Chapter Five.
Beverley awoke the following morning at about nine-o-clock. She tentatively
stretched and discovered that she ached all over. Her bottom was still sore from
the beating and she hadn't got all the sperm off her body and it had dried on
her.
She looked at her bed companions and they were still sleeping peacefully.
Then she dared to think about the night previous and discovered, to her horror,
that she still felt the same way as she did then. Beverley had been under the
impression that a good night's rest would rid her of this feeling but it wasn't
the case.
She thought resignedly that the promised matinee Elizabeth had volunteered
her for would now materialise.
Just then Jennifer came to the door and held her finger to her lips to
indicate silence. She stood in the doorway completely naked, seeming not to mind
that Don or her father could wake up at any time. Beverley couldn't help but
notice how beautiful she was. Jennifer had a youthful figure and larger breasts
than Beverley. She was still too young to have grown much pubic hair but there
was a certain amount growing around the delicate little slit. Her pink clitoris
peeked out at Beverley as Jennifer indicated for her to follow her into the
bathroom.
When they entered the bathroom, Beverley was grateful to see that Jennifer
had drawn a hot bath. They both stepped into the tub and relaxed. Beverley could
feel the aches and pains of the previous night easing as Jennifer soaped her
thoroughly.
When they had both finished, they stepped out and towelled each other down
till their naked bodies glowed again with good health.
Jennifer tiptoed off and returned with Beverley's rings, slipping them on her
finger as if the two of them were getting married.
Beverley felt very grateful to Jennifer for her kindness.
When they left the bathroom, they discovered that Elizabeth was up. She
looked stunning as usual dressed in a translucent, pink peignoir and high heeled
mules.
"Good morning dear," she said, "I hope you are feeling up to the day."
Wondering what to call her Beverley tried "Yes Miss," as her pupils called
her at school.
"Good," exclaimed Elizabeth, "I've got some very exclusive designs for you
to wear this morning."
Wondering if she was going to be a little girl again or Postman Pat, Beverley
was surprised and pleased to see that Elizabeth was laying out adult clothes for
her.
She gave Beverley and Jennifer a pair of fluffy high heeled mules each and
told them. "We'll keep you both nude for the moment. I must have a shower so
Jennifer can make you breakfast and prepare you."
With that mysterious remark Elizabeth went into the bathroom. Jennifer made
toast and coffee whilst the other members of the household drifted in slowly,
appreciating the sight of Beverley and Jennifer naked.
Jennifer didn't seem to mind that her father and younger brother were
admiring her nakedness, in fact she seemed to be flaunting it in their faces.
Beverley put it down to the drugs she'd been inadvertently fed. They'd certainly
got rid of any inhibitions.
Jennifer combed Beverley's fair hair and styled it back into the chignon that
Beverley had affected the previous day, the two long wavy extensions framing her
lovely features. She then carefully applied very pale foundation powder to
Beverley's face and accentuated her classic eyebrows and eyelashes with mascara,
adding a deep blue shading to set off Beverley's perfect eyes.
Jennifer used a lipstick paint to define Beverley's lips with dark red
lipstick, matching the colour exactly with precisely brushed on nail varnish on
her now shorter nails.
Allowing it to dry, Beverley let the two men and David view her naked body,
feeling no reserve at all about so doing.
Elizabeth walked back into the room at that moment completely nude save for
her high heels.
Looking totally unconcerned that her son was eyeing her with more than a
little interest she said, "My, my. We are looking very pretty today. As you've
discovered, that muck Sydney brought back doesn't wear off overnight. Jennifer
and I have been fed some before so we're used to it. You, on the other hand, are
a first timer so it could take you any way. I know of a woman who ended up in
the hospital as a screaming nymphomaniac, but that was an extreme case. Yours,
at the very extreme, will last a week or two with recurrences from time to time
afterwards.
Elizabeth eyed Beverley avariciously and went on. "You seem to have been
affected in a different way. You appear to need humiliation and pain. You also
drop into any part that is suggested to you to play. That's all to our benefit
darling."
