A Week in October

Part I Bloody Golf

At thirty four I reckon I have weathered not too badly, at 5ft 6inches my 34-26-35 figure is fairly well proportioned, wavy auburn hair drapes over my shoulders and I am told I am "quite pretty" by those who would offer an opinion. OK I may not make page three anymore but my husband Andy reckons I am his dream girl. Married for five years, Andy and I had been an item for three years before that – eight wonderful years in all. Apart from the fact that we are deeply in love I suppose the only other thing you need to know is about our sex life. Neither of us has ever been very experimental or kinky, that's not to say I haven't been wholly satisfied with what we have, missionary position with the lights out was usually fine. Occasionally we would dress up but it would always end the same way.

I was awakened this particular Sunday morning by the familiar sound of the bells of St Tomas's summoning all the sinners to come and repent. As I glanced out of the apartment window at a bright and blustery October morning next to me I could here the Andy's slow rhythmic breathing.. Rolling slowly out of bed I smiled as I became aware of the dull post coital ache in my pussy, my nipples, still tender, instantly sprang to life. Passing the full length mirror on the wardrobe door I stopped dead in my tracks as my reflection showed me wearing my black leather basque and stockings. I looked down for confirmation that my eyes were not deceiving me and a myriad of misty sexual images careered through my brain which I knew to be part of recurring erotic dream I had having. Looking back in the mirror I was stunned to catch Andy's reflection; he was lying on top of the duvet and still fully clothed.

For a moment I simply stared at the scene before me and tried to make some sense of what had transpired. Gradually I dragged some images back from the evening before – I had had too much to drink and Andy and I must have got involved in dressing up games as we did occasionally. This would be why I had had my recurring erotic dream about being gangbanged.. Of course I would never consider actually going ahead with such a thing - it was strictly fantasy.

I moved quietly out into the hallway and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee. After filling the coffee machine I wandered into the lounge and was again frozen in my tracks. There on the floor were Andy's four mates – all lying in a row apparently naked under a duvet. All were asleep and clothes appeared to be scattered all around the lounge. Dave who was at the end of the row was only partially covered and was at that point sporting a partial erection. Suddenly like a hammer blow to the forehead everything fell into place and the previous evenings events crystallised in my minds eye. Images played out on a silver screen somewhere in the back of my head – images of me and these four guys fucking – MY GOD – this time my dream hadn't been a dream. I had to think – I had to get out of here and think this through. I grabbed my overcoat and slipped on a pair of shoes in the hallway, collected my handbag from the kitchen and left through the front door.

Outside the skies were clear and the sun shone but the autumnal wind was gusty and chilling. As I slowly walked towards the local café I tried to put the previous days events into chronological order. Andy and four of his mates from work were leaving today for a five day golfing holiday in Portugal, in their wisdom they had decided that since we stayed closest to the airport everyone would meet here on the Saturday and stay over ready to leave for the airport at 2pm on the Sunday. Everything had gone according to plan and after everyone double checked for tickets, passports and travellers cheques and five sets of golf clubs and five cases had been stacked in our hallway we all decided an Indian carry out was in order. Naturally the cases of beer were the next thought on their minds and this was duelly supplied. As the evening wore on it became obvious that the boys had already started their holiday and the alcohol was consumed at an ever increasing pace, pretty soon all of us were close to being smashed and the conversation inevitably turned to sex.

Dave, Paul and Don were all in their thirties and married but Shaun was an eighteen year old apprentice and very single. According to Andy, Shaun was yet to break his duck and the lads hoped to see to that in Portugal. Soon the guys were all discussing their various sexual preferences and offering Shaun all sorts of advice on technique and what to expect. At this point Andy confessed to our occasional dressing up sessions and outlined a typical evening whereby he would choose a set of sexy underwear which was all I was allowed to wear for the whole evening unless we were going out in which case I was also allowed an overcoat. I did enjoy going out in public like that , I guess it satisfied the exhibitionist in me knowing that at any point someone may catch a glimpse of my almost naked body under my overcoat. Don then confessed to not ever having bought his wife anything like that and suggested the he may buy a special Christmas present this year. Dave asked if they could have a look at the type of thing we preferred and perhaps give him some advice on what and what not to buy, Andy readily agreed – quick to show off his good taste and man of the nineties attitude. Reluctantly I was sent through to the bedroom to gather together a couple of outfits for there viewing. I returned with a few basques , suspender belts , stockings and thongs and laid them on the coffee table. Each of them, apart from Shaun, picked up a garment and examined it closely – Dave let out a wolf whistle and threw a suspender belt at Shaun who looked about as embarrassed as an eighteen year old gets.

More beer was called for but by this time the guys had drank all 48 bottles and all we had left was a bottle of gin and a bottle of whisky left over from a barbeque earlier in the year. I suggested to Andy that perhaps bed was a better option since Andy does not respond well to spirits especially after beer and besides it was 1.00am. As usual I was overruled and Andy handed the whisky to Dave

"You playing barman Dave, glasses are in the cupboard next to the dishwasher"

Dave took the bottle and headed for the kitchen, a few minutes later he returned to thunderous applause, six drinks, a bucket of ice and the remainder of the bottle all neatly arranged on a tray he had managed to dig up from god knows where. Fifteen minutes and two large whiskies later Andy was comatose on the sofa. Dave and Don carried him through to the bedroom and left him on the bed sound asleep. I announced that I was going to join Andy and get my beauty sleep when Don piped up that I had not yet fulfilled my promise to assist and advise on the choice of his wife's special Christmas present. One by one I then lifted each of the garments and described it in full pointing out the salient points that they should look for. Meanwhile the glasses were recharged and the drinking carried on. Some twenty minutes later and quite unexpectedly

Shaun asked " Can I see you wearing one of those outfits"

Suddenly the atmosphere was charged and given that the suggestion appealed to the exhibitionist in me

"Sure " I said quite flippantly, much to the delight of the others.

Shaun grinned inanely as I picked up the outfits and headed to the bathroom. At this point my only intention was to give the guys a little thrill before I went off to bed, so I chose the sexiest leather basque I had , it was a little black number that laced up the back and given it was only a half cup it left my nipples exposed and gave me a huge cleavage. I pulled on some stockings and clipped them into the suspender tags - wriggled into a tiny thong and set off back to the lounge.

Walking down the hall I could hear excited chatter emanating from the lounge, as I walked in there was a sudden silence, no one spoke for what seemed like ten minutes but more likely ten seconds. I struck a mock catwalk pose and still no-one spoke – I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. I looked at Shaun who appeared to be holding his breath

"Well – what do you think" I said

His eyes wandered up and down my half naked body and finally he breathed out and squeaked

"Holy Shit!!!!"

All the guys fell about laughing and the ice was broken and I started parading around the room and drinking in the compliments that came raining down from the guys. "Nice Ass" "What a body " etc. Finally I sat down on the sofa between Shaun and Dave and gave Shaun a kiss on the cheek.

"Seen enough" I asked tantalisingly

I was beginning to really enjoy the effect I was having on Shaun and was gradually becoming more and more turned on.

"Judging by that tent he has I'd say he wanted more " Don laughed.

Looking down at Shaun's crotch I could see enormous bulge in his jeans – I gasped out loud at the shear size . Andy is by no means small but this thing could have made two of his.

"Christ Shaun where the hell did you get that" I said

Shaun turned a deep shade of red.

"Come on Shaun get it out and let Stacey have a proper look – seems only fair given that she showed you what you wanted to see " Don chibed

Shaun started to protest and register his unwillingness to participate, none of the guys were too impressed and really started to tease and cajole him into complying.

"OK Shaun here is the deal " I started " You get it out and I ditch the thong – how's that "

Now the others really put the pressure on and finally Shaun agreed. He stood up and unbuttoned the front of his jeans and slowly pulled down his zip. I stared at the huge bulge in his boxer shorts which was by now no more than six inches from my face. Further encouragement from the guys induced him to bend down and slide the boxers down, as he straightened up the biggest cock I had ever seen sprang into view.

"Holy Shit " I croaked

I was transfixed by ten inches of pulsing throbbing man flesh, the head was the size of a small child's fist and massive blue and purple veins ran all the way up and down the shaft. A steady dribble of clear fluid oozed from its eye and the whole thing bounced gentle back and forth to the rhythm of his heart. I could already feel my pussy reacting and my juices starting to flow. Moments passed in silence when finally

"Your turn" said Dave in hoarse thick voice

Unable to remove my eyes from Shaun's dick, I leaned slightly forward in the chair and slipped my now soaking thong over my bum and down off my ankles. Dave snatched them from the floor in front of me.

"Jesus Stacey these are soaking!" Dave yelped " I guess you are impressed with Shaun" he laughed.

Realising that I had indeed removed my thong Shaun's reaction was almost instantaneous – I watched as the damn thing swelled to what I reckoned must have been its full capacity. The skin over the head grew very tight and shiny and the flow of seminal fluid increased. I sensed Dave stand up and move towards us, half expecting to feel his hands somewhere on my body I wondered what my reaction would be. To my surprise he walked past me and moved behind Shaun, in a flash he had slipped my soaking thong over Shaun's head with the sopping crotch over his nose and mouth. Immediately there were howls of laughter from the other guys but Shaun made not attempt to remove them , still captured by his dick I watched as the first tremors of an imminent ejaculation began to strike. His scrotum tightened and the shaft momentarily relaxed, the muscles in his young firm stomach rippled and convulsed , as if in slow motion I watched the first jet of spunk travel up the shaft and shoot out the end of his dick and high over my head, what seemed like seconds later I felt it hit me between my shoulder blades and run down inside my basque - the room fell deathly silent and everyone watched as Shaun, who remained motionless and silent, succumbed to another wave of orgasmic pleasure. The second eruption wasn't quite as violent and left a trail of spunk running from the back of my head all the way down to my chin, still I was unable to move. The third and final load hit me full in the face ran down my forehead and dripped from my nose.

"Holy Shit !!" said Dave

Shaun's knees finally gave way and he slumped back into the sofa next to me – still unable to move I stared blankly at the far wall, I could feel his velvety spunk running down my face in torrents – my pussy had taken a life of its own and was flowing copiously onto the sofa, slowly the realisation of what had just happened dawned on me – here was I on the verge of an orgasm, virtually naked and covered in one of Andy's mates spunk and being watched by three more of his buddies while he slept in our bed. Panic set in and I tried to stand up – only to find that my legs were no longer under my control – Dave and Don caught me before I fell head long onto the floor and gently lowered me onto the coffee table. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling. With one leg either side of the table my naked pussy was now fully exposed and continued to ooze juices, I slowly lifted my head to see Dave and Don sitting on the floor at my feet and staring into my crotch moments later Paul knelt down beside me and whispered in my ear

"Stacey – do you want me to get you off" he asked.

At this point I just wanted to get out of this situation and forget it had ever happened but I found myself closing my eyes and nodding in agreement. Several seconds past and nothing happened, I could here movement in the room but no-one spoke. My desperate need to come was beginning to take a grip and my pussy was screaming for relief , I reached down to touch myself but my wrist was immediately grasped and my arm set down by my side.

"Please " I pleaded.

Moments later a hand on each of my knees gently pushed my legs as far apart as would allow with both feet still on the floor – I moaned involuntarily as warm breath flowed over pussy, whoever was down there was teasing intolerably , another gentle puff of warmth was aimed directly at my clitty my whole pussy convulsed and I could feel the juices running down my ass – I tried to thrust my hips upwards and grind my pussy into his mouth – I was so close to coming I could no longer wait – I thrust into thin air, he had pulled away , images of Shaun's huge dick spurting a thick stream of spunk into my face flashed in and out of my head and my need to come was becoming overwhelming.

"Please ! Please! I need to come " I pleaded

I had no sooner said the words when a tongue was gently dragged over my clitty – my pussy exploded instantly – I screamed as powerful waves of pleasure coursed through my entire body , wave after wave hit me – it seemed like I would never stop – juices were pouring from me as my pussy contracted again and again and again – I had never before come like this , I was convinced I was going to die of shear pleasure.

"Holy Shit" said Don

Gradually the orgasm subsided and I was once again able to breathe and my screaming died down to a low satisfied moan. As I opened my eyes I looked down between my legs to see Paul's face wearing a huge grin

"I guess I don't have to ask if it was good for you " he said

I glanced over at the sofa where Shaun and Dave were , Shaun's enormous dick was still rock hard and throbbing, Dave had unzipped his jeans and was busy working his fist up and down his cock – the look on his face was enough to know that he was real close to finishing. Don was similarly engage and only Paul still had his dick in his pants. As I surveyed the scene that surrounded me I knew this thing was not over by a long shot – I had just had the most amazing orgasm I had ever had and now I wanted more – much more.

A Week in October

Part II I'm in charge.

"OK Boys STOP ! " I ordered

Everyone looked at me expectantly. I stood up

"Here is how it is going to be! You guys are going to do me until I tell you to stop " I announced , Pointing to Dave and Don I said" So you two – put those dicks down – you are going to need them hard and there will be no waste here – Now everyone get their kit off! NOW"

For a moment they all looked at each other as if unsure that they had heard what they thought they had heard

"Holy Shit ! " said Dave "Deal me in !"

I had no idea where the words had come from or even what they meant – I just knew that they had come out of my mouth. I neither recognised nor was familiar with this woman who was about to commit adultery with four of her husbands best friends while her husband lay sleeping in the next room. Obviously this woman had taken control of the situation and I knew not what her intentions were, ALL that I knew was that I wanted to come again and again and again and……..!

Soon everyone was undressed and standing in front of me sporting a fine cross section of male genitalia. Dons dick was the only one uncircumcised and was about 6 inches long but fairly thick. Shauns scrotum matched his enormous dick and contained what looked like two boldly tennis balls. Dave was longer and leaner than Don and hooked in towards his stomach to the extent that it almost touched his navel. Paul was the smallest of the four but still had a very usable piece of equipment.

As if on parade the four of them stood side by side , butt naked in the centre of my lounge. I walked up and down the line in inspecting the goods on display and I stopped at Paul . As I grasped his shaft in my right hand and cupped his balls in my left he moaned softly. I pumped my fist up and down his cock five or six times then let go. He was about to protest when Dave told him to shut up. I moved down the line to Dave. Dave had been wanking furiously earlier and his cock was already leaking profusely, it was obvious that he had been in the late stages when I had stopped him – looking at it I reckoned, that as soon as that was in my pussy he would come, so rather than be disappointed I grasped the shaft lent down and took the end in my mouth. After only three of four strokes a torrent of come poured into my mouth, another two strokes and another two dollops of spunk hit the back of my throat. I stood up and let go of his cock – I rolled the come around in my mouth a few times then opened my mouth and showed the others before I swallowed the lot.

"There now maybe we can make some real use of that once it gets hard again" I said

"It will get hard again wont it ?" I demanded

"Too fucking right " was the reply

Next I moved on to Shaun who had already shot a massive load all over me , I am not sure if he had ever went soft but he was still sporting that huge erection that had so transfixed me earlier. I cupped his balls in my left hand as if weighing them and smiled at him as in approval. I moved down to Don who was last in line , like Dave he too had been wanking earlier and he too was dribbling from the end of his cock. I knelt down and took the whole shaft into my mouth and started to swallow, I placed both hands on his ass and pulled him towards me feeding his cock down my throat , gradually he was all the way in and his pubic bone ground into my nose. I motioned for him to fuck my mouth and after only a few strokes he shot a stream of come right down my throat and straight into my stomach.

Seconds later I stood up satisfied with my accomplishments and announced that the games should begin. I told Paul to lie on the floor face up and promptly sat on his face. I wriggled around as he desperately tried to stick his tongue inside me and my sopping pussy soon had his face covered in juice, I could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm and ground my clitty into his face.

"Suck my clitty for Christ's sake !" I scorned

At last he found the mark. His lips made a tight seal around the base of my clitty as he sucked hard creating a vacuum in his mouth, his tongue darted forward and probed under the hood. As my pussy flowed freely into his mouth I knew I was agin close to orgasm he increased the pressure on my clit and started flicking it with the very tip of his tongue.

"Yes Yes Yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Orgasm number two struck with the same vigour as the first, the intensity was breath taking – I felt as if my whole body had just melted into Paul's face , a river of juices flowed over his face and ran down into his ears – how he could breath I will never know. I sat there basking in the warm after glow as Paul continued to suck on my cunt and drink the juices. A few minutes later the spasms subsided and I turned to Dave, who by now was hard again ,

"Fuck my ass!" I demanded

Still squatting over Paul's face , Dave straddled his chest and manoeuvred himself into a position to allow access to my ass. I tilted my hips slightly forward and made Paul stick his tongue up my ass to ensure there was sufficient lubrication. After a minute or two I thrust my ass in the air and told Dave to get on with it. All of this came as somewhat of a surprise since I had never even considered let alone ever had anal sex before. In one movement Dave thrust the entire head of his cock up my ass, the initial pain of my sphincter being forcibly opened was fairly intense but dissipated almost instantly. Slowly Dave pushed more and more of his cock in until I could feel his balls slap against my pussy. By this time I was on all fours and looked down between my legs, Paul had momentarily stopped lapping at my pussy and was staring at Dave's cock up my ass. Dave began stroking in and out. I had never felt as full as this before – I could not believe how wonderful the feeling was. Pretty soon Dave was fucking at full speed, I looked back at Paul who was still staring at my ass.

"Lick his balls and ass " I said

Paul did not even look at me, his gaze remained fixed on Dave's cock up my ass as he slowly lifted his head and began licking Dave's balls. Dave was close to getting off and the additional stimulation spurred him into faster strokes. I sensed Dave was almost there and tried to grip his cock as hard as I could , on the final stroke Dave pushed his cock as far up my ass as it would go and pulled my hips back onto himself then momentarily froze – I could feel his cock swell slightly and the waves of spasm as his cock shot great wads of spunk deep in my ass. Dave hailed the arrival of his orgasm with a loud roar and a string of "Fuck Me's" , daves cock started to go soft and he slowly withdrew and sat down on the sofa. I looked down at Paul who was now sucking on my pussy and without looking up said

"Don do my pussy !"

Don took up the position just vacated by Dave and immediately sunk his cock to the hilt in my soaking pussy. Still looking at Paul I told him just to watch until I told him to do otherwise. Don was already fucking hard but he wasn't getting to come until I had. As I watched Paul I could feel a trickle of spunk flowing out of my ass and as I watched I saw it run down and drip off of Don balls and onto Paul's face. Another dollop was about to drip but this time he opened his mouth and caught it. He must have suddenly became aware that I was watching him and looked up at me.

"Chew on my clitty " I said " and I mean chew"

He immediately did as instructed and bit gently on my clitty. Don continued fucking with more and more vigour. The beginnings of orgasm three were now being registered.

"Shaun come here!" I instructed

Shaun stood in front of me , his enormous cock still throbbing. I told Paul to come out from under me, I then told Shaun to take his place but facing the other way so that I had access to his cock – he shuffled under me and came face to face with Dons cock up my pussy and I could now suck on this huge pole. Experience had shown that it did not take much for Shaun to come so I took care not to make it too quick – I wanted that thing to explode at just the right moment. Meanwhile Paul stood in front of me with his dribbling hardon only inches from my face – I could tell it would not take him long either. My own climax was now well on the way, Don was pounding my pussy for all he was worth and Shaun was now chewing my clitty, not quite as effectively as Paul had been but sufficient to keep me hurtling to my next orgasm. I grasped Paul's cock in one hand and lowered my mouth over Shaun's . While sucking on Shaun's cock and bobbing my head up and down I slowly stroked Paul's cock which was now leaking a continuous stream of clear fluid.

