It\'s all in the mind!

Part 17.

As soon as I got home the following day I checked my e-mails.  Sure enough, there was one waiting from Hannah.  I smiled to myself, then opened the message.

Dear Steve,

                  I hope you don’t mind me e-mailing you, but I wanted to tell you again how fabulous last night was.  I feel so good when I’m with you, and when you took my jeans and knickers down and put me over your knee it was the most sexy thing that’s ever happened to me.  You’re so good to me, telling me that everything is ok when I feel so rude and so cheap.  Last night, when I was over your knee I got so hot when you spanked my bottom, and then when I reached down to touch myself, and our fingers met right in my pussy, I almost came there and then!

I can’t believe how sexy you make me feel.  I never could have imagined doing that to myself while anyone else was in the room – but then, you’re not just ‘anyone else’ are you?!  When I was touching myself it felt so sexy, and so right.  I could never be like that with anyone else, I know I couldn’t. 

I’ve been looking at some of those web sites again, you know the ones I mean!  I get so turned on when I look at those pictures, and I want to be the women in them, but only if you will be the man!  I want you to teach me everything, Steve, and I want to make you happy.  I’d do anything for you, my darling, you know I would. 

Shall I tell you a secret?  Of course I will, I keep nothing from you, my lover, nothing at all.  Last night, after you’d gone, I went back to the computer and looked at the pictures of women and girls being spanked again.  They seemed even sexier after you had spanked me, and I got so turned on.  I took off my knickers and opened my legs really wide.  And I imagined that you were there watching me, Steve, and telling me it was ok.  And then I started to play with my pussy.  I was remembering how it felt when I was across your lap, and you were stroking my bum, and then you spanked me.  In no time at all my pussy was hot and wet, and I stroked my clit remembering how it had felt, and imagining how it would be if you were to do the things in the pictures.  And I came really powerfully.  Honestly, I was making so much noise it’s a wonder no one came in to see what was going on!

I had to do it again this morning too, my darling.  I woke up thinking about you, and of your lovely body, and how you make me feel.  I pulled off my knickers and nightie and just lay back in my bed and did it until I came.  Am I being too naughty my love?  Do I need to be punished? Oh I hope so!

I had a day off college today, so I just stayed at home and thought about you.  And then I had an idea.  I want you to think of me as much as I think of you, and so I put together a few reminders.  I’ve attached them to this e-mail.  I hope you like them, my love.

Please come to me again soon.  I want you so much all the time.  I don’t want to be a tease, my darling, but when you come to me again I have a surprise for you!

Love you lots.

Hannah.

I clicked on each of the four attachments in turn.  The first was a photo of Hannah dressed in her usual loose fitting T-shirt and jeans.  She was pouting at the camera, trying to be seductive.  I grinned.  The second had been taken with the aid of a full-length mirror.  Hannah wore only a pair of small black knickers and had her arm across her tits.  The third had her looking over her shoulder and presenting her arse towards the camera.  In the final one she had dropped her knickers to expose her shapely arse.  As I was admiring the view, Richard came into the room.

“Hey mate, what you looking at?”   He asked cheerfully.

I was sorely tempted to show him, just to see his reaction, but I decided to save that pleasure for another time.  “Oh, nothing important.  How’s things with you?”  I said as I close the e-mail down.

“Good; really good.  I decided to have another go with Helen.  She’s getting into it alright, really likes a bit of cock does that one!”  He chuckled.

“Well don’t let me keep you.” I grinned back.

Moments later he had taken Helen by the hand and was marching up the stairs.  Helen looked somehow pleased, and I made a mental note to explore her mind later on.  As Helen and Richard made their way to the bedroom I glanced across at Sally, who was almost beside herself with jealous rage.  As she turned and marched towards me I called her over to me.

“How do you feel Sal?”

“Bloody awful!” She whined,  “Ever since he started going with Helen he hasn’t even looked at me.”

“And that bothers you?  I thought you didn’t like him?”

“I don’t.  I mean, I didn’t.  But it was so exciting when he came over every evening or at weekends, knowing that I had to be ready for him, that I had to please him, do whatever he wanted, and more.”

“You miss that excitement?”

“Yes.” She said, almost sobbing.

“And you miss the humiliation, don’t you?”

“Yes. I never, ever thought I would, but I do.  I miss that feeling as the shame washed over me, knowing what an awful slut I was being, but being thrilled by it at the same time.  Now he only wants to do it with Helen.  Doesn’t want to touch me.”  She hung her head dejectedly.

“Maybe you should speak to him?  Tell him how you feel?”

“I couldn’t do that.” She gasped.

“Why not?”

“What, tell him that I miss being his plaything, that I want him to use me like a toy for his amusement? God, I’d die of shame!”

“Of course you would, but wouldn’t you enjoy that too?” I suggested.

She looked stunned, unable to take in the magnitude of what I had suggested.  “You mean I’d enjoy begging him? That’s what you mean, isn't it?”

“Yes.  Think of the shame of it, Sal.  Of admitting to Richard that you miss his use of you, that you’re jealous of your own daughter, that you want him to use you again. That would turn you on, wouldn’t it?”

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she became excited at the prospect. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even know how I’d start to say anything like that.  Oh I’d feel like such a stupid slut.  What if he laughed at me?  What if he said he only wanted to have Helen now?”  She was working herself into a panic, but I could see that she was fascinated and aroused by the idea. 

“He might do those things, yes, but he might want you to do even more shocking things to amuse him.” I suggested.

“Even more shocking?”  She gasped, “Like what?”

“I don’t know, it could be anything.” I grinned, knowing full well how things would go.

“Oh God, what could be more shocking than the things I’ve done already?”  She asked in wonder.

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask him.  It’s up to you, of course Sal, but do you really want to be down here all the time from now on, knowing that he’s up there with Helen?”

She flushed with colour.  “I, er, I’ll have to think about it.” She stammered, then scurried away.

I sat back and grinned to myself, waiting for Richard to finish with Helen, waiting for the next scene.  Helen had obviously excelled that evening, as Richard left her room just a few minutes later.  He grinned to me as he made his way to the door, only to be met by Sally.

She was pale and fidgety, trying to smile warmly at him.  “Er, Richard, I wondered if I could speak to you.” She said softly.

“Look, if you’re going to do another ‘please don’t use my little girl’ speech, forget it.  She’s really getting into it now.  Just told me she’d suck me off any time if I want her to!”  He chuckled with pleasure at the memory.

Sally gaped at him in shock, “Oh no, Richard, it’s nothing like that, I promise.” She said at once.

“OK then, what is it?”  He said casually.

“Well I was wondering if you and me, er, I mean, if you’d like to, er, that is, will you …”

“Will I be giving you a length any time soon?” He offered.

Sally blushed, “Well, er, yes, I suppose so.”

“Why? Are you missing me?” He laughed.  When Sally didn’t respond he laughed again, “You are, aren’t you?  You’re missing me! Bugger me!”

“Richard please, I only wondered …”

“Are you missing having my cock up your arse?  Do you miss playing with your pussy for me?” He teased, “Come on then, tell me.”

“I just want to make you happy, Richard.  I was wondering if I’d done something to upset you, that’s all.”  She said defensively.

“Oh no, I’m quite happy, thank you!” He giggled, “With a hot little thing to play with like Helen, who wouldn’t be?”  He started for the door.

“Richard wait!” She begged, “You’re right.  I do miss you.  I miss all the fun we used to have.  I miss pleasing you.”

“And you miss having my cock stuck up you, right?”

She nodded.

He grinned then reached out to cup one of her tits.  She gasped at the touch, then closed her eyes with pleasure.  “Well, well, well.” He chuckled, “I never would have thought it.  I thought that you’d be relieved not to have to behave like that, Sally.  I thought you’d be glad I was leaving you alone.”

“Oh no Richard, I promise you.”  She sighed.

“And you’re all randy because I haven’t been giving you any, is that it?”

Her nipples were standing proud, clearly visible through the fabric of her T-shirt.  “Mmmmm, yes!” She said huskily.

“Would you like to have some now, to take the itch away?” He offered.

She blushed deeply, “Oh yes please Richard.” She sighed.

He stepped closer to her and lowered his voice.  He began to caress both tits, circling her stiff nipples with his thumbnails.  “I tell you what I’m going to do for you then, Sally, to let you scratch that itch.” He laughed softly.

She sighed with pleasure and expectation.  “Yes?”

“Well, I’ve had enough for tonight, Helen’s seen to that, but I’ll send my boy over with orders to give you a good seeing to.  How’s that?”  He smiled at her.

Sally looked appalled.  “Your boy?” She asked, incredulously, “You mean Edward?” He grinned at her, confirming her fears.  She stepped back from him, her face white with shock.  “Richard, you can’t be serious? I can’t do it with Edward, he’s just a boy.  Richard please, no!”

“Well, it’s up to you, Sally, but you did say you wanted to please me.  And you said you need a bit of cock inside you, to scratch that itch.  Now if you’re saying that my boy isn’t good enough, well ok, but don’t expect me to be pleased about that.” He looked at her questioningly.

“I wasn’t saying Edward isn’t good enough.” She said hastily, “But he’s only a boy, Richard.”

“He’s my boy, so he’s more of a man than most men will ever be.” He said proudly, “Still, if you don’t want to be nice, that’s up to you.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be nice, Richard, I promise.” She whined.

He stepped closer to her, backing her into a corner literally as well as figuratively.  He stroked her belly, then slipped his hand between her thighs.  “There is something else for you to consider.” He murmured.

“Yes?” She said, breathlessly.

He ran his thumbnail along the seam of her jeans, sending vibrations through to her pussy, “Yes.  If you do this for me, if you show my boy the same kind of good time you’ve shown me, well I might be interested in having some more fun with you myself.”  She looked up at him, trying to make sense of his proposition.  He smiled at her confidently.

“Truly?” She asked with a sigh.

“I’ll think about it.”  He grinned.  She hesitated for a second, the agony of her position clear on her face, then she slowly nodded and lowered her head.  “Good girl. Now you go and get yourself ready, and I’ll go and find him and send him over. Remember, I want him to get the same sort of treatment you’ve given me, got that?”

“Yes Richard.” She whispered.

He left rubbing his hands together happily.  As soon as he had left I put Sally under.

“Sally, you’re very, very randy at the moment, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t had any good sex in such a long time, have you?”

“No.”

“No.  All those nights alone in your bed, with just your fingers and vibrator to keep you going.  You must be desperate for some real sex?”

She heaved a sigh, “Yes!” She breathed.

“And now you’re going to get some, aren’t you?  Young Edward will be over here soon, and you’ll finally get some relief, isn’t that right?”

She bit her bottom lip, “Yes.”

“Imagine how shameful you’ll feel, Sally.  Giving yourself to a fifteen-year-old boy.  Does that turn you on?”

She shuddered, “Yes.”

“Of course it does, because you like to feel ashamed, don’t you?  You love it when you’re made to do things like that.  And you’re going to enjoy every agonising moment of this, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to make sure Edward enjoys it too, aren’t you?  Because if you don’t then Richard won’t want to play with you at all, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“When I wake you, you will feel incredibly aroused, and you’ll be desperate to please Edward so that you please Richard, understand?”

“Yes.”

I told her to count herself awake, then sat back and waited.  Edward arrived just a few minutes later, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.  Sally opened the front door to him, then blushed deeply.

“My dad said I was to come over here.  He said you were going to give me a good time, is that right?”  Edward asked confidently.

Sally gasped with shame, then said, “Why don’t you come in and we can talk about it.”

“Talk?  Who wants to fucking talk?  I came over here for a shag.  Am I going to get one, then?”  He sneered.

“Edward, please come inside.” Sally urged, peering over his shoulder to make sure no one could hear their exchange.

He grinned smugly, then stepped inside.  She closed the door quickly, then took a deep breath.  “Would you like to come to my room?” She asked nervously.

“You mean your bedroom?  Sure, why not?” He grinned.

She took his hand and began to slowly lead him up the stairs.  As they reached the top Helen came out of her room.  She stopped and stared in horror at the sight of her mother leading Edward by the hand in the direction of her bedroom.

“Mum? What’s going on?” She demanded.

“Helen go downstairs.” Sally snapped.

Helen flushed with anger. “No. I want to know what he’s doing here.”

“Helen go downstairs at once, this is nothing to do with you.” Sally shouted.

“Fine!” She snapped, then stormed past them both, giving Edward a particularly foul look.

Sally coughed nervously, then said, “I’m sorry about that, Edward.”  She looked away from him as she spoke, then lead him to the bedroom.  Once inside she closed the door firmly behind them, then turned to face him. 

He looked at her lecherously, his eyes lingering on her firm tits, the nipples still visible beneath her T-shirt, before roving down her body and coming to rest on her crotch,  “You going to show me what you’ve got then, Sally?” He giggled.

She sighed heavily, then reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth movement.  She quickly unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, then let her hands fall, exposing her tits to his hungry eyes.  He stepped forward and reached out his hands.  He cupped and stroked her globes, a stupid grin on his face.  She gasped and sighed as she surrendered to him, closing her eyes as her pleasure grew.

“These are nice!” He chuckled, “Not as big as Donna’s, but still nice.  You’ve got bigger nipples than her.  I’ve sort of seen your tits before, when you’ve been out in the garden and flashing them to dad.  Show me the rest then.” He said casually.