"As long as the pain and humiliation are sex connected, I don't mind," said
Beverley, "I won't be humiliated in any other way. I don't intend to become
someone's skivvy...Miss," she added as an afterthought
"As long as your our whore for now." Elizabeth said. "You can get her ready
now Jennifer. The pub opens again in half an hour and I did promise.
Beverley had been admiring Elizabeth's body during her monologue. Elizabeth's
pregnancy's, like Beverley's, had left no stretch marks on her soft, white skin.
Her breasts were reasonably large and a little pendulous, with large, brown
nipples that were stiff from exposure Beverley felt a frisson of excitement
just admiring her. Elizabeth seemed to sense this and said, "Come here Beverley
and kiss me."
Beverley walked obediently over to Elizabeth and kissed her gently on her
lovely mouth. Elizabeth's mouth opened and Beverley thrust her tongue inside
urgently. She felt Elizabeth's hands on her breasts and felt the warm gush of
milk flow out.
Elizabeth broke away and said, "We don't want to ruin your make up for the
show. Now do we?"
"No Miss," Beverley replied submissively.
"Right Jennifer. Get her ready and...Beverley. Every time you want to go wee
from now on you ask one of us first. Is that understood?."
"Yes Miss," Beverley said in a small voice. She walked to the door with
Jennifer, stroking lightly between her legs for the benefit of the two men and
the boy. The craving ache was increasing inside her.
Beverley and Jennifer went into the bedroom where Elizabeth had laid out the
outfit designated for Beverley.
Beverley was handed a brief, pink garter belt and grey nylon stockings which
she slipped on, the garter belt having little fancy silk covers over the
catches. Next came a beautiful pair of pink silk French knickers that came up to
her navel but were flared loose at the tops of her legs. They were part of a
matching set, the pink silk brassiere cupping her small breasts and outlining
her hard nipples.
Jennifer handed her a lovely figure hugging petticoat in a fragile white
material that Beverley couldn't identify. It proved to be knee length with a low
scoop on her breasts and two thin silk straps delicately holding her slim, white
shoulders.
Beverley completed the ensemble with a dainty pair of grey, high heeled
shoes. A slim, grey knee length skirt came over her slightly swelling tummy to
end, zipped up the back, just below her breasts. Her upper half was in a thin,
white sleeveless blouse covered by a pink, rayon bolero jacket with
three-quarter length flared sleeves and white, satin elbow length gloves.
After Jennifer had put the icing on the cake with a large brimmed, white
straw hat Beverley looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with some
amusement, "I look ready for a day at Ascot, not displaying myself for the
amusement of them at the pub."
Jennifer, applying a little more pale face powder, and defining Beverley's
lip line with the crimson lip paint said, "You look stunning. Mummy wants you to
look far too upper class for any of them so I would advise you to go along with
that. Don't forget, Mummy will find out if you go for a pee without any of us
being told. You're just to drink plenty of lemonade till we join you in the pub.
It was the first intimation that Beverley had that she would be going to the
pub on her own to begin with. "Meet us in the snug bar," Jennifer told her.
When Beverley entered the living room, she could see how her new look
impressed them all. David looked positively love struck.
"Right darling," Elizabeth said. Still naked as was Jennifer. "Don't forget
your instructions and, if you have any difficulty getting into the snug mention
Terry's name."
With that Beverley let herself out of the back door, into the leafy lane that
lead to the pub.
As she strolled up the lane she noticed that, whilst the weather was
seasonably warm it had clouded over somewhat as though for a summer
thunderstorm.
Not wishing to spoil her lovely new outfit she hurried to the pub before the
first, fat splashes of rain hit the ground.
Going into the pub Beverley noticed how crowded it was and guessed wryly,
that there had been some word of mouth advertisement going on. Making her way to
the snug bar, Beverley was stopped at the door by a barman she recognised from
the night previous. He didn't seem to recognise Beverley and, after giving her
an appreciative glance, said "You can go in anytime beautiful."
Taking a pair of sunglasses out of her purse Beverley gave him a cool look
and went to the bar.
She sat on a bar stool and ordered a large lemonade, making an excuse about
driving, and sat back.