Don started moaning and warning of his imminent climax, I was almost there , the first tinglings were spreading, starting from my toes and running all the way to my head. I started to pump Paul harder and fuck Shaun faster with my mouth . Don started yelling as he deposited several loads deep in my cunt , I glanced up at Paul who now had a contorted expression on his face telling me he was ready. I stared at the end of his cock as I pumped the shaft harder and harder, suddenly he tensed and a huge dollop of spunk shot out the end of his cock and hit me full on the face , two seconds later and I was further rewarded with a second load. Spunk now dripping from my face I let go of Paul and gripped the massive shaft on Shaun and started pumping as fast as I could , within five seconds this huge beast was spitting glob after glob of spunk right into my face , I could hold out no longer on BANG ! Orgasm number three struck. Of the three so far this was by far the most intense – I truly felt as if I had died and gone to heaven – wave upon wave upon wave of pleasure flowed over around and through me – I was bathed in an experience no human could endure I never wanted this to end. After what seemed like an eternity I slowly floated back to earth and opened my eyes – I was still on all fours squatting over Shaun who was still as hard as the first moment I set eyes on him. Don now sat next to Dave on the sofa and Paul lay on the floor next to me. I sat up and pushed my spunk filled pussy into Shauns face, his cock twitched and he immediately began licking and sucking at my cunt.. I turned to Paul and told him to lick my face clean which he did. I Given that Shaun was the only one left with a hardon I asked him if he wanted to get off again. He mumbled an affirmative so I turned to Paul

"Get him off" I said

Paul looked at me then at Don and Dave both of whom shrugged there shoulders in "why not" sort of a way. I wasn't at that point sure whether or not Shaun was aware of the dilemma Paul was facing but he certainly did not object when a hand grasped the shaft of his cock. It was obviously a first for Paul who initially treated it as if it were fragile. However he soon got accustomed to the feeling of another mans cock in his hand as he started pumping harder and harder. Don and Dave looked on curiously.

"Suck it " I said

This time Paul did not even hesitate as he lowered his mouth over the end of Shaun's cock, I waited until Shaun was almost coming before I stood up so he could clearly see who was sucking him, the startled look on his face clearly indicated his previous ignorance of the situation – he looked at Paul who was sucking on the end of his cock and wanking the shaft with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. He then glanced at each of the rest of us in turn looking for , I know not what but as he simply closed his eyes and lay back I can only imagine his imminent climax had taken preference over any homophobic attitude he may have had. As usual Shaun came in buckets and Paul could hardly control the damn thing as it spasmed and spat spunk into his mouth, Paul continued to suck for a few more minutes as the last few tremors ran through Shaun's body and his cock finally started to soften.

A Week in October

Part III Comfort Break

"Well done boys – you now have fifteen minutes to recover before my next three orgasms"

I went off down the hall to the bathroom, I sat on the loo and had a pee an caught my reflection in the mirror behind the door. There were still traces of spunk on my face and in my hair, god damn it if Andy walked in right now !. I finished peeing and tore off some paper and as I looked down to wipe myself and I could see there was still spunk running out of my pussy and ass and running down my legs, I dropped the paper in the loo and touched my sopping pussy. My finger slid easily over my clit and inside, I massaged my labia and then went back to my clitty – it was already swollen and sensitive, my fingers crept further down and traced around my now used ass. Just then the door opened and Don walked in

"Oh Sorry" he said " Just needed the loo"

"Go right ahead " I replied.

I shifted my position on the seat as far back as I could and indicated for him to piss between my legs , after a moments hesitation he walked over and aim his flaccid dick into the loo.I lowered both hands onto my pussy and pulled the lips as far apart as \i could , my clitty was fully exposed and throbbing. It took Don a couple of minutes to start peeing but when eventually did he knew exactly what I wanted. A steady stream of piss hit me directly on the clit, I gasped as the warm liquid ran down my pussy and splashed into the loo. The sensation was exquisite. Of course I had done this with the bath taps before but there was some thing very depraved about this, something dirty and taboo which only heightened the experience. I could feel another orgasm rising. The stream eventually slowed and then stopped

"Get the others" I said

"They are just outside – everyone needed."

He opened the door and the three of them walked into see me furiously rubbing at my clitty and sticking three finger up my pussy.. Don quickly told them what was required and Shaun stepped forward first , a powerful jet splashed onto my belly and pubic mound before he could take proper aim, two or three seconds later my clitty was once more being bombarded by a thousand tiny beads of amber. Just as I was about to come the stream died away as quickly as it had started, Shaun jumped back and Dave stepped in , he was semi erect by now and was having difficulty aiming , eventually he hit the spot and the warm liquid ran once again. This time I continued to rub my clitty while he peed and within thirty seconds my pussy exploded into another orgasm, by the time I had recovered Dave had finished and Paul stood in front of me. He started peeing and I held out my hands and caught the stream . After a short while I leaned forward and grasped his buttocks and pulled him forward and took his dick in my mouth, Jesus I was drinking this guys piss! .

We all went back to the lounge and poured some more drinks. All the guys were now semi erect except Shaun who was hard as a brick again. They all wondered, including me, what was coming next. It didn't take long to find out.

"Shaun - lie on the floor"

"Dave - fuck me in the ass"

Shaun lay down as instructed and I squatted over his cock, I slowly lowered myself down onto his dick as it slid easily inside me when I reckoned I would not get much more in I looked down to see there was lees than half in. It took another minute or so to allow my insides to stretch and accommodate the monster now penetrating me.A couple of minutes later I nodded to Dave and he took up a position behind me. My ass ached a little from earlier but Dave took it easy and pretty soon his whole cock was fully embedded up my ass.. For a few moments we all remained perfectly still as I soaked in the wonderful feeling of being completely full of cock. Now on all fours my tits hung down over Shaun's chest and my nipples now fully erect dragged through the thick matt of course black hair. I could feel both cocks throbbing inside me and realised that of course they would be able to feel each other through the thin membrane separating them. Eventually I think Dave could stand it no longer and began to slowly pull his cock in and out of my ass., orgasm number five was on its way. I glanced across at Paul and Don and motioned them to join us on the floor. I instructed Paul to lie face up next to Shaun, with his crotch level with my face. I then instructed Don to take up the 69 position on top of Paul and give each other a blowjob, after only a moments hesitation he shrugged his shoulders and complied.. It struck me at this point that judging from their various reaction it was likely none of the guys had ever had any homosexual experiences before and here they were happily sucking each others dicks, I wondered just how far they were prepared to go.

As Don and Paul greedily sucked on each other, Dave had increased the pace at which he was fucking my ass and I looked down at Shaun who remained motionless throughout and it was now apparent that he was being stimulated by Dons cock rubbing on his. I started to sway back and forward in time to Dave fucking and my nipples dragged over Shaun's chest. Once again I could feel my pussy lips and clitty swell to their fullest, a sure sign of my imminent climax.. The additional stimulation on Shaun's cock was more than he could take and his face contorted as he finally lost his virginity and emptied his balls deep inside me. The sensation of his huge prick pulsing and quivering as he came was sufficient to throw me over the edge and my orgasm exploded in my head, my pussy sent juices running down Shaun's groin and balls as my ass convulsed around Dave's cock. A few moments later I recovered and could feel Shaun's cock had not softened and Dave was now fucking my ass a full speed. I told Dave to stop, initially he protested that he was very close to coming, however after I insisted and assured him he would get off soon, he complied.. Feeling exhausted I disengaged myself from Shaun's dick and crawled over to Don and Paul. Dons ass hung in the air as his dick was buried in Paul's throat, I pushed two fingers in my pussy , scooped up some of Shaun's spunk and inserted them into Dons ass. I called over to Dave, who was now holding his dripping cock in his hand and contemplating jacking off..

"Come and fuck this" I smiled.

Dave walked over as I gently inserted my fingers deeper and deeper into Dons ass, as soon as Dave had reached us I removed my fingers and Dave pushed the head of his dick against the opening of Dons ass. I told Dave to stand still and allow Don to guide the rate of enrty. Slowly Don pushed back and gradually the full length of Dave's dick disappeared up Dons ass and his hard dick still buried in Paul's throat.. This left only Shaun unoccupied so I motioned to him to join us and lifted Dons mouth from Paul's dick and told Shaun to get Paul off. He immediately grasped the shaft and lowered his mouth over the end. At that I stood up and glanced at the clock, it was now 6am and I left the lounge headed for bed. I guess everyone was too busy to notice I was leaving as no one spoke, from the lounge door I turned and looked back at the scene – four naked men writhing around on my lounge floor pleasuring each other. In the bedroom Andy lay exactly where he had been left and I slipped into bed and instantly fell asleep.

A Week in October

Part IV The Realisation

So my exploits had not been a dream I thought to myself – How the hell am I ever going explain to Andy! As I walked down Main st towards the café I looked in one of the shop fronts to see a quee of people in one of those ATM kiosks. Realising I probably had no cash on me I stepped towards the door which automatically opened and I entered.

"Big queue for a Sunday morning " I said to no one in particular.

An old woman in her Sunday best, obviously heading for church told me that the machine was working but it was taking about five or six minutes to complete each transaction and that she had already been here for 15mins. I checked my purse and sure enough I had no cash – I was going to have to wait, there were three other people besides the old lady, which by my calculations, meant another twenty minutes or so. Just then the automatic door whooshed open and in walked two mid – twenties skinhead types each with a huge rotwieller by his side. Each was dressed in jeans and white T-shirt with a denim jacket, they also had blue and white football scarves tied around their right wrists. They joined the queue directly behind me and asked what the problem was. Once again the old lady whom had obviously appointed herself spokesman explained the situation. The two guys moaned and complained to each other but ultimately they needed cash to get into the game so they would just have to wait.

Directly in front of me was a young girl no more than sixteen who looked like she was on her way home from the night before. She was still wearing a typical night club outfit of tartan micro skirt that barley covered her ass, white hold up stockings the tops of which were clearly visible , high heel platform shoes , an almost see through white blouse with no bra and a very seventies clear plastic overcoat .

"A good night" I enquired

She turned and smiled but the look on her face said "I'm glad you asked! I've been dying to tell someone".. I knew I was about to get the whole story of her exploits the previous evening. It turns out that she had indeed been at a night club on a first date with her new boyfriend who was twenty two and I later discovered stayed in the same building as me. She had had a wonderful time and had stayed the night at his place and was now heading home and just waiting to get some money for a taxi. By this time the ATM had managed to complete another transaction and a middle aged hippy type who had been at the head of the queue left through the automatic door.. Next up was a thirty something mother with two toddlers in tow, the kids were chattering incessantly and demanding some newly advertised cereal for breakfast, the two were already fighting over whose turn it was for the free gift inside the box. My mind drifted back to the previous evening and how the hell I was going to handle the next few hours. How was Andy going to react? I could tell him what but not why it had happened – it was certainly my body but it wasn't me! As I stood there staring into the distance and pondering my situation I was interrupted

"You OK" asked the girl in front.

I snapped out of my day dream and looked at her, she wasn't however looking at my face but rather somewhere further down , I followed her gaze and realised that my overcoat was gaping open revealing my almost naked body underneath. I was covered in dried spunk and a steady trickle was leaking from my pussy and leaving a slimy trail all the way to my ankle. One of the rotwiellers behind me was busy lapping at the trail on inside of the left calf . The sensation of his rough tongue on my smooth skin was delicious and I really did not want him to stop

"King come here !." the owner said as he jerked on the lead

"Sorry about that misus" he apologised.

"No need " I said as I turned and smiled at the two of them.

"He was just being friendly"

As I turned towards them my overcoat swung open and I made no attempt to adjust it or prevent the two sets of eyes now fixed on my almost naked body from soaking in the view. A few seconds passed and I hunched down so that my face was level with the two huge dogs and began petting them and rubbing behind their ears. King – the one who had been licking me earlier obviously fancied a bit more and thrust his massive head right down into my crotch, his rough tongue shot out and dragged up the full length of my pussy and flick off the end of my clitty. Jesus I thought – if he does that again I will come all over his face. The owner yelped at King and hauled on his lead till the dog was about three feet away, immediately the other dog took his place and thrust his tongue right inside my pussy, four inches of rough doggy tongue probed at me and started lapping up the juices. I opened my knees as wide as possible to allow the dog the best possible access and I started to whimper each time the dogs tongue entered me, this time the owner made to attempt to pull the beast away.

The whoosh of the automatic door temporarily brought me back to reality , I looked over my should to see the thirty something dragging the two kids out into the blustery deserted street, presumably in search of the new cereal. I could here the conversation between the girl and the old woman die away as the old woman approached the ATM in her turn. Given that my back was to the main queue only the two skin heads were aware of the dog's activity, I looked up at both of them who grinned back excitedly. What the hell was I doing – here I was squatting in the foyer of a high street bank getting head, good head , from a dog – my god what has happened to me.

The dog seemed now to be focused on lapping at my clitty and the more my pussy creamed the faster he lapped – within a minute or so my pussy was delivering a steady steam onto the dogs tongue. My orgasm was close and I could feel my self starting to sway, I reached out and grabbed a handful of the owners jeans just above his knee in order keep my balance and remain upright. He interpreted this a some sort of signal and tried to push his denim clad hardon in my face, I ignored it a looked down at the dog , I watched his huge machine like tongue repeatedly run the length of my pussy and rasp at my clitty, as I stared intently at the spectacle an explosive climax hit me, my pussy sprayed the dogs face with pussy juice which dripped off his muzzle and onto the marbled floor, I straightened up, closed my eyes and threw back my head, I bit hard on my lip desperately trying not to alert the young girl and the old woman to my predicament. My orgasm rippled through me again and again and the dog continued lapping at me finally I could take no more and fell forward between the two dogs onto my hands and knees. At that moment I heard the now familiar whoosh of the doors and assumed the old lady had departed with her cash, as the door opened the fresh autumnal wind blew in and was sufficiently strong to lift the bottom of my overcoat right over my head, my naked ass was now exposed and my pussy continued to drip onto the floor where a small puddle had now accumulated. I felt too drained to move or let alone adjust my clothing, I glanced to my left and was presented with the view between King's hind legs. About three inches of pointed pink flesh was now visible from the end of his sheath behind which hung two Shaun sized balls. I watched fascinated as his prick grew and grew. Meanwhile the other dog was whimpering and tugging at his lead, he wasn't happy about losing his toy. He quickly figured he was at the wrong end and I became aware of him moving behind me, the feeling of his tongue on my pussy once again made jump. I lowered my head in anticipation of the lapping starting all over again but was startled to feel his weight on my back and his front paws clasped around my waist, he immediately began humping back and forth , I could feel his slimy doggy dick banging against my thighs and ass. I opened my eyes and looked down through my legs and caught site of a huge hardon he was now sporting. Damn ! I wanted that inside me but he seemed unable to hit the spot, I lowered my hand down and caught hold of the base and guided the tip to the entrance of my pussy. He must have sensed the moist pliable folds of my vulva and made a lunge forward embedding his entire dick in my pussy. The speed at which he started fucking me took my breath away, his claws dug deeply into my sides and with every pounding forward thrust the short wiry hair at the base of his cock rasped harshly over my tender pussy. At that I became aware of a voice in my ear, it was the owner

"Don't let him put the knot in luv or we will be here for an hour !"

With that he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand down to the dogs dick, with the palm out he slipped two fingers over the dogs dick as if forming a barrier between my pussy and the dog, as soon as the dog thrust forward again I realised why – my palm was now filled with a lump of flesh the size of an orange and it was definitely growing. The dog started to howl and yelp and increased the rate at which he was fucking me, as suddenly as this had started it was all over , the dog momentarily froze and gripped his teeth on my shoulder, not sure what was happening I looked up at the owner questiongly

"Its OK luv he shooting his load " he grinned.

I lowered my head again looked down at my pussy, by this time the dog had drained his balls into me and was about to dismount. As he did so a torrent of come flowed out of me and joined the puddle already glistening on the marble floor, as the dog moved away the upside down face of the young girl came into view, she was staring directly into my pussy. It was obvious she had just watched me being fucked by the dog and seemed unable to move even after it had finished. She watched as come continued to ooze from my pussy , she too was squatting as I had been earlier and one hand was now inside her panties rubbing at her pussy.

From I know not where I found the strength to stand up, I turned to the girl and gently lifted her to a standing position, her trance like interest in my pussy was broken as I spoke to her

" I think we should get out of here."

I looked down and both dogs were lapping at the puddle on the floor and King was by now extremely excited.

"I am taking her down to the café at the end of the street you guys get some cash and meet us there you can pay for the coffee!"

I wasn't finished with King just yet and I was not leaving the girl alone with those two. The whoosh from the door preceded a gust of icey wind as we left the kiosk and made our way the two hundred yards down Main St to Paddys café.

A Week in October

Part V Breakfast

Paddys was a typical west end greasy spoon where Andy and I regularly ate a full cooked breakfast on Sunday mornings. The guy who owns and runs it is infact called Mac by all his regulars, a handsome rugged square jawed type probably in his late twenties, originally from Aberdeen so I guess that's where the nickname came from, he recognised me when I walked in

"Morning Stacey – no Andy today ?" he asked

" He's having a lie in after a heavy night" I smiled

"Two coffees please Mac"

I sat the girl down at one of the table in the window and sat next to her looking out into the street. She still had a glazed look in her eyes and still hadn't spoke.

"What's your name ?" I asked

"Chloe " she replied.

" I think you and I should have a little chat Chloe"

"That was amazing " she started " I have never seen anything like it."

"Did you see the size of that dogs cock " she continued

" And the amount of come that came out of you when he was finished"

I smiled and nodded as if it were something that happened every day.

" I couldn't believe how fast he was fucking you " she went on

"It must have been and incredible feeling "

" It was " I answered " Do you fancy some ?"

I looked at her inquisitively and waited for some kind of response.

"Damn I feel so horny right now I would do just about any thing to get off "

"Anything ?" I inquired

She nodded , then considered what she had just said and looked a little sheepish. I lent over and whispered in her ear

"Go down to the ladies and take off your panties and come back to the table. And no touching yourself while you are away"

After a few moments hesitation she stood up and disappeared down the other end of the café towards the Ladies. Just then the door opened and in walked the two guys from the kiosk. I indicated that they should sit in the table directly opposite us and say nothing. Mac came over and asked what they wanted and added that unless the dogs were guide dogs the regulations said they had to stay outside. At this point I wandered over and patted King on the head and asked Mac if they couldn't put them out in the yard at the back – at least it was covered over and they would be out of the chilling wind – reluctantly Mac agreed and the guys lead the dogs through the café past the ladies and out to the yard. The yard was about fifteen feet square and was surrounded on all four sides by buildings, there were no windows overlooking the yard only one door in each wall – I guess it must have been used as some sort of access point to the utilities as there were several manhole covers dotted around the place. The dogs were tied to a down pipe and the guys returned to their table.

Just then Chloe returned from the Ladies and sat down next to me with her back to the side wall facing the guys. When I asked her if she had done as I asked and she held out her fisted hand offering me the contents, as I held out my hand to collect it she dropped a crumpled pair of white panties into my palm. I could feel they were damp as I slipped them into my coat pocket. Mac arrived with our order and for a while we sat sipping at the piping hot coffee. I glanced at the white plastic wall clock that hung above Mac's main counter, 10.35 it read. I wondered if anyone back at the flat had wakened and what was happening. Had Andy found out ? if so, how was he reacting. My concerns about Andy wore off surprisingly quickly as the ache in my pussy once more let itself be known. The dog fucking me had happened so fast and so quickly after coming on the dogs tongue that I hadn't been able to get off while he was fucking me and my pussy was now looking for more fulfilment. I turned and looked at Chloe, she smiled a conspiratorial smile and giggled. I lent over towards her and rested a hand on her knee, she was hidden from Mac by a large chilling cabinet where he kept soft drinks but the guys could clearly see what was happening. I indicated for her to slide forward in the wooden chair until her pussy was over the front edge. Chloe sat watching the guys watching my hand slide further and further up her leg towards her pussy, the first light contact with her vulva made her jump and close her eyes. Gently I brushed the insides of her thighs with my nails and traced patterns around the her plump naked mound without again touching her pussy, after a few minutes of this she grew impatient as her need for satisfaction grew and became evident by the dampness now seeping from her young pussy and her attempts to thrust up into my hand. I aimed two fingers directly at her opening and in one single movement thrust them as deep inside her as they would go and pressed my thumb hard against her clitty she let out a loud squeal as her pussy convulsed around my fingers and her clitty jumped erratically under my thumb.