With another heavy sigh she opened her jeans and wriggled her hips as she pushed them down.  She stepped out of them and stood before him briefly in just her white cotton knickers before she hooked her thumbs into them and pushed them down.  Her arms hung loosely at her side.  His eyes fell at once to her pussy.  “How come you’ve got no hair on it?” He demanded.

“I shave it.”  She said with a cough.

“Cool!” He said with delight, “Turn around.”   She turned slowly ‘round, displaying her entire body for his pleasure.  “Nice!  Very nice!  I can see why my old man spends so much time here!  So what are you going to do for me then, Sally?”

“Whatever you want Edward.”  She answered meekly.

“Well how about you kneel down in front of me, open my trousers and suck my cock for a bit?” He smiled.

She dropped to her knees at once and began to expertly open his trousers.  In moments she had brought his cock out and leaned forward towards it.  She gently licked his glans, running the tip of her tongue across the hole, then she ran her tongue along its’ entire length before taking the head into her mouth.  She sucked and licked with growing enthusiasm, then pushed his trousers down and cupped and stroked his balls.  He grunted with pleasure.  She took hold of his shaft firmly, stroking it as she sucked, then looked up at him.

“Is this ok, Edward?” She asked sweetly.

“Not bad at all.” He grinned, “What’s next?”

She pushed his trousers and underwear down to his ankles and held them while he stepped out of them.  Then she stood and lifted hit T-shirt, removing it.  She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his body, then she began to kiss and lick his neck, pressing her tits into his chest.  He grunted once more, then put his arms ‘round her and began to grope her arse.

She gently pushed him backwards until he fell onto the bed, then she straddled him, letting his stiff cock rest against her slit.  She reached down to position him, then started to sink down onto his shaft.  She sighed with pleasure as she felt him slipping inside her, then began to caress his chest.  As she sank deeper and deeper she began to fuck him, grinding her hips down onto his.  He reached up and groped her tits, pinching the nipples gently. 

When she sighed with pleasure at his touch he laughed.  “Dad said you were a hot bitch.  I thought he was joking!”

She ground her hips, forcing his cock deep into her pussy.  She gasped and moaned with pleasure.  As he lay back and watched she cupped and stroked her tits, teasing her nipples, then she reached behind her and stroked his balls.

He groaned, then said, “Do it faster.”

She whimpered, then began to thrust her hips back and forth going faster and faster.

“Faster!” He yelled, “Come on, do it faster!”

She began to writhe around on his cock, thrusting her hips frantically, whining and moaning continually.  He looked up at her and grinned, watching her tits jiggle.  “Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled.

She closed her eyes as a shudder of pleasure ran through her. “Oh God yes!” She gasped, “Oh Edward yes! Yes! Oh dear God, I’m coming!”

As she paused, waiting for her climax to begin, he grabbed hold of her hips and began to pull them back and forth.  She moaned with pleasure, then began to climax, gasping and moaning as he pulled her down onto his cock.  Moments later he groaned and began to shoot up inside her. 

She fell forward, resting her hands on the bed, her entire body heaving with each breath, his cock still deep inside her.  Edward grinned with satisfaction.

“Was that good for you, Edward?” She asked, “I mean, did you like that?”

“Sure, it was ok.” He said casually.  “You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

She flushed once more.  “Your dad always likes it when I come for him.” She said shamefully, “I thought you’d like that too.”

He stretched out a hand, began to play with her tits. “Oh sure, I liked it when you came.” He grinned, “I like watching a woman come while she bounces up and down on my dick!”

She tried unconvincingly to smile back, “Just as long as you enjoyed yourself.”  She repeated.

“Sure thing.”

“And you’ll tell your dad that you enjoyed it, won’t you?” She asked cautiously.

“Well, it was ok.  I mean, you’ve got a nice body, Sally, nice tits and a nice arse, but it wasn’t special, was it?  I mean there wasn’t anything I haven’t had before, was there?”

She looked crestfallen.  “But I thought you’d enjoyed it?” She cried, “I thought I’d made you happy.”

“Like I said, it was ok.” He grinned.

“Just ok? Is that all it was?”

“Well, yes!” He was clearly enjoying himself.

“But, I mean, er, what else would you like me to do?” She pleaded.

“Well it was good when you sucked my cock, but it would have been better if you’d played with yourself when you did it, and told me how much you like it.”

“I see.”

“You could have another go now, if you like, see if you’re any better at it.” He offered.

“You mean you want me to do that now?” She stammered.

“Only if you want to. I mean, if you want to please me, that’s how you could start.”

She eased herself up off his cock, which flopped over half-erect, then she leaned over and kissed it, before starting to suck it again.  As his cock started to swell once more she slipped her hand between her legs and began to stroke her clit.

“That’s nice, but I can’t see you playing with yourself.” He demanded.

She changed position at once, kneeling to present her arse to him, then spreading her thighs wide.  She thrust her hand between her legs and resumed sucking on his cock.  After a couple of minutes she was gasping and groaning once more as she teased her clit.

“That’s better!” He chuckled, “You enjoying this?”

“Oh Jesus, yes!” She breathed, “Oh I love sucking your cock.  It’s so big, and hard and it’s throbbing. Oh God!” She shuddered.

“Carry on.” He demanded.

She slipped two fingers inside her pussy, then groaned with shame and pleasure.  “Oh I loved the feeling of your cock up inside me.  And then when you came in me, and I felt you shooting your hot jism deep into me. Ohhhhhh God!”

He reached out and ran his hand across her arse, then he pushed his finger between her cheeks and found her tight hole.  She shuddered and groaned.  He sniggered loudly, then started to push his finger into her bowels.

She gasped loudly, “Oh God!” And another shudder ran through her body.  She sucked urgently on his cock, began to finger fuck herself with increasing speed.

“Shit! You really do like this, don’t you?” He laughed.  “What do you like most, my cock in your mouth or my finger up your arse?”

She groaned again,  “Oh I like it all, I like it all.” She gasped.

“You really like my finger up your arse?  Fuck me!” He giggled, “You’ll be telling me you want my cock up there next!”  She let out a long, low moan.  Edward’s face showed his surprise.  “Fucking hell, you do!” He yelled, “You really do want my cock up your arse, don’t you?”

“You can do that if you want to, Edward, you can do whatever you want if it’ll make you happy.” She answered with a sigh.

“Does dad fuck you up the arse?”

“Yes.”

“And does that make you come?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s do it then!” He laughed.

She lifted her head from his cock, then rolled over on the bed towards the bedside cabinet.  She found the bottle of baby oil and began to smear it along his shaft, then she poured some on her fingers and began to work it into her puckered hole.  Edward watched in fascination, then swallowed nervously as she presented her arse to him and said, “I’m ready Edward.”

He knelt behind her and placed his cock against her hole.  She groaned, then looked over her shoulder at him.  “That’s right, Edward, push it in.  Come on, it’ll be ok, just push it in there.” She coaxed.

He took a deep breath, then began to enter her.  As her sphincter gripped his shaft he groaned and muttered, “Jesus fucking Christ!”  She reached behind her and pulled her cheeks apart, then pushed her hips back onto his cock.  He took hold of her hips and pulled back, easing his cock into her slowly.  As he pushed in the final inch she started to gasp and moan.

“Oh God! Oh Jesus, yes! Oh I’m going to come. Oh can I come please Edward? Please?”

“Oh yes, you can come! Do it for me now.” He grunted.

“Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss!” She screamed as her climax hit.

He laughed with delight as she climaxed beneath him, then started to drive his cock into her frantically.  Her entire body was shaking from the constant pounding.  Her tits jiggled and swayed.  She rested her weight on her elbows and pushed her hips back at him, her eyes glazed, her jaw slack and open.  After a couple of minutes he groaned, “Oh fucking hell!” And started to come inside her.  As she felt his first spurts she let out a wail and cried, “Oh Christ, I’m coming again!”

He gripped her hips tightly, holding her to him as he emptied his balls into her, then he sighed with pleasure and pulled out of her.  He fell back onto the bed and sighed again.  “Now that was good!” He grinned.

Sally brushed her hair back off her face, then got slowly from the bed.  She sank down in a chair, too shaken to speak.  For seconds they both said nothing, the room quiet except for the sound of them both gasping and panting for breath.

“Shit, I never did that before!” He chuckled.

“You liked it?” She said at once, “It made you happy?”

“Oh yes!” He beamed.

“And you’ll tell your dad that?”  She said, a note of urgency in her voice.

“Why are you bothered what I tell dad?” He asked with a smile.

“It’s important to me.  It’s important that you tell him that you had a good time, that I made you happy.  You will tell him, won’t you Edward?”  She sounded desperate.

“Sure, I’ll tell him. But you’ve got to let me do that again, right.  You promise I can do that whenever I want, and I’ll tell him you were fucking fantastic!”

“Yes, alright, whatever you want!” She cried.

He laughed, then got off the bed and started to dress.  “I’ll be off then.” He smiled at her, “And don’t worry, I’ll tell dad you were really good and I had a really good time, ok?”

“Thank you.”  She said simply.

The house resounded to the sound of his footsteps as he bounded down the stairs, then the front door slammed shut.  Seconds later came the sound of footsteps running up the stairs. Helen and Sandra burst into the bedroom without knocking as Sally was pulling on her bathrobe.

“Mum!” Helen shrieked, “What have you done?  Tell me you didn’t do it with him?” She pleaded.  When Sally didn’t answer she stared at her mother aghast, “You did, didn’t you?  You did it with him, with Edward?  Oh God mum, how could you do that?  He’s in my class at school, mum, and now he’ll tell all his horrible mates, and they’ll all know, and they’ll make my life a misery. Oh God, how could you?”  She cried.

Sandra looked at them both, eyes glittering with excitement.  “I want to hear what you’ve both been doing.” She demanded.  “I want you both to tell me right now.”

Sally groaned, but Helen turned a furious face to her sister, “Mind your own bloody business for once.” She yelled.

“No, I won’t, and anyway, it is my business.  If you’re going to get teased at school because of this, then so am I, and I want to know.  And just for being annoying, you can go first.” She smiled sarcastically at her sister.

“Oh God, alright.” Helen sighed, “Richard came over and took me to my bedroom, and I undressed and he did it to me again, satisfied?”

“No.  Tell me more, tell me everything.”

“Like what?”

“Did you suck his cock?” Sandra asked with a giggle.

“Yes.”

“Did he come in your mouth?”

“No.”

“So he came in your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want him to come in your mouth?”

Helen blushed, “I might have done.  I told him he could if he wanted to.”

“You like it when a cock comes in your mouth, don’t you?” She teased.

“So do you!  You love it when Steve comes in your mouth, you never stop going on about it.”

Sandra giggled again, “I know, but it’s just so lovely and hot and salty and nice!”

Helen and Sandra looked at once another for a moment, then both laughed.  “So what happened with you then mum?” Sandra asked, “Why did you want to do it with Edward?”

“I didn’t, not at first.” She sighed.  She sank down on the bed and began to relate how she had approached Richard, and how he had urged her to take Edward to bed as a way of pleasing him.  The girls listened in silence as Sally recounted all that had happened. 

When she finished there was a moment of silence before Helen said, “You do realise that when he tells all his mates what he did to you we’ll never hear the end of it?  We’ll be the joke of the school by tomorrow.” 

I spoke up for the first time.  “I’ll have a word with him, ask him not to say anything.” I said.

All three of them looked at me in amazement, “Do you think he’ll listen to you?” Sally asked, the doubt in her voice obvious.

“Oh, he’ll listen, don’t worry.  I’ll go and see him now.”

They all issued a collective sigh of relief.  I left the room and made my way next door.  As I entered the house through the back door I could see Edward on the phone.  He looked up at me and grinned, then spoke into the handset.  “Hello? Yeah is Carl there please? It’s Edward, tell him I’ve got something amazing to tell him, I need to speak to him right away.”

He glanced at me and I drew my finger across my throat and pointed at the phone. A moment later and he spoke again, “Yeah, hi mate, hey, listen, I’ll have to see you at school tomorrow.  Yeah, I know, but it’ll keep.  Sorry mate, got to go.”  He put down the phone.

Seconds later I had put him under and given him strict instructions that under no circumstances would he tell anyone about what he had done with Sally.  Naturally, he absorbed the instructions instantly.  I sent him off to his room and went to see Hannah.

She almost leapt into my arms, kissing me repeatedly in feverish excitement.  “Oh my darling, oh I’m so pleased you’re here.  Did you get my e-mail? “

“Oh yes, I got it alright!” I grinned.

“Was it ok, I mean to send you that, and the, er, pictures?” She looked at me shyly.

“The pictures were great.  Are you going to take any more?”

“I will if you want me to.” She said at once, “I didn’t know if you’d like them or not.”

“I liked them a lot.” I grinned.

“Then I’ll do some more.  I’ll do them tonight, I promise.” She said, her excitement growing.

“What’s this surprise then?”

She blushed deeply.  “Right, you’ve got to sit down on my bed, and close your eyes.” She giggled.  I did as she asked.  There was a rustle of clothing as she whirled around the room.  Then a moment of silence.   “I hope you like it Steve.  Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

I opened my eyes to see her standing right in front of me, stark naked.  Her neat blonde bush had been completely removed.  I was staring at her naked slit.  I smiled to myself at how easy it had become to manipulate her.

