going to take those things off, or do you want me to do it for you?” He snapped.

“No sir, I’ll do it.” She sobbed.  She began to open the buttons on her crisp white school blouse, her fingers shaking with nerves.  Richard grunted with satisfaction as he watched her, then looked around the room casually.  He glanced at her bedside cabinet, picking up a couple of the small ornaments she had there, then he idly pulled open the top drawer.  He reached inside and pulled out a handful of pairs of knickers.  He inspected them casually, then looked at Helen.

“Do you always wear simple plain ones like these?” He asked with a grin, “Or do you have some nice, sexy ones hidden away?”

Helen stared at him in impotent rage.  “No, sir.  They’re all I have.”  She said, her voice trembling.

“I see.  How dull.” He grinned, “Will you get a move on, girl.  I haven’t got all day you know.”

Helen resumed opening her buttons until the final one was open.  Then with another sob she pulled the blouse open and slipped it off her shoulders.  Richard stared at her young tits, enclosed within the simple white bra she wore.  He grunted in appreciation, then motioned for her to continue.  She began to fiddle with the fastening of her grey school skirt.  She finally managed to open it, then let it fall to the floor, exposing her white knickers to his lecherous eyes.  She picked up the skirt and placed it across a chair, then she stood and looked at him pleadingly.

“I’m sure mum will be back very soon now.” She said, her voice thick with emotion.

“Don’t care.  Get the rest of your things off and let’s have a look at you.”  He ordered.

Her bottom lip quivered as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra.  She clutched it to her chest, reluctant to let it go.

“I’m warning you.” Richard said menacingly.

She let the bra fall down her arms, then covering her tits with one arm, she dropped it on top of her skirt.

“Come on then, let’s have a look at you.” Richard said with a grin.  He stood up and stepped towards her.  She flinched, then looked away.  Slowly he reached out his hand, took hold of her arm and pulled it away from her, exposing her tits to him.

“Nice!” He grinned, “Very nice indeed.”  He let go of her arm, then reached out and stroked each breast in turn.  Helen groaned, then sniffed back a tear.  After a few moments fondling her tits he stepped back and said, “Now the rest.”

Helen took a deep breath, then in one swift movement she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down.  They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, her hands clutched protectively across her pussy.  Once again he stepped towards her, took hold of her arms and pulled them apart.  His eyes went immediately to her thin pubes.

“Well at least one female in this house has something growing on her cunt!” He chuckled.  “Your mother shaves hers bare, and I don’t suppose your sister is old enough to have any hair yet.”

Still laughing at his own joke he steered her to the bed and made her lie down, then he began to open his trousers.  “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”  He said to himself.  He pushed his trousers and underwear down, and stepped out of them.  His cock was already stiff.  He lay on the bed next to Helen and ran his hands over her body.  She shuddered as he played with her tits once more, pinching her nipples gently.  Then he sucked on each one, running his tongue across them before closing his mouth on them.

After a couple of minutes he stopped, then knelt up on the bed.  His eyes fell to her pussy once more, and he shuffled down the bed until he was level with it.

“Now let’s see what we have here.” He mused. He reached out his hands and took hold of her thighs, pushing them apart.

“Please sir.” She sobbed.

“Quiet!” He barked.  She fell silent at once.  He pulled her thighs wider and wider apart, then peered between them at her slit.  “Very cute!” He grinned.  He stretched out a hand and ran his fingers across her thin pubes, then he stroked along her slit.  She flinched and whimpered at his touch, but he ignored her completely.   He suddenly changed his position, shuffling between her thighs, spreading them even wider.  He grabbed her legs behind each knee, then pushed them up and outward, spreading her completely.  He started at her slit, a smug grin on his face, then slowly lowered his face towards it. 

His face was no more than a couple of inches from her pussy.  He breathed in deeply through his nose, taking in her aroma. “Mmmmm! Nice!” He chuckled.  Helen bit her bottom lip, another tear escaping from her eye and rolling down her cheek.  Without warning he clamped his mouth onto her pussy and forced his tongue between her delicate folds.  She groaned with shock and disgust, then closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away.  He continued to lick at her pretty pussy for several minutes, then inserted a finger into her.

“Nice and tight, just how I like ‘em!” He laughed.  He moved forward to lie on top of her, then placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy.  “Payment time.” He announced with a giggle, then began to push his cock into her.  Helen let out a whimper of distress, then fell back onto the bed, resigned to her fate.  He pushed his cock into her, grunting with each stroke, his face a picture of pleasure.  Soon he was driving into her faster and faster, his hands mauling her tits.  Helen lay still beneath him, unable to do anything about his use of her body.  He slammed his cock into her time after time, his face red with exertion, his body covered in sweat, his grunting growing steadily louder.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh great stuff! Oh lovely! Nghh! Nghh! Nghh!”

Suddenly he tensed and began to shoot his jism deep into her.  She groaned in misery as she felt him coming inside her, then turned her head away once more as he collapsed on top of her with a final grunt.

He lay on top of her for several seconds, his body heaving from his exertions.  Finally he rolled off her and sat up on the bed.  He turned and looked at her once more, his eyes lingering on her tits and her pussy. 

“Well you’re not as active as your mother, but I’m sure you’ll get better at it.” He sniggered, then stood up and began replacing his clothing.  Helen groaned again, then turned away from him and curled into a ball.  Her body shook with occasional silent sobs.  As he fastened his trousers he turned to look at her once more.  Still smiling he reached out and ran his hand over her plump arse.  She flinched and groaned again.

He patted her arse cheek playfully, then said, “See you again then, Helen.”  He strolled casually out of the door.  As Helen began to sob once more I followed him downstairs.  As he reached the bottom stair Sally hurried through the front door.  She looked shocked to see him, but smiled warmly at him, keeping up the pretence.

“Richard, darling, you’re early!” She said sweetly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you came over.” She put her arms ‘round his neck and kissed him deeply.  “But I’m here now.  Shall we go upstairs?”

He smiled at her.  “No point now.” He grinned, “You weren’t here, so Helen looked after me instead.  See you later, Sally!”  He patted her on the bottom and walked out of the door. 

Sally looked stunned. I could guess what was racing through her mind at that moment.  She must have misunderstood, surely?  Richard couldn’t possibly mean what she thought, could he?  She took the stairs two at a time and raced into Helen’s room.  Helen was still lying on the bed, naked, sobbing bitterly.  As soon as she saw Sally she flung herself into her arms.

“Oh God mum, it was awful, just awful.  He came over and he wanted to know where you were, and I didn’t know, and he said you were wrong not to be there for him, and then he said that as you were out, I’d have to pay the rent.”

“Pay the rent?” Sally asked.