"Everything OK – Stacey " Shouted Mac from the counter

" Yes thanks" I replied " Just spilt some coffee – no problem"

Chloe continued to squirm around in the seat with my fingers in her pussy for a full two minutes, I guess somewhere in the distance she had heard Mac and did not make another sound, as she slowly recovered I withdrew my fingers and as she opened her eyes she watched as I popped my now glistening fingers into my mouth and sucked them dry. Her orgasm had left her gasping for breath and her face was flushed a shiny pink colour. It was several minutes before either of us spoke. I glanced over at the guys who had been watching the whole episode and as I smiled I mouthed the words "WANT SOME" at them, the reply was instant and very definitely in the affirmative. Turning to Chloe I ask if she was Ok to which she nodded, sat back in the seat and leaned her back against the wall, her legs still splayed wide and her pussy still in full view she observed the guys staring at her crotch and smiled.

"Two full breakfasts Mac please - easy on the grease " I called over to Mac

"Two over here as well " piped one of the guys

"Coming right up ! " Mac shouted back.

"Mind if we say hello to the puppies " I said to the guys in a loud voice as I stood up

They shrugged and I motioned to Chloe to follow me. As I passed the counter I said to asked Mac how long before breakfast was ready as we were going to see how the dogs were doing.

"About twenty minutes " he replied " I'll come and let you know if your not back"

I nodded and walked past the counter down the corridor and out into the back yard. Immediately they saw me the dogs began to whimper and wag their stumpy little tails, It was obvious King was still in a high state of arousal and eager for some more pussy. I left both dogs tied to the down pipe and turned to Chloe. I lead her in front of the dog who had fucked me earlier and rub his neck – I noticed a silver name tag on his collar read "BEN". Ben started sniffing at Chloe's crotch and obviously recognised the scent, he barked and became very agitated when he realised that his goal was just out of reach.

"Rub behind his ears " I said

Knowing full well what the result of her stepping in close to him would be, she took one step forward and reached out to the dogs head but as expected Ben lowered his head and shot his tongue right into Chloe's pussy, lapping furiously he was jumping from one front leg to the other as if in some ritualistic dance, Chloe gasped at the suddenness of the sensation but did not try to move away. After a couple of minutes of this Chloe was obviously heading for another orgasm and could hardly keep her balance. As I gently pulled her once again just out of Bens reach I asked her if she wanted the dog to fuck her

"Oh God YES YES YES ! " she gasped.

I gently eased her down onto all fours and lifted her overcoat over her shoulders so that her as was exposed and instructed her to crawl back towards the dog , Ben was already busy licking her ass and pussy and I could clearly see his doggy dick starting to appear. When Chloe had moved far enough back Ben jumped up and clasped her around the waist and was desperately try to bury his bone. I knelt down beside her a showed led her hand down to the dogs cock and helped her guide it into her pussy, I then placed her hand as I had been shown in order to keep the dogs knot from entering her. Once Ben realised he had hit the spot he began fucking in earnest, his machine like pumping slammed his huge dick in and out of Chloe's sopping pussy, the dog looked huge in comparison to the petite stature of his current bitch, the power he was currently exerting on her most sensitive parts was awesome. Chloe was now squealing at every inward stroke the dog made

"Fuck me ! Fuck Me! Fuck Me !" was the rhythmical chant emanating from Bens bitch.

After only there or four minutes Chloe's chant changed

"I'm Coming! I'm Coming! I'm Fucking Coming!"

Whether or not the convulsions in her tight young pussy had been enough to set the dog of or perhaps that was all the time he needed , the dog momentarily froze , lifted his head and howled like a wolf as his cock spat doggy come deep into her pussy. After a minute or two the dog dismounted and I gently pulled Chloe out of reach once more. She sat up with her back to the whitewashed wall of the yard and looked exhausted , she pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees, doggy come was pouring from her pussy.

"Holy Shit " she declared "I've never come like that in my life"

Just then the back door to the café swung open three or four inches and without looking out Mac shouted out that breakfast was ready. Damn I thought, King will have to wait. I dug Chloe's damp panties out of my coat pocket thinking they may help to stem the river of come flowing out of her and handed them to her, she pulled them on before we went back into the café. We reached the table and as promised breakfast was waiting for us.

A Week in October

Part VI Saying Thanks

We ate the bacon, sausage, fried egg, French toast and grilled tomatoes in relative silence, Chloe obviously pondering what had just happened and me contemplating how I was going to get it together with King. When we had finished Mac came over and cleared our table and brought us a pot of tea, four slices of toast and a small pot of thick cut marmalade as this was included in the price of "FULL BRAKFAST" as detailed on the chalk board behind Chloe's head. I looked over at the guys who were similarly engaged and smiled. They both carried an expression of expectation and seemed to questioning when they were to be attended to. I turned to Chloe

"We are going to have to thank these guys for the use of their dogs you know. " I said quite nonchalantly.

" Yeah I guess so" she replied a few moments later after some thought

"Hang on. You mean fuck them don't you ?"

"Well !" I said dragging the word out as if considering the question.

"Maybe not fuck them but I reckon we should get them off – don't you . The poor guys have had a hardon for the past hour."

"Jeez Stacey – I don't even know them!"

"Come on Chloe you have just let a women you don't know get you off in public then promptly fucked a dog that I presume you didn't know – what's the big deal ? it'll be fun !!"

The worried expression on her face slowly dissolved into shining grin – I imagined she was contemplating what was to come and it was starting to appeal to her naughtier side.

"OK !" she said "But I don't want to fuck either of them"

"A deal " I replied.

With that I lifted my tea mug and signalled for Chloe to follow, we walked over to the booth the guys were sitting at and asked if they minded if we joined them, the booth had a U shaped high backed bench seat running around an oblong shaped blue formica table – kind of fifties America style, the guys were sitting opposite each other one on each leg of the U. As we approached Bens owner stood up and allowed Chloe to wriggle into the booth , I signalled that he should sit next to her and finally I sat on the end. Chloe was now between the two of them and looking rather uncomfortable.

"We just came to thank you for introducing us to Ben and King " I said with a wicked smile

"Chloe here is going to jerk you guys off while I go say goodbye to King !"

Chloe blushed profusely and stared down at her tea mug, the guys just stared at me and then each other. I dropped my right hand into Ben's owners lap and fumbled around for his zipper. I could feel his hard dick through his jeans and as I lowered the zip it sprang free

" " I chuckled

I grasped the shaft and rubbed my hand up and down a few times before I lowered my mouth over the end, I sucked hard as I pumped the shaft, after about ten strokes I sat up and looked at Chloe.

"This ones ready for you – better get the other one out "

Her hand hesitantly wandered up the guys thigh and grasped his hardon through the denim. He sucked deeply in through his teeth and smiled at his friend, Chloe found the zipper and pulled on it but it appeared to stick

"I'll get it" the guy said

And proceeded to yank down the zip and fumble about trying to free his cock from the restraints of his boxer shorts, at last his thick cock appeared, Chloe just stared for a few moments and without lifting here eyes reached out and took hold of the shaft. I reached across and lifted her other hand and wrapped it around the one I had been stroking.

"Here's the deal guys – Chloe is gonna keep stroking until I get back – if either of you come she will stop immediately and the other one will not get off. Everyone clear ?"

All three heads nodded and I rose from the table and headed down the corridor, as I passed Mac I smiled and asked him to order a taxi to arrive in ten minutes time. I carried on down the corridor and out into the yard. Ben was lying licking at his balls and seemed disinterested in my appearance, King on the other hand was obviously pleased to see me, after all he had just witnessed his buddy fuck two bitches inside an hour and he was yet to get the chance. I wasted no time and walked right up to King and opened my overcoat, he knew exactly what was required and immediately started lapping at my already sopping pussy. A minute or so later I looked down to see if King was ready and sure enough there was a magnificent cock fully erect and ready for some pussy, I hitched up my overcoat, turned around, knelt down on all fours and presented King with the prize he had been waiting for all morning. In one swift movement he mounted and found my gaping pussy with one stroke. He immediately started fucking like there was no tomorrow, this dog wanted off. I settled into the rhythm and pushed back at every forward thrust, already my pussy was signalling the onset of an orgasm. Three or four minutes later I was right on the edge when suddenly King made a lunge forward and I felt my pussy lips stretching to accommodate what felt like a football. Christ I had forgotten about the knot !!! King was no longer humping but had frozen and was now chewing at the collar of my overcoat, he let out a howl and I could feel his warm seed pour into my womb, the knot continued to swell until I thought it would split me in two, the rough hairs around his sheath ground into my clitty and I was gone. Just then I was unaware of the door to the café swing open and Mac stepped out into the yard to be confronted with this scene of debaurtury. King was emptying his enormous balls deep inside me and I was screaming like a stuck pig as another orgasm ripped me. I have no idea how long it was before I had recovered sufficiently to become aware of Mac's presence but it was long enough for him to have whipped out a very erect dick and start wanking while he looked on. Meanwhile King had thrown his front paws off to one side and now had all four feet on the ground, he took two steps forward and to my horror I realised that we were locked together, that football was still in my pussy, I was forced to crawl backwards, I looked up at Mac as much as to say "get this fucking thing out of me", Mac said nothing, he was clearly on the verge of coming, he took a few steps forward and thrust his now sticky cock in my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth and Mac thrust his cock deep in my throat, I felt him grab two handfuls of hair on either side of my head and use this as leverage to fuck my face hard. A minute or more passed as he continued to fuck my mouth, I had gagged several times but he kept up the relentless pursuit of his own orgasm. Finally his cock jerked and spat several wads of come into mouth and throat, there was too much too swallow and the excess slipped from my mouth and ran down my chin to drip onto the stone floor. It took Mac a few moments to recover his composure and kneel down beside me

"Damn Stacey I'm really sorry – I just couldn't help myself , I've never seen anything so erotic in my life – I'm really sorry"

"Shut the fuck up and get this fucking dick out my pussy for Christ sake !!" I retorted

Mac crawled down and examined my pussy and Kings dick which was firmly lodged inside. I ran my hand down my belly and could feel a huge bulge in my lower abdomen presumably the football King had managed to ram inside me. Mac appeared back in my face with a puzzled look on his face

"What am I supposed to do ?"

After several minutes my panic subsided as I realised the football was definitely deflating, a minute or so later King's dick slipped out of me with a pop. As I stood up another river of doggy semen ran down the inside of my legs, I buttoned my overcoat and headed inside.

A Week in October

Part VII Skinheads have needs too

As I approached the booth where I had left Chloe and the two guys, it appeared that both had kept their word and neither had come. I glanced from one hard dribbling dick to the other and then at Chloe who was still slowly wanking one in each hand and glancing at each in turn.

"Thank fuck !" said Bens owner "I couldn't hold out much longer" he gasped.

At that, a huge jet of spunk flew out of the end of his dick and hurtled through the air over the table towards his buddy, King's owner was momentarily startled and confused by the viscous fluid that hit him full in the forehead and started running down his face. As he looked up trying to figure what had happened a second jet was sent forth, all four of us watched and as if in slow motion as the huge globule rose in the air then appeared float gently onto the table, a final weaker jet was now soaking into his jeans just above the knee. Chloe turned her full attention to Kings owner and increased the speed of her manipulations, within a minute the guy was gasping a warning of his immanent eruption, seconds later a steady trickle of spunk oozed from the end of his dick and traced a silvery line down Chloe's hand and dripped into his lap.

"OK guys – that's you " I announced " Go settle up with Mac and leave a tenner on the table for Chloe's taxi – and if you are smart you will leave a contact number with Mac."

With that they both rose from the table and set off down the corridor, presumably to clean up and collect the dogs. Meanwhile I looked out of the window as the taxi drew up, an older man in his fifties with a full white beard and moustache was waving in at us, he was chewing on a Sherlock Holmes style pipe, I raised my hand and separated my fingers indicating we would be out in five minutes, with that he pulled the flat cap from his head and waved acknowledgement.

"There's the taxi Chloe – how you feeling!" I asked.

"Shit Stacey ! I'm horny as hell " she replied.

"Slip your panties off " I replied " I have an idea"

Just then the guys came back with the dogs in tow, one of them laid a ten pound note on the table and the both said their goodbyes. Mac followed shortly after with a receipt showing the guys had settled in full and one of them had written a mobile phone number on the receipt. I took the receipt and lifted my bag from the seat next to me, Mac also carried a dishcloth and a plastic bottle filled with an orange liquid which had a pump action spray built into the handle

" Better clean up this mess " he smiled looking down where jets of semen had landed

He proceeded to spray then thoroughly wipe our table until he was satisfied there were no traces of our earlier activity.

"Damn it Mac – I've dropped my purse" I said " Can you reach it ?"

With that he disappeared under the table and started groping around in the darkness trying to locate my purse. I lowered my hand under the table and waited. As he methodically searched the floor he was gradually coming closer and closer, as he came into reach I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, he squealed and quickly crawled forward following my hand. As hard as I could I rammed his face into Chloe's crotch, with my free hand I placed her hands on either side of his head and signalled for her to grab a handful of hair. She quickly realised my intention and pulled hard as she smashed her sopping pussy into his face. She managed to manoeuvre into a position where her clitty was jammed into the bridge of his nose and she was furiously fucking his face.

" I think you missed some doggy spunk down there Mac " I taunted " better clean it all up"

Chloe couldn't take much of this and minutes later she had come all over Macs face. She released her grip and Mac crawled backwards from under the table, I glanced out at the taxi driver and gave him a thumbs up indicating we were about to leave once again he waved his cap. Mac face emerged above the end of the table, his eyes were tight shut and he was gasping for breath, his entire face was covered in a thick film of doggy come and pussy juice.

"Shit Stacey " he complained

" I guess that's us even Mac" I smirked

With that we left the café and jumped into the black cab waiting at the kerb. I gave Sherlock my address and sat down beside Chloe. The clock in the cab dash board read 12:30, I thought again of Andy. The feeling of impending doom gathered around me and as if to highlight the fact , outside it started to rain. As I looked around the cab I noticed a huge "NO SMOKING" sign and looked at the driver. He still had the pipe dangling from his mouth and resting on his beard but no smoke was emanating from the bowl or from his mouth. He must have caught me in the rear view mirror staring at him.

"Haven't lit it for twenty years dear" he offered " Just couldn't bear to be without it – the old lady calls it my dummy tit " he chuckled.

We drew up outside my building and I turned to Chloe

"This is my building – third floor left – Baker on the door" I said "If you ever want to drop in, feel free"

"I will " she replied "My boyfriend stays directly below you."

"Take care " I said and jumped out of the cab.

A Week in October

Part VIII A Ride On The Tube

The wind seemed to instantly chill me to the bone and the rain soaked my already bedraggled hair. I stood motionless looking at the entrance hallway to the building. Finally I rushed up the steps, punched in the security code and I was inside. I hesitated momentarily deciding whether or not to take the elevator, I chose the stairs – one it would further delay my having to see Andy and two even although the building was only one hundred years old the elevator looked , felt and sounded like some medieval iron torture chamber that some sinister individual had built the house around. I started to climb the stairs , eighteen steps between each floor , Andy and I had counted them when we first moved in. Fifty four steps to heaven Andy would say and they were a welcome sight after a hard day at work without seeing Andy, I knew I only had fifty four more steps till I was back in his arms. The bare stone stairs clicked at my every step and the green ceramic tiles felt cold against my hand. I stood outside apartment 3 b and stared at the door, I slipped my key into the Yale and opened the door. There was a deathly silence, I looked around the hallway, something was different, I called out to Andy but there was no reply, I rushed into the lounge, no-one, into the bedroom no-one, back to the lounge , I frantically glanced around the room for a clue as to what had happened when Andy had awoken. There on the coffee table was a folded piece of A4 paper with my name scribbled on the front. Carefully , as if it would break I unfolded the note, before I even read it I knew what was coming, he would say I had abused his trust , humiliated him and obviously the depth of his love for me was not reciprocated and that he couldn't live with that and he had gone to try to rebuild his shattered life.

I read

Dear Stacey

Take it you had gone to Paddy's – we all slept in but should still make it to the airport.

Call you later in the week

All my love

Andy

I rushed back into the hallway the cases and the golf clubs were gone. My God he was on his way to Portugal. Guilt and shame washed over me and tears streamed down my face as I re-read the note. How could I have done this to the most wonderful man I had ever known. I ran through to our bed and threw myself down on Andy's pillow and sobbed until eventually I slept.

I was wakened around 8pm by the telephone ringing in the distance; I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway only to find the ringing stop when as I was about to lift the receiver. I turned and started to walk towards the bathroom, I desperately needed to soak in a long hot fragrant bath. There was a loud beep from the answer machine and I turned to see the green light blinking in the darkness signalling a new message had been recorded, I walked back and pushed the play button, suddenly Andy's voice boomed from the single speaker on top of the machine.

"Hi Honey, Just me! to let you know I have arrived safely, call you later Bye.!"

He was gone as quickly as he had appeared. The tone of his voice convinced me of my earlier suspicions that he was blissfully unaware that the four men he was now sharing a holiday with had, the previous evening, not only fucked his wife but had pleasured one another.

I headed back to the bathroom and turned on the taps to fill the bath, as the room filled with steam I turned to look at myself in the long mirror - Christ I looked like a two bit whore – stockings in shreds, basque splattered and stained , hair matted , what make-up I had left streaked my face like commando camouflage and dried silver trails led from my pussy all the way down the inside of each leg.

I watched in the mirror as the whores eyes filled with tears and she wept at the sight of me, I felt the pain in her heart, the sorrow in her soul and the sobbing in her breast. Soon she had gone and I lay almost fully submerged in the steaming foamy hot cleansing water, powerful fragrances from the lavender bath salts gripped my olfactory senses and I was hidden from the world under a blanket of soft gentle feminine innocence.

Fully an hour alter I emerged pink and clean, drying myself down and throwing on a bathrobe I wandered into the lounge. I lifted a small squat glass from the shelf above the Hi-Fi and poured myself a healthy measure of scotch from the open bottle sitting on the coffee table, The Macallan slithered down my throat like a velvet ribbon and left a warm glow where ever it travelled. I laid the whiskey down and went into the kitchen in search of my handbag , I gathered it from the worktop next to the sink and quickly opened it in search of some cigarettes, Andy did not approve of my occasional cigarette so it would be a real pleasure to enjoy without castigation. As I pulled the new packet of Rothmans from my bag I noticed something clinging to the cellophane, I pulled it free and read the logo across the top – " Paddy's Café" – I flipped it over and there was the mobile phone number I had told Kings owner to leave with Mac. Wild images of the ATM Kiosk, Paddy's Café and the courtyard played on the cinema in my head. I threw down the receipt and headed back to the lounge, I lit a cigarette with the onyx table lighter on the fireplace and inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs, I held it there for a few moments before exhaling a cloud of drifting mist. I lifted my glass and chased the nicotine down with a mouthful of alcohol.

As my eyes travelled around the room they were suddenly fixed on the thong I had been wearing last night, now abandoned on the floor beside the sofa, I smiled as I recalled the sight of Shaun with the sopping crotch covering his nose and mouth, I reached down and lifted them , they were still damp. I started to giggle at the thought of Paul licking Dons balls and finally I laughed out loud at the thought of the guys suddenly realising I was no longer in the room, I would loved to have seen their faces. My laughter surprised me , I had been safe in my misery, secure behind a wall of self loathing with no chance that my sins could bring me any further pleasures. I headed back to bed and within five minutes was again sound asleep.

At 7:00am the alarm warned me that I had 1hour and thirty minutes to be behind my desk at Drachman and Sadler advertising agency. A position I had held since leaving art school some ten years previously. I enjoyed my job but today I felt less inclined to jump up and start running on the endless treadmill that life in the city brought. Today I wanted fun or excitement or just different or maybe all three. For now I threw the duvet back over my head and lay down, ten minutes later the alarm warned me that I had had a further ten minutes snoozing and that I really ought to get up now. I suddenly felt disinclined to argue any further, after all his reasoning was probably significantly more logical than mine. I dragged my sorry carcass out of bed and wandered through for coffee. With a piping hot mug of Arabica in my hand I went and sat in the lounge and switched on the TV, the familiar GMTV faces burst on to the screen. I reached over and pulled breakfast from the packet and lit it, Inhaled deeply then started coughing uncontrollably. On finishing the coffee and breakfast I quickly showered, applied my face then dressed, I had pulled a navy blue two piece from the wardrobe, a fairly short skirt and a three quarter length jacket, matched it up with a white blouse and a sparkling marquisate rose which I pinned to my lapel, checking in the mirror I was satisfied that I was looking reasonably professional and business like for the days client meetings. I slipped on some shoes, my long Burberry rain coat, threw my hand bag over my shoulder and headed to work.