No one seemed to connect this beautiful stranger to the sex show of the
previous night and Beverley relaxed and crossed her flawless legs, feeling the
pure silk of her knickers slide off her pubic area under her skirt. It gave her
a very erotic thrill to know that under her immaculate skirt, her narrow silk
gusset had slithered to one side and had bared her vagina. She hugged this
secret knowledge to herself, coolly looking around.
Mindful of Elizabeth's admonition not to go to the toilet Beverley felt
slightly uncomfortable but, perversely ordered another large lemonade and
uncrossed her legs, hooking her high heels over the chair bar and allowing her
knees to part.
With her hand on her lap Beverley surreptitiously eased the silky gusset of
her knickers all the way over to one side, baring her wet swollen pussy again
under her skirt and petticoat. She could feel a soft breeze waft up her skirt
every time the door opened, playing on her bare vagina. It gave Beverley an
enormous thrill but she kept her face composed and expressionless as instructed
by Elizabeth.
Just then an obnoxious type came and stood beside Beverley and ordered a
drink. He turned to her with a knowing leer and said in a patronising fashion...
"I shouldn't hang around here too long darling. There's going to be a show
for the boys later. It's not for the likes of pretty ladies like yourself."
Looking at him coldly through her sunglasses, Beverley snapped, "First of
all, I'm not your darling. Secondly, I notice that I'm not the only female in
the bar, so you can just shut up and go."
The man flushed and moved a little way down the bar from her. If he only knew
how my cunt was soaking under my skirt Beverley thought, thankful that he
didn't. He wasn't Beverley's type at all.
Just then Elizabeth's quiet voice said in Beverley ear, "I know that Tom's an
odious toad but he's going to have you. He's probably got the biggest prick this
side of the Thames."
Beverley looked around and saw that Elizabeth and Jennifer were stood there.
"My God," breathed Elizabeth, "You look absolutely stunning. Have you obeyed
my orders about going to the toilet? ."
Beverley nodded, "Yes Miss," even then not letting her features slip but
keeping the coldly aristocratic look on her face. "I suppose you want me to
drink another lemonade Miss." she added.
Elizabeth bought her another, pausing to talk to Terry behind the bar and
handing him a parcel.
"Right" said Elizabeth, handing Beverley the lemonade, "I don't want you to
engage Tom there in conversation, but I do want him to see the goods as it were.
Sort of show yourself to him by accident if you know what I mean. I want that
bastard all steamed up and thinking he's not going to get any action.
Beverley looked at Elizabeth in dismay, "But he's repulsive Miss. I couldn't
fancy him at all."
"It's not a matter of who you fancy young lady." Elizabeth said sharply,
"It's a matter of who I fancy to humiliate you with. Don't forget you became my
toy when you fancied shagging my husband. The attraction for you is it will be
the biggest humiliation yet. I know how that drug works and how you will be
feeling at the moment. Just think about it."
Beverley pondered what Elizabeth had said, finishing her drink off and
receiving another. She had to admit that she craved debasement of every kind.
She glanced thoughtfully at Tom, who was eyeing her surreptitiously.
Grudgingly conceding Elizabeth's argument, Beverley looked away from him
stonily and twisted her upper body to the bar. As if by chance her skirt gaped
at the hem. She could feel Tom's hot inspection of her nylon-covered legs and
allowed her knees to part, permitting her inner thigh above the tops of her
stockings to show. From their position at the bar only Tom could see this and
thought he was getting a free, secret look at a beautiful and unsuspecting
female's legs.
Beverley allowed him to gaze on as she looked into the bar mirror, noticing
that Elizabeth was joining Don and Sydney at a small table. She casually moved
her right foot up to the rung above on the seat. Tom sat down at a small table
situated on the bend of the bar. Now he was there, a position Beverley needed to
give him a very private and exclusive show.
Unseen to Tom, Beverley's right hand crept over the top of her right thigh on
the other side of her skirt from him. She managed, with small jerks, to
completely pull the very narrow gusset of her pink knickers away from the front,
baring her soaking vagina.
Ever so slowly, Beverley moved her legs in his direction, as if in an
absent-minded fashion. She knew from his laboured breathing that he was looking
right up her skirt to her hairy cunt. Out of the corner of her eye she could see
that he had an enormous erection under his trousers. Cruelly she turned away
just as Terry was announcing the start of the lunchtime entertainment. He
flicked a switch and the large screen lit up with a huge picture of her posing
as a small child.
