The new Radio Station

 

First Week

 

Alter months of advertising; today the new radio station was starting their activities. “A total new way of broadcasting” they said.  And Little Castle was the first city they were allowed to broadcast.

 

“G’ Morning Aaron, G’ Morning Hilary” Cameron Thompson greeted her subordinates getting a formal ‘Good Morning Ms. Thompson’ before entering her private office.

 

She didn’t notice the new radio station was working until she sat down. Cameron loved the silence and her office was as silent as the outer space, it was soundproofed.

 

There, this successful 38 old black haired lawyer noticed she was hearing soft music, with no identifiable source for it. Well, she was no ‘hearing it’ she could have worn earplugs as well; there would have been no difference.

 

The novelty was that the waves the New Radio Station emitted were directly decoded by the brain; there was no longer need of a transistor, it was revolutionary.

 

“Weird” she thought, and started her work.

 

Cameron worked in a big attorney company and was specialized in violent crimes against women, basically domestic violence, pederasty and rapes.

 

Her actual case was as clear as drinking water. A 40 y/o neighbour, a certain Mr. Hart, had heavily abused a fifteen y/o girl during a garden party, with mom and sisters as witnesses.

 

She wanted the guy locked in prison for as long as possible, and she was going to achieve it.

 

Her office attire was a tailored suit, which hided more than enhanced her still very attractive body, because, as she used to say, attorney assets should be mouth and brain, not ass and tits.

 

And it is to say that she’s got all of it: perhaps a little bit too mouthy but with a good working brain and a body to die for. Nobody would tell that this body had given birth to two pretty girls, now 16 and 17, or that her breasts were 100 % natural. Somehow she kept them big after breastfeeding her babies and Rod, her husband, liked them that way.

 

She had it all, a good job, a nice family, friends, health and beauty but her life was boring. She didn’t really enjoy sex, just practised missionary and in the dark; than barbecues and baseball, ah, and two teenager daughters quarrelling home, when home.

 

At the end of the day, her manager gave her a sheet with some new regulations.

 

New regulations?  That was really new.

 

She tossed it into her BMW without reading them and drove home.

 

“Hi” she shouted when opening her front door.

 

“Hi,Cam” came the answer. Not just one voice, but three, She exactly knew who was sitting in her salon even before opening the door.

 

Jennifer and Matt Quinn was a married couple of police officers and they were their best friends. Rod and Matt could chat for hours and she and Jen knew each other since school.

 

And very important nor Rod, nor Matt never flirted with the other’s wife. A big deal because both of them were really pretty. Jennifer was 33 y/o and wore short blond hair. Her body was a perfect standard female body, that is, it was great, even she was an inch shorter than Cameron’s 5 feet 6 inch.

 

The Quinn, the same as Rod, finished their working day earlier and joined to chat a bit and have a beer or two at Rod’s and Cameron’s house. Normally, as today, they still wore their uniforms. They looked alike cause Little Castle made no difference between men and women uniforms.

 

After joining them they talked till late, sitting in the usual way: Rod at one end of their u-sofa; next to him Matt, and then Jen. She sat in a chair in front of Jen, but close to Rod.

 

It was just before going to bed she remembered to read her regulations, she read them, got shocked, threw the paper away and went to sleep.

 

 

Second Week

 

She drove to her office in her usual office attire. A short skirt, high heeled shoes and a lot of make up, because as she used to say: a good appearance is the first of a real woman weapons.

 

She noticed, proud, that most of her female co-workers were finally following her advises.

 

She worked on her case; a rather difficult one.  A bitchy teenager only supported by her family was accusing an honest neighbour of abuse; she didn’t know how to win this case.

 

At the end of the day she attended to the new regulation meeting. She really didn’t focus too much on what the manager was saying, he was the man, so he should know what to do. She just stood there next to a sitting male co-worker and finally she agreed to come to the office on public transport, the same as the rest of (female) co-worker. She tossed the printed copy of the regulations into her bag.

 

Before driving home she did some shopping.

 

“Hi” She greeted entering her salon.

 

“Hi, Cam” came the invariable unison answer.

 

They were, as usual sitting on the sofa: Rod in the corner, next to him Jen in her short uniform skirt and finally Matt.

 

‘It’s good that Jen always sits next to Rod’, like this, Cameron thought, ‘my hubby also can admire her wonderful legs or even cop a feel.’

 

She of course sat in the chair in front of Matt, as always,  for him not to miss hers. ‘What kind of friendship could be built hiding away’ she reasoned.

 

As usual they talked till late. Matt’s hands were often on her knees or thighs.

 

“What a pair of wonderful melons you have got,” Matt said returning from the toilet and cupping both her tits from behind.”

 

All of them laughed and he went on massaging his friend’s wife tits for some more time.

 

 Rod, on his side, didn’t remove his hand from Jen’s leg except when playfully he followed up her slit with one finger.

 

“I think Jen you are quite a hottie” he had said making her giggle, but not offering any resistance to his insidious finger.