As I stepped out of the building the wind was again chilling and I pulled my coat tight around me, at the end of our cul-de-sac I turned left onto High Road and headed towards Wood Green tube station, as I passed The Nelson, a real ale pub Andy and I frequented, I wondered whether he was still enjoying his golf or had the guys broken the story. As I passed Dean's Laundromat I glanced in the huge plate glass window – no hunks peeling off their jeans today I thought but then there never was. Into the station I headed for the south bound platform and waited for the Heathrow Terminals tube due in three minutes according to the monitor. It was now 7:35am and the journey to Hammersmith took around 48 mins this left me 7 mins for the 20 minute walk from the station to our offices in Dane Street, late again I guess. As usual the platform was bustling, everyone trying to get to the front to ensure a seat. There was definitely and art in picking your spot, even if you were at the front you weren't guaranteed a seat unless the doors stopped directly in front of you. Normally I chose not to compete in the daily fiasco and resigned myself to standing for the whole journey. The train duly arrived and the lemmings poured onto the carriages, almost last on and I was left standing just inside the door, it was a good day since at least I could lean against the glass wall that separated the carriage sections and hold onto the upright pole that was integrated part of the separating wall , I hated when I had to reach up and hold onto to the handles dangling from the ceiling. We lurched out of the station at the sound of the guards whistle and begun trundling towards the first of twenty stations on the journey. I looked around at my fellow travellers, none seemed particularly pleased that it was Monday morning and that the day ahead my bring opportunities to rise another rung on the corporate ladder. I glanced down to my right through the glass in the wall where a middle aged, pin stripped, financial services type was peering through half moon glasses at a copy of FT, next to him a white Rastafarian student about twenty two, wearing wide weave heavy jacket obviously purchased in Oxfam's Fair-trade section, was trying to sleep. Directly to my left a couple stood facing each other and were clearly extending their early morning intimacies as they kissed and whispered and nibbled at to one another's ear. I watched them for a while and enjoyed the tenderness and affection they were showing to each other, I guessed it was a fairly new relationship. Her head was on his shoulder facing me and her straight, jet black hair shone even in the dim light of the carriage, it seemed unfair that all oriental women did not even have to try to excel in the hair department. Her eyes seemed disproportionately large for the size of her face and the liquid ebony irises were stark against the whites of her eyes , I became aware that she was returning my gaze when she smiled without lifting her head from his shoulder, devastatingly white and perfectly formed teeth sparkled at me and I smiled back, she held my gaze for longer than she should until eventually her partner interrupted and spoke in her ear. I forced my head to turn away and considered what I was feeling; she was a very beautiful young woman. I couldn't say exactly what age she was, another advantage that I thought oriental women have , they seem not to age from twelve years old until around thirty five, the down side of course is that on their thirty fifth birthday they instantly aged twenty two years to make up – or so I hoped.

We pulled into Turnpike Lane station and as usual no-one disembarked, the train was almost full and people were running up and down the platform looking for spaces in any of the carriages, two or three tried to board at our door and the couple next to me were forced to squeeze over towards me, my shoulder was now pushed hard against his and my face no more than six inches from hers. Damn it ! I was definitely attracted to this woman, I wanted to feel her smooth skin against mine, I wanted her lips caressing my face, I wanted her pleasure to be mine. I stared straight ahead of me at the sea of faces, it seemed to me that every race, creed and colour in the entire world was represented somewhere in this carriage. Unlike Andy I welcomed the diversity in our society, it seems to me that if Darwin's theory holds any water then our best chance for long term survival is to access the global gene pool, any lineage that becomes too incestuous will become useless: take the chiwawa for instance. My thoughts were interrupted as I caught some movement to my left out of the corner of my eye, I turned my head to see the oriental woman lift her left hand and place it on her partners shoulder, I watched as she positioned it in order that the heel of her hand was touching me. I glanced up at her face and she smiled, as if held by some invisible beam being transmitted from her forehead, I could not move. My eyes shifted from her beautiful eyes to her full lips and shinning teeth and aback again, I became aware that her hand was slowly, very slowly, moving onto my shoulder, so slowly that the movement would be imperceptible to anyone watching. Her eyes held me and dared me to object, she slowly raised her eyebrows asking me the question – I smiled.

The train started to slow down as we pulled into Manor House station. As the doors opened onto the platform the jostling started up again as desperate commuters tried to force their way on board, as the oriental woman took a step to her right and now stood directly in front of me, her left hand brushed over my breasts and came to rest on my waist, with her right hand she reached up and grasped one of the plastic handles dangling from the aluminium rail attached to the roof of the carriage. Her partner was forced to move behind me and the contour of the carriage forced him to bend slightly to fit neatly between me and the external wall of the train. I looked into her eyes as she pressed her body into mine. The contours of her body slotted neatly as a jigsaw into mine, as she rested her head on my right shoulder I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Her partner was now unavoidably pressed against my back and could hardly move, she stared into my eyes as her hand travelled from my waist down and inside my raincoat, even if I had considered it I was unable to resist. As her fingers made the first electrifying contact with my naked thigh a shiver ran the full length of my spine and my legs quivered, with her finger tips she traced a line up the inside of my thigh until she was almost touching my pussy, she stopped and gently clasped my thigh with her whole hand. I could feel my labia begin to swell and my pussy start to bubble, for agonising minutes she simply held me. The motion of the train made my hips sway back and forth and I could feel her partner's body behind me. Without warning my knees bent involuntarily desperately trying to bring my pussy into contact with her hand – she smiled and a few moments later her finger nails racked over my pussy through my now wet panties, I gasped aloud and slouched forward forcing her to lean hard against me to hold me upright. My now erect nipples were being teased intolerably as they rubbed against her breasts. The train slowed once more as we approached Finsbury Park, as the commuters on the platform exchanged places with some of the passengers on board, none of the three of us made any attempt to move or make space. As we pulled out of the station she leaned over my shoulder and whispered to her partner, moments later I felt his hand inside my raincoat which was split to the waist at the back, he slowly made his way to the waistline of my panties and lowered them to just above my knees, I wriggled slightly and they fell to the floor. A voice in my ear told me to step out of them and as I looked down they were swiped away behind me, almost immediately I felt the palm of her hand cup my pussy and one finger slide easily inside me. For agonising minutes there was no movement as my pussy juice flowed into her hand, then slowly her finger moved in a circular motion tracking around the walls of my pussy and a second finger was inserted. After only a few moments she withdrew and reached down and used her moist fingers to tease and probe gently at my ass. Instinctively I pushed against her fingers and both slid in, slowly she pushed until I could feel her knuckles at the opening and she began to rotate her fingers. After only a few moments she once again withdrew and her fingers traced their way up the length of my pussy to find my clitty, by this time I was close to the edge and desperately wanted relief. A single finger tip rolled gently back and forth over my clitty , just too slowly and too lightly to ignite my orgasm, at this my whole abdomen turned to a warm gooey swirling mess as I teetered over the edge but not quite able to launch my self off into oblivion.

"Tell Marcos to fuck your ass " she whispered

I turned my head to the side as Marcos brought his ear close to my lips and I did as I was instructed. I felt movement behind me and his overcoat appeared at either side of my hips, obviously trying to obscure his activities. I had expected to feel his hand inside my raincoat but was surprised when the head of his rock hard dick nudged at my moist ass, gently I leaned back and he breached my sphincter. The initial pain dissipated into a warm full sensation. The tip of her finger was now exerting more pressure on my clit but was now no longer moving, the increased pressure enhanced my arousal but still was not sufficient to allow release. Gradually Marcos pushed his dick as far up my ass as he could go, I felt his rough pubic hair scratching at my stretched opening, he started to rock back and forth with the motion of the train, dipping his cock in and out of my ass. I have no idea how long this lasted as I was now totally focused on my own orgasm.

"Nina" Marcos said out loud.

With that he thrust deep and froze, I felt his dick swell inside me and the first spasm of the onset of his goal, Nina reacted quickly and started rubbing hard on my clitty, within five seconds my pussy exploded and shot bolts of electricity through my body and into my brain, as my eyes rolled in my head, my head flopped back and my legs gave out, the only thing supporting me was Marcos's dick up my ass. When I recovered Nina's hand was gone as had Marcos's dick – I felt empty and exhausted.

The tube was slowing once more and I was shocked to see Leicester Square platform – I had completely missed seven stations including Kings Cross. I suddenly became very conscious of the other people in the carriage and glanced down to my right at Mr Half-moon-glasses and realised by the expression on his face that he knew ! His mouth hung slightly open and he peered directly at me over the top of his glasses, I smiled – it seemed to snap him out of his trance and he smiled back. I glanced down at Nina whose gleaming smile had grown to consume her whole face

"My turn tomorrow" she said "same train"

I nodded and at that the carriage doors opened and Marcos and Nina disappeared into the crowd, our White Rastafarian also disembarked leaving a seat next to Mr Half-moon-glasses into which I quickly collapsed. As I sat down I could feel the contents of Marcos's balls start to seep from my ass, damn – no knickers

"You don't happen to have any tissues do you " I asked Mr Half-moon-glasses

He jumped, startled, as if surprised that I could speak and was forced to look at me, he mumbled something incoherent and started frisking himself for evidence of the tissues he knew he had. Eventually from his coat pocket he pulled an unopened packet of Handy-Andes and offered them to me, he watched intently as I opened the packet pulled out a handkerchief, lifted my buttocks slightly off the seat and pushed the hanky under my ass. As I sat down I turned and said with a smile

"Enjoy the show ?"

"I… er …. eh .... I "

"By the look of that bulge – I would say you did" I teased

He looked down as the bulge in his trousers was threatening to break free and immediately thrust his newspaper into a crumpled ball on his lap. He blushed.

"I don't reckon you will be able to concentrate on anything much today ! " I laughed

For a while I sat recovering from my newest experience and relaxed. The carriage had started to empty, and by the time we left Green Park the section in front of us had completely emptied and only a few long distance travellers headed for Heathrow were spread out behind us.

"I … eh …. I think you are right" said Mr Half-Moon lifting his newspaper and staring into his lap.

"Never mind" I sniggered " Mrs Half-Moon will take care of that when you get home.

As he lifted his head and looked out of the window he sighed the kind of sigh that a teenager would make when the CD his Gran promised him for birthday turned out to be Val Doonegan and not Van Halen as requested. He suddenly looked like a sad little man with a sad little life. Damn it I thought.

"Unless of course I can help"

It was Van Halen after all – his eyes danced and his smile broadened to a place it hadn't been in a long time. I looked round the carriage to check we could not easily be overseen and lifted my hand into his lap. He stared at my hand as I unzipped him and slipped my hands inside his trousers, moments later I had fished out a reasonable sized hardon and wrapped my fist around it. His eyes furtively glanced around the carriage obviously wary of being discovered. As I started to move my fist up and down his shaft his stare returned to my hand, he watched intently as I pumped his dick faster and faster. Soon there was a trickle of sticky clear fluid running from the end of his cock and as if to warn me of his imminent ejaculation he looked into my eyes, I smiled, the first short spurt of semen arced onto the floor at his feet, his eyes rolled around in their sockets and he held his breath deep in his lungs for fear of alerting everyone in the carriage to his moment of joy. Thirty seconds later it was all over and I was handing him back his handkerchiefs. Just then we pulled into Hammersmith and I kissed him on the cheek and jumped down onto the platform, as I looked back I saw he was staring out at me with that huge smile on his face again and he mouthed the words 'Thank You.' I smiled and disappeared up the stairwell towards the surface.

A Week in October

Part IX Sadler's been naughty

"Seventeen minutes late Ms Holden" chastised Sadler as he looked at his watch

I grinned and made some pathetic excuse about the tube delays. I guess as a bosses go Benjamin Sadler was OK – typical public school and silver spoon type who had never wanted for anything in his life. A very austere and foreboding veneer meant that he had little or no need for middle class social etiquette, of which he had no knowledge anyway. Being brought up on a 200 acre country estate in Hertfordshire, sent to Harrow then on to Eaton does not lend itself to easy integration with the proletariat. That said at 63 he was undoubtedly still a very talented man and continues to win industry awards for his designs and as a founding partner he has to be at least partially credited with building a £5 million per annum business. A stalwart for punctuality I new my recent tardiness would not go unpunished.

"My office twelve noon sharp Ms Holden" he barked

Oh well, another lecture on the merits of good time-keeping, shows "strength of character" apparently. As I walked through reception Sharon on the front desk handed me a pile of yellow post-it notes with details of calls received that morning, a quick flick through showed nothing of major import had been missed. I took my seat in the open plan office and said good morning to our newest recruit Emma. At sixteen and six months into her employment, Emma showed zero promise of fulfilling any function any of us in the office could think of, however, it seems the company was being paid under some government scheme to find employment for school leavers from deprived backgrounds – essentially it looked like we were stuck with her for a further eighteen months. Fourteen of us were seated in the main office area, a mixture of drawing boards, desks and computer workstations. At either end of the open plan area there were four offices where the hierarchy hid behind louvre blinds masking off the glass walls, the two senior partners and two junior partners at the furthest away end and four so called middle management at the west end of the building.

I sat down at my chic Perspex desk and switched on my computer, checked my inbox for new mail and set off for the coffee machine. A corridor ran down the front of the building parallel to the reception that led to the staff restrooms, in the corridor next to the photocopier a gaggle of caffeine junkies huddled around the local supplier. I joined my fellow addicts and bought a 20p hit, I acknowledged the greetings from colleagues and scuttled back to my desk to enjoy my score in private.

As I sipped my stimulant my eyes wandered around the room, the workstations were set out in two concentric squares – ten on the outer square and four for the most junior staff in the centre. Our second government assisted position was filled by Daniel who seemed to spend most of his day drooling over Emma, sat side on directly in front of me. Overall there was a fair cross-section of gender, race, age and size. Draining the last drops from my paper cup I set about the days tasks, I cleared the various calls and answered the twenty or so emails which had built up over the morning. Around eleven o'clock my electronic diary reminded me I had a client presentation that afternoon at 2:00pm, deciding to go over the designs to be presented I pushed back my chair and headed for the A1 filing cabinets. As I stood, I noticed there was a higher level than usual of giggling emanating from Emma and Daniel, I looked up to see both of them smiling at me and conspiratorially whispering to each other, for the time being I thought no more of it. Back at my desk with the appropriate designs the giggling started up once again, this time as I looked up I noticed they were both staring at my crotch, my knees were slightly apart and given I had a short skirt on they were obviously tickled by my white panties. In an effort to embarrass them both and draw their attention to the fact that I was aware of their antics, I spread my legs further apart. I was surprised not to get an immediate reaction and a guilty look from them both, instead Daniels jaw almost hit the floor and Emma made a stereotypical wide eyed round mouthed surprised look. Christ I had forgotten, Marcos had run off with my panties on the train, I resisted the strong temptation to snap my legs closed and die of embarrassment. Neither had looked up at me by this time so they were unaware I had caught them, I quickly looked down into my designs and ignored the situation as I slowly closed my legs and hid my pussy from their fixed gazes. For the remainder of the morning I reviewed the presentation and prepared copies of the documentation for the client to take away.

At precisely one minute to 12:00pm my diary once again beeped at me warning me of my appointment for a dressing down with Sadler, I jumped up and immediately headed for his office. Knocking on the door, unusually there was no reply from his Nazi secretary Ms White, a typical fifty five year old maiden aunt, who guarded the inner sanctum of Sadler's lair as ferociously as Orth. Fearing the worst should I be tardy, I opened the door and stepped in, no Ms White. I checked the light above Sadler's door which glowed red indicating he was "in conference". I checked the main office and still no sight of Ms White, I walked over to Sadler's office door and raised my knuckles and was about to knock when I noticed the door slightly ajar, I hesitated and listened. I could hear two muffled voices then 'THWACK' – I jumped back from the door in surprise, I couldn't quite get a handle on the nature of the noise but for sure knew it was out of place in Sadler's office. Moments later a second 'THWACK' then a third. Slowly I crept back to the door and peered into the tiny gap. Sadler was lying over the side of his desk with his trousers at his ankles and his head turned away from the door. Ms White, wearing only black fishnet stockings, a tiny thong and high heels, stood at his side with her back to me. In her right hand she wielded a mean looking broad leather strap decorated with metal stars, in her left hand she had Sadler's dick. Confident that I would not be spotted I gently pushed the door further open and took in the view in its entirety.

"We've been bad boy today – Haven't we Pinky !" said Mistress White

As she pumped furiously at his full erection Ms White landed another resounding 'THWACK' on Sadler's bright red rump.

"Yes Miss – very bad" whimpered Sadler

Initially I could barely contain my laughter at the comical sight I was beholding, not only did Sadler look ridiculous with his flabby old ass in the air but a stocking clad Ms White beating the shit out of him and him loving it. Gradually the humour dissipated and I was mesmerised by the pleasure Sadler was obviously feeling, after another five or six gut wrenching thwacks he spilled his seed over the desk and floor at his feet. I stepped back from the door and quickly made my way back to my desk. Prior to witnessing this incident I had always considered "that-kind-of-thing" somewhat perverted and failed miserably to see where the pleasure was to be had in inflicting or receiving pain, now I wondered.

Ten minutes later when everyone had left for the canteen Sadler approached my desk

"Ms Holden we had an appointment I believe"

"Yes Mr Sadler " I replied " I did come to your office at precisely 12:00pm but you were …… er … busy" I smiled

"I see … yes …well. I ..I was simply going to remind you of your duty to the firm to be punctual . Don't let it happen again." He stuttered and disappeared back to his lair.

Boy what a morning, I reflected as I made my way to the restroom, just how much excitement can a girl take. The office was deserted by now and even the local supplier had no trade, as I passed the photocopier a devilish thought jumped into my head, uncharacteristically I acted upon it without further ado. I opened the lid of the copier, jumped up onto the glass plate and pressed the "COPY" button twice. Moments later two perfect replicas of my ass and pussy shot out of the side of the machine. Retrieving them from the tray I set off down the corridor for the ladies , as I sat on the loo I stared at the copy in my hand, I had never really seen myself before and was fascinated at how ugly my pussy looked. My minds eye had given me a perfectly symmetrical tidy attractive little pussy rather than this lop sided gaping slab of uncooked meat. Heading back to my desk I lifted my raincoat from the peg and threw it over my shoulders and headed out through reception in search of a bite to eat.

O'Henry's was the closest pub to the office which served bar lunches, one of those hideous Irish theme pubs where all the staff are Australian. Sitting at the table in the bay window I perused the menu knowing full well I would order the Boxty once again, this supposedly traditional Irish stew was just about the only edible item available. A young girl who looked about twelve approached the table

"Can I take your order Madame?"

Jesus I was getting old. Moments later she returned with my gin and tonic and assured me my meal would follow shortly. Looking around I noticed three of my male colleagues enjoying a liquid lunch at the end of the bar, one of them caught my gaze and nudged the other two, I returned their wave of acknowledgement. Judging by the extent of the grin each of them was wearing I guessed they had been speaking to Daniel, which reminded me I really ought to do something about my lack of underwear. Hurriedly finishing my meal and downing the last of my gin, I handed my credit card over at the bar then set off back to the office. It was now 1:30pm and I had only thirty minutes before my client arrived. Back in the office I started to prepare the boardroom. By the time I had setup the projector and organised the copies of the documentation around the table it was almost time. Sadler always attended key account presentations and as anticipated he breezed into the board room at exactly 2:00pm. Moments later Sharon entered followed by the three representatives of J&K Darwin Ltd one of our biggest clients. Sharon introduced them to Sadler as Mr Aitken, Ms Dawson and Ms Anderson, we all shook hands and I invited them all to take a seat. Aitken had to be in his mid fifties and smooth as they come, a St Tropez tan set off his head of well groomed silver hair, the creases in his dark pinstriped designer suit could easily have been used to slice the Sunday joint and the whole ensemble was garnished with an assortment of gold and diamond encrusted jewellery. The two bimbos on the other hand looked as if their combined ages may allow one of them to buy alcohol at the local off-licence and the garish outfits were blatantly purchased at the local flee market from some Indian trader who purchased his stock directly from his brothers sweat shop in Deli.