“That’s what he calls it, paying the rent.  He said you should have been there to pay it, and you weren’t, so I had to. And he brought me up here and made me take my things off, and then he did it to me, right here on my own bed, mum.  It was horrible, I hate him. He’s a bastard.”

Sally’s face had gone white.  She hugged Helen for a few moments, then said, “You’re right love, he is a bastard, and I’m going to have a word or two with him.  He won’t bother you again, love.”  She stormed from the room and began to run down the stairs.  Naturally, I followed.  An interesting scene was about to unfold, one which would change the way they both played my game.  I knew how it would end, of course, having programmed both the protagonists!

Sally marched out of her front door and straight over to Richard’s.  She rang the doorbell, then banged on the door angrily. A few moments later, Richard opened the door.  He was still wearing the same, smug grin as before.  He looked at Sally with amusement.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked calmly, “Are you pissed off because you missed my cock, then?”  He laughed at his own joke.

“You bastard!” She spat, “You dirty, disgusting bastard.”

“What did you call me?” He flared.

“I called you what you are, a dirty bastard.” She yelled.  “Is your wife and daughter in?  I want to tell them just what kind of a man you are.”  She marched into Richard’s house, straight past him.  “Where are they then, bring them here.”  She yelled.

“They’re both out, as a matter of fact.” He said coldly.  “Now why don’t you explain what this hysteria is all about?”

“What it’s all about?” She echoed incredulously, “You raped my daughter!”

“I didn’t rape her, I just took her in your place.  Besides, she didn’t need much persuading.  Obviously takes after her mother!” He laughed again.

Sally stared at him, a look of pure loathing on her face.  “She’s a child, and you forced her.  You raped her, you bastard.”

“She’s nearly sixteen, and I didn’t force her, she went quite willingly after a while.”  He smiled again, “But if you think I did rape her, then go to the police.  Go and tell them what happened.  Naturally, I’ll deny it, and it will be my word against yours.  But in the meantime, you can pack your shit together and get out of the house, I’m not letting you live there rent free if you’re going to make this kind of fuss over a five minute quickie with your precious daughter.”

Sally stared at him blankly.  Her initial rage had begun to cool, and now she found herself facing an angry man with a powerful hold over her.  She opened her mouth to speak but her cut her off with a wave of his hand.

“Yes, you go and tell the police, Sally, and then I’ll tell them how you’ve been giving me sexual favours in return for letting you live there rent free.  My boy Edward will tell them what a slut your daughter is, how she’ll drop her knickers for anyone.”

“That’s not true!” She shrieked.

“Who cares? Edward and his mates will all tell the police how they’ve had your little daughter, them and lots of others.  I doubt it would ever get near a court, and in the meantime you’ll be out on your lazy, ungrateful arse.  You and your bloody kids.  Go on, go to the police now.  I want you to go to the police.”  He looked at her triumphantly.

“I don’t want you touching my daughter again.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Who cares what you want?” He laughed, “I told you at the start that you’d have to do whatever I said if you wanted to keep the house.”

“And I have! I’ve done everything you asked, and more.  I thought you were happy with what I did for you.”  She cried.

“I am, up to a point, but I’ve been looking at her cute little arse for a while now, and today I decided to have a bit of it.” He smiled.

“But you can’t.” She insisted, “She’s not old enough.  She’s just a child.”

“Looks old enough to me.” He chuckled.

“You total bastard.  How can you do this?”

“Easy.  I told you the terms at the start, and you agreed, didn’t you Sally?”

“Yes, but she was never part of the agreement.  Never!”

“I don’t remember you making that point.  In fact, as I remember it, you were only too keen to get into bed with me if it meant you kept your house.  Now you want to put conditions on it?  No, I think not, Sally.  You go and tell the police, and I’ll find someone new to pay me rent for the house.  I wonder how little Helen will feel when her mother is publicly revealed to be little more than a prostitute, and she is shown to be a slut of the first order?”  He sat down in a chair and looked at her coolly. 

Sally had gone very pale as she listened to his words.  She stood and looked at him, her mouth open wide with amazement.  “Richard, you wouldn’t do that.” She said quietly.

“Wouldn’t I?  What would I have to lose?  You come over here shouting abuse, trying to drag my wife and daughter down to your level, and then you expect me to fight fair?  You’re more stupid than I thought, Sally.”  He smiled at her again, clearly enjoying himself.  “Anyway, I don’t think we have anything else to say, do we? You go off and tell the police, and we’ll see what happens.”

She fidgeted from one foot to the other, desperately trying to think of something to say to placate him.  Finally she gave up. With a sigh she said quietly, “I don’t want to do that Richard.”

“Why not?  Five minutes ago you were shouting and screaming that I’d raped your daughter.  Now you don’t want to get the police involved?  I find that strange, Sally.” 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” She said quietly, her face a picture of misery.

“No you bloody well shouldn’t!”

“I, er, I’m sorry Richard.”  She said with a sob.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Sally.  What’s to stop me going to the police and telling them that you’ve threatened to accuse me of rape if I don’t give you money?”

“But I haven’t, I mean I never, I wouldn’t…” She stammered.

He smiled at her slyly.  “Well now, if we’re going to keep our little arrangement going, and keep the police out of this, then we’re going to have to be clear about the rules, aren’t we?”  He grinned, “I mean, I’m not going to put up with this behaviour every five minutes, am I?”  He sat and looked at her, waiting for her reply.

“No Richard, I suppose not.”  She said with a heavy sigh.

“You suppose right.  So here‘s my suggestion.  For as long as you, and your pretty daughters, are living under my roof free of charge, I will expect that you make me feel welcome when I come to visit, got that?”

“Er, yes Richard, but please leave the girls out of this.  I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want, you know I will.  Only please leave the girls out of this.  Please Richard, I’m begging you.”  She had started to cry.  Tears escaped from her eyes and rolled freely down her face.

“There you go making conditions again.  I won’t have it Sally.  I’ll tell you the rules, and if you don’t like them, you can move out, ok?”

Her fingers were knotted together, her body taught with stress.  “Yes, Richard.”  She said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Good.  Now there is only one rule, and this is it: I can do whatever I damn well like, to you or your precious little princesses, and you have to put up with it, got that?”

“Yes Richard.” She said sadly.

“You speak to your kids, tell them how this goes, I don’t want any whining when I come over there, got that?”

“You won’t hurt them, will you Richard?  Please?”

“I’m not going to hurt them.  After a while they’ll both like it, I’ll bet.  I bet they’re game girls, like their mother, yes?”  He smiled warmly.

Sally tried her best to smile back.  She failed miserably.  “I’ll go home then, Richard.” She said.

“Once you’ve had your punishment, yes.” He grinned. 