Watching Tom with interest she saw that he did not connect the girl on the
screen with her. However, since his interest was momentarily on the TV, Beverley
got up and went to the ladies.
No sooner was she in there than Jennifer came in. "Mummy said."
"I know what Mummy said," parroted Beverley, pulling up her skirt, "But Mummy
also said I have to tease that moron out there and, I seem to have competition
with my TV image at the moment."
Beverley had pulled her skirt and petticoat up to her waist, revealing her
now wet silk knickers.
"We've brought some more knickers for you," observed Jennifer.
"At the moment I'm more concerned about these," murmured Beverley, catching
hold of the thin gusset and pulling it tight up into her swollen slit. Her pink,
wet clitoris stood out proud, like a glistening tongue. She took two hair-clips
from her purse and pinned each leg of her knickers to her garter belt.
Before Beverley could push down her skirt again Jennifer stopped her, "My
God, you are beautiful like that." Beverley stood with her legs apart. The pink
and grey outfit and stylish hat contrasting glaringly with the sluttish way she
had her skirts hiked up and her vagina bulging forward invitingly.
"Back to work," she said wryly, pushing her skirt down and heading for the
door.
As she returned to her seat, she saw Tom lecherously looking at her sexy
sway. She gave him a cold glare and arranged herself on her seat in a modest
fashion for the moment.
The film was on either the fourth or fifth man fucking her so she knew she
had plenty of time to tease him.
As for Tom. He just couldn't believe his luck. He'd caught the classiest
woman in the bar, inadvertently exposing her most private parts to him.
When he noticed her go to the toilet, he had a quick word with the barmaid
and got her to turn on the lights below the bar counter on the customer's side,
shifting the woman's seat a shade outwards at the same time.
Resuming his privileged place he saw her return and take her seat again. He
was disappointed to see that her skirt was now modestly down to her knees and he
gave his attention back to the video of the gorgeous slut from the previous
night. A pleasure he had unfortunately missed.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the woman change position. She had
again accidentally allowed her skirt to ride up those gorgeous legs and was
allowing Tom the sight of her white thighs above her stockings.
This time the concealed lighting threw a spotlight on the area giving Tom a
clear view. As he watched the woman changed position slightly. Tom had to stop
himself from falling off his seat. She had moved her right leg up to the upper
rung and Tom could see her hairy cunt. Her knickers must have been drawn up too
far in the toilet and the centre piece had caught in her crack, emphasising the
swollen lips either side.
Tom took a quick glance at her to see if she suspected anything. She sat
calmly, sipping her drink. Her fashionable white hat shading her sunglasses,
making her features unreadable. Everything was so correct. Her stylish outfit
declaring her to be a member of the smart set with only Tom being privy to her
unintentional lapse. He settled back to enjoy the two shows.
Beverley knew she had the bastards sly attentions as she continued to gaze
stonily into the mirror at the rear of the bar.
She felt her vagina beginning to pulse again with the attention, as if it had
a life of it's own. She watched the video of herself through the mirror to the
end, drinking two more large lemonades in the process and allowing Tom to drool
over her naked cunt.
When the show was over, Elizabeth and Terry took the small stage. "Did
everyone enjoy the show?" asked Terry with a lecherous smile. Amid a chorus of
approval Elizabeth broke in, "The young ladies name is Beverley, and she has
graced us with her presence today."
Beverley saw everyone looking round in vain to see who it was and was
gratified that no one connected her new image with the insatiable nymphet on the
screen.
"I can see that your all wondering who the little lady can be," said
Elizabeth, "There can't be many cunts like that around now can there?." Amidst
some laughter Elizabeth went on, "Will the real Beverley stand up please?."
After a little hesitation, Beverley got off the bar stool and approached the
stage. She saw that this revelation had knocked Tom, and a few others sideways.
Beverley stood beside Terry and Elizabeth passively as Elizabeth described
her various attributes, physically accompanying her discourse with actions.
"You all want proof that this is the young lady in question of course," said
Elizabeth. Turning to Beverley, she ordered, "Beverley. Pull up your skirt!."