Over the previous two weeks I had prepared a story board for a multimedia advertising campaign to promote Darwin's executive car sales arm. The presentation went well and Mr Aitken noted that his request to include beautiful young women had been tastefully implemented. Sadler was pleased and gave me a satisfied smile. The contract was ours and shooting was to begin as soon as possible – if not before, Sadler assured them that logistics would be handled tomorrow and shooting would begin on Wednesday. After the contracts were signed we were finishing up the coffee that Sharon had provided and Aitken asked that he be informed where the shoot was to take place as he wished to attend.

"Would love to see you in action!" he leered

With that he lent under the table and ran his hand up inside of my thigh, I am not sure who got the bigger surprise as the tips of his fingers made contact with my naked pussy. He immediately pulled back and started to rise from his seat, the two Ms's giggled which until now was their only contribution to the afternoon's proceedings. As we all shook hands once more I reassured Aitken he would have the time and location for the shoot by close of play tomorrow and Sharon lead the procession back to the main reception where his uniformed chauffeur awaited.. As Aitken was leaving the main door he called over his shoulder

"By the way honey – these two will be starring in the production – no problem I hope "

" But Mr Aitken I'm not sure that the production team will…….." I started to protest

"There will be NO problem at all Mr Aitken – bye for now" Sadler glowered at me.

"Ms Holden the board room please!"

Back in the board room Sadler invited me to sit in a chair he had pulled out from the table and sat facing me, knees almost touching.

"Firstly Ms Holden I would like to congratulate you on your success today, you had obviously worked very hard to win Mr Aitkens new contract." He started

"However I am not entirely sure I approve of some of the methods you used to win him over " he continued.

"What on earth do you mean Mr Sadler – I felt I had dealt with the whole presentation very professionally "

"Undoubtedly Ms Holden undoubtedly "

"Then what did you disapprove of ?" I asked

"Well Ms Holden I could not help noticing that when Mr Aitken did this "

At which point he leaned forward and emulated Aitkens earlier antics. Much to my horror I did not react, in fact quite the opposite, I encouraged it by wriggling almost imperceptibly as his fingers touched my gaping pussy. Checkmate I thought! I pushed my chair back and stood up

"We've been bad boy today – Haven't we Pinky !"

His eyes widened as his lower jaw bounced off the floor

"I wouldn't want to have to punish you for being naughty – now would I Pinky"

With that I turned and walked back to my seat without looking back – I couldnt contain myself by the time I reached my desk and made some half hearted attempt to pretend to be laughing with Emma. This will go one of two ways I thought to myself – either I will have a P45 within the hour or my own office with "Senior Designer " on the door awaits me.

It was now 4:00pm and in the hour that was to follow every male member of the staff made some excuse or other to speak to Daniel and invariably it would involve crouching at the side of his desk. For a select few I did open my legs and pretend not to be aware of the eyes fixed on my pussy but in the main they remained tightly closed. AT 4:55pm my computer notified me of yet another incoming email, I swithered as to whether or not to even look at the damn thing but eventually gave succumbed.

"Dear Ms Holden,

In accordance with company policy, on the signing of a major contract, the account executive responsible for securing the business will dine out at a restaurant of their choice at the company's expense. Given my own close association with this particular contract, both myself and Ms White will accompany you.

Please see Ms White prior to leaving this evening to finalise arrangements.

Once again may I offer my congratulations.

Best Regards

Benjamin Sadler"

No P45 then I thought to myself smiling, you dirty old rascal Sadler. As I reached Ms Whites office she was busying herself preparing to leave for the evening, she lifted her head from the last of the filing and peered over her winged spectacles.

"Mr Sadler and I are expecting you at ****** on ****** street at 7:00pm this evening and I don't think a refusal would go down very well young lady"

"But that doesn't leave enough time to go home and change and……"

"Mr Sadler specifically asked for you to come as you are" she interrupted

"Exactly as you are " she reiterated lifting her spectacles from her face.

"Good for old Pinky " I quipped, turned on one heel and strutted out.

What the hell was I going to do for the next two hours. On the way back to my desk Emma and Daniel were huddled whispering to one another as usual when Emma suddenly broke away and lunge over towards me

"Danny and I are going down O'Henry's for a drink before we gone home " she announced

"Fancy a quickie!"

"I may even have a drink" I retorted

My wit left Daniel giggling and Emma puzzled. Given I had no better ideas as to how to pass the next two hours I reckoned it would be entertaining if nothing else.

A Week in October

Part X Emma needs attention

Entering O'Henry's we found the bay window table vacant and sat down, the child labourer from lunchtime quickly appeared and took our order. The three stooges were at the end of the bar again grinning and waving, it suddenly occurred to me that it was very likely that they had put Emma up to the invite, I smiled back and waved.

"So – are you two fucking yet"

For an eternity both of them stared at me, I stared back, as surprised by my question as they were, had I not heard it with my own ears I would never have believed it came from me, these were two junior staff members for christs sake. I broke the silence

"And if not then why not" I said to no one in particular.

Still no reply

"Emma you really should do something for poor Daniel tonight, after all he has spent most of the day with a raging hardon"

"You are still horny Daniel aren't you after spending all day gawping at my naked pussy!"

At that, I slipped my hand under the table and let it rest in his lap, of course he was excited and I grasped his erection through his trousers and gave a little squeeze. I sat back in my chair

"Yep – Still hard as rock."

"I have to say that with all the attention you two were paying to my little old pussy it did end up rather damp"

By this time both of them were scarlet and their eyes bounced from one another then to me then back at each other.

"Oh ! Bye the way I have a little present for you both "

I reached into the inside pocket of my raincoat a pulled out the two photocopies I had made earlier.

"Just in case you hadn't seen enough " I said as I handed one to each of them.

As they unfolded the sheets of paper their eyes widened as they realised what they were looking at

"Holy Shit !" exclaimed Daniel

"I'll take that as a compliment Daniel – What about you Emma " I questioned

"I ..em ..err Yeah Nice !!"

" Nice - pretty or Nice - sexy or Nice – Id love to get my teeth in that " I teased

"Eh… emm ...yeah – all three"

For some unknown reason that particular answer coming from Emma made us all laugh and the atmosphere relaxed into a warm and friendly conspiratorial camaraderie. The next fifteen minutes or so was taken up with discussions about Emma' s current boyfriend Chas and Daniel's current girlfriend Michelle, turns out Emma has been humping like a bunny for years whereas Daniel had only managed it once with his previous girlfriend about eight months ago. Much to Daniels surprise and delight I cajoled Emma into admitting that she would love to be fucked by Daniel and that it was something she had been considering for a while. Daniel on the other hand was whining on about relationships, trust and fidelity.

"She doesn't want to marry you Daniel – she just wants fucked" I said as I leaned over and grasped his erection again.

"You telling me you don't want to get off right now?" I mocked.

"Well yeah … but"

"No buts – that's it settled then - leave this to me"

Daniel slumped slightly in his chair as if resigning himself to the inevitable; Emma smiled broadly and let out a little girlish giggle. I knew neither of them had a place of their own and the flat was too far away to take them there and still be back in time for dinner, I considered the options. Outside darkness had crept into the city and the autumnal winds were beginning to gather pace, even at the height of desperation it would be a little too uncomfortable to bare ones ass out there. Rising from my seat I excused myself and headed for the ladies, I wasn't quite sure what to expect as I opened the swing door marked "leithreas na mban" White ceramic tiles, floor to ceiling, was a good start, two brushed aluminium sinks set into a marble effect unit and an illuminated wall mirror directly above and two fully enclosed toilet stalls had been set against the back wall, utilitarian but perfectly clean, this will do. Returning to the table I was stopped by Groucho, Harpo and Zeppo, I had been careful during the course of the afternoon not to allow any of these sleaze balls a peep show although all three had tried.

"Daniel tells us you are going commando today – is that true? " Groucho leered

Without considering an answer I grabbed Harpo's hand and thrust it palm up under my skirt and cupped my pussy, I then used two fingers to insert his index finger right inside me, pulling his hand out I thrust it in Grouch's face

"Ask him " I replied

My stomach churned and my legs shook as I turned and walked back to my table. What the hell was I turning into – I couldn't possibly have just done what I think I did – could I?. Approaching the table I noticed that Emma had taken my place next to Daniel and was whispering in his ear, I intentionally sat between them and broke up the party.

"You two do exactly as I tell you" I started "Daniel go up and speak to the Neanderthals at the bar and tell them Emma and I have gone home, after about five minutes make your excuses and tell them you are going to the loo, then home."

"Emma get your coat, you are coming with me."

Emma and I left the lounge through the main door and entered the public bar next door which I knew shared the same facilities in the adjoining corridor, we immediately headed for the ladies room. Once inside I was relived to see we were alone, I removed Emma's overcoat and hung it on the coat rack and herded her into the first cubicle. Emma seemed to be being swept along in the excitement which I imagine accounted for the constant giggling; I closed the cubicle door behind us and looked at Emma. Her skin tight hipster denims looked as if they had been spray painted on and her white satin cropped top left her pierced belly button exposed, with no bra her nipples were already clearly visible and already stiffening.

"OK get the jeans off!"

She popped the top button and the zipper found its own way down, after a few moments wriggling she managed to peel them over her ass and down to her knees, not surprisingly she was "commando" too, given how tight the jeans were you could probably have read the label on any panties she had worn. On her feet she was wearing knee length, laced up, black suede boots with a three inch heel, clearly the jeans were not going to go over the top of these so I forced them as far down to her feet as possible. Satisfied with my efforts I took a step back and looked at her, I could see the attraction for Daniel she was a good looking girl. Her 34C breasts were ample and pert, her waist and hips were pleasingly curvaceous and her tight little ass polished off the whole picture admirably. I took a step forward and cupped her plump little clean shaven pussy in the palm of my hand, I curled my index finger and it slid easily inside her

"Daniel will love This " I smiled

Emma said nothing but to my surprise lifted her hand under my skirt and copied my actions. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

"And This !" she replied

This time we both giggled. As I left the cubicle I told her to sit down and wait for me returning. The door to the gents was on the opposite side of the corridor about twenty yards closer to the bar area but as yet there was no sign of Daniel, however he needed to pass the ladies to get to the Gents so I left the door slightly ajar watching for him passing. As Groucho and one of the others passed I could hear I was still the topic of conversation

"…………a good fuck up the ass …………. Bitch!" whined Groucho

Moments later Daniel appeared, he was startled when I threw open the door and hauled him into the ladies. I kissed him on the cheek, took his hand and led him into the cubicle where Emma sat naked from the waist down. Poor Daniel struggled to maintain his composure and looked decidedly unsure.

"Right Daniel this has to be a quickie so let's see what you've got to offer this young lady" I teased

His protestations were quickly quelled as I leant forward and popped his top button and resembling a down trodden puppy he reluctantly obeyed my instructions to lower his trousers. Reservations or not, with his trousers at his knees it was impossible for him to hide the fact that he still had a raging hardon.

"Donald Duck boxers as well" I chortled

This time there was more resistance, so with a single swift tug on the left leg I dropped them to his knees. Now unable to maintain eye contact his head swivelled round and round the cubicle as if somehow we couldn't see him if he didn't look at us. We were presented with a fine specimen of young manhood which rose proudly from his groin, his ample scrotum was taught and obviously screaming to expel its creamy load.

I squeezed into the side of the cubicle next to Emma and pulled Daniel forward so that Emma's gaze was only inches from his cock, I placed my hand on the back of Emma's head and gently pushed forward, she opened her mouth and engulfed the pulsing head of his dick. Next I lifted her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and started to work her hand up and down its length. A few moments later Emma lifted her head, looked at me and was about to ask a question when a huge jet of sticky semen blasted her left cheek, initially unable to identify the source of the assault she turned and looked at Daniels dick only to blasted full on the face with another quart or two of spunk. I glanced up at Daniels to see his eyes forced tight shut and his clenched teeth bared like a frightened animal, white knuckled fists framed his young face as yet another spasm shot his cream into Emma's face, looking down at Emma I was unable to contain my laughter. The shocked look on her face was a sight to behold in its own right but add to that the man juice that was dripping from her nose and her chin and running from her forehead down over her cheeks, the whole scene looked farcical. A few moments later Emma released her grip on Daniels softening cock and she too saw the funny side and started giggling, as we both looked up at Daniel the sheepish look he was wearing only fuelled the hilarity and he too joined in the laughter.

Within a few minutes we had all managed to compose ourselves and Emma had grabbed a wad of toilet paper and cleaned herself up. A moments awkward silence was the signal for the proceedings to continue and I pulled Emma far enough forward on the seat to allow easy access to her pussy. I opened her legs as wide as her restricted movement would allow and looked up at Daniel, Emma gasped as I inserted two fingers deep into her wet pussy and my thumb found her pleasure button, I stroked in and out a few times and as I withdrew Emma exhaled what seemed like considerably more breath than she could have inhaled. Straightening up I ran my sticky fingers around Daniel's lips and pushed them between his teeth and stroked his tongue

"Now Daniel I think it is only fair that you return the favour" I contested

With that I placed one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. He needed no further encouragement, instantly his face found the target and he was furiously lapping at her slick pussy. Had she been akin to Daniel it would all have been over in under a minute, fortunately that was not the case. With her head thrown back Emma's face muscles slackened as she succumbed to the primeval pleasure being offered to her, instinctively her hips thrust her pussy harder into Daniels attentions and I imagined her skin begin to tingle. As I watched her being driven further and further along the road to ecstasy she slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at me, the aura of peacefulness and contentment that surrounded this beautiful young woman made her look almost angelic, I recognised the feeling of bliss as your very soul swims towards the ultimate gratification. I smiled down at her and in a way envied the voyage of discovery she would chart over the coming years (until eventually her journey would lead her to her soul mate with whom she could eternally share the beauty of human union, she too would find her Andy). I snapped out of my daydreaming by the increased volume of the whimpering coming from Emma, I looked down to see Daniel now lapping directly at her clitty while stroking three fingers in and out of her pussy, still gazing up at me Emma had leaned back on one arm and was thrusting against every inward stroke of Daniel's fingers. Without warning her free hand slid up my skirt and found my soaking pussy, her fingers slid easily over my dampness. She explored the moist velvety folds of my lips with her finger tips running them round and round, as she brushed against my engorged clitty a bolt of high voltage electric current raced down my spine and out of my toes. The very tip of a slippery finger nudged at my sensitised anus before entering only a few centimetres. Her whimpering had turned to guttural groans and squawks and I realised what she was doing to me was entirely for her own pleasure and that my needs would have to wait. For agonising seconds Emma had gripped Daniels head tightly between her thighs, with a fistful of hair in either hand she was fucking his face, thrusting hard against him, finally her climax was upon her, devouring her spasm wracked body and consuming her consciousness, oblivious to her surroundings she screamed her ecstasy and welcomed in her ultimate gratification. When the after shocks had subsided Emma relaxed and slumped back against the wall releasing Daniel from her vice like grip, he filled his lungs to capacity with a long drawn out inhalation, an ever broadening grin spread rapidly over his face. The residue of Emma's satisfaction dripped freely from his chin

"Holy Shit" muttered Emma "That's never happened before"

It turned out that while Emma had indeed been sexually active for a number of years she had never had anyone eat her pussy let alone experience an orgasm through someone else's efforts. As Emma wallowed in the warm post orgasmic glow, I glanced down at Daniel and noticed his erection had re-appeared.

"Looks like Daniel is ready to go again" I commented

Taking Emma by the elbow I managed to manoeuvre her into a standing position and turned her around to face the back wall, bending over she was able to support herself with her hands on the toilet seat. Stretching the jeans wrapped around her ankles there was just sufficient leeway to allow on foot either side of the base of the toilet. Turning to Daniel, who was **********

"I don't think you guys need me anymore"

A Week in October

Part XI Opportunity not to be missed

Back in the corridor I turned right and headed towards the bar area, a Macallans would go down a treat right now I thought. I ordered my drink from an Alf Garnett look-alike whose bright red, blue veined nose made me wonder if the bar had ever made any profit. I glanced up at the old wall clock above the bar 6:15pm the hands announced, plenty of time given that the restaurant was only a ten minute cab ride from here. When my drink arrived I devoured half in a single swallow, the familiar warm velvety feeling offered me hugs and security, it tasted of Andy. As I sipped the remainder of my drink I glanced around the room at "the usual suspects" who frequented the bars in this area at this time, a mixture of tradesmen finishing their shift and the employmentally challenged who spent most of the day there but only bought their own drinks on giro day. As I drained the final drops from my glass I checked the time once again 6:05pm. I checked again 6:05pm, staring at the clock didn't seem to explain the discrepancy.

"Is that the correct time " I asked Alf

Looking up at the clock he announced " Five to Seven love"

"Its one of them clocks that goes backwards love" he smiled " Good aint'it"

He strolled off chuckling to himself as he had done a thousand times before to strangers who had deemed to enter the sanctity of his kingdom.

"Fuck – I've blown it !" came tumbling from my mouth.

I threw the glass on the bar and hurriedly made my way back to the Ladies , just as I turned into the corridor I heard Groucho approaching from the other direction – not yet in view but very close. Unable to quickly think of a reasonable explanation for my presence after he had witnessed me leaving earlier , I jumped into the first available doorway and let the door swing closed behind me, I I held my breath and listened at the door, he was still approaching, I looked around for an alternative hiding place

"Jesus H Christ !"

I was in the Gents. I dove into the first available cubicle and sat down just as the main door swung open. Groucho entered whining about something to someone, they both relieved themselves at the long aluminium urinal along the side wall and continued to chatter. Unlike the Ladies Room the walls were covered in graffiti and the heavy toxic aroma of urine was almost unbearable. Outside taps were turned on, paper towels pulled from the dispenser and the eventually the main door swung open and closed again. I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave when the handle to my cubicle rattled.

"Sorry Mate" said the voice

It was Groucho, he hadn't left at the same time as his whinging buddy. The door to the cubicle next to me rattled open, he entered and snapped the lock closed. I listened as clothing was undone and he sat down. Not relishing the thought of being in close proximity when the Neanderthal performed his necessary functions, I sat absolutely still and tried to conjure up pleasing images in my minds eye. Suddenly my peripheral vision picked up movement, I turned to see a wad of tissue wriggling in a hole about three inches in diameter in the wall between the cubicles, I watched fascinated as moments later it fell to the floor. A plumb stubby nicotine stained finger appeared through the hole

"Hey Buddy" said the voice

The intonation indicated no answer was required and that the owner of the voice was merely attracting my attention, as suddenly as it had appeared the finger disappeared and was replaced with a rolled up twenty pound note. It too fell to the floor, confused and curious I stared at the note, I looked back at the hole as a semi erect circumcised penis made its way to my side of the wall. The penny dropped, Groucho was paying to get off, I could hardly contain myself, eventually I had to cover my mouth and nose with both hands to stop my amusement being detected. This was too good an opportunity to miss, suddenly I had an idea and snapped up the banknote from the floor, rummaging in the inside pocket of my raincoat I dug out a pen and wrote "Sucked or Fucked ?". With the palm of my hand I gently eased his dick back through the hole and slipped the banknote ba through. I listened as he fumbled around and a few moments later the banknote re-appeared. I unrolled it to see "Sucked" had been written on the opposite side from my question. Stuffing the banknote into my pocket I lent forward and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. As his erection fully developed I was able to grasp the shaft in my left hand and started to work it up and down, muffled groans emanated from next door. Hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible I increased the pace as soon as he was fully erect. Soon the groaning grew louder and the first traces of moisture oozed from the end of his dick. Just then the main door opened and someone entered, Groucho fell silent but I upped the pace and sucked more vigorously at the head. Taken by surprise, the first jet of seed blasted the back of my throat, I immediately pulled back out of the way but continued wanking , the second lot oozed out of the end and ran down my fingers to drip onto the floor. Already he was softening and pulling himself back through the hole. I released him, stood up and spat in the toilet – this was business not pleasure – I cleaned up with some tissue and sat down waiting for him to leave. Once he had recovered and arranged his clothing I heard his door unlock then the swing door open as he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, unlocked the door and step out of the cubicle.

"You better not be stealing my tricks honey – this is my pub"

I was immediately confronted with one of the least convincing transvestites I had ever seen, his shoulder length silvery white nylon wig framed his jet black African features, as he spoke his nostrils flared and his foul breath clambered over my nose and mouth leaving me almost giddy.