She misunderstood my silence. She fell to her knees in front of me, clutching my hands and crying, “You don’t like it. You think it’s too slutty, don’t you? I’m sorry Steve, I’ll let it grow back and I’ll never do anything like that again without asking you, I promise I won’t …”

“I think it’s lovely!” I smiled.

“What? Say that again. You like it? Oh but I thought when you didn’t say anything that you didn’t like it.” She gasped with relief.

“You didn’t give me a chance to say anything!” I laughed, “Now stand up and let me have another look.”

She stood at once, pushing her hips towards me.  I stroked the back of my hand against her shaven mound.  Her skin was blissfully smooth and warm, her pussy lips delicate and neat.  “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen!” I chuckled.

She turned the most delicious shade of pink from her hairline to the tops of her tits.  “You really like it?  You’re not just saying that to be kind to me?  honestly, Steve?”

I slipped my hand between her thighs, tracing the line of her slit with my fingertip.  “I really like it, honestly.  How does it feel?”

“Unbelievably sexy!” She gasped. “I did it this afternoon, when everyone was out.  It took me ages because I was so careful.  I didn’t want to cut myself!  I got my make-up mirror, and put it on the floor, then I knelt over it to make sure I got all of the hair off.”  She giggled.  “When I’d finished, I had a look in the mirror, and I was amazed!  I looked like a little girl again, but I didn't feel like one!  Oh I got so turned on I just opened my legs and played with myself while I watched myself in the mirror.  Isn’t that naughty?” Another giggle. “I came really quickly, but shall I tell you the truth, Steve?”

“Go on.”

“Well what turned me on the most was imagining you there watching me while I did it to myself!  And then after that, I got the idea to do some photos, but I didn’t want to send you a picture of my pussy, in case you didn’t like it.” 

I was still running my finger along her slit.  As she related how she had shaved her pussy and then fingered herself to climax I felt her becoming wet.  I slipped my finger between her lips and pushed it towards her hot hole. She sighed with pleasure and pushed her hips further even more, until my finger slid slowly inside her.

“Ohhhh wow! That feels nice!” She sighed, looking down at me with a contented smile on her face.

“Are you getting used to not wearing a bra?” I asked.

“Mmmm! Yes.” She sighed, “It felt strange at first, but I’m getting used to it now.”

“What about the boys at college, have they noticed, do you think?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” She sighed again, “I only care about what you think Steve.”

“What have you been looking at on your computer today?”

She smiled shyly, “More pictures of girls being spanked by big, strong men like you!”

“And you like those?”

“Mmmmm! Yes!”  She giggled, “It makes me feel really sexy when I look at things like that.”

“And you imagine being spanked?”

“Oh yes!  Every time!”  She began to rock her hips back and forth, fucking herself on my finger. “Steve?  There’s lots of pictures of schoolgirls being spanked.  Do you like to look at things like that?”

“Sure, they’re nice.” I grinned.

“Would you like me to wear a school uniform?  I’ve still got mine from last year.”

“That would be nice.  Maybe you could send me some photos?”

She groaned, “Oh yes! Oh I will Steve, I promise.” She paused for a moment, “Steve?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to spank me again?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Oh God, yes! Oh yes please!” She sighed.

“Well then perhaps you should bend over that chair?” I suggested.  She immediately did as I asked, thrusting her shapely arse up at me and wriggling her hips.  “And while I’m spanking you, why don’t you play with yourself, see if you like that?”

She licked her lips, then pushed her hand between her thighs and began to stroke her pussy lips.  I began to slap her pretty arse, hitting each cheek in turn.  She gasped and sighed with each blow, her fingers busily tickling her clit.  After the fist few slaps she spread her thighs wide.  I could see how wet she had become.  She began to knead each tit in turn, then pinched and pulled on her nipples.  Soon she whimpering and moaning, her breathing heavy.

Within a few moments her cheeks were a rosy pink colour and she was rubbing her clit urgently.  “Enjoying yourself?” I grinned.

“Oh yes!” She panted, “Oh my God yes!  Oh it’s just fantastic!  Oh I’m so close now.”  She was pinching and pulling on her nipples, stretching each one in turn, twisting them, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.

I stood behind her and dropped my trousers.  She glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes fell to my stiff cock.  “Oh God yes!” She breathed, the reached behind her with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart.  I placed my cock against her lips, then slid slowly into her.  She held her breath as I started to inch into her.  When was in up to the hilt she let her breath escape in a sibilant hiss.  “Oh sshhhhiiiiiittttttttttttttttt! Oh that feels so good!”  She groaned.

I reached ‘round her and cupped her tits.  Her hands closed on mine at once and she squeezed my hands into her firm flesh.  I pinched her nipples hard, pulling them until her tits were stretched painfully.  To my delight, the grabbed my hands and pulled them even further, then let out a series of high pitched yelps.  “Oh yes. Oh Steve! Oh God this is so good. Oh yes! Yes!”

I let go of one of her tits and thrust my hand between her legs.  I found her clit and pinched it hard.  She grabbed my hand and groaned, then began to buck her hips wildly.

“Oh my God Steve, I’m coming. Oh I’m coming!  Oh yes. Yes! Ahhhhhhhhhh!”  Her body shook violently as she climaxed. She pressed her hands over mine, squeezing her clit and pinching her nipple, stretching her tit.  As she came down from her orgasm I let go of her clit and her nipple.  As she recovered her breath a series of shudders ran through her body and she sighed with each one.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Oh yes. Mmmmm!”  Finally she heaved a sigh of pleasure and collapsed over the chair.  “Oh my God!” She gasped, “Oh Steve that was amazing!”  I stepped back, slipping my cock from her pussy, and she sighed again.

“You’re sure you’re ok?  I didn’t hurt you?” I smiled.

“No! Oh God no, it was fantastic!”  She said excitedly, “God, I had no idea it could be that good. God, it was mind blowing!” 

“You like the pain?”

“It doesn’t feel like pain when it’s happening.”  She paused for a moment, trying to sort out what she meant.  “It’s almost like the pain makes the pleasure more, er, well er, pleasurable, I suppose!”  She giggled with embarrassment.

“Maybe we could try some different ways to increase your pleasure?” I suggested.

Her eyes widened, “Oooh, I’d like that!” She grinned, “What sort of things could we do?”

“Well, why don’t you carry on looking on the internet, and maybe find some stories rather than just pictures?  Then if something fires your imagination we could try it out.”

“I will.” She said at once, “I’ll start looking tonight!”  She glanced down at my cock, still stiff and throbbing.  “You didn't come yet, did you?” She said seductively.  I shook my head and grinned.  “Would you like me to suck you off, or do you want me to do anything else?” She smiled shyly.

I lay back on the bed, “Why don’t you use your imagination?” I smiled.

She knelt on the bed and immediately began to lick my shaft.  She cupped and stroked my balls, then took my glans into her warm mouth.  Soon she was sucking eagerly, her fingers stroking my balls whilst her other hand was wrapped around my cock and pumping it urgently.  She sucked hard, her tongue writhing across my glans.  I sighed with pleasure and started thrusting my hips, fucking her mouth.  Within moments I felt myself coming.  I groaned and started to shoot my load into her welcoming mouth.  She moaned with pleasure and began drinking down my jism hungrily. As I subsided she ran her finger from the base of my cock towards the head, squeezing out the last drops of jism, which she swallowed.  As my cock began to soften she leaned forward and kissed the tip, then looked at me lovingly.

“Did I do it right, Steve?  Was it ok?”  She asked.

“It was great!” I smiled, “But now I have to go.  I’ll come and see you soon, but keep sending me e-mails, yes?”

“Oh I will, Steve, I promise.  I’ll do one tonight.”  She said brightly.

On my way out I caught up with Donna.  “Had fun today?” I asked.  She blushed deeply once more.   “Don’t tell me you’ve been at it with Edward again?” I said incredulously.

“I’m sorry Steve, I can’t help it.”  She whispered.  “I can’t seem to say no to him.”

“Well you know what this means, don’t you?” I asked gravely.

She nodded her head, “You’re going to have to punish me again.” She said sadly.  “You’re not going to make me do it to you like that again, are you?”  She said hastily, “Please don’t make me do that again Steve, I’ll do anything else you want, honestly I will.”

“I know you will, Donna, because other wise I go to Richard, isn’t that right?”  She nodded again.  “But you needn’t worry, I’m not going to stick my cock up your arse tonight.”

“You’re not?” She heaved a sigh of relief, “Oh thank you Steve!”

“No, I’m too busy for that.  So here’s what you’re going to do.  I want you to go to the kitchen and find me a carrot. It should be a fairly big one, about the thickness of my cock.  Now go and get it.”

She looked confused and bewildered, “Yes Steve.”  She said meekly, and scurried away.  She returned a few minutes later, clutching a large carrot.

“Will this do Steve?  It’s about the biggest one I have.”

“Fine.” I smiled at her, “Now drop your jeans and knickers and bend over.”

She stared at me with a look of horror on her face, unable to put words to her fears.  She put the carrot down, then quickly pushed her jeans and knickers down to her knees.  She bent slowly, then looked at me for instructions.

“I want you to put that carrot up your arse.”  I said quietly.

“What?” She hissed, “Steve, I can’t do that!  Please don’t make me do that Steve, please, I’m begging you.”

“Get on with it.” I snapped.

She began to cry softly, “I really am sorry Steve.  Please don’t make me do this, please, please.”

“I’m waiting.” I said sternly.

“Oh Christ!” She moaned, then picked up the carrot and positioned it against her back door.  She grunted and moaned as she began to inch it into her, closing her eyes in misery and biting her bottom lip.  Little by little the bright orange carrot slowly disappeared inside her arse until there was only about an inch visible.

“Stop there.” I ordered.  She whimpered softly.  I stepped forward and brushed her hand away, then took hold of the carrot.  I pulled it slowly back, feeling her sphincter pushing it gratefully out, then pushed it back in again, smiling to myself at her renewed moans.  I fucked her arse for a minute or two, then stepped back and admired the view.  She looked so comical, with her jeans and knickers bunched around her knees and the orange of the carrot sticking out from her arse, that I couldn’t help myself and let out a loud laugh.

“What’s so bloody funny?” She snapped.

I slapped her arse hard and she yelped with pain and surprise,  “Don’t you take that tone with me, understand?” I barked.

“Yes, Steve, I’m sorry Steve.”  She said contritely.

“OK Donna, you can pull your knickers and jeans up now.” I said cheerfully.  She sighed with relief and reached behind her to grab the carrot.  “No, you have to leave that where it is.  You have to keep it there for at least an hour, understand?”

She groaned with misery, then nodded her head.  She stood up gingerly, then slowly pulled her knickers back up.  Her jeans followed, as she wriggled her hips pulling them into place she winced.

“What’s the matter, isn’t it comfortable?” I chuckled.

“You know it isn’t.” She whined.  “Why are you doing this to me Steve?  Why can’t you punish me some other way?”

“Because I choose to do it this way.  Now remember, you’ve got to keep that there for at least an hour.  If you take it out before then, I’ll find something bigger to put in there, understand?”

“Yes Steve.”  She said quietly, wiping her eyes with the back of each hand.

As I left the house I passed Richard who was returning from his workshop.  He grinned to me, and I smiled happily back, amused at what he would do if he was conscious of what I’d just done to his wife and daughter.

The following evening after our evening meal a tension developed between Sally and Helen.  Sandra had gone to her room to do homework, and the two of them fidgeted nervously, obviously wondering which one of them Richard would want.  I waited until Helen left the room, then followed her and put her under.

“Do you like being with Richard?”

“Yes.  I’d much rather be with you, Steve, but Richard does nice things to me too.”

“So you like having to be nice to him now?”

“Yes.  He makes me feel nice.  He plays with my pussy, and then I get to suck his cock.  I like sucking cock.” She said openly.

I grinned to myself.  I hadn’t realised just how developed her libido had become.  Without any moral restraints, and with the built in excuse that she had to please Richard, she had developed a liking for all things sexual.  I made a mental note to explore this at a later date, then woke her up and sent her on her way.

A short time later Richard appeared, grinning smugly as the two of them eagerly awaited his decision.  “Well now, who’s going to be the lucky girl tonight then?” He laughed.  They both blushed simultaneously, then glanced at each other.  Richard paused for a moment, thoroughly enjoying himself, then said, “Helen, go to your room, I want a word with Sally.”

Still uncertain as to his intentions, she left the room and went slowly upstairs.  Richard turned to Sally, who stared at him with glittering eyes.  “You and me are going out tonight.” He announced.

Her face lit up with excitement, “Oh wow!  Where are we going, Richard?”

“Never mind where we’re going, just go and get ready.  Here’s what I want you to wear.  Black stockings and suspenders, no knickers, no bra.  Wear a skirt and a sweater, got that?”

“Yes Richard, but can’t you tell me where we’re going?” She pleaded.

“Do you want to please me, or would you rather I had some fun with Helen instead?” He asked, pointedly.

“No, er I mean yes, er, I’m sorry Richard, I’ll get ready at once, sorry.”  Thoroughly flustered she ran upstairs.