 

When finally they left, Cameron got a deep French kiss with both Matt’s hands kneading her ass.

Rod saw off Jennifer cupping her cunt and playfully spanking her behinds.

 

She once again read her weekly regulations and went to sleep.

 

 

The third week

 

As usual she woke up one hour earlier than Rod, to have time to dress, make the breakfast for both and than wake Rod with his morning blowjob.

 

She was dressed in her usual office uniform: high-heeled boots, a white vinyl miniskirt, white top, white gloves till the elbows and a white cap. As she used to say ‘the harder the judge’s cock get, the easier to win your case’

 

“My little slut” Rod said awaking and looking at his wife worshipping his manhood “you are doing great”

 

She got wet from both his approval and being called “slut”. She hoped he would Take her right there, but he just patted a little bit her behinds.

 

The metro was packed with sexily dressed women, school kids and some men. When she entered the wagon a schoolboy, perhaps 14, stood up for her to sit down. Next to this boy was another dressed alike and the third in the row was a girl, one year older she guessed. All of them attended the elitist Irish School, as their uniform proudly proclaimed, but now they were just playing with their mobile phones.

 

Her metro journey was as uneventful as always and finally she entered her office. There she rowed up with the rest of her (female) co-worker for inspection. Tummy in, breast out, hands behind their necks and open mouth and legs.

 

‘It’s so much more convenient to come by metro” she thought “like this we are on display for half of the city and our male co-worker enjoy a better traffic situation’.

 

It was Aaron whose inspection got her out of her thoughts. He mauled both her tits, heavily fondled her ass and then before ordering her to heel he took the sides of her panties and pulled them up, hard. They deeply entered her, by now, soaking womanhood.

 

“Look’s better like this, don’t you agree?” He asked fingering her now free labia.

 

“Of course, Mr. Saw, it’s a lot better” she answered “like this you and all my co-worker can see my most intimate parts whilst I get hurtfully reminded of my place”

 

“From now on you are to wear your panties like this” he ordered and went to his office without waiting for an answer.

 

Cameron sat at her glass desk at the very door of Mr. Saw’s office and started working. When she looked up she saw Hilary working at the same kind of table in front of her. Hilary, like she, sat with very spread legs at the very end of her chair. She smiled at Hilary and went on working.

 

Her case was quite simple. A bitchy teenager and her relatives suited an honest man with some kind of nonsense, he had answered suiting them, for defamation and, of course, he was going to win.

 

That she knew for sure and just tried her best to diminish the damage ‘although I shouldn’t’ she often thought, ‘I should let the bitch pay for it’.

 

“Cam, coffee” Aaron ordered through the new installed loudspeakers and she run to the coffee machine.

 

There she met the company’s vice-president: Miss Susan Foley

 

Susan was Mr Foley’s daughter. Even without being the owner’s only daughter this 24 y/o woman would have easily succeeded in any business. Blond long hair, blue eyes, 6 feet tall and the dreamt 90-60-90, And that without talking about her outstanding IQ.

 

Of course she was dressed accordingly to her status:

 

Black high heeled sandals, black fishnet stockings, a big black velvet belt on her tummy and a black dog collar on her neck.  That was all she wore. A big bitch, the daughter of the big fish.

 

Her bald shaven cunt was totally on display, the same as her apple-size tits.

 

Next to her were at least ten coffees and she was still making more. They had been in a meeting and it was she who had to bring the coffees, the rest of the board were men.

 

“Can I take one of these? Cameron asked

 

“Yes, please, help yoursaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh”

 

“What the hell are you doing” Bill, the bellboy, asked hitting again on Miss Foley’s ass with a wooden ruler.

 

Before Cameron knew what was going on she also got a stroke on her ass.

 

Bill, a 17 y/o blond guy, was just too happy catching this two bitches chatting. They were just a senior female attorney and the female vice-president, while he was the bellBOY.

 

“This is a serious office and we follow the non-gossip regulation.” He said fondling both women’s sex.

They, of course, spread their legs to grant better access.

 

Accordingly to that regulation, issued by the town council some days ago, every male who catches women talking between themselves is allowed to punish them and to silence the offender’s mouth with any available item.

 

The item was to remain there until another male member of the community took it out.

 

“Hey, I like the way you wear you panties” Bill casually commented before forcing an apple into Cameron’s, mouth squeezing hard on her nether lips with his free hand.

 

Susan got a hooked ball gag into her eating hole and the ruler went halfway into her naked twat, after some heavily fondling.

 

“Don’t touch that ruler, Susi, Bill advised “and don’t you dare to let it fall out”

 

The hooked ball gags were the latest best seller. You could get them everywhere. They were so convenient because they not only silenced effectively any talking bitch but also enabled to hang your coat or umbrella on it making a good use of a woman’s mouth.

 

When Miss Foley went back to the meeting nobody took the gag out, but some co-worker hang their jackets on it. The rest of the meeting she remained standing next to one or another board member trying to avoid the wooden ruler to fall out of her slippery cunt. The more she tried, the slippery her cunt got, not to talk about the almost constant petting she was submitted.