"I got me an appointment at seven – you best not have stole it – I would have to cut you bitch " it squawked

"No such luck sweetheart – ain't made a penny all day" I replied "You take care now!" I added as I pushed past and left.

Fortunately the corridor was empty and I headed towards the ladies, even before I opened the door I could hear Emma in the throes of another orgasm. When I entered I was alarmed to see a middle aged woman wearing a camel overcoat and a headscarf wrapped around her grey hair, standing outside Emma's cubicle staring at the door. She hadn't heard me enter and jumped when I tapped her on the shoulder. The startled, guilty look on her face quickly changed to a smile as she nodded towards the cubicle door and lifted a finger to her lips signing me to be quite and listen. As Emma's squeals diminished there was a roar from Daniel as he obviously made it over the edge.

"Lucky bitch" the woman smiled and disappeared back out into the corridor.

Allowing them a few moments to recover I then knocked on the door

"Its me Daniel – open the door"

With a click the lock was opened and the door swung open, Daniel still had his dick firmly planted in Emma's pussy and was panting heavily. I closed the door behind me and turned to Emma.

"How you doing sweetheart – Daniel taking care of you?"

"Christ Stacey – he's come twice since you left and he's still hard" she exclaimed

Daniel smiled and nodded in agreement.

I pulled him back from Emma and sure enough his hard cock slurped and popped out of Emma's pussy. I turned him around to face me and put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to sit on the floor, I indicated for him to shuffle back until his back was against the toilet. Meanwhile Emma remained where she was, her naked ass and gaping pussy in full view, I placed my hand under Daniels chin and tilted his head back to rest on top of the toilet seat leaving him staring directly into Emma's spunk filled pussy.

"You made the mess – You clean it up" I ordered

With that I pressed down on Emma's back and she lowered her pussy onto his face. It was apparent that Daniel was partial to a little munching as he attacked it with the same vigour as before. Meanwhile I knelt down and took his hard dick in my right hand and started working it up and down. Contented moans from Emma confirmed she approved of my latest move as Daniel slurped and lapped like a puppy. As I watched my hand work his still hard dick I thought about Daniels situation, he had only ever had sex once and that was eight months ago and today he had managed to come three times in the space of an hour and was fast approaching another one. A few minutes later his stomach and thighs were twitching as he groaned into Emma's sloppy pussy, when he did come unsurprisingly he only managed a few dribbles of ejaculate, I guess he was running on empty.

Once we had all cleaned up we left via the bar, I glanced up at the clock 5:30pm the hands lied – I was already 30 minutes late. Alf offered an insincere farewell as we stepped out into the blustery evening and I hailed a cab from the taxi rank across the road. As he swung around Daniel informed me that he and Emma were heading to another pub to talk and they would see me in the morning, as I kissed his cheek goodnight he whispered in my ear

"Thanks Stacey"

I hugged Emma and jumped into the back of the cab. After giving the driver the address I sat back and wondered how I was going to handle the rest of the evening, quite apart from the fact that I was now as horny as a nun in a cucumber patch, I knew that "Pinky" would be furious at my tardiness.

A Week in October

Part XII Pinky's Club

We pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver checked the meter and turned to me

"That'll be £8.50 love"

As I rummaged around in my handbag I suddenly realised that I had not made it to an ATM, whats more I hadn't paid for Alf's drink, cheers Alf that one is on you. I looked up at the driver with the cutest little girl expression I could muster; the "Shit not another one" look on his face told me he knew what was coming next.

"Keep the meter running – I'm only going to be ten minutes then I need to get back to ******" I stuttered

Offering him my credit card

"Here hang on to this till I get back"

His face relaxed and he nodded, I had counted on the £40 run across town be sufficient incentive for him to stay, fortunately I was right. I jumped out of the cab and approached the smoked glass doors of Nick's. A uniformed doorman swung open the doors and ushered me to the Maitre'd station.

"Good evening Madame – you have a reservation?" he asked politely

"I am with the Sadler party " I informed him

"Ah yes – this way please"

I followed as he moved off into the main restaurant, judging by the décor the designer had visited Terrance Conan's place in Soho before he had taken the commission for this place. Minimalist adequately described the surroundings, all part of the current trend to leave plush comfortable surroundings to the masses and get the advantaged back to stone floors and wooden seats. Oh well that's progress I mused. As we approached Sadler's table it was obvious that they were just finishing the main course, to my surprise there were already five seated at the table and one vacant chair.

"Mr Sadler sir - the last of your party has arrived". Announced the Maitre'd as pulled my seat out from under the table.

I sat down and awaited my lecture.

"Glad you could join us Mistress Holden" said Sadler

"May I introduce my other guests"

I glanced around the table waiting for him to begin, after a few seconds of silence I turned back and looked quizzically at Sadler.

"May I ?" he repeated

Now I was really confused, no lecture on tardiness - Mistress Holden – asking permission to speak – Like a bolt of lightning it struck me.

"Oh do get on with it Pinky " I ordered.

The gamble paid off.

"Very well Mistress" he started " You know Mistress Angela of course, to her left is Mistress Ami and next to you Mistress Elizabeth and on your right Master Dean"

Goddamnit this was freaky.

"Excellent Pinky Now! champagne and some oysters for me I am famished "

As Sadler instructed the waiter, who had since appeared, I glanced at each of my dinner companions in turn. Mistress Angela aka Ms White had certainly "scrubbed up not bad" as they say. She was appropriately attired in a long black velvet dress which was cinched around the waistline giving her a full hour glass figure, with her hair up and pinned with black velvet diamond studded clasps she looked quite stunning, particularly since she had ditched the winged spectacles.

Mistress Ami was no more than twenty one I guessed. No mistaking her main attraction – a 36 EE bust which was wrestling with her low cut black taffeta gown and by the look of things the bust was winning and would be free any minute now. Her long blonde hair was in stark contrast to the pillar box red lips and nails, despite her lack of sophistication she was very pretty. The middle aged Mistress Elizabeth was an entirely different kettle of fish, she oozed wealth and sophistication, her black sleeveless gown was of heavily embroidered raw silk, the black embroidery on the bodice depicted the silhouette of a prize steeplechaser with rider following the hounds over a boundary fence. Streams of blue white light bounced off the diamond choker around her neck and matching bracelet around her slim wrist. Her posture, poise and air of self confidence were definitely a product of Switzerland and old money. Master Dean was around my age but with the complexion of an 18 year old. Steely blue eyes crouched under jet black eyebrows and slicked back hair; he was a handsome rugby playing type who looked decidedly uncomfortable in a dinner jacket.

So this was Sadler's sordid little private club and I had just been recruited, I felt as if I had just been shanghighed into a witches coven and any minute now I would be invited to sacrifice a virgin to the Lord Lucifer. Thinking about it, I considered Sadler rather brave for taking the chance that I would be at all interested or worse still freely distribute my new found knowledge throughout the office but on further consideration he could always fire me depending on my reaction tonight so perhaps the risk wasn't so great after all. My thoughts were interrupted by the waiter delivering six fresh oysters served on a bed of rocket and crushed ice and a flute full of bubbling champagne. Master Dean lent over and lifted one of the halves of lemon and squeezes the juice over the oysters, lifting a single barnacle encrusted shell he placed it to my lips and tipped the contents into my mouth. As the meaty morsel slid into my mouth, revealing the silvery blue luminescent interior of the shell, the Atlantic Ocean exploded on my tongue.

"My Lords , Ladies and Gentlemen – Prey silence for our speaker"

An officious looking MC boomed from behind our table. Sadler stood and cleared his throat.

"May I begin by saying what an honour it is to be here tonight, as Chief Slave to Mistress Elizabeth I have been instructed to remind all assembled that the soirée arranged for Wednesday evening will commence promptly at 7:30pm. All whom require transport to Bayswater Hall should make themselves know to the Maitre'd . In addition you are reminded that the dress code will be, as usual, outrageous – Please enjoy the rest your meal and please feel free to utilise the facilities around the room"

Damn – he was addressing the whole restaurant, maybe Sadler's little group was bigger than I thought. As I allowed my gaze to travel through the room I realised that everyone at the two dozen or so tables was dressed very similarly, predominantly in black . Every five metres or so around the periphery of the room there stood people, alternate men and women, wearing long black cloaks and waitresses in stereotypical French maid uniforms hurriedly went about the business of serving and clearing tables. Studying the individuals seated at the tables I came to the conclusion that every walk of life was herein represented, from plumbers mate to QC to aristocracy. Pondering over the soiree scheduled for Wednesday evening I turned to ask Mistress Elizabeth for more detail, looking round at her I was surprised to see her already leaning over towards me and before I could speak

"Do arrive around 7:15pm and Wednesday darling, I should require to give some instructions on etiquette and standards. I have instructed Pinky to purchase an appropriate costume for you from "Submissions", please ensure he has your details. Jackson will pick you up at home at 6:45pm"

With that she turned away and spoke to Mistress Ami. Well I guess that was settled then – I will be going to the ball. A tap on my right shoulder startled me and I swung around

"Care to make use of the facilities ?" Master Dean enquired

Without waiting for an answer her raised his hand and pointed to one of the young ladies standing around the outside of the room. She acknowledged his beckoning and headed towards us. As she reached the table she untied the neck of the cape and allowed it to fall open revealing her almost naked body underneath. Around her waist she wore a thick leather belt which was studded all the way round with two inch steel hoops, leather straps around her wrists and ankles were similarly adorned. Her long blonde hair reached down to her pierced nipples which were connected by a silver chain. She stood expectantly, awaiting further instruction,

"This one loves pussy." Master Dean chortled and turned to me

"Eh…. Not at the moment thanks" I replied, as if refusing a refill of champagne

"No point in wasting it then " He smiled

Looking up at the girl he pointed under the table, she instantly crawled under and sat between his knees. Dean returned to a conversation he had obviously been having with Sadler earlier as the girl unzipped him and pulled out his semi hard cock. I watched as she sucked and rubbed at his hardening cock. As he became fully erect she bounced her head up and down on his shaft till his cock was fully implanted deep in her throat, after two or three minutes of bobbing up and down Dean suddenly halted his conversation with Sadler and turned to the girl who stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.

"Watch your fucking teeth bitch!" as he slapped her hard across the face.

I stared as a huge wield started to rise across her cheek.

"Sorry Master" she apologised and continued to service him. Dean went back to his conversation.

Momentarily stunned by what I had just witnessed, my glances bounced between Dean and the girl. I jumped as the Maitre'd leaned over my shoulder to attract my attention.

"Your cab driver wants to know if he is still required Mistress"

"Yes…Yes I'll come right away" I stuttered.

Rising from the table I bade farewell to the company in general promising to meet again on Wednesday and made my way towards the exit, by now there were a good few gaps in the string of slaves surrounding the tables but none was visible, presumably hunched under tables around the room.

A Week in October

Part XIII Pay The Driver

"Thanks for waiting " as I jumped into the back of the cab.

"Its ok luv – last fare tonight – packing it in early. Where to?" he asked

I gave him the address and sat back.

"Listen luv I am going back that way anyway – if I keep the meter running it's gonna cost you around £80, . why don't I switch the damn thing off and charge £40 and we both make something out of it" he bargained

"Sure - it's a deal" I smiled

"Gotta make one quick stop on the way – if that's ok"

I nodded and we set off and I gazed out at the busy streets and the busy people leading their busy lives. I thought of Andy, in the less than 48hrs since he had gone I had seen and done things I would never have dreamt of, it seemed as if I were constantly horny and the merest suggestion of any opportunity to engage in any sort of sexual activity was irresistible. Even now as my naked ass slithered around on the leather cab seats I could feel the need beginning to build.

"Busy day luv – you look miles away"

"You could say that – Just thinking about hubby – he's gone off to Portugal for the week – lucky sod "

"Business is it ?"

"Bloody golf"

We both laughed –

"Well at least you got one – lost the old dear year past April" he sighed "Home to an empty bed every night "

"Sorry "

"Naw no probs luv – I do miss her though "

For a few seconds he gazed out into the cold night obviously digging up images of his lost love from the dimming memories. Then turning with a huge grin

"Especially for some things – if you know what I mean" he chuckled

"Surely you don't go in for that nonsense any more " I added teasingly.

"Bloody right I would, given half a chance – I'm only fifty five for christs sake" he retorted

"Tried the ladies down at King Cross about eight or nine months ago, but its just not the same when they ain't into it – know what I mean – just a job to them - like doing one of them blow up dolls"

"I'm sure you'll get lucky soon"

Seeing only the back of his head it was difficult to get an accurate picture of the driver but he looked about 5' 8", stalky and probably carrying a little extra eight. His dark hair was shot through with silver streaks and worn in a sixties Teddy boy style and he smelled of "Brylcreme" and "Old Spice". Not too bad for his age I thought, he shouldn't find it too difficult to get himself laid.

With the conversation dying off I sat back closed my eyes and relaxed, and mulled over the days events;, Nina and Marcos on the tube, Mr Half-Moon also on the tube, Ms White and Mr Sadler in his office at lunchtime, Mr Aitken and his bimbo's in the boardroom , Daniel and Emma in the ladies, Groucho in the gents and finally the a guest at the most bizarre dinner where sexual gratification was actually on the menu. After revisiting each of the incidents in turn

"Stacey your are tuning into a real tramp" I muttered and giggled out loud.

"What's that luv?" from the drivers seat.

"Oh nothing – just amusing myself"

"Well watch out for my seats " he chuckled.

I smiled and headed back into the days events welcoming the delightful images flashing in my brai, encouraging more and more detailed memories of Marcos fucking my ass, of Daniel sucking and lapping at Emma's dripping pussy, of Deans brutal assault on the slave girl when I was suddenly wrenched from my pornographic slideshow

"Only be a ……………. "

My eyes flashed wide open to see the driver had turned around and was staring at my crotch, I looked down to discover my hand caressing my naked wet pussy. Instantly I jerked my hand away and lowered my skirt, obviously avoiding any embarrassment the driver quickly turned back around in his seat.

"Only be a couple of minutes in here Luv – unless you fancy a quick cuppa"

I looked out of the window, we had stopped at what looked like a transport café, several lorries were parked beside a low level, flat roofed, purpose built café in the middle of nowhere.

"Where are we? "

"The stop I had to make – its only five minutes off the route home Luv – no panic."

"Eh.. yeah .. yeah.. I'll be there in a minute…. Get me a white coffee will you?"

Closing the door he strolled the twenty five yards to the main entrance and disappeared inside, a bright red neon sign flickered "C FE" in the plate glass window. Taking a few minutes to compose myself I leaned forward and checked my hair and makeup in the drivers rear view mirror, jumped out of the cab and headed after him. Opening the door I was surprised by the number of people inside, four formica topped tables each with four steel framed seats lined the walls on either side of the room.

"Coffee's here Luv"

The driver, who was sitting with three others at the farthest away table on the left pointed to the only unoccupied table available which was directly opposite. I walked over, sat down and lifted the mug of coffee already on the table. Glancing over at the driver I saw him accept a package from one of the others, it was about the size of a house brick but slightly wider and was wrapped in brown paper, my curiosity had been pricked, I went back to sipping my coffee. A few moments later as I turned to ask the driver where the restroom was, I realised all four at the table were now looking across, I guessed I had been the topic of their huddled mutterings. All four looked around the same age and to be honest they all looked like taxi drivers, but then I guess if you frequented this place you did have to be a driver and it certainly wouldn't attract many tourist.

"Just gonna put this in the car Luv – ready whenever you are"

All four rose from the table and headed outside. I scanned the room for any clues to the restrooms and spotted assign in the corner behind me, I rose and headed in that direction.

"I wouldn't go in there Luv" said a voice from behind the counter.

"We've only got the one – and this lot ain't the cleanest" she said pointing to the general custom.

"Don't get many ladies in here you know"

A four foot square pensioner with a whitish coat and string cap covering her silver hair peered over the counter.The anguished look on my face obviously revealed that my need to relieve myself was possibly greater than any offence caused by the state of the facilities, as I looked from her to the restroom door then back at her. A moments consideration saw the expression on her face changed to that of a concerned mother

"Come ere Luv" as she lifted a section of the formica counter top. "In here"

She lead the way through to what looked like a small food preparation area behind the main counter,

"There you go – ain't ideal but its what I use" she said pointing to the concrete floor which sloped in on all sides to a drainage grill in the centre. She turned and went back the way she came.

What the hell, I thought as I squatted over the drain and emptied my bladder. A few seconds later she returned with a bucket of water and as I exited she sloshed the contents over the floor. Thanking her and making my way towards the exit I wondered how the Foods Standards Agency would view that particular practice – Out in the car park the driver and his three friends were huddled around the drivers door peering in, unaware of my approach I listened in on their conversation which seemed to be centred on whatever they were peering at. As I finally reached them I managed to peer over their shoulders and froze, there on a two inch monitor fixed below the dashboard, was a recording of our journey to the café taken from the viewpoint of the driver looking into the back of the cab. Horrified I continued to watch as images of me with my eyes closed and playing with my pussy rolled across the screen, I opened the back door and jumped into the cab slamming the door behind me. All four jumped back in fright, I could no longer see the monitor but assumed the driver had turned it off. The back door opened and a sheepish looking driver stepped forward

"Eh.. Sorry Luv! It…its just that the company installed these for security reasons …. A lot of guys were getting mugged and ….well … well Jesus its not everyday I get a beautiful women trying to get herself off in the back of my cab…. And well …. Sorry."

Looking like four school boys who had just been caught with a dirty magazine on school grounds they stared in at me expectantly, I reckon they thought I would complain to the boss or worse, they looked so pathetic that all I could do was laugh.

A synchronised sigh of relief left them looking at one another and smiling.

"While we are on the subject of your misdemeanour – whats in the packge " I said pointing to the front seat.

"Hope its not drugs"

"Christ NO ..NO damn I ain't that stupid" he said somewhat alarmed

"No their just some DVD's that Bill here gets – one of his runs is from a studio that makes this stuff to the factory that presses the DVDs – he stops off home and makes a copy before delivering them"

He thrust the package at me. As I started to tear open the brown paper

"It a bit dodgy like Luv – it aint Disney" they all burst out laughing

Inside there were three blank DVD covers – I opened the first and scribbled across a RW-DVD in black ink was the title "Gangbang Shoot Out". Opening the next one I read "Exploits of a SheMale"

The final one title was slightly more vague but I assumed of the same ilk "In for the night".

"I shall have to confiscate these, they are obviously flouting the copyright laws and as such should remain in my safekeeping until the opportunity presents itself to return them to their rightful owner."

The group fell silent.

"Furthermore, I will expect prompt delivery of all further transgressions by whomsoever is the perpetrator of this unlawful activity"

Still uncertain they glanced around at one another, saying nothing. I could no longer contain myself and burst out laughing.

"I want copies you dickheads" I spluttered barely able to speak

"Christ Gal you had me going I can tell you – thought you was the law or some'it" one of them confessed.

"Jesus Arthur where the fuck d'you pick this one up – outside Jonglers or some'it – right fucking comedian – damn it gal thought we was busted there." Said another.

"Right guys – you saw the recording" I started " Trying to get off was the right expression – you will have noticed that as yet I was unsuccessful"

"So who wants to buy some pussy tonight? " I went on

"Buy?" Arthur queried.

"Yep you want to ride in this cab tonight you pay what the meter says – no deals – what does the meter read?" I asked

"£40" one of them replied.

"Well there you go – so who is first – Arthur will collect the fares."

I slid my ass off the front of the seat and lay back, pulled up my tiny skirt and looked out at the four of them. After a couple of minutes of uncertainty and discussions among them one of them jumped in beside me. He was already dropping his trousers and freeing his semi hard cock, kneeling on the floor in front of me he guided the end of his cock to my pussy. Even although he was not fully erect he slid in easily, leaning forward over me he supported himself with his hands on the back of the seat. Closing my eyes I let the warm filling sensation flow over me, his cock felt good as it slowly slid in and out wet pussy, gradually he reached full erection and began thrusting more vigorously. All too quickly his low groans transformed into short pants as the length of his thrusts shortened and the frequency increased, he gave a warning of his impending orgasm and tried to withdraw, I grasped his buttocks and thrust my hips forward and threw my legs around the small of his back in order to keep him deep within me as he spilled his seed. Withdrawing his softening cock left my pussy gaping and a tiny silver stream of his ecstasy trickled down my ass. Without opening my eyes I welcomed in my next fare, an already fully erect cock was thrust to the hilt in a single stroke making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. Grasping his hairy buttocks with both hands I pulled him hard into me and locked my feet behind his back , instructing him not to move I began grinding against him, I need to come. Crushing my clit against his pubic bone I knew my goal would not be far away, after several minutes of grinding and milking his cock, the first waves of pleasure struck, releasing him from my grip and allowing him the freedom of movement

"Fuck me … Fuck meeeee !" I screamed.