Richard called after her, “When you’re ready wait in your room, I’ll come and get you.”

“Yes Richard.”

He grinned to himself, then made his way up the stairs slowly.  I followed, looking forward to what was to come.  He went straight to Helen’s room and opened the door without knocking.  She stood up at once as he went in, smiling at him.

“I gave you some money to buy some new knickers.” he reminded her, “Have you got them yet?”

“Yes sir, do you want to see them?” She answered.

“You got some on now?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then let’s have a look.” He smiled at her.

She blushed, then lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of bright pink knickers festooned with sliver stars.

“Very nice!  They’re much more interesting than those plain old white ones, aren’t they?” He beamed.

“Yes sir.” She giggled.  “I got some others too, would you like to see them as well sir?”

“Go ahead.”

She went straight to her underwear drawer and pulled out several brightly coloured pairs.  She held up a pair of pale blue knickers with a picture of lips printed on the front and the legend ‘kiss me’.  “There’s these ones sir, and then there’s these.”  She held up another pair, deep blue with a smiley face on the front and back in bright yellow.

“Very good. Very good indeed.  Let me see those ‘kiss me’ ones on you.” He ordered.

She immediately pushed her pink ones down and stepped out of them, then she pulled on the pale blue ones.  She lifted her skirt high once more and displayed herself for him.   He looked at her and chuckled, “Nice.  I like those.” She looked delighted.  Richard bent over and picked up the discarded pink pair and sniffed them.  Helen blushed deeply.  “How long have you had these on for?” He grinned.

“Since I got home from school sir.” She said softly.

“My, my, you are excited aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Sir?”

“I can smell your pussy on these already. Have you been looking forward to seeing me that much then?”

“I, er, well I er, I mean, I thought you would be, er, that is, I hoped you would, er …”

“You hoped I’d come over and have some fun, right?  And your little pussy got all hot just thinking about it, didn't it?” He sneered.

She bowed her head with embarrassment, “Yes sir.”

“Didn’t you think to have a play with it then?”

“Oh no sir, I wanted to be ready for you. “ She gasped.

He grinned again, “But you do play with your pussy, don’t you?”

“Sometimes sir.” She said grudgingly, her face now scarlet with embarrassment.

“Of course you do, just like your mother. She likes playing with her pussy too.  How often do you play with yours then?”

“I don’t know sir, it depends.”

“Depends on what?” He laughed, then answered his own question, “Depends on whether you’re getting a good seeing to or not, I suppose. Is that right?”

“I suppose so sir, yes.”

“Well I’m not going to be seeing to you tonight, Helen, so you’d better have a fiddle instead, hadn’t you?” He sneered.

She looked deeply disappointed, “Yes sir.”

“In fact, why don’t you take your things off right now and let me see what you look like when you’re playing with your pussy?” He ordered.

“Yes sir.” She said softly, then began to undress.  Her blouse and bra went first, then her crisp grey school skirt, and finally her new knickers.  She stood looking at him for a moment.

“Come on then girl, get on with it.” He snapped.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.”  She lay down on her bed and bent her legs at the knees, then she opened her thighs to reveal her slit, which was clearly moist.  She closed her eyes then reached down and began to stroke her pussy lips.  After a few moments she slipped a finger between her lips and began to stroke her clit.

Richard looked on and smiled broadly as the little fifteen-year-old sighed with pleasure.  She brought her free hand up and began to stroke her breasts, her fingertips tracing small circles around her nipples.  She began to rub her hand back and forth on her pussy, slipping two fingers at a time into her wet hole, then running them along her slit until she reached her clit.  Soon she was pushing her hips up, spreading her thighs wide, exposing every detail to his hungry eyes.

“That’s good Helen, I like that.  I want you to bring yourself off now, alright?” He chuckled.

Her fingers began to work frantically, rubbing her pussy and cupping each of her small tits in turn.  She gasped and sighed, then began to moan rhythmically, building to an inevitable crescendo.  Suddenly she tensed and closed her thighs tightly together, then she began to climax, her sighs turning to small cries of pleasure.  After a few seconds she sighed contentedly and let her hips fall back onto the bed.

Richard chuckled, “Very entertaining!” He laughed, “There’s nothing better than watching a pretty little girl play with her pussy.  Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes sir.” Helen replied meekly.  She flushed with embarrassment and closed her legs tightly together, then draped an arm across her tits.

“None of that!” Richard barked, “I won’t have you covering up like that.  When I’m here I want to see everything, understand?”

Helen sighed, “Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.”  Then opened her legs and let her arm fall to her side.

“That’s better.  Any more of that and I’ll have you walking around naked all the time, got that?”

“Yes sir.”

He grinned to himself, then left the room.  I followed him to Sally’s bedroom, where she was sitting on the end of the bed waiting.  She stood up at once as Richard entered the room.  “I’m ready Richard.” She said, trying to sound seductive.

He looked her up and down.  “Did you dress like I told you?” He demanded.

“Yes, of course.”  She gushed, smiling at him.

“Let’s have a look then.”

She lifted her skirt to reveal black stockings and suspenders but no knickers, then lifted her sweater to display her bra-less tits.

“Good.  Now here’s what we’re going to do tonight.”  She looked at him with eyes glittering with excitement.  “We’re going for a drive, it’ll take about half an hour to get to the place, and then we’re going dogging!”  He announced with a flourish.

Sally looked at him blankly, “We’re going what?” She asked.

“Dogging.  You don’t know what that is?”  She shook her head.  “Well it’s like this, there are places you can go where you park up, get down to it, and other people stand outside and watch.  That’s called dogging.”

For a moment her expression didn’t change, and then she lost all colour.  “You mean we’re going to be doing it and there’ll be people watching?” She gasped in horror.  He grinned and nodded.  “But, but, er, I mean, oh God Richard I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can.” He grinned, “Come on, we can talk about it in the car. Unless you’d rather I went back to Helen’s room?”

She had a look of pure agony on her face.  “Wait, Richard, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“This place where we’re going, there won’t be anyone who knows me, er, I mean, knows us there, will there?” She asked.

“Doubt it.  They come from all over the place to these places.  Now are you coming or not?”

She nodded curtly, then followed him from the room, her usual graceful gate now replaced with tense, jerky movements.  I grinned at the thought of shy little Sally performing for an audience, and looked forward to hearing her story on her return.  I watched Richard’s car drive away, then went to the computer and opened my e-mails.  I knew there would be a message from Hannah, and I wasn’t disappointed.

To the sexiest man on planet earth!

                                                         Oh God Steve, last night was so amazing!  I can’t believe how good you make me feel.  After you’d gone I couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you touch me, how I feel when you put your cock inside me.  I got so hot thinking about you that I had to play with my pussy again.  I came ever so quickly Steve! 

I had a look on the internet again today, like you suggested, and I found a wonderful story.  It was about a woman who wanted to be a slave to her man.  She told him she would do anything for him, anything to make him happy.  He started off by making her suck him off lots of times, then he started to punish her if she didn’t please him enough. He spanked her lots of times, and then he caned her bottom too.  Every day he would find some reason to punish her, and she started to like it.

He would make her strip off and play with herself while he watched, and she would have to ask his permission before she could come.  Once he refused, and she had to carry on playing with herself for ages, and she was begging him to let her come in the end.  I imagined being like that, and it was just incredibly sexy!  Would you like me to be like that for you Steve? Shall I be your slave? 

In the story the man made her put some things in her pussy – he called them love eggs – and she had to keep them there all day, and she wasn’t allowed to come.  And at the end of the day she had to give him her knickers and tell him how wet she had been all day because of the love eggs buzzing away inside her, and then he made her suck him off and then play with herself until she came.  By the time I’d finished reading that bit I was so turned on I had to do it to myself again!  (God, I really am a slut, aren’t I?)

Will you get me some love eggs, Steve?  I’d really like to try them, but I don’t know where to get them, and any way, I’m not old enough to buy them.

The girl in the story was made to do some awful things Steve.  He made her go around with no underwear on, and she had to wear some really skimpy clothes – tiny mini skirts and little tops - so that people would look at her and think she was a slut. And he made her buy a vibrator and she had to use that on herself, and she had to tell him all her sexual fantasies, and everything she’d ever done, and he laughed at her all the time, and made her feel cheap and useless, and she loved it, Steve!

Would you get me a vibrator too, Steve? 

This afternoon, when I got home from college I dressed up for you and took some pictures.  I hope you like them. Please come to me again soon Steve.

Your little slut.

I opened each of the pictures, and smiled with delight.  There was Hannah dressed in her old school uniform; white blouse, dark blue skirt and maroon tie.  The first picture was perfectly normal, the sort of thing any school would have on notice boards.  Then there were pictures of her lifting her skirt and bending over to display her arse perfectly framed in tight white knickers.  Another showed her with her blouse open and her firm young tits on view.  There were some of her lying on her bed, legs apart, the fabric of her knickers showing the outline of her pussy. And finally one showing her with her legs wide apart and her shaven slit on show. 

I was amused by her requests for vibrators and love eggs, and decide to pay a visit to Bob’s emporium.  He greeted me like an old friend, shaking my hand and grinning before ushering me into a quiet corner of the store.  “Hey!” He whispered, “When you bringing your woman back in?  You are still with her, right?  The one with the itchy pussy?”

I grinned back at him, “I’m still with her, sure.  You want another show, do you?”

“Are you kidding?  I charged £20 a head for that one, and it’s all I’ve been asked about ever since.  You couldn’t let me have a copy of the tape, could you?”

“Why, you going to arrange a private screening?” I laughed.

“That’s one idea, but I was thinking of making copies and selling them.  I could get a few quid each for that, you know.”

“I’ll see what I can do for you.” I said, “Now I want a few things.”

“Listen, if you give me a copy of that tape you can have anything in the place, ok?”

I grinned at him, “I’ll see what I can do.  No promises.   Now let me see what you’ve got.”  I found the things I wanted, then left.  I knew Sally would be out with Richard for another hour or so yet, so decided to drop in on Hannah and Donna.

As soon as I entered the house I took Donna out to the workshop.  “Did you keep your punishment in place last night?”

“I did Steve, honestly.  I left it there for over an hour.  God it was uncomfortable!” She grimaced at the memory.

“I bet it was, wandering around the house with a carrot up your arse!”  I chuckled.

“It isn’t funny.” She whined.

“Of course it is.” I laughed, “And what about today?  Have you been naughty again?”

“You know I have.” She said sullenly, “I can’t stop it, and I can’t stop him either.  Four times today he’s had me, starting this morning.  I was just about to get into the shower when he came into the bathroom and just took me.  Then he did it again before he went to school, then when he got back after school, and then again just an hour ago.”

“And did you come each time?”

“Yes.”  She didn’t bother to apologise this time.

“So there’s no point in claiming that you don’t like it, is there?”

“I suppose not, no.”

“Ok.  Knickers down then, and get ready for punishment.” I ordered.

“Yes Steve.”  She said softly, opening her jeans and pushing them and her knickers down with a weary sigh.  She bent over the bench, offering her arse to me.  I ran my hand across the cheeks, then slipped my finger between them and began to tease her tight hole.  She grunted as I pushed my finger into her arse, but made no other protest.

“I’ve got a different punishment for you tonight.” I smiled.

“Oh, right.” She said warily, “What is it?”

I handed her one of the items I’d bought at Bob’s.

“What the hell is that?” She asked.

“They call it a butt plug.” I smiled.

She caught on at once. “You mean you’re going to put that thing up my arse now?” She cried.

“No, you are.  I’m going to watch.  Get on with it.”

She sighed again, then placed the tip of the plug against her hole.  She began to ease it inside, moaning softly.  Once it was in she turned and looked at me.  “How long do I have to keep this in tonight?” She gasped.

“Two hours.  How does it feel?”

“It hurts.  I don’t like it.  Why do I have to have this in, it’s so humiliating.”

“There’s your answer.  That’s why.  Now because you’ve been particularly naughty today you can bend over again, and I’ll spank you.”

She groaned, then turned and bent over the bench.  I picked up a length of garden cane Richard had left lying around and administered six strokes to her cheeks.  She gasped and cried with each stroke, her arse soon glowing red.  After I’d delivered the last stroke she stood slowly and gently rubbed her arse.

“Steve, what if Edward wants to have me again?  I can’t stop him, and he’ll see this thing you’re making me have in my bum.  What will I do?” She sobbed.

“Come with me and I’ll show you.” I said with a grin. 

She hurriedly pulled up her knickers and jeans, wincing as the fabric touched her arse, then she stumbled after me as I made for the house.  I made my way upstairs and stopped at the door to Edward’s room.  “Follow me.” I instructed.

“Steve, wait.” She hissed, “What are you doing?”

“Follow me.” I repeated.

I opened the door and marched in.  Edward was sprawled on his bed reading a porn mag.  He looked up at me then glanced at Donna and grinned.  “Edward I need to show you something, ok?” I said casually.

He sat up on the bed, “Sure thing.”

“Ok Donna, show Edward your new toy.” I grinned.

She looked at me with a mixture of shock and horror on her face.  “Steve, you don’t mean?  Oh no, please! Please don’t make me do this.” 