Looking nervously around, Beverley hesitated. "Get your skirt up now you
slut" commanded Elizabeth imperiously.
Beverley looked the very antithesis of a slut as she stood there in front of
them all, her stylish outfit, gloves and hat reflecting more a society lady than
anything else.
She reached down to the hem of her grey dress and pulled it up slowly, past
the tops of her stockings to her waist, gathering her petticoat with it along
the way. The hair-clips had fallen out on the way to the stage, so she stood
there showing off her frilly French knickers to the crowd.
"Now for the famous cunt," Elizabeth relentlessly continued, "What have we to
do next you whore? ."
"Pull my knickers down Miss" said Beverley timidly.
"Well then. Don't let me stop you" invited Elizabeth.
Beverley took hold of the waistband of her knickers and, holding her skirt
and petticoat up with her elbows, pushed her knickers down over her belly, past
her abundant pubic hair, to her knees.
"Now let everyone see your hole you little cunt" Elizabeth went on, "In fact
let them see both holes and spread them well."
Beverley put her gloved fingers on either side of her moist slit, spread her
legs wide apart, and pulled her nether lips open. She looked down at herself and
was surprised to see that she was coming almost as much as a man. Thick wet
vaginal juices were seeping out of her cunt and down the insides of her white
thighs.
Turning her back to the audience she bent over and again spread her legs wide
apart. Bringing her hands round the outside of her bottom, she took hold of
each cheek and pulled them open displaying her tight, puckered anus. Beverley
could see the large screen in front of her and was surprised to observe that a
huge, blown up picture of her disgraceful position was being screened. Bent over
with her skirt and petticoat hauled up, her knickers round by her knees and her
wide-open backside pulled apart, displaying her nether regions in living colour.
"Right Beverley," came the gloating voice of Elizabeth, "Turn and face the
customers. You can retain that position and take off your right glove."
Beverley, still bent over, turned and placed her legs apart again, still
pulling the cheeks of her bum open. She saw that Terry had pulled a TV monitor,
with built in camera from the side and had placed it in front of her. He fiddled
with a switch and her lovely, agonised face faded off screen to be replaced with
the view of her behind again, this time with one hand bare
"Right you bitch," said Elizabeth, unscrewing a vase of Vaseline. "Dip your
middle finger into this and screw yourself from the rear."
Looking from the TV monitor to the rapt audience, Beverley put her middle
finger into the jar and then placed it against her arsehole. Screwing up her
eyes she pushed her finger into her hole and, after getting over the initial
pain, started to work it in and out. Her beautiful blue eyes darting round the
room to observe the reaction. It seemed to be one of enthralled attention.
She could see herself on the monitor, pushing her sticky finger in and out of
her arsehole at an ever increasing speed, gasping and moaning as her vagina
seemed to pick up the rhythm and oozed her juices out.
Before Beverley could achieve any climax Elizabeth ordered her to withdraw
her finger and appealed to the customers.
"Do you want a repeat of last night's potty performance?" she asked,
producing the chamber pot.
Amidst general approbation Elizabeth stood Beverley upright, placed the
chamber pot on the stage and took hold of Beverley's knees at the rear. Pulling
her knees as wide apart as she could, Elizabeth lifted Beverley up and dangled
her over the pot. Beverley looked down at her soaking cunt and the potty
beneath. Then she pulled the lips open with her fingers on each side and started
to urinate into the pot, again looking around the audience, desperately seeking
approval for her sluttish behaviour.
Apart from one or two embarrassed people there seemed to be a general air of
lustful endorsement of her actions. She must have looked an unusually erotic
sight swinging in front of Elizabeth. A sophisticated lady, dressed in the
height of fashion with her knickers round her knees, peeing copiously into a
chamber pot.
Feeling her urine trickling to a halt Beverley released the sides of her cunt
and indicated to Elizabeth that she had finished. Elizabeth allowed her to stand
up and said, "Pull your knickers up for the moment slut.?"
Whilst Beverley was pulling up her knickers and smoothing her skirts down,
Elizabeth was instructing her in what was expected of her that lunchtime.
It seemed she required Beverley to circulate the room, offering her favours
to anyone interested but starting off with the one person Beverley did not
like... Tom.