Immediately he started pounding into me, ramming his cock as far inside as he could in long hard strokes, my orgasm hit full force and I sprayed his groin with come, spasms gripped my muscles as my screams of ecstasy filled the cab. After several minutes of submitting totally to the overpowering forces invading me, tiny tendrils of consciousness wriggled through my brain. Grunts from above alerted me to the fact that I was still impaled on the rigid cock, the pace had quickened and the thrusts were almost vicious. Gripping my ankles he threw my legs over his shoulders and half stood affording himself even more leverage against my pussy, each forward thrust almost lifted me from the seat.

"Yessssss….. Yes Bitch Yessss…."

Was followed by a sea of red hot come deep in my pussy, every muscle in his body went rigid as he ground himself into me, deafening soulful screams of release revealed a desperate need had finally been fulfilled. Collapsing on top of me he dragged oxygen rich air into his lungs, sweat dripped onto my neck, his heart beat rapidly on my breast and intermittent tremors bristled up and down his body. Lying there silent and motionless for several minutes I grew concerned for his condition

"Come on Joe – Me next" from outside the cab

"Holy Shit" Joe retorted as he plugged back into reality.

Still with my eyes closed I listened as Joe forced his exhausted frame out into the cold night air, seconds later my ankles were lifted so high in the air that the souls of my feet touched the cab ceiling. Even before I had adjusted to the position my pussy was filled with rigid cock. Whoever was attached to it shuffled forward until his naked thighs touched my buttocks. His hands felt rough against my ankles and the smell of oil permeated the atmosphere. Within seconds he was fucking me wildly, thrusting and banging for all he was worth it was obvious he had no intentions of making this last any longer than was absolutely necessary to get off. To my surprise I felt movement on the seat next to me and the familiar aroma of Old Spice wafted across my nostrils. The driver had crawled into the seat beside me, a firm hand gripped my chin as a slippery cock was forced between my teeth. Obviously now on his hands and knees across the seat his dick was directly above me and demanding entry into my throat, reaching up I grasped his balls in one hand and the shaft in the other and started suckling greedily. Already the cock fucking my pussy so desperately was nearing its finale as witnessed by the string of mutterings and whimpers its owner was emitting, a further several minutes elapsed and I became aware of my feet back on the floor of the cab and the cock in my pussy was gone, presumably he had achieved his primary objective and left. Redoubling my efforts on the driver I was rewarded with a steady flow of spunk, squeezing his balls hard and sucking and swallowing as fast as I could he was soon empty and softening. I lay down across the seat exhausted and called after the driver as he left

"Home James"

A Week in October

Part XIV Closet Neighbours

Awakening with a start I was momentarily disoriented and quite unable to identify my surroundings

"We're here luv"

Leaning up on one elbow I saw the driver peering into the back of the cab and smiling down at me, through the side window I could see the main entrance to my building, I smiled back at him. Glancing down I could see my skirt still up around my waist and my legs splayed as far apart as the space would allow, one leg was flopped on the floor and the other pulled up and resting against the back of the seat, glancing at the driver I could see his stare now fixed on my gaping pussy and the pool of come that had collected on the seat, laying my head down again with the intentions of allowing a moment or two to re-orientate I was suddenly blasted by a rush icy wind as the back door was jerked open. Lifting my head I tried to focus on the two figures standing outside but the wind had brought streams of tears to my eyes, sitting up I slammed the door closed and dabbed at my tears with my blouse. A cold slimy sensation spread around my buttocks and down my thighs, the night air had chilled to cab, looking out of the window the two figures gradually came into focus. Jeremy and Simon from the 1 ^st floor stood open mouthed and staring back in at me, I smiled and waved. The driver rolled down his window and obviously told them he was finished for the evening and they slowly sidled down the street still staring into the cab. The driver turned back to me and handed me a wad of notes

"Here's the fare luv"

"And the tape " I said smiling.

He reached under his seat and clicked the eject button on the miniature VCR, the machine clicked and hummed as it spat out the evidence. Reaching for a business card from the dash he handed me both

"Take my number in case you need another cab"

"I'll see you again when you deliver the next batch of DVD's" I said smiling "And bring your mates – oh ! except the mechanic"

Gathering up my coat, handbag and package of DVD's I jumped out into the icy wind and ran up the steps to the security door, just as I punched in the number and pushed the door open Jeremy and Oliver appeared behind me

"Sorry about that Stacey – we thought it was empty and he had stopped for us – really sorry"

"Hope I didn't frighten you – I guess its not often you two see a pussy full of baby seed" I added with a dead pan expression.

Staring at me they both looked uncertain as to how to interpret what I had just said, unfortunately after only a few moments I was unable to maintain the straight face and burst out laughing, glancing at one another Simon said in astonishment

"You knew we were gay ? …..But we haven't told anyone – not even our parents"

While neither was effeminate or camp the notion that no one knew they were gay left me practically helpless, Jeremy, a civil servant at Whitehall, and Simon, something in banking, had lived in the building since before we had moved in five years ago, to my knowledge, and supported by those in the building who made it their business to know such things, no woman had ever been seen entering or leaving. The minimalist décor in their immaculately kept flat would be the envy of any daytime TV interior designer, they made their own window dressings and soft furnishings and between them they could put Nick Rhodes to shame in the kitchen. The stereotypical view of a homosexual couple was not an amalgam of traits and behavioural deviations from the macho image, it was an accurate description of Simon and Jeremy. Several minutes later after I had gained a modicum of self control I realised my laughing had done more than just make my ribs ache, looking down I could see the torrent of semen trundling down the insides of both legs. By this time the boys had also noticed, the shocked looks on their faces was more than I could take and once again I was laughing uncontrollably, eventually they both joined in.

With a fine young man one each arm we all headed for the stairs in a cloud of YSL's finest cologne, climbing stairs, while trying only to move your legs from the knee down proved impossible so every step I took replenished the stream running down my legs.

"No need to ask if you had a good time tonight" grinned Jeremy

"Well I guess you would have enjoyed it too – four guys fucked my brains out " I laughed

"Your kidding"

"No shit – I've even got the tape to prove it" I added "Not that you guys would want to see it"

"To be perfectly honest " Jeremy confessed " I cant say I wasn't effected by your little show in the taxi"

"Well Well Well " I quipped "How about you Simon? Pussy give you a buzz?"

"I'm not sure … I was just shocked… I didn't really look it was more of an impression really"

"Perhaps we can rectify that one of these days" I teased "But right now I really need a shower and a drink"

Leaving them on the first floor landing I carried on up to the apartment, opening the door I hung up my coat and dumped everything on the side table in the hall. Checking the answer machine I saw there were two new messages, I pushed the play button and headed down to the bathroom

"Hi sweetheart – just Mum – give me a call – nothing urgent just catching up – Bye!"

Mum and Dad stayed (somewhere in wales) and I did not really see them as often I as should, I made a mental note to call her tomorrow during the day, it was dads birthday in a couple of weeks and I must organise a visit. Reaching the bathroom I turned on the shower and started to undress.

"You there Stace ? Stacey pick up if your there - its me"

Message number two floated down the hall, it was Andy and he sounded agitated.

"It's ok honey I'll try again later "

The machine clicked off. He knows. I felt uncomfortable, not upset, not worried about the future, just uncomfortable. I climbed into the bath and under the shower and assumed the position against the wall, one hand either side of the shower head supporting me, the warm clean water smothered my tired body and I watched as the aches and pains of the day disappear down the drain. Quite suddenly and alarmingly I realised the origins of my discomfort, not that Andy wouldn't understand, not that I had been unfaithful, not that I was becoming addicted to sex, in actual fact the opposite, I didn't want to stop!. Hearing his voice had made me realise that Andy's return would hail the end of my little adventure into new experiences, for the first time since we had met I didn't want to be with Andy.

After lathering down and washing my hair I lifted the shower head from the wall and sat down on the edge of the bath, directing the stream at my pussy I let the water soothe my aching womanhood. Although I had always kept my pubic hair well trimmed, as I looked down at myself I thought of Chloe's naked pussy. Looking around I found Andy's razor and two minutes later I was bald as the day I was born, satisfied with the results I ran the palm of my hand over the smooth velvety skin, the sensation was delicious.

Stepping out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel just as the door bell rang, with no intentions of answering I wandered naked towards the front door to peek through the security spy glass. Simon's distorted face was peering back at me and then replaced by a bottle of wine. Standing behind the door I opened it a few inches to see Simone and Jeremy smiling in at me

"We just bought a case of this Australian Shiraz recently, its absolutely gorgeous, thought you might like to try some"

Remaining hidden I opened the door sufficiently to allow them entry

"Straight through and the lounge is on the right " I called after them."I'll get some glasses, take a seat"

Neither turned around as I followed and veered off into the kitchen, reaching for a corkscrew from utility drawer and three glasses from the cupboard, I turned to head for the lounge. Pausing momentarily I considered whether or not to grab a bathrobe before going into the lounge, I decided to have a little fun instead.

"here's the glasses"

Placing them on the coffee table I and handed the corkscrew to Simon sitting next to Jeremy on the sofa.

"This better be good" I smiled

Sitting cross legged in the chair directly opposite the sofa I began towel drying my hair

"You caught me in the shower – hope you don't mind"

When I looked over I realised neither of them had moved a muscle since I had entered, they were frozen in unnatural positions as if someone had clicked the pause button on the VCR of life.

"Am I getting some of this delicious wine or not"

My words seemed to have triggered the PLAY button and both were instantly re-animated.

"Of course " Simon stuttered and attempted to open the wine.

Tossing the towel aside and casually running my fingers through my hair

"So you guys are up to watch the video then I take it ?" I asked

"That's not why ……well…..we didn't …..well….. yes please" Jeremy almost protested

Rising from the chair I went out to the hall table and lifted the video, retuning to the lounge I threw the cassette on the sofa next to Jeremy

"Video is over there – I've got to go dry my hair before it ends up in knots" and left the room.

Ten minutes later, hair dried and wrapped in a bathrobe I went back to the lounge, neither acknowledged my entrance but sat staring at the 36" pictures of me being fucked senseless. On screen the mechanic was holding my legs in the air and pounding my pussy as the driver fucked my face.

"Any chance of an Oscar nomination do you think ?" I asked

Both heads whipped round only just realising that I had returned

"I would sure as hell vote for it " smiled Jeremy.

Sitting down on the chair I lifted the glass of wine obviously intended for me and took a sip

"Very nice – I approve" as I titled the glass towards the boys

"So are we watching this to the final credits or is there something else you'd like to do?" taking another sip of wine but not losing eye contact with them. Without waiting for an answer

"Jeremy why don't you crawl over here and have a proper look rather than just an impression " still holding his gaze I hooked one leg over each of the arms of the chair and slid forward in the seat, the bathrobe fell over the sides of the chair and my naked hairless pussy gaped at them. Without hesitation Jeremy fell forward on to his knees and crawled over to within a few inches of my pussy, as he stared at me I reached down and pulled back the outer lips revealing the moist velvety inner folds. I watched him as he watched me teasing my clitty, running the tip of a finger over and over the hardening bump occasionally plunging a finger inside and dragging it back over the sweet spot. Several minutes of this induced a trickle of juices from my pussy, Simon had had by now crawled over beside us and now had one hand on the back of Jeremy's head,

"Have a taste Jeremy " He whispered as he pushed his face closer to me.

Simon watched intently as Jeremy's tongue flicked out and rolled over , in and around my clean shaven pussy, the sensation on my newly exposed skin was electrifying. As Jeremy moaned and slurped and drank down my juices I continued to rub my clitty with increased vigour, Simon stood up and unzipped his trousers and fished out an already fully erect cock. Staring down at Jeremy thrusting his tongue deep in my pussy Simon wrapped his right hand around his cock and started to fist up and down, quickly the pace increased and within a few moments he had shuffled across to bring his cock level with Jeremy face and with a final cry of release he shot several streams of hot slimy come over my pussy and belly which were instantly consumed by Jeremy. On the verge of my own orgasm I was momentarily distracted by the telephone ringing, deciding not to cease the onslaught on my clitty I was unable to hold on any longer and came in torrents into Jeremy's mouth, through his gulping and swallowing Jeremy moaned continuously. A few minutes later Jeremy kneeled up between my legs gasping for breath, his face covered in slime from Simon and I, Simon dropped to his knees and unzipped Jeremy , pulling out his cock he began wanking him very fast, Jeremy's head tilted back and within ten to fifteen strokes he shot a huge spray of white spunk over my naked body which drew a sticky line from my cleavage to my pussy, a second load reached my face and finally a third hit my pussy full on. Simon wasted no time in thrusting his face between my splayed legs lapping, sucking and cleaning. Giving Simon sufficient time to thoroughly clean me I lowered my legs back onto the seat.

"Well Well Well Boys" I smiled " Seems that pussy does have a certain attraction"

Sitting back on the sofa with their softening cocks hanging out of their trousers they both smiled back at me.

Stnding up and lifting my wine glass

"Really must be off to beds now guys – thank you for a pleasant evening" As I ushered them both to the front door.

"Next time I'll be looking for a bit more than just a tongue, so go practice" I laughed and closed the door behind them. Turning to the answer machine I clicked the play button

"Stace ….Stace… you there"

"Jesus Stace where the fuck are you ?" "I'll call you tomorrow at work – I need to talk to you"

This wasn't like Andy at all, he was always calm and controlled, infuriatingly so sometimes, he never losses the place but this time he did sound distressed. Crawling into bed I fell into a deep dreamless sleep within minutes.

A Week in October

Part XV Entrepreneurial School Girl

Next morning the alarm wakened me at the usual time and I immediately started to run through the days schedule in my head, the whole day had been turned over to organising the Aitken's shoot on the Wednesday with one exception which brought a smile to my face – Sadler was to find me a costume for the ball on Wednesday evening.

After showering I stood in front of an open wardrobe debating what to wear, given that I was to be shopping for a costume I wanted something that could easily be slipped on and off. Deciding a dress would be the easiest option I picked out a plain, dark navy, sleeveless number which I knew was one of Andy's favourites, largely because it was cut down to the middle of my back and I never wore a bra with it. Matching it up with a dark blue, three quarter length knitwear cardigan I reviewed my choice in the full length mirror, deciding it didn't make me feel quite sexy enough I slipped into a suspender belt and pulled on some fully fashioned, seemed, navy stockings and finished off with three inch stilettos. Rummaging around in the lowest of my three underwear drawers I managed to find what I had been looking for, a pair of pure silk panties Andy had bought a few weeks back but I hadn't had them on as yet although I suspected they would fell wonderful against my newly naked pussy – I was right – now I felt ready for anything and I suspected I might just find it if the last two days were anything to go by.

Pulling my raincoat tightly around me against the bitter wind I stepped out of the building and headed towards the tube station. Rarely looking up into the oncoming wind I set off at a good pace and arrived a few minutes earlier than usual. Pinned to the metal gates blocking the entrance a notice read

"Due to industrial action this station will be closed until further notice"

"Shit " I barked at it.

People were milling around as if not believing the notice and somehow their journey to work would not be interrupted, like me I guess they had no prior warning or were sufficiently disinterested in the media not to have been watching the news at ten. Living in London was synonymous with disrupted travel arrangements and everyone plans alternative routes depending on the failed service, I knew I was going by bus which would only extend my travel time by around one hour – lucky me. Joining the queue I wondered just how many buses were going to have to arrive before there was space for me to even begin my journey. Fifteen minutes and eight buses later I climbed aboard a no 43 to be scowled at by a harassed driver.

"Seats upstairs" he said grudgingly

The only seat available was the long bench which run under the back window. I settled down, resigned to the miserable journey ahead of me and stared blankly out of the window, the shop fronts were travelling so slowly that I was able to read some of the handwritten notices in the windows. Two schoolgirls directly in front of me giggled and chattered in barely audible whispers, the two geriatrics in front of them were American apparently at least that's what his baseball cap would have you believe, at a second glanced I reckoned they probably were American given that everything they wore was a shade of sky blue and made out of light cotton you could spit peas through – didn't they look at the likely temperature range in UK before leaving Florida.

The seat opposite the girls was occupied by a "residentially challenged" person who looked like he had been there since Saturday night, slumped across both seats he was sound asleep. The grubby ex-army overcoat was home to at least one bottle whose neck was clearly visible in the inside pocket, there was not telling who or what shared the dubious address. Two shop assistants sat in front of him their green and white uniforms clearly visible below the windcheater anoraks they both wore, probably purchased with a 50% employee discount from the already discounted store where they worked.

Lurching along at snails pace the bus seemed to empty and refill at every stop, I would be lucky to reach the office before 5:00pm at this rate. Checking our progress I peered down the isle and out through the front window, just before I could make out exactly where we were someone near the front stood up and started walking back towards me completely blocking my view. Looking up I saw it was a young boy of around fourteen or fifteen, he appeared to be looking at and walking directly towards me. As he reached the back of the bus I was about to say something when he stopped suddenly and bent over the two girls in front of me – a discussion ensued and the girl on the outside stood and sat down on the opposite end of the bench from me. Further discussions and the boy pulled something from his jacket pocket and handed it to the girl. For the next few minutes neither spoke to or looked at the other – in fact anywhere other than at each other, my curiosity now aroused I scrutinised the two more carefully and realised I could see the side of the boys face, he was constantly scanning the passengers that sat closest while the girl looked mainly out of the window. A further three of four minutes and the boys eyes squeezed tight shut and his head tilted forward suddenly he leaned right forward as if the captain had just hailed "BRACE BRACE" and he had assumed the emergency landing position, a few moments later he stood and returned to his original seat and the girl sitting along from me returned to hers. The girls resumed their giggling and whispering. What the hell was that all about I thought to myself.

Braking sharply the bus ground to an instant halt, all the sober and awake passengers were left bracing themselves against the seat in front as the drunk was dumped onto the floor. Being wakened brusquely had disorientated him , he picked himself up and headed down the isle, as he stumbled downstairs I heard him hurl abuse at the driver who opened the doors and I watched out of the window as the drunk disappeared into the crowd. Two more girls from further up the bus immediately took residence in the vacant seat, they too giggled and whispered but in addition periodically stared across the isle at the other two. At the next stop a teenage boy appeared at the top of the stairs and scanned the passengers presumably looking for a seat, as he walked back the bus I reckoned he was the around same age as the boy who had sat down next to the girl. Gathering my handbag from the seat I assumed he was about to sit down next to me but instead he stopped and lent over the two in front. Same routine – girl on outside gets up and sits down along from me – boy sits down next to remaining girl – reaches into jacket hands girl something then scans the passengers. Looking at the girl who had moved with a puzzled expression on my face she giggles and turns to look out of the window. The two new residents were now staring across and the pair in front of me, neither was now giggling – just staring. Shifting slightly forward in the seat I am just about able to peer over the back of the seat and perhaps get a better idea of what is going on. As I surreptitiously leaned further and further forward more and more of the seat was coming into view, quite unprepared for what I was about to see I gasped as it suddenly became apparent that the girl had her right hand wrapped around the boys erect cock and was causally masturbating him as she gazed out of the window. Hearing my gasp the boy's head snapped round to face me, after a moments panic he realised I was smiling and smiled back, the girl seemed quite unperturbed that she now had and audience. Leaning on the back of the chair I settled in to watch the show, the girl who had changed seats shuffled along and sat next to me peering over the seat. Eyes now closed the boys immanent orgasm was hailed by several whimpers which attracted the attention of the two shop assistants, with six spectators now eagerly awaiting the finale the boy finally ejaculated to squeals of delight from the two girls opposite. He had managed to send a jet of spunk two or three feet in the air before it fell back into his lap, as he double over the girl slid her hand out of the way and continued to gaze out of the window, the two opposite giggled and whispered and the shop assistants went back to their analysis of Eastenders. Sitting back in my seat I turned to the girl next to me who was now wearing a huge grin

"How much does she charge " I asked

"Three quid for a hand job and fiver for a blowjob" she announced.