“Do you want me to punish you again?” I warned.  Edward glanced up at me in surprise, then turned to look at Donna once more.   His grin broadened as she sighed and began to open her jeans.  She turned her back to him and pushed her jeans and knickers down, then put her hands to her face and began to sob.

“Bend over so he can have a good look.” I smiled.  She bent at the waist, pushing her arse towards him.

He giggled, then said, “What the fuck is that?”

“That’s called a butt plug.  She has it up her arse as punishment because she keeps letting you shag her!” I laughed.  “As you can see I’ve already caned her for being naughty.” I reached out my hand and gave her a playful slap across the arse.  She flinched and yelped with pain.

Edward bounded off the bed then ran his hand across her cheeks.  “Fuck, that must have hurt!” He gasped, “Her arse is red hot.”  He took hold of the plug and began to pull gently on it, then turned it slowly.  Donna gasped then sobbed some more.  “How far up does it go?” He asked.

“Not far, just up inside her.”  I spread Donna’s cheeks apart with my fingers, then slipped the plug out and held it up so he could see it.  Donna sighed with relief, then let out a soft moan as I pushed it back in again.  “It’s meant to stretch her arse and give her something to think about.” I chuckled.  Edward grinned again.  “She doesn’t like it up her arse, do you Donna?”  She sobbed again, “But there’s nothing she can do about it, is there Donna?”

When she didn’t respond I slapped her arse again, “Answer me!” I barked.

“No Steve. I’m sorry Steve.”  She sobbed.

“I bought this for her, as a special present.  Last night I had to use something different to punish her with, didn't I Donna?”

“Yes Steve.” She gasped.

“Tell Edward what I made you do last night.” I urged.

I watched Donna’s face flood with colour. “I had to go to the kitchen and fetch a carrot.” She wept, “And then I had to put it up my bottom and keep it there for an hour."

“You made her stick a carrot up her arse?”  Edward sniggered.  When I nodded he burst into delighted laughter.  “Fuck me, I would’ve liked to see that!” He roared.

“Well perhaps Donna will show you how it looked later?” I laughed.  Donna sobbed again.

I put them both under and added some new information. 

“Donna, you will think it only right and proper that you are punished.  You will expect it.  You will suffer any punishment you are given, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Edward, you will want to punish Donna.  You will try to think up new ways of punishing or embarrassing her, and you will tell me all about it.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Donna, you will now be punished by either me or Edward, and you will submit to those punishments, understand?”

“Yes.”

I grinned to myself. So complete was their programming that it now took only seconds to introduce a new instruction, and for it to be acted upon.  I left them to count themselves awake and went to Hannah’s room.

As usual she was sat at her computer pouring over images of young girls being spanked!  She greeted me with a small cry of joy and threw herself into my arms.  She kissed me passionately and took my hands and guided them straight to her shapely arse.  She purred with pleasure as I squeezed her cheeks, then lifted her skirt and slid my hands into her knickers.  I pulled her cheeks apart gently and pressed my finger against her hole.  Her tongue writhed around in my mouth as my finger slowly pushed into her, then she began to rotate her hips, moving my finger around inside her.  She pulled her T-shirt off in one smooth motion, then cupped her tits and squeezed her nipples.

“Ohhhhh Steve!” She sighed, “Oh I love it when you do that! Oh God!”

“I have some presents for you.” I murmured in her ear.

She looked at me like an excited child at Christmas. “For me? Really?  What are they?”

I pulled my finger out of her, and she sighed with pleasure again.  “Let me show you.” I said.

She stepped back and watched as I delved into my bag.  I pulled out an eight-inch long, pink plastic vibrator and held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened with excitement.  “For me? Oh wow! Oh thank you Steve!” She said, her delight evident.  She took the toy and studied it with fascination and a look of longing on her face.  “Oh Steve! Oh it’s just fantastic! Oh thank you! Can I try it out now?”

“In a moment.  I have some other things for you.”

Her eyes glittered with excitement.  I handed her the next gift, a pair of pink love eggs.

“Oh my God!” She squealed, “Oh they’re just like the ones I read about!”

“Just slip them into your pussy and turn them on and they’ll buzz away nicely for as long as you want!” I smiled.

Her face flushed with excitement. “Oh I’ll put them in right away Steve! Oh my God, this is like Christmas!”

“There’s more.” I grinned.  I held up a butt plug similar to the one I’d inflicted on Donna.  “Know what this is?” I smiled.

She grinned shyly.  “I’ve seen pictures.” She said coyly, “Where a man puts one of those into a girl’s bottom and she has to keep it there.  Are you going to put it into my bottom Steve?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Oh yes please!” She sighed, then giggled at her own urgency.  She quickly unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then pushed her plain black knickers after it and stepped out of them.  Then she turned and bent at the waist, presenting her arse to me.  I stepped forwards and pressed the tip of the plug against her pussy.  It slipped in effortlessly, lubricated by the juices of her wet slit.  She sighed with pleasure.  I turned the plug around in her hot hole for a moment, then withdrew it and placed it against her puckered hole.  She gasped as she felt it part her sphincter, then sighed “Oh God yes!” as it slipped into place.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Not as nice as when your cock is in there!” She giggled.  I gave her cheeks a playful slap.  She squealed with delight, wriggling her arse at me. “Oooh yes!” She laughed, “Oh that’s nice!”

She stood upright and began to slowly pace around the room, experimenting with the sensations within her. “Oh that feels really weird!” She grinned, “But it’s nice though.” She added with a glance in my direction.  “How long can I keep it in for?”

“As long as you like.” I chuckled, delighted by her obvious pleasure and enthusiasm.  “I have one more present for you, are you ready?”

“Oh yes please!” She said at once.

I handed her a leash of soft leather with loops at each end.  She looked at it with a puzzled expression on her face.  “I don’t know what to do with this.” She confessed.

“Then let me show you.” I said with a grin.  I took the line from her then slipped one loop over each nipple, tightening the loops until they held fast.  She watched in fascination, gasping as each loop gripped her nipple gently but firmly.  When each was in place I pulled on the line, stretching her nipples gently.

I watched as her eyes widened with surprise and pleasure. “Oh Jesus Steve!” She gasped, “Oh that feels amazing!”   She took the line from me and pulled harder, gasping with pleasure and moaning with discomfort in equal measure. 

“You could wear that under your T-shirt when you’re out of the house, then if you feel a bit randy, you could give your tits a tug, and no one would know!” I laughed.

She purred once more, “Oh Jesus Christ yes! Oh I could, couldn’t I?  And I’d be thinking of you all the time, Steve, I really would. Oh God that would be so amazing!”

“Especially if you had your love eggs in at the same time!” I suggested.

She closed her eyes and clamped her lips together tightly for a moment, deep in concentration.  “Oh God that would be just fucking incredible!” She gasped.

“Why not try it now?” I urged.

She turned at once and picked up the eggs, which she’d dropped onto her bed.  She studied them for a moment, then squatted slightly and slipped them into her pussy.  Then she pressed the switch to turn them on.  She paused for a moment, concentrating on the new sensations, then let out a half sigh, half moan.   “Ohhheeeeeaghhhhhhh!”  She looked up at me, glassy eyed.  “Oh!” She said with a huge sigh, her tits heaving.  She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself.  “Ooooh! Oh Christ that’s just unbelievable!”  She gasped with another huge sigh.

As she focused on the buzzing in her pussy she began to pull on the line between her tits.  Soon she was stretching her nipples painfully, her fingers griping my shoulder tightly, her eyes closed, face contorted with concentration.  I reached for the vibrator, switched it on and placed it against her clit.  Her eyes opened, a questioning look on her face, and then her entire body went rigid.  Her breath came in snatches, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure as the eggs, plug and vibrator all combined with the sensations from her stretched nipples.

After about fifteen seconds she started to come.  “Ahhh! Ahhh! Aghhh! Aghhhh!  Nghhh! Nghhh! Yes! Nghhhh! Nghhh! Mmmmnnnnnggghhhhh!”

Her entire body shook violently and her fingers dug painfully into my shoulder.  As her climax subsided she slipped to her knees, and then with a shudder she began to pull desperately at the wire of the love eggs still buzzing away inside her.  With a gasp and a sigh she pulled them out of her pussy, then sank to the floor and lay gasping and panting for breath.

After a few seconds she began to laugh weakly.  “Oh! My God!” She gasped.  “Oh Jesus I think I’ve gone to heaven!  Oh I thought I was going to explode!” 

She looked up at me and smiled weakly.  “That was impossible!  How can you make me feel like that?”

I looked down at her and grinned, then slowly and deliberately I opened my trousers and pushed them down, freeing my straining cock.  I lay back on the bed and waited.  She immediately got to her knees and crawled towards me.  “Jesus, look at that beautiful cock!” She sighed, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to stroke it lovingly.  After a few moments she sighed then took my shaft into her mouth and began to suck and lick hungrily on my glans.

I smiled to myself, enjoying the sensations of an eager sixteen-year-old consuming my cock like it was manna from heaven!  “You know what I think would be really sexy?”  I asked.  She looked up at me as she continued to suck and lick, then shook her head gently.  “If you were to send some of your sexy photos to a friend of mine.”

She lifted her head from my cock and stared at me.  “What? You mean send those pictures I took of myself to someone else?” She asked aghast.  I nodded and smiled at her.  “But, er, I mean, who?” She asked nervously.

“No one you know, at least not yet!” I chuckled, “He’s a friend of mine and he loves to see pictures of beautiful young women like you.”

She blushed.  “But I mean, would you really like him to see those pictures?”

“Sure, why not? And think how sexy you’d feel, sending pictures of yourself to a complete stranger!”

She thought for a second, then blushed again.  “I don’t know about sexy, I think I’d feel really rude!” She giggled, “I mean, God!  Sending pictures like that to someone I don’t even know.  What would he think of me?  I mean, wouldn’t he think I was a slut or something?”

“Not at all.  He loves women who know what they like, same as me.  He’d love to see your pictures, I promise you.  And you’d like to show them to him, wouldn’t you?”  I said.

“Well, I, er …”

“Come on, admit it, the thought of someone looking at your pictures, seeing all of you?  That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

She gasped then began sucking hungrily again on my cock.  After a few moments she paused.  “Steve? This friend of yours?  He wouldn’t let anyone else see the pictures, would he?”

“No, of course not.  It would be just for him.  Would you like to show him?”

I felt her hand tighten on my shaft.  She nodded gently, then smiled shyly at me. “You don’t think I’m a slut, do you Steve?”

“No, of course I don’t.  You’re a very sexy woman.” I smiled.

She shuffled a little closer, placed my cock between her tits, then squashed them together and began to massage my shaft.  “I want to be sexy for you, Steve.” She purred, “I’d do anything for you, anything at all.  I’ll do whatever you ask me to do, honest I will.”

“But the idea of showing yourself off to a complete stranger does turn you on, doesn’t it?” I said with a grin.

Her young face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment, “Oh God yes!” She breathed, “I don’t know why, but it seems so sexy!  What’s your friend’s name?”

“Dave Waters.  He’s been a friend of mine for years.  He’ll love getting your pictures.  I’ll give you his e-mail.  But for now, why don’t you go back to what you were doing a minute ago?” I grinned.

She looked at me wide-eyed, then sank down and began to suck my cock with a renewed urgency.  I knew she was thinking of how embarrassing it would be to send naked photographs of herself to a complete stranger.  I knew also that the whole idea turned her on.  She closed her eyes and concentrated on my cock, sucking and licking urgently, stroking and cupping my balls.  A few moments later and I watched as she reached down for the leash still attached to her nipples and began to tug on it as she sucked.  She was gasping and moaning, her tongue wrapping itself around my glans, her head bobbing up and down rapidly.  I felt my climax start and then began to shoot into her mouth.  With my first spurt she clamped her lips around my cock and began to suck and swallow, drawing my jism out and drinking it down, accompanied by muffled grunts and groans of pleasure.

I sank back onto the bed and sighed contentedly, watching as Hannah licked her lips and then leaned forward to take the last drop of jism off my cock with the tip of her tongue.  “You are getting really good at that!” I grinned.

“I’m glad I can please you Steve.” She said lovingly.  “Am I as good as, er, well does er, I mean is there anyone better at that than me?”

“You’re as good as anyone I know.” I smiled.

She flushed with pleasure and beamed a smile at me, “I want to be the best at everything for you, Steve.” She sighed.  “I’ll send your friend an e-mail tonight if you like.”  She said softly, then looked up at me for reassurance, “If you want me to.” She added quickly.

“That would be great.” I smiled, “But make sure you copy me into it as well, ok?  I want to know what you’re writing to him.”

“Oh I wouldn’t do anything unfaithful to you Steve, I promise I wouldn’t.” She gasped.

“I know that, I just want to see your e-mail to Dave, ok?”

“Sure thing Steve.  Which photos do you want me to send him?”

“Well those ones of you in school uniform were nice, I’m sure he’d like those.  And maybe you can take some more with your new toys?” I suggested.

She blushed again, then her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh yes, that’ll be fun!” She giggled.  She watched with longing in her eyes as I fastened my trousers, then smiled with pleasure as I patted her on the head and said goodnight.  As I left her room I turned to look at her.  She was already reaching for the camera on her bedside cabinet.  I wondered what Dave would make of the e-mail he was about to receive!