"Don't forget to ask them all if you can please take your knickers off for
them now" cautioned Elizabeth as Beverley stepped off the stage to urgent calls
from all round the bar for her attention.
She looked the smart city type again with her fashionable hat still in place,
both gloves now removed ready for action.
Beverley made her way reluctantly to Tom's small table by the bar. Eyeing her
coldly he said with some bitterness "So you have to be ordered to service me
eh?. Like a female stud."
Beverley, equally as cool replied, "Well!, I'm here now. What do you want me
to do?. I suppose you want me to lower my knickers?."
Tom looked spitefully at her, "Lady; you've already done that to please all
these people. I don't need you to do it again."
"Good" said Beverley, and turned to leave.
"Just a moment you cow" came Elizabeth's voice from the stage.
Beverley looked round and saw that Elizabeth and Terry were still on the
stage. Terry was still videoing all the action from a hand held camera, also two
or three strategically placed cameras around the pub. It was like being in an
impromptu stage play Beverley thought.
"You service Tom or suffer the consequences. Do you understand bitch?."
Beverley nodded quickly, "Yes Miss." Tom looked narrowly at her. He now
knew who was jerking her strings.
Well he wasn't going to turn this choice piece of luck down but first of all
he'd have her screaming for it. Tom would make sure it was the dirtiest fuck
she'd had, after the patronising way he'd been treated by her.
Beverley knew that she was trapped. She now had to somehow make up to this
odious bastard. Looking into the large, colour screen of the TV behind the stage
she noted that, after all she had subjected herself to, she still looked
elegant. Taking her lipstick tube from her purse and repairing her lips, she
said, in a soft voice, "Don't you want me to do something special, Just for you
Tom?. Something you can ask me to do that no one else has thought of?."
Tom studied her attractive figure awhile and murmured, "To begin with you
can drop that indulgent tone and talk dirty when you mean it."
Beverley, somewhat encouraged said, "Sure Tom. Is it a good fuck you want?.
I'll do anything that pleases you."
Tom glanced at her skirt, "To begin with you can masturbate yourself. Start
on top of your skirt and work yourself up. Describe it for us all."
Beverley dropped her hands to the outside of her skirt and started to rub her
fingers up and down her crotch, pressing the material into her vulva, "Is this
what you want to see me do Tom?. You like to watch me finger myself through my
skirt?. I used to do this when I was a young teenager. I'd see some boy I'd like
in school and I'd put my fingers down the front of my skirt and into my
knickers. If we were in class, I'd have my desk hiding me and I'd push my
fingers into my cunt while I watched him. I'd like to do this whilst you play
with your prick. I've heard it's a big one Tom. Can I see it please Tom?." All
the time she was speaking Beverley kept up a steady rhythm, stroking her vagina
through her skirt.
"I'll show you my cock when you have pushed your knickers down to your
ankles" Tom said. Beverley started to reach down but Tom's voice stopped her,
"Don't pull your skirt up again. Push them down from the outside."
"Ooh yes Tom." Beverley complied, finding some difficulty to begin with but,
with her knickers past her lower belly, having less trouble easing them down her
legs. Tom watched as her knickers came into view below the hem of her skirt. He
noticed that the crotch was soaking with moisture from Beverley's attempted
climaxes. "Hotter for it than you made out earlier aren't we?" he enquired
sarcastically.
"Yes Tom, I'm sorry about that. I'll make it up to you I promise."
Beverley, her knickers around her pretty ankles, was again kneading the front of
her skirt with her fingers. She could feel her naked vagina under the thin
materials of her skirt and petticoat.
She set her legs apart as far as the hobbling effect of her skirt and
knickers would allow. Her knees buckled slightly as she felt a wave of moisture
trickle from her cunt. "Take your cock out now Tom, please," she begged, her
fingers digging into her crotch as she gasped and moaned in frustration.
Tom unzipped his trousers and, with maddening slowness, took out his penis.
Beverley drew in a short breath of amazement as she saw the size of it. Taken
from the top, it must have been ten inches from the base to the end. She'd never
dreamt there were any that large. Tom was stroking it in front of her and
Beverley was nearly ripping her skirt, her fingers frantically forcing the
fabric of her petticoat and skirt into her wet crack.