“Punishment? I,er, don’t understand.”

“Well you called me some pretty awful names earlier on.  I can’t have you speaking to me like that, can I?”

“No, but Richard I was upset.  I, er didn’t mean any of it.  I’m sorry Richard, I apologise.”

“Well the apology is fine, Sally, but I still intend to punish you.  Now drop your jeans and knickers and bend over that chair.”  He said casually.

“Please Richard, just this once, please don’t.  I am sorry Richard, really I am.” She begged.

He shook his head slowly, then smiled.  “Now Sally, I just told you the rule. Don’t make me repeat it.  Get your knickers down and bend over the chair.”

She bit her bottom lip, then slowly began to open the button of her jeans.  With a heavy sigh she pushed them down to her knees, then pushed her pale blue cotton knickers after them.  She wiped a tear away with the back of her hand, then bent over the chair. 

“That’s much better Sally.”  He chuckled as he ran his hand over her cheeks.  She moaned softly, then dropped her head.

Richard placed his hand across her cheeks, then raised it deliberately.  He was about to bring it down on her flesh when he glanced at something on a table and smiled.  “I don’t think I’ll use my hand on you today, Sally.  I’ve just thought of something much more suitable.  This, in fact.”  She turned her head ‘round to look at him and then gasped as she realised he was about to punish her bare arse with a hairbrush.  “Yes, this ought to make you remember to behave.”

He began to rain blows onto her unprotected skin, driving the nylon needles into her repeatedly.  Sally gasped and cried with each blow, her wails becoming louder and louder, her arse glowing bright red.  After a few minutes she was sobbing continuously.  Finally he stopped, out of breath from his exercise.  Sally stayed draped across the chair, her limp body shaking with sobs.  He smiled to himself, then stepped forward and ran his hands over her hot flesh.  She groaned at his touch.  He smiled again, then slipped his hand between her thighs and began to stroke her pussy.

“Did you enjoy that Sally?” He asked softly.

“No Richard.”  She wept.

“I wonder.  Let’s see, shall we? See if that hot pussy of yours is getting wet.”  He pushed his finger between her lips, then chuckled to himself.  Sally wailed in shame and humiliation.  “You must have enjoyed it Sally, you’re absolutely soaking, down here!  Would you like me to do it some more, hmm?”

“No Richard, please!” She cried out.

He laughed at her distress, then found her clit and began to rub and tease it.  Sally gasped, then began to move her hips around trying to escape his torment. 

“Look at you jiving away there, just because I give your clit a bit of a tickle.  You love all this, don’t you?” He sneered.  When she didn’t respond he pushed two fingers inside her.  She gasped and moaned.  After a few moments he pulled his fingers from her pussy and placed the handle of the hairbrush against her lips.  She raised her head questioningly as he started to insert it into her.

“Oh no!” She exclaimed, starting to rise.

He placed his free hand into the small of her back, pinning her down, then pushed the handle deep into her pussy.  She gasped and moaned with shame and arousal as he fucked her slowly with the brush for several seconds.

“There now, Sally, is that nice?” He chuckled.  She moaned again.  He began to fuck her faster, the brush handle sliding smoothly into her wet hole.  When she made no further attempt to get away he slipped his hand down between her legs and began to torment her clit once more.  She began to whimper in time to the strokes of the brush, and then opened her thighs wider, inviting him in.

He laughed again, “You really can’t get enough of this, can you?” He taunted, “Well let’s see how you like this.”  He pulled the brush from her pussy and placed it against her back door.  She moaned loudly as he began to push it into her back door, his hand still tormenting her clit.  She gripped the seat of the chair with both hands, her knuckles white.  As the brush handle went deeper and deeper she began to buck her hips, moaning and whining.  Finally it was in as deep as it could go.  Richard held it in place as Sally wriggled her hips, driven almost to climax.  After a moment or two Richard grinned smugly, then calmly stepped back, leaving her draped over the chair with the brush still inside her.

“Now there’s a picture Sally!” He laughed.  She groaned with misery.  “You with a hairbrush up your tight arse.  Does it feel good?  Are you close to coming? I bet you are, Sally, I just bet you are.  The thing is though, I’m not in the mood to reward you with an orgasm, so if you want one, you’re going to have to do it yourself.” He smiled, knowingly.  “Would you like to orgasm, Sally?  If you do, just carry on and bring yourself off.  I’ll leave it to you to decide.”

She began to sob once more, and then slowly reached ‘round and took hold of the hairbrush.  She began to ease the handle in and out of her tight hole, then slipped her free hand between her legs and began to stroke her clit.  In moments she was moaning with pleasure, driving the handle as deep as it would go into her arse.

“That’s it, Sally, don’t mind me, you just enjoy yourself.” He chuckled, “Bring yourself off as soon as you like with that brush stuck up your arse.”  Sally let out a wail and then climaxed, clamping her thighs together on her hand and pushing the brush handle deep into her arse. 

As she started to recover Richard let out a loud laugh.  “Very good Sally, very good indeed.  That looked like a good one!  Isn’t it strange how something can produce pain one moment, then pleasure the next!  Aren’t you going to say thank you to me then?”

She got up slowly from the chair, easing the brush handle out of her arse as she did so.  "Thank you Richard.”  She muttered. Her face was a deep, shamed red and streaked with tears.  She looked down at the brush in her hand and shuddered.  Then she looked around for somewhere to put it.

Richard immediately realised what she was doing.  “You can’t put that down anywhere here in that state, you’ll have to clean it first.” He ordered.

She began to pull her jeans and knickers up, shuffling towards the kitchen as she did so.

“No, leave them there, I haven’t finished with you yet.” He grinned. She nodded, leaving her jeans and knickers bunched around her knees and continued to shuffle towards the kitchen.

“I’ve got an idea, why don’t you wipe it clean on your knickers?”

She looked at him briefly, then wiped the handle of the brush on the pale blue cotton of her knickers.  After a few moments she held it out to him. “Is this ok?” She asked timidly.

“I suppose it will do for now.  You can wash it properly before you go.  It’s left quite a mark in your knickers, hasn’t it?” He grinned.

Sally looked down and flushed an even deeper shade of red at the sight of the smeared brown stain in her knickers.

“Before you go, I want you to suck me off.  That little show you put on has got me randy again. And when I come I want to shoot my load across your tits, so you better get them out, hadn’t you?” 

She pulled her T-shirt over her head, then unfastened her bra and took it off.  Meanwhile Richard sat in a chair, his trousers open, waiting.  She shuffled across to him and knelt between his thighs. She took hold of his cock, wrapped her lips around it and began to suck.  Within moments his cock was stiff and she was stroking and licking along the shaft.