"Don't do women" came a voice from the front, all I could do was laugh.

Over the next 30mins another four came and another four came. Three hand jobs and one blowjob, by my reckoning that was twenty quid she had made on her way to her place of business - school. Once the girls had exited the bus the remainder of the journey was pretty uneventful and as predicted I arrived at work one hour and thirty five minutes late.

A Week in October

Part XVI Angela's Outfit

According to Sharon, Aitken had already called four times looking for a venue and time for tomorrows shoot, leafing through the other messages I threw them on my desk in the passing and headed straight for Sadler's office. I needed some ideas on a location for the shoot and if nothing else Sadler certainly had the contacts, I quite literarily ran into him as I barged into the outer office.

"Ah Ms Holden my wife informs me that Jackson will be collecting you at 12:00pm sharp and driving you and Ms White to view some appropriate attire for Wednesdays ball. "

His wife….. Mistress Elizabeth was his wife. – an idea struck me.

"Oh yes thank you – but what I really came to ask is if it would be possible to use Bayswater Hall as the back drop for the shoot tomorrow."

"Excellent idea my dear – should have thought of that myself – good thinking" " See Ms White for directions etc " and he was gone out into the main office area. Ms White was very accommodating and kept smiling at me as she jotted down the required details.

"The ball should be a hoot" I quipped

"A Hoot! ….. A Hoot!" as the smile drained from her face

"Do you realise how privileged you are even being invited " she frowned " Six months worth of planning goes into this annual ball - trust me when I say its like nothing you have ever before attended." Handing me the details.

"Great – cant wait" almost apologetically " I bet you will be as stunning as you were last night"

"Thank you" as the smile started to re-appear.

Heading back to my desk I passed Emma and Daniel who were, as usual thick as thieves, huddled over Daniels desk they barely looked up as I greeted them which I thought odd given yesterdays events. Sitting down I picked up an A4 manila folder which had mysteriously appeared, opening it up I instantly realised why they hadn't wanted to delay my return to my desk. Photocopy number 1 was of Emma's ass and pussy, number 2 was Daniels's ass and balls and so it went on, they had gotten quite adventurous by the last few, two of Daniels fingers up Emma's ass, Daniels dick in Emma's mouth and finally both squished faces staring out at me. Laughing out loud and looking over at the pair of them, who were by now giggling and smiling up at me, I mouthed back at them "DISGUSTING", they seemed pleased with their efforts.

Arranging the contract photographer, video crew, directors, catering and miscellaneous others saw me through to 11:55am when I eventually called Aitken to arrange for the cars to be delivered and his bimbos to be on-site by 10:00am. Finishing my call I looked up to see Ms White towering over me.

"Jackson is downstairs" as she turned and headed for the main entrance.

Quickly tidying up I threw on my overcoat I chased after her only catching up as we stepped outside onto the street

"Jesus H" I gasped

A uniformed chauffeur, whom I assumed to be Jackson, stood next to the biggest, blackest, damnedest Rolls Royce I had ever set eyes on let alone been a passenger in, all it needed was a white gloved hand waving from the window and union jacks on the wings to complete the majestic picture. As we approached, Jackson, whose complexion was as black and shinny as his charge's, swung the back door open and Ms White jumped into the vast cavern inside. Following her inside I sat in one of the "sofas" inside.

"Isn't this the most wonderful vehicle Stacey"

"It really is amazing Ms White" I agreed

"Elizabeth has such exquisite taste - and please call me Angela outside the office" she smiled.

Pressing the intercom button built into the door Angela spoke to Jackson

"Jackson you know the routine "

"Yes Mistress"

Pulling away from the office building I was surprised by the silence, no road noise , no engine noise just a mild sensation of movement, almost gliding. Gazing through the smoked glass windows I felt almost voyeuristic as I watched the people go bye knowing they could not see me and watching Jackson sitting on the other side of a smoked partition.

"Have you been to Submissions before" Angela asked

"No – is it a boutique or something"

"Oh its much more than that " she smiled " You'll see"

Several minutes later we pulled into a large out of town type supermarket car park, Jackson parked almost as far from the building as was possible.

"Do you need something" I asked puzzled.

Angela did not reply, instead she hoisted up her knee lendth tweed skirt and pulled down her dowdy looking "Bridgette Jones " type panties. Meantime Jackson had left the drivers seat and was approaching the door on Angela's side.

"This damn car makes me so horny"

Jackson entered the rear cab and without instruction or hesitation he closed the door , kneeled in front of Angela's now wide spread legs, unbuttoned his uniform trousers and pulled out a thick black cock. Angela slid forward in the seat and Jackson's already hard cock slid into her easily. Neither spoke for the next five minutes or so as Jackson hammered his cock in and out of her pussy, almost impatiently Angela said

"Come on Jackson harder – I'm not getting there!"

Jackson re-doubled his efforts as a band of sweat started to form on his forehead, glancing at me he lifted his eyebrows as much as to say help me out here. I smiled and much to my surprise reached over and started rubbing Angela's clit. Grinning and nodding Jackson struggled on. Angela had become aware of my manipulations and glanced at me smiling. Three or four minutes later Angela exploded into her orgasm, screaming and shouting, banging against Jackson's chest with clenched fists and practically weeping with joy. Surprisingly within only ten or fifteen seconds Angela slid back in the seat and detached herself from Jackson, left kneeling on the floor with a rock hard cock bouncing in his groin Jackson looked up at Angela with what could only be described as pleading eyes

"That'll be all Jackson"

As she adjusted her clothing and climbed back into her panties, Jackson meanwhile tried hard to stuff his hardon back into his trousers and manoeuvre himself out of the car..

Angela sat up and looked me straight in the eye as if waiting for some judgement on her behaviour.

"You horny old tart" surprisingly without even smiling.

For a moment her expression remained stern and questioning until finally she burst out laughing, hugged me and then grasped both cheeks and kissed me full on the mouth.

Once Jackson had organised himself he drove us out of the car park and headed towards Submissions.

In an area of the city that was largely commercial we pulled up outside a very unassuming darkened front entrance, only a small brass sign engraved in copperplate with the name Submissions revealed we had arrived.

"Can't wait to try on my new outfit" she said excitedly "Hope it's finished"

As we approached the door opened from inside to reveal muscle bound, no necked, bald headed doorman in a DJ and dickie bow.

"Afternoon Mistress Angela" he beamed at us

"Where is Marcus? – is my outfit ready? – go and get him"

"Of course Mistress Angela " as he scuttled of down the dark corridor.

Moments later we were joined by a rather effeminate looking forty something wearing a navy blue velvet jacket and 70's style shirt with the cuffs folded over the outside of the jacket sleeves.

"Well Marcus – have you finished my piece de resistance"

"I have indeed Mistress Angela – come with me"

We followed him into his workshop where the most bizarre collection of materials and outfits hung on racks, the smell of rubber and leather and glue was almost overwhelming and the flashes of silver and gold and sparkling sequins was kaleidoscope like.

"Here we are " he said lifting a bundle of leather and chains from the bench and holding it up to us triumphantly.

Angela started stripping off where she stood, once naked, her and Marcus appeared to wrestle her into the leather and steel contraption. Whoops and squeals of delight fell from her lips and Marcus hummed and hawed in obvious satisfaction. Finally Marcus stood back to admire his work from a distance and Angela turned to me

"Isn't it stunning Darling"

Initially my reaction was its just a belt but the delirious look on her face warranted a kinder approach. Around her waist was a three inch lether belt which widened to a diamond shape the lower peak of which almost touched her pussy while the upper peak almost reached her belly button, several steel hoops were riveted on at various places around the belt which buckled at the rear. In the centre of the diamond a there appeared to removable steel ring with several lengths of chain dangling almost to the floor. Stepping back to the workbench Marcus lifted anther bundle

"Now lets get you dressed" with a big grin.

Holding up a single two inch strip of leather with a buckle at one end it was plain to see two solid steel dildos had been strategically attached to the two foot strip and two lengths of chain hung from the other end.. Disappearing around behind her I assumed Marcus was buckling one end to the back of the belt, returning in front of Angela, Marcus pulled the other end through her legs. Leaning forward he sucked and moistened the end the first, and smaller, of the two dildos and quickly inserted it into Angels ass, the squeals and giggles left me in no doubt that Angela was expecting it. As he grabbed hold of the second dildo which was about seven or eight inches long and at least two to three inches across

"Be careful to put this on the proper way round dear or you're gonna have one sore ass"

They both giggled. Leaning forward again, Marcus moistened the second dildo and inserted it into her pussy and finally he took the two chains and clipped them to steel hoops either side of the belt, both dildos were now held firmly in place .

"Now lets see if those damn springs work ok " said Marcus

Kneeling down in front of Angela he put one finger through a steel loop attached to the bottom of the larger dildo, which I hadn't previously noticed. He pulled and the dildo slide out of her pussy and through the belt, he did the same with the dildo up her ass,

"So far so good" he remarked.

Suddenly he let go and both dildos snapped back into their respective orifices at high speed, Angela gasped in surprise and stood motionless for few seconds before kneeling down and hugging Marcus

"Amazing Marcus – exactly as I had imagined - you are a genius !"

"Good – now lets put it all together!" he replied as they stood up

Marcus called to one of the two rubber clad assistants to fetch the rest of Angela's outfit from the rack, she returned with a pair of thigh length black stiletto boots in the most sumptuous leather and a black peep hole bra in the same material. After slipping into the bra Angela turned to allow the assistant to buckle the back, and additional length of leather was buckled between the bra and the belt. Slipping the boots on Angela, the assistant began lacing the boots all the way up the back, a difficult job given there must have been twenty yards of leather thong in each boot. During this Marcus had lifted a black box from the workbench and sidled over to me smiling, he showed me the box which had a number of switches, buttons and slider controls mounted on it and a small flexible aerial extended to about three inches from one side. Nodding towards Angela he winked at me flicked a switch and pushed one of the buttons

"Jesus" squeaked Angela and froze where she stood.

Marcus pushed the button again, I had no idea what was happening as I followed Angels stare down to her pussy. Again Marcus pushed the button and I watched as the dildo in her pussy suddenly shot out through the belt and back in again. Angela's gaze rose to meet Marcus's smiling face

"Fuck " as the smile spread across her startled face

"Very well" said Marcus as he manoeuvred one of the slider controls to about 25% of capacity.

I watched as the dildo started to slide in and out of Angela's pussy, her eyes widened and her smile broadened

"WOW"

In a single movement Marcus flicked another switch, pushed a button and moved another slider, the other dildo started sliding in and out of her ass, Angela looked over at us with her mouth gaping open. For the next few minutes we all stood in silence as Angela had her pussy and ass slowly fucked by her new outfit, Marcus moved the slider controls further along and the pace of both dildos increased dramatically. With one hand on the workbench to steady herself Angela began gasping at each stroke, her nipples were now hard and protruding through the holes in the bra, her knees splayed and bent slightly as if trying to push against the dildos and her pussy was now glistening with her own juices. Her panting now matched the alternate inward strokes of the dildos and her eyes had started to glaze over when, without warning, Marcus pressed the 'off' button and all movement ceased.

"Shit Marcus – you bastard switch that fucking thing on right now – do you know how close I am"

"Still got lots to do sweetheart – haven't got all day to hang about while you get fucked " he said smiling "You can play all you want tomorrow"

Instructing the assistant to complete the lacing in the boots Marcus walked over to Angela and began to explain that there was a battery pack built into the bra and the remote controlled electromagnets housed in the couplings were controlled remotely by the box in his hand and drew their power from the batteries via a connection in the harness. While explaining this he was connecting light chains from Angela's nipple rings to a small wheel in the centre of the diamond part of the belt, a third similar chain was connected to the gold ring in her clitoral hood and attached to a smaller wheel, all three chains were then adjusted until taught.

"Lets try those " Marcus declared as he lifted the remote control box once more.

Switching the remote control on Marcus turned a knob and the two wheels started to slowly oscillate backwards and forward about 180 degrees. The effect was to tighten the chains attached then release then tighten again, hence each nipple was stimulated in turn and the chain attached to the smaller wheel lifted her clitoral hood about quarter of an inch with each oscillation. Angela stared at her nipples as they were alternately extended by half an inch and released again, after a few moments Marcus shut of the remote again.

"I swear I will kill you Marcus" Angela scowled.

"Just one last thing to test "

Angela was about to hurl further abuse when, with a sparkle in his eye he hit yet another button on the remote, Angela froze rigid instantly then relaxed, her eyes were practically on stocks as she stared at Marcus. Again he pushed the button and again she froze. Marcus then turned to me and explained that that particular button sent a pulse of low voltage electricity down each of the three chains attached to the front of the belt and also to each of the dildos.

"OK Angela all seems to be well, lets get you out of that outfit and I can prepare it for tomorrow."

"If you think that I am leaving here without……."

"Oh do be quite !" Marcus interrupted "Sam get her out of that outfit and finish her off will you – poor girl is desperate" he instructed the assistant

Angela complied and Sam started removing the various parts of the outfit, once completely naked Sam pointed to the workbench and Angela hopped up and lay back with her legs wide open and dangling over the edge of the bench, Sam stepped forward bent over and ate hungrily at Angela's sopping pussy. Within a few minutes Angela was screaming encouragement at Sam as she slide her whole hand into Angela's pussy and lapped busily at her clitty, as Sam thrust her fist in and out Angela beat the same rhythm on the workbench with clenched fists until eventually she could no longer endure the treatment and gave way to an explosive orgasm. Marcus and I watched as Sam gradually eased off as Angela's orgasm peaked and slowly subsided,

"Judging by the size of that puddle on the floor, I would say Angela needed that" Joked Marcus

"Now then what are we going to do with you" he said turning to me

"I have no idea " I replied "But I have a feeling I'm in safe hands"

"You sure are honey – now jump out of those clothes and let's get you measured up"

Stripping off I was hardly surprised to find my panties sopping wet yet again, this was becoming the norm I thought to myself, the fact hadn't gone unnoticed

"Can I get Sam to help with that " Marcus said pointing to my glistening pussy

"Thanks – but it can wait a while yet " I smiled.

As Marcus measured me for whatever contraption he had in mind he explained that he had had a call from Elizabeth (his business partner in the club) and had been instructed to clear his day on Wednesday to prepare an outfit for me.

"You must be one special lady , Elizabeth never throws her weight around down here !"

"I honestly don't know why Marcus, I only met her briefly at dinner"

"Oh I know why honey – You feeeeeeeeeel like one seeexxxxxy bitch"

"OK that's us honey " he said scribbling in a notepad " Be here tomorrow evening before the ball and we can do any last minute stuff before you go"

Pulling on my clothes which were by now a heap on the floor, I lifted my sopping wet panties and held them out, I didn't relish the thought of pulling them on cold and wet as they were, by now Angela had managed to pull herself together and dress and as she strolled towards she asked

"Are you sure you don't need some help down there" staring at my pussy

"No but I may need Jackson on the way back to the office if that's ok?"

"I can't see Jackson objecting, anyway even if he did he would do as he was told" she laughed

A Week in October

Part XVII Millie's obsession

Throwing the panties in my bag, I finished dressing and thanked Marcus for his time, Angela suggested a quick tour of the club before heading back to the office, so we set out into the main building. The first area we entered at the end of the corridor was a regular lounge area with warm low lighting; a semi circular bar was surrounded by semicircular bays all around the walls. The seating was deep crimson velour or velvet and the walls were covered with matching faux leather. Single spot lights picked out the erotic line drawings of dominatrix and chained up nubile young women which adorned the walls. Between each of the bays was a 4ft x 4ft cage and the entire width of the far wall was occupied by a stage. On the right hand wall a large archway led to a short dark corridor which opened up into a huge circular room, massive stone pillars every ten paces or so ran around the stone effect perimeter wall, in the spaces between every second pillar there was an archway leading to other smaller rooms.

In the centre of the room stood a wooden contraption which resembled a vaulting horse. On each of the four splayed legs there was attached, by a chain, a leather wrist or ankle restraint.

"This is Millie's favourite " Angela commented as she approached the equipment. She spends hours in the damn thing"

With that Angela bent over and lay across the horse, with both feet still on the floor she rested her head on the far end and her arms hung down either side in line with the legs.

"Of course she needs the accessories"

Seeing the puzzled look on my face she sprang up from the horse

"Come on I'll show you " as she started to undress me.

Once naked she led me over to the horse and bade me to lay down as she had., moving behind me she spread my legs and attached the ankle restraints at each side, moving to my head she then attached the wrist restraints and adjusted the chains to ensure I was well and truly secure with little or no movement possible.

"Now" said Angela "The piece de resistance" as she walked over to a rack on the wall and pulled down a sinister looking leather hood.

"Sensory depravation is what our Millie is all about" she said smiling

"This little device ensures you can neither see nor hear" as she slipped the hood over my head and pulled up the zip that ran up the back. Initially I felt a little uneasy as my eyes desperately tried to adjust to the sudden darkness. As the smell of the leather filled my nostrils I realised I could still hear Angela and was about to comment when two pads at either side of my head began to expand and press hard against my ears, I realised that she was now inflating sections of the hood. Soon the silence was deafening, I could hear my heart rate begin to increase and the sound of my own blood rushing through my veins and echoing in my head. Verging on panic at this vulnerability and isolation, I sought contact with the outside,

"Angela I am not sure about this" I seemed to shout

A few seconds later I felt a zipper in the front of the mask open and Angela's tongue slithered into my mouth, I sucked and we kissed. Somewhat reassured I began to consider what I was feeling as Angela zipped me up , gradually I began to see the attraction for "Our Millie". There was definitely something erotic about my predicament. Relaxing into the situation my thoughts were interrupted by Angela's tongue in my ass, or at least I think it was Angela's tongue, I squirmed under her and involuntarily responded to her attentions. After only a few seconds she stopped as suddenly as she had started,

"Jesus Angela don't stop" I shouted as I wriggled and pushed my ass in the air as far as the restraints would allow desperately trying to find her tongue.

Her response was immediate, the zip in the mask was opened and a rubber ball forced into my mouth instantly removing my only means of communication. Panic once again rose in me as I awaited the next move. I remained absolutely still listening to the silence, every square inch of my body now seemed to be on high alert in anticipation of feedback from the outside world. As each minute passed without contact the expectation was building to almost unbearable levels. After what seemed like an eternity I lifted my head a strained to hear through the false silence inside the hood, my heightened awareness was telling me I was now alone in the room, I lay down once more and waited.

Suddenly as if someone had wired me to the mains and thrown the switch, every muscle in my body tightened against some unknown threat, in the few milliseconds before I could identify the source of the threat blind panic and terror gripped me. In an instant and in one stroke my pussy had been filled to capacity, someone or something was now fucking me fast and hard. The huge phallus banged against my cervix with every forward stroke and stretched my pussy so wide I was sure it would never return to normal. After thirty seconds of the sustained onslaught my pussy began to respond, within a further thirty seconds my orgasm hit like a freight train. Screaming into the rubber ball jammed into my mouth I thought my head would explode, oxygen was now at a premium as I tried to drag air in through my nose and my heart beat boomed in my ears. As quickly as it had begun the fucking stopped and my empty, dripping pussy was left gaping and twitching. Minutes passed as the aftershocks from my orgasm slowly subsided and the warm gooey post coital glow seeped through my body and I melted into the leather surface of the horse and fell asleep.

"Cant lie there all day hussy – you've got work to do"

I was awaked with a start which turned to panic on the realisation that I was unable to move, further disorientated by the darkness I began to struggle and tried to scream.

"Calm down!" Angela said as she removed the mask and the ball from my mouth.

" You've been sleeping for the past twenty minutes – you've got work to go to!"

Use of my eyes gave me sufficient information to allay my panic and I smiled at Angela.

"Our Millie's really got something here !"

"You certainly seemed to enjoy it "

Angela released me from the restraints and I quickly dressed, as we headed out to the car I grabbed Angela's arm and stopped her in the corridor

"What or who just fucked me" I beamed at Angela

"It was who – but not knowing it half the fun"

With that she turned and walked off leaving me standing contemplating the fact that someone had just fucked my brains out and I didn't know who.