"Ooh Tom," she almost drooled, "Put it in me. Fuck me please Tom" she
gasped.
"Over here to this table" Tom ordered, moving the glasses off the long, low
table.
Beverley, her fingers still stimulating her vagina through her skirt, hobbled
across to the table. Her legs were feeling very trembly as she stood facing it's
full length.
"Right you patronising little slut. Lie face down the full length of it. Keep
wanking yourself off." Tom said coarsely.
Beverley, aware of all the eyes in the room that were on her, tried to comply
with some decorum but, finding this impossible, had to revert to inelegantly
kneeling, then half sprawling face down on the table before she could bring her
legs together, still bunching her skirt into her crotch in an agony of
frustration.
Above her head she could hear Tom invite a few of the other customers to feel
at her as she continued to masturbate. She could feel them stroking her behind
and legs, some venturing up her skirt past the tops of her stockings making
Beverley sob with unfulfilled passion. Tom had positioned himself in front of
her face and was showing his huge member to her but not allowing her any
contact. Beverley thought she would scream before long. When Tom finally moved
to the rear Beverley was ready to do anything for him.
She could feel him pulling her skirt up from behind. She eased her hips off
the table to allow it to come up to her waist, exposing her backside. Tom took
hold of the backs of her thighs and moved Beverley's knees up parallel to her
waist in a frog like fashion.
She still had her knickers round her ankles and her arms were tucked beneath
her, her hands massaging her now bare vagina frantically. She had her head to
one side allowing her to see half the audience. She heard Tom's voice say,
"What's happened to the disdainful cow who told me to go away then?. She can't
have turned into this little whore can she Beverley?."
"I know Tom," Beverley gasped, "I'm just a slut really. I'm your whore Tom.
Fuck me please darling."
Tom came into her vision again, "I'm going to put this up your behind slut,"
he informed a horrified Beverley.
"Tom, please. It's much too large," she gasped. "Just put it up my cunt,
please."
Ignoring her pleas Tom went back to her rear. "Tom," Beverley cried, "If
you're going to put it in my arsehole lubricate it please. Put it in my cunt
first."
Beverley felt Tom's hands on either side of her hips. He pulled her up off
the table slightly then, completely disregarding her pleas, he thrust His big
prick into Beverley's anus. Beverley screamed aloud in pain and outrage. It felt
for awhile that she was being split in two.
Tom persisted in his invasion of her most secret place unaccustomed to this
depravity, thrusting his huge member in and out with Beverley crying piteously
at his assault. After awhile Beverley felt the raging desire creep over her
flesh again and, in between little cries of pain, she began to respond.
"Go on Tom, Fuck my arsehole, Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it you bastard. Make me
shit come" She ended the last with a scream of satisfaction. Beverley felt
Tom's come spray inside her arsehole and she slumped across the table, her hairy
gash trickling with her own orgasm. She had just discovered a new and exciting
perversity.
After two or three minutes Tom allowed Beverley to struggle to her feet.
Her skirt fell back down to her knees and Beverley started to bend down to
pull up her knickers from around her ankles, "Leave them there you fucking
slut" snapped Tom, still rankling from the way Beverley had treated him. "You
can do your whoring rounds with them round your feet. Sort of like a prostitutes
trademark." Beverley hung her head and shuffled off to the other tables, her
knickers impeding her faltering progress.
"Don't forget you slut. Talk dirty to the nice people," Tom called after her.
Beverley hobbled from table to table, feeling Tom's semen trickling down the
backs of her thighs under her dress. Her own juices were lubricating her vagina
and wetting her frontal area as she paused at each table.
"Do you want to see my wet cunt? ," she asked invitingly of both men and
women. Her husband Don turned her down, fondling Elizabeth's legs under her
skirt whilst she kissed him passionately in front of Beverley.
Others however requested her to do various things for them, ranging from the
physically impossible, to a light stroke of her soaking vagina. The young couple
who requested this had Beverley stand in front of the wife whilst she stroked
her wet pussy through her skirt, her husband watching in approval. He then bent
down and caressed Beverley's beautiful ankles, running his hands over her
lowered knickers whilst his wife's fingers became more insistent, pressing into
Beverley's soft lower lips and making her gasp with excitement and pleasure.