He looked down at her and grinned.  “Does it taste different?” He asked, “Only I haven’t had a chance to wash it since I fucked Helen, you see.”

Sally closed her eyes in misery, continued to suck his cock.  She cupped and stroked his balls, ran her tongue up and down his shaft and sucked hungrily.  Finally he looked down at her with a smile on his face and grunted, “Here it comes.”  She pulled his cock from her mouth and fell forward, squeezing her tits together on his shaft.  His cock suddenly spurted, shooting jism onto her face, she gasped with surprise then wrapped her tits over his glans.  He groaned with each spurt, and then sighed happily and settled back in his seat.  He grinned again, then patted her on the head.  “Good girl, that was very nice.  Now rub it all into your face and tits and you can go.”  Obediently, she began to massage the sticky liquid into her face, and then her tits.  He watched her all the time, grinning triumphantly.  “Don’t forget to wash that brush handle before you go.” He reminded her, “We don’t want anyone getting your shit on their hands, do we?”

“No Richard.”  She said sadly.

She stood up and pulled her knickers and jeans up, then fastened her bra and pulled her T-shirt back on. Then she walked to the kitchen and washed the handle of the hairbrush, before holding it out to him, her face now pale.  “It’s clean now Richard.”  She said as she offered it to him.

“Good.  Now get back to your whinging kid and tell her not to be so precious next time, ok?”

“Yes Richard.” She said timidly.  She left his house and made her way back home.  I followed, eager to watch her explaining herself to Helen.  She went into the house and stood for several seconds in the hallway, clearly dreading what was about to happen. 

From upstairs a voice called out, “Is that you mum?”

“Yes, Helen.  Stay there, I’ll be right up.”  She sighed heavily, then began to slowly make her way up the stairs to Helen’s room.  She knocked softly on the door.

“Come in.”  Helen said from inside.

Sally slowly opened the door and stepped inside.  Helen looked up at her expectantly.  “Did you tell him mum?  What did you say?  What did he say?  Did you tell him he can’t do that to me again, did you mum?”

Sally sighed again, “Helen, it’s not as simple as that.”  She began.

“But you said. You said you were going to tell him and that he wouldn’t bother me again.  You said so, mum.”  Helen looked at Sally with tearful eyes.

“I know, love, but it’s really not that simple.  We owe a great deal to Richard.  Without his help I don’t know where we’d be, honestly.  I mean we could be living in some awful estate somewhere, where none of us would be safe.  You don’t want that, do you?”

Helen shook her head, “No, of course I don’t mum, but you said …”

“I know what I said, love.  I was angry and surprised and shocked, I suppose.  Maybe I should have thought before I said anything.”

“You mean you didn’t tell him that he can’t do that to me again?” Helen asked, horror spreading across her face.

“I tried to, love, honestly I did.”  Sally’s face was flushed with shame.

“What do you mean, you tried to?  It’s easy, isn’t it, just tell him.”  

“No it isn’t easy.” Sally snapped, “I said he wasn’t to go near you, I told him he was a dirty bastard and a rapist.”

“You said that?  What did he say?” Helen asked.

“He said he hadn’t raped you, said that you practically agreed to it.  Then he said that if I went to the police he’d deny it, and they’d say all sorts of horrible things about you, and that we’d have to leave the house. We’d be homeless.”

“I didn’t agree to that mum, he’s lying!”  Helen cried.

“I know that love, but there’s nothing we can do.  We’ll just have to put up with things as they are, love.”

“You mean I’ve got to let him do that to me?”

“I’m afraid so love, but think about it.  It’s not all that bad, is it?  I mean, he’s not a horrible man, he won’t hurt you or anything like that.” She forced a smile, tried to sound reasonable. “I’m sure that most of the time he’ll want to be with me anyway.  Maybe he won’t want to bother you at all?”

“I bet he does.” Helen said sullenly.

Sally tried to talk to Helen some more, but she turned her face away from he mother and refused to talk.  After a few minutes Sally left the room.  As soon as she had gone I put Helen under.

“Helen your mother is right, you both have to accept that Richard has a perfect to do what he’s done.  Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“You have to remember that Richard is being very generous to you all, letting you live here rent-free.  Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with being friendly to him in return, is there?”

“No.”

“Even if that means letting him do what he did today.  You may not like it, but he was being perfectly reasonable in expecting you to pleasure him like that, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“And so you mustn’t complain, or refuse if he wants you to do that again, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You must do whatever he wants.  And you must do whatever you can to make him happy, understand?”

“Yes.”

I told her to stay in her room and absorb the new information for thirty minutes, then I left her alone.

Just over half an hour later Helen came down stairs.  She looked much less tense than previously.  She came and sat quietly in the living room with Sally and me.  After a few minutes she sighed gently and said, “Mum, I’ve been thinking. About what you said earlier.”

Sally turned to her immediately, “Yes love?”

“Well I can see that you’re right.  We don’t have any choice about being nice to Richard, do we?”

“No, darling, we don’t.”

“Because it’s only right that we’re nice to him isn’t it? I mean, he’s been really nice to us, letting us live here and everything, hasn’t he?”  She sounded as though the thoughts were her own.

Sally agreed, “That’s what I think, love, yes.”

“And you’re right, it really isn’t that bad, is it?”

“No darling.”

“And so I’ve decided, if Richard wants me to do something that will make him happy, then I will.”  She said with a thin smile.

“That’s great love.” Sally smiled back.

“And I won’t complain, not like I did today, I promise.”  She said seriously.

“Why, what happened today?”  Sandra had appeared quietly at the door and had overheard Helen’s last words.

“Nothing.”  Helen snapped.

“Tell me.” Sandra demanded.

Helen blanched then sighed again.  “If you must know, Richard came over here when mum was out.”

“So what?” Sandra giggled.

“Well when mum wasn’t in to be with him, he told me to do it instead.”

“You mean…?” Sandra gaped at her sister, then at her mother, then at me and then finally at Helen again.  “What happened?”  She gasped, her eyes glittering.

Helen heaved another sigh.  “He took me upstairs to my bedroom, and he made me get undressed, and then he did it to me.”

“No way!” Sandra screamed, “What, he just took you up to your room and did it to you?”

“Yes.”

“Wow!  What was it like?”

“I didn’t like it.  I got all upset, and when mum came home and found out what had happened she went over to Richard’s and told him not to touch me again, but it isn’t as simple as that, is it mum, so I’ve just told mum that won’t argue or complain in future.  We all have to make Richard happy because he’s our friend.” She finished seriously.

“What did Richard say when you went and told him mum?” Sandra asked with a giggle.

“Well we talked things through, and, er, well we sorted things out.” Sally said defensively.