About an hour after I returned to Sally’s house she arrived back, looking pleased with herself.  She went up to her room and quickly took off her sweater, then dropped her skirt.  Her stockings had vanished, as had her suspender belt.  She made for the shower at once.  As she stepped out and began to dry herself Sandra walked in without knocking.

“Where have you been, mum?” She demanded.

“Out.” Sally said bluntly.

“I know that.  You’ve been out with Richard, haven’t you?”  Sandra snapped.

“Yes.”

“Where did you go?”

Sally frowned, “To be honest love, I don’t really know.  Richard drove us to a place I’ve never been before, and I’m not even sure where it was.”

“What kind of place?” Sandra asked.

Sally knew she would have to reveal the evenings events to her young daughter, and sighed with resignation.  She wrapped a towel around her body, then began to speak. “Well it was a kind of a parking area at some sort of country park.  It took us quite a while to get there, and when we arrived we just parked the car.”

“And then what?” Sandra asked with mounting excitement.

Sally sighed again.  “Well there were some men standing around, and they came and stood by Richard’s car, and then…”

“Yes?”

“Well, Richard made me take my top off, and then I had to open his trousers and suck his cock.”  She said hurriedly.

Sandra looked stunned, “What? You did that with people watching?”  Sally nodded, avoiding making eye contact.  “You took your top off with men watching and then sucked Richard’s cock?”  Sally nodded again.  “So they could all see your bra?”

Sally sighed again, then shook her head.  Sandra’s jaw dropped in shock, “You weren’t wearing a bra?  You took your top off and they could all see your boobs?”  Sandra waited for a moment, hoping that Sally would correct her assumption.  When the hoped for reprieve didn’t come her eyes opened wide.  “You were in Richard’s car with your boobs out in the open and you sucked his cock while a load of men watched?” She asked in a shocked whisper.

Sally nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

“What happened then?” Sandra asked breathlessly.

“After a while Richard told me to take my skirt off as well.” Sally said in a low voice.  “He told me before we went out that I wasn’t to wear any knickers.” She shuddered at the memory.

Sandra had gone pale with shock.  “So you were in the car with nothing on and sucking Richard’s cock and there were a load of men watching?”  She gasped.  Sally nodded slowly, then stole a glance at Sandra.  “But they’d have been able to see your pussy, mum!” Sandra exclaimed, “They’d have been able to see everything!” 

“I know that!” Sally snapped, “I was there, remember?”  She shuddered again, then said in barely a whisper, “They all cheered when I took my skirt off.  And Richard made me kneel up in my seat, so that they could all see me. And he told me to open my legs so that they could have a good look at me.  Then I had to go back to sucking him again, and they were all watching and laughing. And when Richard came in my mouth I had to look as though I really liked it, and swallow his jism like it was really nice.  And then I had to turn and smile at all those men watching, like I’d had a good time.”  She heaved a heavy sigh.

“How many of them were there?” Sandra asked, still wide-eyed with shock.

“Eight or ten.  I didn’t count.  I didn’t want to look at them at all. Oh God! Oh it was so awful.”

“And was that it?” Sandra asked.

“No.  Richard made me take my stockings off one by one and hand them over to the men.  I had to roll the window down and say, ‘would any of you like one of my stockings?’ And when a couple of them said they would I had to take them off slowly and hand them over to them. Then he made me lie back in my seat and let them all have a good look at me once more, and then we drove off.  He made me sit in the car naked for about ten minutes, and then when we were coming into a town he let me put my top and skirt back on.”

“Do you think he’ll make you do that again, mum?”

“Oh God, he’s bound to!” Sally wailed, “He loved every second of it, making me show myself to all those men.  I know he’ll make me do it again, I just know it.”

“Wow, mum! It must have been really awful.”  Sandra said quietly.

A tear rolled down Sally’s face and her bottom lip quivered.  “That isn’t the worst part, my darling.”  She said with a sob in her voice.

“There’s more?” Sandra asked eagerly, “What else did he make you do?”

Sally smiled sadly, “No, that was all he made me do.  But the worst part of it all is that I enjoyed it.”

“You what?” Sandra shrieked.

“I enjoyed it.” Sally repeated, “Every little bit of it.  It was shameful, and humiliating, and disgusting, but I enjoyed it.”

“God, mum! How could you enjoy that?” Helen said from the doorway.

Both Sally and Sandra turned their heads sharply to look at her.  “Helen! How long have you been there?” Sally gasped.

“Long enough to hear everything you said to Sandra.  I heard it all mum.  How could you enjoy being such a slut?”

Sally flushed under her daughter’s rebuke.  “I don’t know.” She said bluntly, “I don’t know how or why I enjoyed it, but it was so thrilling to have to do that.  I’m sorry.”  She hung her head in shame.

“You can’t talk.” Sandra snapped at Helen, “You enjoyed yourself striping off for Richard and then playing with your pussy while he watched.  What’s the difference?”

Helen’s face went an angry red.  “How did you know about that?” She demanded.

“I was listening at your door.  I heard you telling him that your pussy was hot, and how you didn’t play with it because you were saving it for him, and then you got undressed and lay on your bed and played with your pussy until you came.” Sandra grinned at her sister smugly, “So if you can enjoy doing that to please Richard, I don’t see what’s wrong with mum doing what she did.”

“It’s totally different.” Helen protested, “There was only me and Richard in my room.  It’s not as though there was anyone else there watching, is it?”

“Not yet, no!” Sandra chuckled, “But you both seem to be so keen to please Richard there’s no telling what you’ll both do next!”  She began to laugh.

There was a stunned silence for a moment, then Helen began to giggle.  Within a few seconds she had blushed bright red and was laughing heartily.  Sally bit her lip, trying hard not to laugh too, then gave up and began to laugh along with her daughters.

“I suppose we’re both desperate to please Richard!” Sally giggled.

“And we’ll do anything at all to make him happy!” Helen agreed, still laughing.

“Mum, when can I do something to make Richard happy?” Sandra begged.

“Soon, my darling, when you’re a little older.” Sally smiled.

“Yeah, when you’ve grown up a bit!” Helen chuckled.

Sandra scowled at her sister for a moment, and then they were all laughing again.

As soon as I got home the following day I checked my e-mails.  Sure enough, Hannah had duly sent a message and photos to Dave.

Dear Mr. Waters,

                           Steve said you would like to see some pictures of me, and so here are some I took in my bedroom.  I love Steve so much, he makes me feel so sexy.  I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.  When I first met him I was just like any other young girl.  I had no idea how good he could make me feel, or how much I like to feel sexy!

I should tell you something about myself.  I am sixteen years old, and my name is Hannah.  I’ve only known Steve for a little while, but he’s made such a difference to my life!

I hope you like my photos, Mr. Waters.  Do you think I’ve got a nice bum?  Steve does!  He likes my bum a lot.  Sometimes, if I’ve been a naughty girl, or even when I’ve been a good girl, Steve spanks me.  I know a lot of girls would be upset to be treated like this, but I really, really like it!  It makes me feel so sexy.  Once Steve spanked me and then put his hand between my legs and stroked my pussy. Oh God! It was just wonderful!  And another time, when he was stroking my pussy I put my hand between my legs and our fingers met.  I almost came right there and then.

Sometimes, Steve put his lovely cock into my bum.  I love that!  It hurt at first, when he did it to me the first time, but I soon got used to it, and now I love it!  Steve’s also bought me a but plug, to put in my bum when he’s not there.  I’ve got it on now, and it feels so good!

Steve bought me some other toys too. You can see them in the photos I’m sending you.  There are some love-eggs.  These go right inside my pussy and vibrate – they’re delicious!  Then there’s my vibrator.  I like to put the tip of this against my clit when I’ve got my eggs in and my plug.  I come ever so quickly.  My favourite though is my leash!  I put this on my boobs whenever I can.  It pinches my nipples and makes me feel so sexy!  I like to have my nipples pinched! 

Today I went to college without wearing a bra.  Steve doesn’t like me to wear one of those, so I don’t!  At break time I went to the toilets and put my leash on.  Then I went to all my other lectures with it on.  I could feel my nipples throbbing all day, and when I got home they were so sensitive that when I stroked them for just a minute or so, I came!

I hope you like my pictures, Mr. Waters.  If you’d like to see some more just say and I’ll send you as many as you like, because I know that this will make Steve happy.

Hannah.

I opened each of the photos in turn.  Hannah had sent the ones she had originally sent to me, plus a few new ones.  She had taken one of herself in her bedroom mirror, bent over with her plug clearly visible.   Then one with her leash on, her tits stretched as she pulled on it.  Finally, two more with her playing with her vibrator.  In the first she had placed the tip of the pink shaft against her clit, her face a picture of lust.  In the second she had slipped almost the entire length inside her.  She stared at the camera glassy-eyed, clearly enjoying herself.  I smiled at the thought of Dave pouring over the e-mail and decided to give him a call.

When I finally got past his receptionist he was his usual self.

“That made my fucking day, mate!” He laughed down the phone, “It’s been the geriatric clinic this morning, and I was sick and tired of looking at granny fannies, when I took a break and there was your pretty little teenage slut!  You having a good time there, mate?”

“Oh it’s hell I tell you!” I laughed, “How would you like to give Hannah a check up?”

“Excellent!  Send her down as soon as you like.” He chuckled, “And I want to have another look at those other two little minxes you’ve got going.”

“Sure, whenever you want.  In fact, why don’t you come up to Sally’s house when you like, then you can have a play with all three of them!”

He paused for a moment to form a mental picture, then laughed again, “I’ll be there as soon as I can get away, but it won’t be for a couple more days yet, I’m on call.”

“No worries, I’ll get Hannah to send you some more stuff.  Anything you’d like in particular?”

“Give her a camcorder, then get her to film herself.  That’d be good!” He laughed again.

I smiled to myself at the thought, then immediately went to find Sally’s camera.  I was about to make my way over to Hannah, when Richard arrived.  I took him to one side and gave him a little more programming, then stood back and watched.

He strode confidently into the living room and Sally and the girls immediately stood up and looked at him expectantly.  He took in the sight, then said, “Girls, go up to your room and stay there until I say you can come down.  I need a word with Sally.”

Sandra disappeared upstairs at once, Helen however moved slowly toward the stairs, her face a picture of teenage sulk.  “Get up those stairs now, or I’ll give your arse something to remember me by.” Richard yelled.  Helen stomped off up the stairs, and then slammed her bedroom door.  Richard grinned to himself, then turned to Sally.  “Have a look at this.” He said, holding out a DVD to her.

“What is it?” She asked cautiously.

“Put it on and see.”  He grinned.

Sally moved to the TV set in the corner and put the DVD into the player. Richard sat down on a sofa and motioned for Sally to join him.  She did so at once, smiling sweetly at him.  The screen flashed into life and then Sally’s smile evaporated.  She recognised herself at once, of course, but was completely confused as to how the image had been captured.  As she was trying to figure it out her image on the screen began to undress.  She immediately realised what she was about to see and let out a startled shriek, “No!”

“Don’t worry, Sally, it gets better!” Richard laughed.

She turned to him in appalled shock.  “Please Richard, don’t watch this.  I don’t know who filmed this, but I didn't know, I promise.  It’s nothing interesting.  Please Richard, please turn it off.”

“No way, Sally! I want to watch it with you.  I don’t know what you mean by ‘nothing interesting’, I thought it was very interesting.”

“You mean you’ve watched it already?” She gasped.

“A few times!  Looks like you had a pretty good time in there.  This is a good bit, watch this.” He chuckled.

On the screen Sally was wriggling her hips as she pushed her jeans down.  Then the screen was filled with the image of her arse as she pushed her knickers down.  As the image turned to face the camera and her shaven slit was revealed, Richard chuckled.  “It definitely catches your best side!”

Sally had gone very pale. “Please turn it off Richard.” She begged weakly.

“Shut up and watch the film.” He snapped.

Sally sat on the edge of her seat and watched in stunned silence as the film continued.  As she pouted and posed in first the maid outfit and then the nurse uniform she covered her mouth with her hand, dreading what was coming.  Finally, the words, “Why not? No one will ever know!”, came over the speakers, and she began to play with her pussy.

After a couple more minutes she muttered, “Where are you, my darling.”, then began to fuck herself with her vibrator.  Sally continued to watch in stunned silence, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.  As the image on the screen climaxed she covered her face with her hands and slumped back on the sofa.

Richard looked at Sally with a smug grin on his face.  “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He laughed.  Sally wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and sniffed.  “Come on, admit it, you enjoyed bringing yourself off like that, didn’t you?” He demanded.

“I didn’t know it was being filmed.” She said sadly, “Please believe me, Richard, I had no idea.”

“I don’t see how you could have missed the camera, though, do you? I mean, it was pointed right at your pussy.  Couldn’t have had a better view!”  He chortled, clearly enjoying himself, “How do you explain that, then?”

“I can’t.” She said, her face pale and drawn.

“It looked like a good one, was it?”

“Please, Richard, don’t.” She begged.

“Tell me.  Was it a good one?” He demanded.

“I suppose so, yes.” She confessed.

“So what were you trying on all those things for anyway?”

Sally blushed deeply, then coughed nervously, “I, er, well I, er.” She coughed again, “I thought you might like it if I dressed up for you, so I tried on some outfits.”  She looked at the carpet, determined not to make eye contact.