"Let me show you my cunt," she moaned, pulling the hem of her skirt up past
her stocking tops to her lower belly, baring her hairy gash for them. "Put your
fingers in my slit," panted Beverley to the wife, guiding her hand to her
vagina. The woman did as she was asked and Beverley bent over to look. Seeing
the woman's fingers sliding in and out of her sticky cunt, Beverley took the
young wife's face in her hands and gently kissed her lips.
As they kissed Beverley felt the husband's fingers going up the back of her
legs till they reached her bare behind. She groaned slightly as she felt, first
one finger then two, enter her anus. Beverley spread her legs wider and gasped,
"Yes, yes.....Ooh please. Fuck my arsehole and cunt together."
She worked herself up and down on their respective fingers, feeling the dual
invasion of her body by these strangers and loving it.
At another table the man asked her if she would urinate just for him.
"Yesssss darling" Beverley murmured seductively, "What do you want me to wee
into? ." The man produced an empty beer bottle that Beverley took from him.
Still hampered by her knickers around her pretty ankles, Beverley hoisted up her
skirt with her left hand and pushed the neck of the bottle into her wet cunt
with the other.
Holding her skirt in an inverted 'V', Beverley strained for a moment then
felt the warm rush of her urine trickling into the bottle. Some inevitably
escaped and ran down the glassy sides of the container, making her hands
slippery. She looked down at the wanton sight, panting in lust. The bottle was
filling up with her pee, her cunt lips swollen either side of the neck, and her
knickers stretched tight around her ankles.
Beverley saw that the bottle was filling fast and she struggled to stop
peeing. Just as the container was almost full Beverley managed to contain
herself. She was, however, still dying to finish urinating. She looked at the
man at the table and said in desperation...
"Would you like to fuck me now?"
The man had hardly nodded when Beverley bent over for him, presenting her
bare bottom to him, "Fuck me and pee inside my cunt." she panted, "I'll pee at
the same time. It'll be like a huge orgasm for the both of us." The man dropped
his trousers quickly and Beverley scrambled desperately for his penis.
Locating it she guided it into her vagina from the rear, conscious that most
of the customers had now gathered round them, watching her naked buttocks and
legs trembling with sensuality, her skirts again hoisted to her waist and her
knickers round her ankles. 'What the hell,' she thought, 'Give them something to
look at.' She took hold of the neckline of her blouse and ripped it open, the
buttons giving under the strain.
She then fished inside her petticoat top and brassiere, pulling out her two
small breasts for them all to see. As the man thrust his prick in and out of her
cunt Beverley squeezed her breasts, making them lactate with each compression.
"Ooh how I'm enjoying this," she groaned, "I love being fucked by strangers,"
she panted to the crowd, "Somebody kiss me please," she said desperately. A
good looking young woman at the front took Beverley's face in her hands, and
kissed her on the lips as Beverley felt the man beginning to urinate inside her.
She felt the hot surge of his urine as she strained herself, peeing at the
same time as he was. It was like an extended orgasm as they both urinated,
Beverley gasping and crying with emotion. After this exhibition the landlord had
to go round with the mop. Fortunately the floor in that part of the pub was
un-carpeted.
Beverley was pawed at and groped by most of the customers in the next couple
of hours.
At the end of the afternoons drinking session she was exhausted and
dishevelled, her make up smudged and smeared across her face, her small,
lactating breasts dragged out for all to see, her knickers still around her
pretty ankles and her skirts bunched up around her waist completely putting on
total display, her throbbing naked vagina.
Elizabeth made Beverley sit at the bar and drink several more lagers till she
was bursting to pee again. She then took her to the bathroom where Beverley
cleaned herself up. They all went out to Elizabeth's car, Beverley looking every
inch the sophisticated lady again, her make up immaculate and her clothes in
place. The only thing wrong was Beverley's knickers, which were soaking under
her smart outfit.
In the space of just the short time they'd known the hedonistic Sydney and
Elizabeth, Beverly had turned from a respectable housewife into a total slut and
things would never be the same again.
THE END