Sandra’s instincts were as sharp as a razor and she knew at once that her mother was hiding something.  “Tell me everything that happened.”  She insisted.

“No, Sandra, please, it’s been a long day and I’m tired.  Just leave it for tonight, please.”

“Tell me.” Sandra demanded, “I want to know exactly what happened, everything.”

Now it was Sally’s turn to blanche.  She began to relate, in perfect detail, the events which had taken place in Richard’s living room.  How he had threatened her with eviction, public shame, the stories about Helen, and the single rule.  The girls listened in fascinated silence.  Then she told us how she had agreed to the rule, how she had apologised to Richard.  Then she told them how he had punished her bare arse with a hairbrush.

“Wow that must have hurt, mum!” Sandra chuckled.

Sally blushed deeply as she began to relate how Richard had then fucked her with the brush handle, how he had pushed it into her arse, and then how she had fucked herself with it whilst playing with her clit, bringing herself to orgasm.

“Bloody hell mum!”  Helen said, awe-struck, “You did that right there in front of him?”  Sally nodded, deeply ashamed.

“And you came as well?”  Sandra shrieked.  Sally nodded again.

“What happened next, tell us?”  Helen demanded, now as excited as Sandra.

Sally told them how she’d had to wipe the dirty brush handle on her own knickers.  How she had been ordered to suck and lick Richard’s cock, about the taunting she had endured, how he had shot his load on her face and tits, and then how she had been made to massage it into her body.  By the time she had finished, both girls had their hands down the front of their knickers and were rubbing their pussies.

As Sally finished reciting her tale of woe there was a moment of silence.  Both girls discreetly slipped their hands out of their knickers, Sandra wiped her fingers on the gusset of hers.  She thought for a moment, and then said, “So do you think that he’ll want to do that to Helen again, I mean, you know, do it to her?”

Sally hesitated for a moment.  “I don’t know love, perhaps.”  She said carefully.

“I think he will.” Helen stated simply, “I mean, he’s always over here with mum.  Now he knows I have to please him as well he’s bound to, isn’t he?”  She looked at Sally for a denial, or even conformation, but Sally just shrugged.  “It’s ok though.” Helen continued, “Because we owe it to Richard to be nice to him, so that’s what I’ll do, promise.”  Sally summoned up a smile, and Helen smiled bravely back.

“You know Helen said ‘we’ owe it to be nice to Richard?” Sandra said questioningly.

“Yes love?”  Sally said cautiously.

“Well does that mean I have to be nice to him as well?  Does it mean he can do it to me if he wants to?” 

“I’m sure it won’t come to that.” Sally said at once, “Just be sure that you’re polite to Richard when he comes over, ok?”

“Yes mum.” Sandra said dutifully.

The following afternoon, as we all arrived home, Richard arrived.  He smiled at Sally, then turned to Helen and said, “Come upstairs with me for a while will you?”

Helen flushed a deep pink and said, “Yes sir.”

Richard turned to Sally, “You don’t mind, do you Sally?”

“No, er, of course not Richard.”  She said, trying to sound convincing.

I followed Richard and Helen upstairs and took a seat in the corner of the room.  Richard sat down on the bed once more and looked at Helen lecherously.  “So you didn’t like what happened yesterday then?” He asked.

Helen flushed again, “It wasn’t that so much, sir, it was just that I wasn’t expecting it.  I got really nervous, that’s all.  I’m sorry I complained to mum sir. I won’t do that again.”

Richard beamed with satisfaction, “Good girl!  That’s the kind of attitude I like.” 

Helen smiled back nervously.

“Come over here and let me have a good look at you.”  Richard said casually.  Helen shuffled forward and stood before him.  Richard’s eyes travelled up and down her body, lingering on her breasts or her legs, then said, “You look very pretty in your school uniform.”

“Thank you sir.”  Helen said quietly.

“I tell you what I want you to do Helen, lift up your skirt so that I can see what you’ve got on underneath, ok?”

“Yes sir.” Helen said nervously, then slowly began to lift her skirt.  In moments she was holding it around her waist and her plain white knickers were exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Hmmmm! Nice!” He said, “Turn around.”  Helen did as she was told, presenting her plump arse for inspection.  Richard reached out his hand and slowly stroked each cheek, then he deliberately pulled her knickers into her arse crack, exposing each cheek in turn.  He ran his fingers across her soft skin, then made her turn to face him once more.  Her knickers were now stretched tightly across her pussy, clearly showing the outline of her cleft.  He grinned to himself then ran a fingertip along the line of her slit.  “Delicious!” He said to himself.  “Slip your things off and then come back to me.”  He said quietly.

Helen quickly turned away and began to shed clothing.  Her crisp white blouse went first, then her skirt, followed by her plain white bra, and finally she pushed down her knickers, threw them onto the pile of discarded clothing then dutifully stood in front of Richard, her hands hanging limply at her side.

“Oh yes, very nice!” Richard grinned. He made her turn around several times, admiring her plump arse, fondling her cheeks, then stroking her thin patch of pubic hair and cupping and stroking her tits.  After a couple of minutes Helen’s face was a hot, embarrassed red and Richard was licking his lips lasciviously.

“You really are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He mused.  “Come and lie down on the bed.”

Helen lay down next to him and he let his hands wander over her body.  He stroked and squeezed her small tits, teasing her nipples, making them stiffen.  Then he slipped his hand down to her mound, chuckling to himself when she opened her thighs without being told.  He ran his fingertip along her slit, then slowly parted her lips and slipped a finger between them.  Helen held her breath for a moment as he found her clit, began to stroke it, then bit down on her lip and closed her eyes.

“You like having your clit tickled?”  Richard asked, smiling.

“Yes sir.” She replied tremulously.

“Well that’s good, because I like playing with them!” He laughed.  She slowly pushed a finger into her pussy, easing it in gently before slowly pulling out.  He began to gently finger fuck her, then leaned across her and began to kiss and lick her tits.  After a minute or so the tension in Helen’s face relaxed as she began to respond to his attentions. 

Richard grinned smugly, “You like this, don’t you Helen?”

“Yes sir.” She answered timidly.

“Yes you do, I can tell, because your little pussy is getting nice and wet!” He chuckled.  He ran his finger over her clit, then began to rub it gently.  She sighed softly, then relaxed further, opening her thighs.  “That’s it.” He coaxed, “You spread those pretty thighs and let me play with your clit.”  She closed her eyes and concentrated on the growing sensations within her. Soon she was sighing with pleasure.  “See? Not so bad after all, is it?” He smiled.

“No sir.” She said with a whimper.

He continued stroking her clit and kissing and licking her tits, seemingly in no hurry to progress further. After several minutes she had spread her thighs wide and was pushing her hips up to met his fingers.  “How would you like to stroke my cock?” He murmured.  She looked at him and blushed, then nodded her head.