“Well, well, well!” He laughed, “You went to all that trouble for me?  I’m impressed!  You must have known you’d fancy a fiddle though?”

“I, er don’t understand.” She stammered.

“Well, you took your little plastic friend along with you, didn’t you?  So you must have known that you’d want to have a bit of fun, right?”

“I suppose so.  I really don’t remember.” She said softly.

“And how are you feeling now then?” He asked with a wink.

“Awful. Oh God I feel like such a slut.  God, I can’t bear it.”  The she stopped suddenly, “Richard, where did you get this tape from?”

“A friend.  He said he’d heard that I was shagging this hot little bitch next door to me, and did I want to see what she got up to!” He grinned again.

“So someone else has seen this?  And he knows who I am? Oh dear God! Who, Richard, who is it? I’ve got to know, please Richard.”

“Never you mind!” He giggled, “There’s nothing you can do about it anyway. Besides, I thought you’d like the excitement of not knowing.  I mean, think about it, he could be anyone.  Anyone at all.  You could be at work, or out shopping, and he could be there, and he’ll have seen your little performance!  It might be someone you know really well, and every time he sees you, he’ll be thinking of your cabaret!  How do you feel about that?”

Her hands were trembling as she brought them up to her face once more.  “Oh Jesus Christ!” She wailed, “What am I going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it, Sally.  Any man who watches this is going to love it, especially if they know you.  Men like that sort of stuff!” He giggled again.  Sally looked like she was going to be sick.  “Don’t you find it exciting that someone you know has seen this?”

“Exciting? What, knowing that God knows how many men have seen this, and that some of them know me? Exciting? No, I bloody well don’t!” She snapped, now close to tears.

“I don’t believe you Sally.” He said smiling, “After all, I know how you like to feel ashamed, how you like to feel naughty.  I bet if I pulled your knickers down now, your pussy would be soaking wet.”

“No, Richard, please don’t.” She begged.

“Let’s put it to the test, shall we? Stand up.”

“No, please Richard.  I don’t want to this evening, please.” She whined.

“I don’t care what you want, now stand up.” He barked.  Reluctantly, she stood and then shuffled forward until she stood in front of him.  “Now take you jeans down.”

“Please Richard.” She begged.

“Do it!”

She opened her jeans with nervous, fumbling fingers, then pushed them down to her knees, wriggling her hips as she did so.  Then she stood before him arms hanging limply at her side as he stared at her purple knickers.  He smiled again, then reached out and took hold of the waistband.  “Let’s have a look at you then Sally.” He murmured happily, then began to pull them down.  A moment later and her smooth, shaven slit was exposed.  He reached out his hand and stroked her mound, then slipped a finger between her thighs.  She let out a tremulous whimper as his finger found its’ way between her folds, then covered her face with her hands as Richard said triumphantly, “Aha! I knew it! You’re bloody soaking down here, look!” He pulled his finger from her slit and held it up to her.  I could see it was glistening wet.

“How do you explain this then if you didn’t like being filmed?” He demanded.

“I, er, I mean I don’t know, er, I’m sorry Richard, but I ……Oh God!” She groaned as he slipped his finger between her lips once more and began to tease her clit.

“Yes, I knew it! I knew you’d get off on this.  Admit it, Sally, you’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Oh! Ahhhh! Oh God, I don’t know. Oh Jesus! Oh Christ! Ahhh!”  She gasped, wriggling her hips as he tormented her clit.

“It’s just the next stage, isn’t it, Sally?  You’ve fucked and fingered yourself for Steve, for me, even for my boy.  Now you’ve done it for complete strangers.  For anyone else who wants to watch you, and you love it, don’t you Sally?  Tell me how much you love it.”

She was thrusting her hips against his finger, gasping and panting.  Her nipples stood out like bullets beneath her T-shirt.  “Oh God yessssssssssss!” She moaned, “Oh it feels so good!  Oh you’re right, Richard.  I do love it.  I feel so dirty and so ashamed, but I love it!”

“And you want to do it again, don’t you?  You want to play with yourself while men watch you, isn’t that right?”

“Oh yesssss! Oh God yesss! Oh I’ll do it whenever you want Richard, I promise.  I’ll do it whenever you tell me and where ever you tell me, I promise I will. Oh God, yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhh!”  Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she climaxed.  She fell to her knees before him, then thrust her hand between her thighs and rubbed at her pussy frantically.  Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, the room filled with the sounds of her gasps and moans.  Finally she sighed heavily and sank down on her knees, her eyes closed.

After a few seconds Richard laughed loudly, “I bloody knew it! I knew there was no way you didn't know that camera was there.  You just like putting on a show, don’t you Sally?”  Too shattered to argue, she simply nodded her head. “Well now you can.  Go and get changed and I’ll take you out to our special little playground, and you can put on a special show for the guys.  Wear the same stuff you wore last time.”  She got wearily to her feet, then dragged her knickers and jeans up before shuffling up stairs.  I smiled to myself, then made my way to Hannah’s room.

She was at her computer as usual, but this time she was perched on the edge of her chair and peering closely at the images on the screen.  When she saw me she stood up and flung herself into my arms.  “Oh my darling, did you see my e-mail to your friend?  Was it ok?  Do you think he’ll like it?  It wasn’t too much was it?” She panted as she kissed my neck.

“It was great. He loved it!” I smiled at her.

“He’s seen it?  What did he say?  Did he really like it?  Does he think I’m a slut?”

“He thinks you’re really sexy. In fact, he’d like to see more.  Much more!” I grinned and held out the camcorder.

She looked at it for a moment, then the realisation hit her.  “You mean you want me to film myself with that?” She gasped.

“That’s right.  How do you feel about that?”

She blushed hotly, then smiled.  “I’ll do anything for you, Steve, you know that.”

“But do you like the idea of filming yourself?”

She began to kiss me again, “I like the idea of doing anything you say.  Anything at all.  Steve?”

“Yes.”

“Did you read the bit in my e-mail about putting the leash on my nipples when I was at college today?”

“Yes, did you enjoy that?”

“Oh God it was fantastic!  My nipples were really stiff and so sensitive.  God, they were sticking out like bullets!  I wore a tighter fitting top today, see?” She stepped back for a moment so that I could see her low-neck T-shirt, “And I know that some of the boys were looking at my boobs.  I could hear them sniggering.”

“Well that’s ok, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so, if you say it is Steve.”  She sighed happily.

“I think you should enjoy it if they’re admiring you.” I grinned.

“I’ll try, Steve, I promise.  Steve?”

“Yes.”

“I was looking at some stuff on the internet just now, and there was some pictures that I thought were really sexy.  Can I show them to you?” She pleaded.

“Sure.” I grinned.

She whirled away from me and went straight to the computer.  “Here they are, look!” She said urgently.  “See?  That girl there has taken her knickers down and bent over, and that man there is caning her bare bottom!”

“And you like that?”

“Oh God yes! Oh I think that’s really sexy.” 

“And would you like me to cane your bottom too?”

She suddenly looked shy and vulnerable, blushing deeply, “Would that be ok, Steve?  I mean, would you mind doing that?”

“No, I don’t mind at all.” I laughed, “Now go down to your father’s workshop and wait for me there.”

“Yes Steve.” She said hastily, then almost ran from the room.

Before I took my pleasure with Hannah, I decided to look in on Edward.  As I approached his room I could hear groans from within.  I opened the door to see Edward driving his cock deep into Donna’s arse, whilst she moaned and whined pitifully.  He glanced over his shoulder as I went in and smiled at me.  Donna’s face was a deep, hot red.  Her eyes were red and swollen too, from all the crying she had been doing I guessed.  She was gripping the bed covers tightly in both hands, her knuckles white.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked jovially.

“No I’m bloody well not!” She snapped, then let out another moan, “Oh God, Steve, why do I have to let him do this to me? What have I done to deserve this?  Please tell me Steve.”  Edward grunted with amusement.

“Why are you being punished, Donna?  Well you’re letting your fifteen-year-old step-son stick his cock up your arse!  I’d have thought that was reason enough, wouldn’t you?”  Edward laughed again.

“But what have I done?” She wailed, “I only wanted to be happy.” Edward reached forward and grabbed her oversize tits, then pulled her back onto his cock, impaling himself deep in her bowels.  She groaned again.

“You should know your place.” I said sternly, “If you are being punished it’s because Edward or I think you deserve it, understand?”

“Yes Steve.”  She said sadly, “I’m sorry Steve.”

“That’s better.  Now you do as Edward says, understand?  Any nonsense from you and you’ll be very, very sorry, got that?”

“Yes Steve, I’ll be good, I promise I will be.”

I turned to Edward, “What have you got in mind for her tonight?” I asked.

“Once I’ve finished fucking her arse she’ll have to put the plug back in.” He laughed.  Donna groaned in misery.  “Then I’m going to take some pictures of her tits for the boys at school.”

“You’re showing your mates the pictures?” I asked with a grin.

“Showing them?  Selling them more like!  My mate Brian has always said he’d like to see her tits, so I told him today that he can have some photos at a quid each.  He’s already paid for five, so I’ll let him have them tomorrow.” He grinned.

Donna looked up at me beseechingly, “Please Steve, please don’t let him do that.  Please Steve.  Just the thought of him selling pictures of me to boys at school, oh God, it’s just awful. Oh please make him stop, please Steve.  Please?”

“If that’s what Edward thinks you deserve, then that’s what you’ll get.  I expect you to behave yourself and co-operate fully with him, got that?”

Her bottom lip trembled, then the tears began to flow again, “Yes Steve.” She sobbed.  I smiled to myself, then left the room.  As I closed the door I heard Edward grunt and say, “Have that then you bitch!” as he shot his load into her arse and Donna sobbed miserably.

I made my way to the workshop where Hannah was waiting patiently for me.  She looked delicious in her long dark blue skirt and pale green top, her nipples clearly visible beneath the fabric.

“Are you ready for this then?” I smiled at her.

“Oh yes please Steve!” She beamed.

“Well you’d better take your things off then and get ready.”

She pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her firm your tits.  She had put her leash on, and her swollen pink nipples looked tender and appealing.  She opened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then bent to pick it up.  Beneath the fabric of her black knickers I could clearly see the shape of the plug buried in her tight hole.  She dropped her skirt onto a bench, then pushed her knickers down, stepped out of them and put them on the pile of discarded clothing.  Then she looked at me hungrily.

“Shoes off as well.” I ordered.  She kicked them off and shivered as her feet touched the cold concrete floor.

“You’d better take that plug out for a while too.” I commented.  She immediately reached behind her and gently pulled the plug from her arse, then she looked ‘round for somewhere to put it.  After a moment’s pause she placed it gently on top of her discarded knickers, then turned to face me.  I picked up the length of garden cane I’d previously used to torment Donna with.  I grinned to myself as I wondered how Richard would feel if he knew I was using it on the bare arses of his wife and daughter!

“Bend over then.” I said quietly.

Hannah trembled slightly, then bent at the waist.  She shuffled her feet until they were shoulder width apart, then grabbed her ankles.  “I’m ready Steve.”  She said timidly.

I stood behind her and admired the view.  Her shapely arse was presented perfectly, and her smooth pink pussy was clearly visible.  I slashed at the air with the cane, making it sing.  Hannah flinched with each stroke.  Then I placed it against her tender skin.  “I’m going to give you six strokes and you will count each one out loud, understand?”

“Yes Steve.”

I raised the cane and brought it smartly down on her skin. She gasped with shock, then whimpered as the pain hit.  “One, thank you Steve.”  She said, her voice thin and breathless.  I watched the thin white line on her skin turn to a warm pink, then delivered the next blow.

“Aaahhhh! Two, thank you Steve.” She gasped.

After the fifth stroke she was gasping and panting, her arse wriggling around as she struggled to cope with the pain.  “Are you ready for the last one, Hannah?” I asked sternly.

“Yes Steve.” She gasped.

I brought the cane down on the middle of her cheeks.  She moaned softly, then slowly stood up, looked me in the eye and said, “Six, thank you Steve.”  She reached behind her and gently rubbed at her tender flesh. She winced at her own touch, then slipped a hand between her legs and stroked her pussy.

“How was that?” I grinned at her.

She smiled back, her eyes widening as she touched her clit, “Oh that was wonderful, Steve! Absolutely fantastic!”  I grinned at her, amazed at how quickly she had become used to pain as a stimulant for pleasure.

“Steve, could I ask for one more thing please?” She asked timidly.

“What is it?”

She held out her camera to me, “Will you take some pictures of my bum please!”  She looked at me for a moment, then began to giggle shyly.  “I know it sounds weird, but I want to look at them later.  Please Steve?”

I took the camera and she turned around, presenting her hot, red cheeks to me.  I took a couple of pictures, then told her to bend over.  She did at once, thrusting her arse towards me.  “Spread your legs apart so I can see your pussy.” I urged.  She shuddered, then spread her thighs wide.  I took a couple more photos.  “Wider!” I demanded, “And reach down and open your pussy lips.”