“Good girl!” He grinned, then opened his trousers, releasing his stiff shaft.  She immediately reached out her hand and began to stroke his cock, wrapping her hand around it. He grunted with pleasure, then went back to sucking on her now swollen nipples.  She ran her fingers down to the base of his cock, then pushed his trousers aside and began to cup his balls.  He sighed with pleasure, then rolled onto his back and lay there while she stroked and caressed him.

“Oh yes, that’s nice!” He sighed, “Oh good. Very good.”

“Would you like me to suck it for you sir?” She asked in a small voice.

Richard laughed out loud, “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

Helen shifted down the bed and kissed his glans.  A droplet of pre-come had formed on it and she gently licked this away before taking the head of his cock into her mouth.  He groaned with pleasure and reached down and stroked her head.  She sucked and licked his cock as I had taught her to do, and then she began to stroke and cup his balls once more.  Soon his cock was stiff and swollen and his breathing had become faster and more shallow.  After a few minutes he groaned and said, “Enough now, Helen.  If you carry on like that I’ll come in your mouth.”

“You can if you want to sir.”  She said at once.

He grinned with satisfaction.  “No, spread your thighs for me, I want to come inside you again.”

“Yes sir.”  She obeyed at once, laying back and opening her thighs wide.  Her slit was visibly damp, her pussy lips swollen.  He rolled on top of her and she reached out for his cock and steered it towards her slit.  She placed the head between her lips and he eased forwards.  As he started to slip into her she put her hands ‘round his neck and sighed with pleasure.  He quickly began to fuck her with fast deep strokes, her body shuddering with each impact of his hips against hers.  She began to stroke his back, sighing with each stroke of his cock.  After a short time it was clear he was close to climax. He began to grunt with each stroke, his face reddening with exertion.

“Ngghh! Nghhh!  Nghhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!”  His body stiffened as he climaxed and shot his jism deep into her pussy.  She sighed in response to his climax, still stroking his back.

As soon as he had finished he rolled away from her and lay on his back staring at the ceiling.  Helen lay next to him, her hand gently caressing his chest.  After a few minutes he looked at her.

“That was very good, you did well.” He smiled.

“Did I make you happy?” She asked.

“Oh yes, I’m happy all right!” He laughed.

Helen smiled gently, “Then that’s good.”  She said softly.

He got off the bed, began to fasten his trousers.  “There’s something I want you to do.” He said, reaching into his back pocket and bringing out his wallet.

“Anything.” She said at once.

He handed her some banknotes.  “I want you to go out and buy yourself some new underwear. Not fancy satin stuff, like your mother wears, but something a bit more attractive, a bit more girlie.  You know the sort of thing, pretty pink knickers, stuff like that.  Something a bit more interesting than just plain old white ones.”

She took the money, “I’ve got some pale pink ones somewhere, sir, or some pale blue ones, will they do?”

“Buy yourself some new ones, and some with different designs on if you want.  Anything really.  Make it fun, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

I followed him out of the room and down the stairs.  As he reached the front door Sally appeared. “Everything ok?” She asked anxiously.

“Fine!” Richard smiled.

“I mean, for you.” She added, “Because if you want to, we could er ….”

“Everything’s just fine, thanks.”  He said cheerfully, then left the house.

There was a confused look on Sally’s face.  I quickly put her under and asked her what she was feeling.

“I don’t know.  I think part of me is disappointed because he didn’t want to do anything with me today.” She admitted.

“You’re going to feel that more and more, Sal.  You’re going to miss having to perform for him, having him use your body.  You like that, remember?  You’re going to miss all those orgasms he used to give you, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to want him to use you again, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you’ll have to beg?  Beg him to use you.  Could you imagine doing that?”

“I don’t know.”

I want you to think about that.  Imagine how you’d do it, what you’d say, how you’d feel begging a man like Richard to amuse himself with you, ok?”

“Yes.”

“And in the meantime, you’ll miss the orgasms more and more.  You’ll have to do it yourself Sally, play with yourself until you come, understand?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll convince yourself that you’ll do anything, anything he demands of you, and you’ll be grateful when he asks you because you want to please him, and please yourself.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

I gave her a wake-up count and before she recovered consciousness I decided to pay a visit on my other puppets.

Richard was about to leave for a business meeting when I went in through the back door of his house.  He smiled at me, then took me to one side and said confidentially, “Jesus mate, that little girl of Sally’s is bloody dynamite!”

“You’re enjoying her then?”

“Enjoying?  Jesus Christ, she’s fantastic!”  He said aghast.

“Well that’s good Richard, you carry on.”  I gave him some more programming, then waved him off to his meeting.  I heard a noise upstairs and went to investigate.  As I approached the bathroom I head Donna groan, “Oh God, Edward, again?”  I heard Edward mutter something in response and then giggle.  Moments later and I could hear his rhythmic grunts as he fucked Donna.  Soon his grunts were joined by her gasps and sighs.  After just a minute or so he groaned and she gasped, “Oh Jesus, yes!”

Seconds later the bathroom door opened and Edward emerged still zipping his trousers up.  Donna followed him out a short time later, wearing a pair of knickers and a T-shirt and carrying the shorts she had been wearing in her hand.  She turned and looked at me, then blushed.  I motioned for her to follow me and went into her bedroom.

“What’s been going on then?” I demanded.

She looked away from me in embarrassment, then said quietly, “I’ve done it again with Edward.”

“You mean you fucked him again?” I said sternly.

She nodded, then added quickly, “I couldn’t help it, Steve, honestly.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“Well after that first time, you remember I told you about it?”

“Yes.”

“Well the following day, when Richard left the house to go to work, well he came into my room. I was only half awake, and I felt him getting into bed beside me, and before I could say or do anything he was touching me all over.”

“Where did he touch you?” I demanded.

She blushed again.  “Well he started off by touching my boobs, and then he pushed his hand down my knickers.  I couldn’t stop him Steve.”

“Did you try?  Did you tell him to stop?”

“No.”

“I see.  Then what happened?”

“Well before I knew it he was on top of me, and his cock was all stiff and he just pulled my knickers to one side and stuck it in me.”

“And you let him?”

“I couldn’t stop him.”

“But you didn’t try to either, did you?”  I barked.

She flinched, “No Steve.”

“And did you enjoy it?”

Her bottom lip quivered slightly, “Yes.  I’m sorry Steve, I really am.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“And that was the only time this has happened?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“No Steve.”

“How many times?”

“Jesus Christ, loads!” She shrieked, “He’s a bloody rutting stag!  Every chance he gets he’s at me.  It’s like he can’t keep his hand out of my knickers.”

“And you let him every time? You never refused?”

“No Steve.”

“And do you come every time?”

She nodded her head.  “I know it’s wrong Steve, but I just can’t seem to do anything about it.  I tell myself that I’ll never let him near me again, but then he corners me somewhere, or comes to my room, and I just can’t say no to him.”

“You should be ashamed.” I said sternly.

“I am, please believe me, I am Steve.”

“I’m going to have to punish you, you know that, don’t you?”

Her eyes glittered with excitement, “Yes Steve.”

“And do you know what the punishment will be?” I teased.

“Are you going to smack my bottom again, Steve?” She asked timidly.

“Not this time.  I’ve got something else in mind, are you ready?”

“Yes Steve.”  She said nervously.

“You’re going to go to the bathroom and fetch some baby oil, then bring it back here, ok?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re going to take all your clothes off..”

“Yes.” She breathed.

“…And suck my cock until it’s good and hard…”

“Yes!”

“…And then you’re going to cover it with baby oil…”

“Oh God, yes!” She said urgently.

“…And then you’re going to put my cock up your arse and fuck me until I come, got that?” I smiled at her.

She looked at me appalled.  “You want me to put your cock….? Oh God, no! Oh Christ Steve, I can’t do that.  I’ve never done that in my life before.  I can’t Steve, I can’t do it.  Please punish me some other way, Steve, please.”

“Certainly, I’ll just tell Richard that his darling wife is making a fool of him by fucking his fifteen year old son and then telling his best friend all about it. How about that?”

Her mouth fell open with shock.  “Jesus Christ Steve you can’t do that.  He’ll go completely mad.  He’ll throw me out for sure.  He’d never forgive me.  Please say you won’t do that Steve.”

“Your choice.” I said simply, “What’s it going to be?”

She hesitated for a moment, then dropped her head and said sadly, “I’ll fetch the baby oil.”

She shuffled from the bedroom, returning a few seconds later with the oil.  With a heavy sigh she pulled off her T-shirt revealing her over-size tits, then pushed her knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them.  She left them on the floor then stepped towards me.  I let her open my trousers, then sat on the bed.  In moments she had her hand wrapped around my cock and was sucking and licking eagerly. I felt my shaft quickly swell and stiffen, and then felt a shudder of pleasure run through me as she kissed and licked my balls.  After a short time she poured some of the oil onto my shaft and skilfully massaged it in. Within seconds my cock was standing proudly and glistening.

“You might want to rub some of that into your arse, it’ll help.” I grinned at her.

She groaned softly, then stood up and began to rub the oil between her cheeks.

“That’s right, work it right in.  You’ll have to push your finger right inside.” I urged.  I smiled as I watched her oiling her tight hole, clearly dreading what she had to do.  “That should be enough for now.” I said.

With a heavy sigh she turned her back to me then began to lower her arse towards my cock.  She reached between her legs to grasp my shaft, then steered it against her tight hole.  I felt her body shudder as my cock touched her sphincter.  She paused for a moment, then began to lower herself down onto my cock.  As my cock began to penetrate her she began to grunt and groan.

“Oh! Ahh! Mmmmm! Oh Jesus! Ahhh!”

After a few moments she cried out, “Oh I can’t do this Steve, it’s too big.  It won’t go in.  Please Steve, let me stop.”

I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down, preventing her from escaping.  I held her in place for a few seconds, then pulled down harder on her hips.  I felt her sphincter start to open and she gasped with discomfort.

“Oh Jesus Christ that hurts!”  She was breathing rapidly, panting and gasping as my cock slid slowly into her arse. 

“Shut up and get on with it.” I barked at her.

She let out another groan, then let her weight begin to drive her down onto my shaft.  After a couple of moments she took a deep breath and then sank down on my cock, driving it in up to the hilt.  As she sat on my lap impaled on my cock she let her breath escape in a sibilant hiss, then began to gasp and pant.

“Oh my God it hurts.  Oh Jesus Christ.  Oh please Steve, can I take it out? Oh Christ!”

“The sooner you make me come, the sooner it ends.  It’s up to you.” I chuckled.

She leaned forward and rested her hands on my knees, then slowly began to ease herself higher on my cock.  Her sphincter was almost gripping my glans when she sat back down again, her body shuddering with discomfort.  She whimpered softly as she sank down again, then started the slow journey up again.  She was gasping and whimpering almost continuously, the occasional sob also escaped from her lips.  Gradually she increased the pace, rising up quickly, then lowering herself much more slowly.

After a couple of minutes I grabbed hold of her hips and began to manipulate her, lifting her up and then forcing her back down.  She gasped and whined, moaning almost continuously.  Her sphincter was gripping my cock so hard that I felt myself starting to come.

“Ever had a cock shoot up your arse?” I asked with a grin.

“N n n no.”  She stammered, still moaning and whining.

As I started to climax I rammed her down on my cock, driving myself as deep as I could into her, then began to spurt up inside her.  She sobbed and wailed as her tight hole gripped my shaft.  As I recovered I pushed her arse up and off my cock.  She groaned with relief as she lifted herself away from me, then walked unsteadily to a chair and sat down.

She looked shaken, her face streaked with tears, her eyes red and swollen.  She hugged herself defensively and continued to sob gently.  “Oh dear God that was awful.” She groaned, “Oh I had no idea it would hurt that bad.”

“No more than you deserve.” I laughed, “If you could stay off your step-son’s cock I wouldn’t need to punish you, would I?”

She blushed with shame, then shook her head slowly.

“So remember that, right?” I smiled at her.

“Yes, Steve, I’m sorry Steve.”

I left her alone and went to find Hannah.  She was sitting at her computer.  As I opened the door she quickly closed down the site she had been visiting, then she glanced over her shoulder and smiled with relief when she saw me. “Oh God Steve, thank heavens it’s you!” She breathed.

“Who did you think it was?” I smiled.

“I didn’t know, but I’m, glad it’s you.”  She grinned, her eyes alert and excited.  She stepped towards me.

“What were you looking at?” I asked.

She blushed and looked away, “Oh just some stuff, nothing important.”

I moved in close to her, put my arms around her waist, then slipped them down to cup her arse, which was encased in faded jeans.  She pressed her body to mine, sighing contentedly.  “So tell me what you were looking at.” I murmured in her ear.

She giggled, then lowered her face, burying it in my shoulder, “Steve, please!  It wasn’t anything important, I promise.”

“I think you were looking at something naughty.” I teased.

She laughed with shock,  “Why would you think that?”

I began to squeeze and knead her firm cheeks, “Because you’re a naughty girl who likes doing naughty things, that’s why.” I grinned at her.