She sighed with pleasure as she shuffled her feet wide apart, then slipped her hand between her legs and opened her lips.  I zoomed in, focusing on the pink, moist lips.  As I photographed her she slipped two fingers into her pussy and purred with pleasure.  Moments later she bent double and put both hands on her cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her puckered hole.  “Is this ok, Steve?” She asked, looking at me over her shoulder.  I lifted the camera and took a shot of her pretty face, then smiled at her.  “Just fine!” I grinned, “Now turn around, I want some of the front.”

She turned to face me, pushing her tits towards the camera.  Then she began to pull on her leash, stretching her tits and pulling on her nipples.  I took a couple more pictures, then put the camera down.  She let go of her leash and sighed with pleasure once more.  “That was fabulous! Can I see the pictures?”  She asked eagerly.

“Not yet, I’ve got a surprise for you.” I grinned.  She looked at me lustfully.  “Pull your tits again, I like that!” I laughed.  She immediately began to tug on the leash, lifting her tits high.  Without warning I slapped each tit hard.  She gasped with pain, her eyes wide with shock.  She bit down on her bottom lip, then thrust her tits towards me again.  I gave her another couple of slaps to each one.  “You like that?” I grinned.

“Mmmmm!” She nodded, grinning sheepishly, “The pain travels from here.” She cupped her tits and stroked her nipples, “Right the way down to here!” She giggled as she traced a line down to her wet slit.  As she ran her finger over her clit she closed her eyes and moaned softly.  I slapped her tits again, delivering several stinging blows to her firm globes.  She began to rub her clit, her face furrowed with concentration.  I reached out and pinched both her nipples tightly.  Her eyes opened wide as I pinched and pulled her tender flesh.  “Oh my God!” She hissed, “Oh I’m coming Steve!”  She let out a series of whimpers and moans, then clamped her legs together tightly, rocking her hips back and forth on the hand still jammed between her thighs and leaning back, pulling her nipples still tighter. 

After several moments her climax subsided and she fell forward into my arms with a satisfied sigh.  “Oh wow! Oh that was just fantastic!” She gasped.   She lay against me, her body trembling from time to time as she came down from her orgasm.  “Steve, am I weird?” She asked suddenly.

“No, why do you ask?” I laughed.

“Well there can’t be many people who get off on being hurt, can there?  I mean, who’d believe anyone could enjoy being caned, and having their boobs slapped and their nipples pinched like that?” She sounded worried.

“There’s probably more than you think.” I grinned, “Besides, if you like it, and no one else is getting hurt, where’s the harm?”

She looked up at me and relief surged across her face, “You truly think so?”  She asked, “I’m not some sort of nut case?”

“Definitely not!  Lots of people like that sort of thing, or they would do if they had the courage to try it.” I smiled.

“I want to go further.” She announced, “I want to try everything.”  She giggled deliciously. 

“What do you have in mind next then?” I grinned at her.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, “But when I find out, will you do it to me, Steve? Please?”

“I know what I want you to do next.”

“What? Tell me Steve, please.”  She begged.

“I want you to set that camcorder up, and then play with yourself.  Use your eggs and vibrator, anything you like.  And while you’re playing with yourself talk about your fantasies, tell me what you want to do, what you imagine doing.  Make sure you climax, ok?”

She shuddered again, “Oh yes Steve, oh I’ll do it tonight Steve, I promise.”

“Good. Now get dressed.” I ordered.

“But you haven’t come yet.” She protested, “I want to make you come.”

“Well then we’d better go to your room, hadn’t we?” I smiled.

She quickly pulled on her knickers, wincing again as the fabric touched her tender skin, then her T-shirt and skirt.  She picked up her plug, then took my hand and began to lead me back to the house, a seductive look on her face.  As soon as we were in her room she stripped again, then sank to her knees in front of me.  She leaned forward and kissed the front of my trousers, then began to open them.  She freed my straining cock and immediately began to suck it hungrily.  In moments she was gasping and panting with desire.

“Oh God Steve, oh I love your cock, it’s so big, and stiff and lovely!” She gasped, “Do you want me to suck you off?  I’ll swallow all of your lovely come, I promise. Oh God I love the taste of your cock and your come!”

“No, tonight I want to lie on the bed and I want you to put it up your arse and fuck me ‘til I come!” I grinned.

She gasped with desire then got to her feet.  She followed me over to the bed and watched as I took off my clothes and lay back. Then she positioned herself over me and took hold of my shaft firmly.  She sank down until my glans was just touching her puckered hole, then looked over her shoulder at me, “Are you ready my darling?” She sighed happily.  I nodded, then she began to sink down onto my shaft, easing it into her slowly.

She moaned and sighed with pleasure as she felt me going deeper and deeper, then began to rock her hips back and forth.  She placed her hands on my knees to steady herself, then began to fuck me in earnest.  Soon she was bouncing up and down on my cock, gyrating her hips, and reaching between my legs to stroke my balls. 

“Oh I love it when your cock is up my arse!” She gasped, “It feels so big and stiff and hot!”

I reached out and traced the lines I’d made with the cane across her cheeks.  She gasped with pain and pleasure and drove her arse down onto my shaft. “Oh yes! Oh that feels so good!” She moaned, “Oh do it some more, Steve, please.”

I slapped each cheek in turn, making her gasp and whimper.  “Tell me how you like to have your tits slapped.”  I groaned.

“Oh Jesus, it was so wonderful.” She sighed, “It was like electric shocks going from my tits to my pussy, and I felt myself getting so turned on, and my clit was throbbing.” She shuddered.  “Oh my God, I’d never felt anything like that in my life before. Oh Jesus! Oh Steve, can I play with my clit?  Please Steve, can I?” She whined.

“Go ahead!” I chuckled.

She thrust her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit furiously.  She was bouncing faster and faster on my cock, I could feel her sphincter gripping my shaft tightly.  I felt myself starting to come.  I gripped her hips and drove her down onto my shaft so that I was in her up to the hilt. She wailed with pleasure, still frantically rubbing her sensitive button. I started to come.  As soon as she felt my first spurt inside her she climaxed too, gasping and sobbing.  I sent spurt after spurt of jism deep into her, holding her in place until I finally subsided.

As I lay back on the bed, gasping for breath, she reached between my legs and gently stroked my balls. “Oh my God, that was just fantastic!” She gasped, “Oh I love you, and your lovely cock!”  She slowly lifted herself off my shaft, sighing happily, then knelt between my thighs and said softly, “Let me clean you up a bit my darling.”  She began to lick my shaft and balls, then sucked my glans lovingly.  She wrapped her tongue along the entire length of my shaft, licking it clean.  After a few moments she paused, then leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, “Thank you so much!” She said to it, a loving smile on her face.

After a few more minutes I got dressed.  Before I left her room she slipped the plug back into her tight hole with a knowing smile, then reached out for the camcorder.  “I think I’m going to be busy tonight!” She grinned shyly.

“Well, enjoy yourself.” I smiled back.

“Oh, don’t worry, I intend to!” She smiled.

As I left the house I met Donna.  She looked at me, then quickly looked away, blushing deeply.  I smiled to myself at her obvious discomfort, and wondered what Edward had in store for her over the next few days.

Some time after I got back to Sally’s house she arrived home, looking nervous.  “Steve? Can I speak to you please?” She asked timidly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked cheerfully.

“Steve, will you tell me something, and be honest?”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, it’s like this, Steve.” She began nervously, “Richard came over this evening, and he made me watch a film. I didn’t know what it was at first, but when it started I knew at once what it was.  You see, you remember that night when you took me to that shop you know, where I bought my vibrator?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well when I went there that night, I tried on a few things, different outfits and underwear.”  She hesitated.

“Go on, Sal.” I smiled to myself.

“Well, when I was there I got all hot and bothered, you know, turned on?  You know what I’m like these days, and I, er, well I sort of had a fiddle when I was in the changing room.”  She blushed.

“So?  Why are you telling me this, Sal?”

She blushed again and looked away, “Well it seems I was being filmed.  While I was in the changing room, I mean.  Someone made a film of me in there, and they caught everything, I mean everything, Steve.”

I pretended to look surprised, “You mean you were filmed playing with yourself?”  She nodded.  “In the changing room of the shop?” She nodded again.  “And somehow Richard’s got hold of a copy?”

“Yes.” She whispered, “I don’t know how he got it, he wouldn’t tell me who gave it to him, only that it was a friend.  But it may be someone who knows me Steve.” She glanced at me with a worried face.  “I swear I didn’t know there was a camera in there, Steve, honestly I didn’t.”

“And Richard made you watch it here, tonight?”

“Yes. He made me watch it all, everything.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders.  “Oh God, it was just awful.  You could see everything.  God I feel so stupid.  How could I not have seen a bloody camera in there?  I just sat there feeling so sick and ashamed.” She shuddered at the memory.

“And how did you feel by the end?” I asked with a grin.

She smiled sadly, “You know me too well now, Steve.  By the end I was feeling really turned on.  Richard guessed too, and I tried to deny it, but he knew better and he proved it.”

I played dumb, “How did he prove it?” I asked.

She sighed heavily.  “He made me stand in front of him and take my jeans down.  Then he pulled my knickers down and felt my pussy.” She said quickly.  “Of course he knew then.  I was soaking!  Then he made me admit that I was turned on by doing it.  That I love to feel dirty and ashamed.  And he was playing with my pussy and stroking my clit, and it felt so nice, and I, er, well I, er…”

“Come on, out with it.” I barked.

“Well I said that I wanted to do it again, I mean play with myself while someone watched, and I said that I’d do it anytime he wanted, anywhere. I promised him, Steve, promised him that I would do that whenever he wanted me to.”

“And then?”

“I came, I mean he made me come.  And then…”

“Yes?”

“He said I was to go out with him, like we did before.  He calls it ‘dogging’, and he told me what to wear, and he said that I was going to put on a show for whoever was there.”

“And did you?”

“Yes.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.  “We drove for about an hour to the same place we went to last time.  All the way there he made me tell him how I like to feel ashamed, how I get turned on by all the things I’ve done, I mean, we’ve done, I mean the things I’ve done with both of you, oh I don’t know what I mean anymore.” She put her head in her hands for a moment, then resumed.  “He said that when we got there I was to look like I was enjoying myself.  He said he didn’t want me looking like I was being forced to do that.  And he said I was to make sure I put on a good show.”

“So what happened?”

“Well when we got there about eight or ten men surrounded the car, and Richard told me to get on with it.  So I took my clothes off and lay back in the seat, then I opened my legs, and just, well, er, did it.”

“You played with yourself while they watched?”

“Yes.” She sighed, her entire body heaved.

“Did you come?” 

She nodded.  “Then he made me take his cock out and suck him until he came.” She paused for a moment.  “I know you must think I’m a total slut, Steve, and I’m really, really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sal, I understand.”

Her eyes widened with shock.  “You understand? You mean you don’t mind?”

“Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, is there Sal?”

“But I thought you’d be mad at me, or that you’d think I’d gone too far this time.  I can’t believe you’re being so good to me.  I really don’t deserve you.” She said lovingly.

“You really did enjoy doing that, didn’t you?” I smiled at her.

She nodded her head.  “Are you sure you don’t mind?” She asked quietly.

“If that’s what you like, then go for it!” I grinned, “In fact, I think you should do it as much as you like.”

She stared at me in amazement, “Really?  You really think it’s ok for me to do that?”

“Sure, why not?  You don’t even have to wait for Richard to take you to these places, you could do it on your own.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere.  Drive yourself out somewhere and go to it!” I laughed.

She looked stunned at the prospect.  “I could, couldn’t I?” She said thoughtfully, “I could find out where some more of those places are and go there myself.”

“Or I could arrange somewhere for you to put on a show.” I suggested.

“Like where?”

“Well the shop where you were filmed for a start!” I laughed.

“Oh God, I couldn’t go there.  Christ, doing it there, in front of all those dirty old men? No, I couldn’t.” She gasped.

“Well they’ve probably watched you doing it already, haven’t they?” I suggested.  She looked puzzled for a moment, “Well you were filmed there, weren’t you.  Bob’s probably been showing that film in his shop, so there’s no way of knowing who’s seen it, is there?”

She gasped with shock, “Oh Jesus Christ, I never thought of that. Oh dear God, how many people could have seen that?” She looked appalled.

“It doesn’t matter now, Sal.  It’s like when you go dogging, there’s no way of knowing who’s watching, is there? But it still gets you off, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, but…”

“So imagine doing a special show, at the shop. Bob could close the shop for the evening, have a special invited audience, and then you could come on, and do your stuff.  They’d love it, and you’d love it.  What’s wrong with that?”

“Jesus, I don’t know Steve.  It seems a bit too much for me.” She said warily, “What if someone I know is there, and I see them? I’d never be able to look them in the eye again.”

“Yes you would!  You’d probably invite them back for a private viewing!” I laughed.

After a moment’s pause, she laughed too, “I said you were turning me into a nympho, didn’t I?  Now look, you’ve got me doing the most outrageous things in public, and you’re talking me into being a porn star!”

“I’ll speak to Bob tomorrow, shall I? See what we can do?”

“Well, I, er, I still don’t know about this, Steve.” She said slowly, “I mean, what about Richard, won’t he be upset?”

“You leave Richard to me, Sal, I guarantee he’ll be fine with this.”

Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes glittered with excitement.  “I think I need to go to bed now, Steve, it’s been a very strange day!”  She giggled, before making her way upstairs.