She blushed beautifully, then giggled again.  “My secret’s out!” She laughed.

“So tell me what you were looking at.”  I urged.

She pulled away from me then looked at the floor shyly, “Promise you won’t be angry?”  She pleaded, looking at me from under her lashes.

“Cross my heart and hope to die!” I laughed.

“Well ok then, I’ll show you.”  She said, sitting down at the computer again.  In moments she had recalled the site she had been viewing.  To my delight it contained a variety of BDSM images.  “I found this while I was looking around, and I can’t stop going back to it.” She said, a note of surprise in her voice. “Look, there’s all sorts of stuff here, women being tied up, being spanked, it’s amazing!”

“Very nice.  What’s your favourite?”

“My favourite? Oh, I er, well I don’t really know.”

“Come on, you must like some things more than others.  What do you like to look at?”

She hesitated for a moment, then looked directly at me and said, “There’s some pictures of a man spanking a woman. She looks a bit like me, only a little bit, I know.”  She called up the images, then looked at them in silence, fascinated by the scene of a man spanking a young woman.  “And I know this will sound weird, Steve, but whenever I watch them I wonder what it would feel like to do that, I mean be spanked.”

“And you like that idea?”

“Well, sort of, er, I mean, yes, I suppose so.”

“It gets you hot?”

She sighed heavily, “Oh God yes!”  Then she turned to look at me, aware she might have given away too much.  I smiled at her and she grinned back at me in relief.  

“Would you like me to spank you?” I suggested.

She blushed furiously from hairline to throat.  “Well, I, er…” She coughed nervously, “I, er, well I suppose, er, I mean …”

“It’s ok.  It’s about having fun, right?  Lots of people do stuff like that, it’s not weird at all.”

“Really?”  She stared at me in amazement, “Only I thought it was, you know, a bit kinky!” She giggled.

“So what if it is?  If it’s what you like, if it works for you, then what’s the problem?” I smiled.

“Have you, er, I mean, do you like to, er, I mean …”

“Have I ever spanked someone?  Yes, lots of times.”

“Wow! Who? I mean, is it anyone I know?”

“You mean does Sally like to be spanked?  Oh yes!  She loves it!”

“Really? I never would have thought.”

“So what do you think?  Would you like me to take your jeans and knickers down and spank your naughty bottom?”

She looked away, embarrassed.  “I think I would, Steve.”  She confessed, then blushed again.

“Then stand up.” I ordered.  She got to her feet, then glanced up at me before hurriedly looking away.  I reached out my hand and opened the button on her jeans.  She took a deep breath.  I pulled the zip down, then reached out both hands and began to pull her jeans down.  She wriggled her hips, easing the faded denim down her thighs.  I let them bunch around her knees, then reached out for the waistband of her black cotton knickers.  In one smooth movement I pulled them down to her knees, exposing her neat blonde bush, then I took hold of her arm and began to lead her towards the bed.  She shuffled awkwardly.  I sat down on the bed and looked up at her.  “Right then, young lady, over my knee you go.” I pulled her towards me and she fell gently across my lap with a sigh.

I stroked the warm, smooth skin of her shapely arse. She sighed again.  “Are you ready?” I asked.  She nodded her head.  I raised my hand then brought it down on her right cheek with a slap.  She gasped, then sighed.  I delivered another slap to her left cheek, she shuddered.  I began to slap her pretty arse rhythmically, enjoying the sight of her pale skin turning pink.  With each blow she gasped and sighed.  I put my arm around her to pull her to me, and let my hand rest on her firm tit.  She wore no bra, and I could clearly feel her nipple stiffening.

After a few minutes her arse was a warm shade of pink and she was wriggling around on my lap.  I stroked the back of her thighs, then slipped my hand between them. She parted her thighs slightly, and I stroked the soft skin moving slowly up towards her slit.  I could feel the warmth of her pussy.  “Let’s see what effect that’s had, shall we?” I murmured.  She didn’t move, made no sound as I ran my fingertip along her slit.  I would feel the moisture there, knew she was aroused.  I gently slipped my finger between her lips and she groaned with pleasure.  “You’re soaking wet!” I chuckled, “Feel how wet you are down here.”

She slipped her hand between her legs, our fingers met in the warm wetness of her slit and I guided her finger to her clit.  She let out a long, low moan as her finger touched her stiff little button.  “See?  You’re absolutely soaking!”  I grinned. 

“Oh God, yes!” She sighed.

“So why don’t you bring yourself off?” I suggested.

She shuddered then began to stroke her clit, sighing with pleasure.  I stroked her warm skin and she groaned, “Oh yes!”

“So now you know how it feels to be spanked.  Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes.” She sighed, “Oh it was lovely!”

“And would you like me to do it again to you?”

“Oh yes please Steve. Oh it felt so good, so sexy!”

“And it turned you on so much, you’re going to bring yourself off right on my lap, aren’t you?”

“Mmmmmm! Oh God, oh yes!” She sighed.

“So there’s nothing wrong with doing this, is there?”

“No. Oh it’s so good! Oh Steve, oh I’m going to come.  Oh I’m coming! Oh God Steve, yes! Aahhh! Ohhh! Ahhhhh!”  She clamped her thighs together tightly, then her body shook as she climaxed.  As the waves of her orgasm subsided, she lay across my lap sighing contentedly.  After a few moments I said, “Stand up now Hannah.”

She got to her feet shakily, then stood before me.  I moved her so that she was standing right in front of me, then reached out and stroked her pubes with the back of my hand.  She sighed once more.  “I think I’m going to enjoy spanking you again Hannah.”  I looked up at her and she blushed, then grinned at me mischievously.

“Oh I hope so, Steve!”

I gently pulled her knickers up, then stroked my fingers across her mound once more.  “You can pull your jeans up now.” I grinned at her.  As soon as she had fastened them I put her under.

“Hannah I want you to think about me spanking you.  You really enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll want to think about it, and it will turn you on.  When you’re alone in your room I want you to play with yourself, and bring yourself off thinking about me spanking you, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll want to tell me how much you like it, and you’ll want me to spank you again, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you could e-mail me and tell me how much you enjoy being spanked?”

“Yes.”

“Hannah, do you own a digital camera?”

“Yes.”

“And have you ever taken photos of yourself?”

“Sometimes, just for fun.”

“But you’d like to take some sexy photos of yourself to send to me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do that soon, ok?”

“Yes.”

“When you look at the images on the Internet, what do you notice about lots of the women?”

“I don’t know.”

“Many of them have shaven their pubic hair off, haven’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like that look?”

“I don’t know.”

“I like that look very much Hannah.”

“Oh.”

I gave her a wake up call and left, leaving her to absorb the new programming.