 

 

Cam opened the door and hurried into the salon, hoping her husband was going to take the apple out. She needed to drink and her jaws were aching badly. 

 

Rod looked at her but didn’t stand up; he not even greeted her, before resuming his conversation with Matt. Next to her hubby, at the very edge of the sofa and with wide spread legs, sat Jen.  She was wearing no panties and Rod was slowly finger fucking her open sex, cupping it with the whole hand whilst discussing with Matt the latest home run of the local hero.

 

Jen still wore her uniform. Police cup, see-through blouse with no underwear, a micro-skirt and boots.

Of course she had handcuffs. She was wearing them right now effectively cuffing her hands behind her back.

 

With her mouth she was balancing a small tablet with two beers on it.

 

Cam in a friendly way looked at Jen. ‘How nice of her permitting Rod to toy with her cunt’ she thought and then knelt in front of Matt with wide spread legs looking at him with puppy eyes for him to toy with her.

 

‘Perhaps he likes the way I wear my panties and in reward takes out the apple’ she thought.

 

Matt didn’t comment her camel toe, but he fondled it.

 

Jen was next to orgasm again, when thankfully Rod and Matt took a sip at their beers. She came and was called all kind of names, for coming on Rod’s fingers.

 

Cameron also close to orgasm on Matt’s wise fingers couldn’t but agree.

 

How she dared to cum on her hubby’s fingers.

 

What a tart.

 

The forth week

 

Today was the trial. Ms. Cameron Thompson had carefully prepared her case and was kneeling on the left side of the courtroom.  There were neither chairs nor tables on that side, just a sign:  Bitches

 

She wore her white office attire, with soaked in panties and a dog collar.

Her client, the stupid teen was still not allowed to enter the courtroom.

 

A room that was full of people. Between them were friends and neighbors of Mr. Hart, some law students and the media. On the right side sat in a comfy armchair the poor Mr. Hart. As it was he being accused, two female guards stood in their regular uniform next to him. He was toying with the guard’s naked cunts, pinching them, elongating their labia or clit. Being in a courtroom both guards were gagged and cuffed.

 

‘How wise” Cam thought ‘with them gagged he could pinch them as hard as he wants without getting disturbed by their cries or moans’ A small chain fixed the guard’s anklets to the armchair.

 

Behind Mr. Hart sat his attorney, A big black guy called Jackson.  Ms. Hart and their sons Pete, Dan and Bob  17,16, and 14 y/o were also behind Mr. Hart. The fact that Ms. Hart was on her kneels blowing her husband’s attorney didn’t raise any eyebrow. It was normal she wanted to encourage him to do a good job.

 

 

 

 

The trial itself went relatively well. The judge listened to Mr. Jackson who exposed the facts in a very unilateral way. Ms. Thompson tried to protest but the judge immediately enforced the non-gossip law. The rest of the trial Ms. Cameron Thompson was sucking on the Judge’s rigid cock.

 

Before pronouncing his sentence the judge ordered the accusing part to be brought in. Mary, the accuser, her two older sisters and her mom crawled in. The 4 of them were naked but for the dog collar.

Cameron went on slurping at the judge’s cock when he pronounced his sentence: the four of them were given to the Harts as fucktoys.

 

Pete, Dan and Bob jumped in joy and immediately started abusing their former neighbors.

They had fancied them for long and now they just couldn’t wait to sample them.

 

The judge cummed on Cameron face, and Mr. Jackson congratulated Mr., Hart with the latter wife still busy around his manhood.

 

Sitting in the metro to go back home, the Irish School pupils entered her wagon. She of course immediately stood up for the boy to sit down. Next to him sat his colleague and in front of them kneeled with wide spread tights their female schoolmate.  She wore a two-hook ball gag  heavily carrying the boy’s schoolbag. Her uniform was a transparent cat suit. She wore a clit ring with a small chain attached to it, the other end of that chain was fixed to one of the boy’s left shoe.

 

After kneeling down she immediately got busy stroking and caring for their erect cocks.

 

They boy she had offered her place ordered Cameron to approach and mind absently fondled her privates whilst playing on his mobile phone. The other boy was doing the same with a gorgeous redhead.

 

Both, Cameron and the Redhead blowed the boys before they left the wagon. The schoolgirl hurried behind them balancing the two schoolbags and avoiding the chain to tuck at her clit.

 

 

 

She crawled through the dog entrance of her home and went right into the salon. As usual Rod, Matt and Jen were there, but today there were two novelties:

 

First they had brought with them their police dog “Catch” and the second one Tina and Jena, her daughters were home.

 

For the rest it was quite normal. Jen, still wearing her uniform, was getting  fucked by Rod, doggie style. Matt was doing the same to Jena and all of them were delighted to see how Catch was humping on Tina. The girls were still wearing their school uniforms, a kind of cheerleader outfit without underwear.

 

Cam crawled behind Matt and licked his balls till he cum into her younger daughter, then she licked Rod to help him fucking Jen. The rest of the evening she was, as always, available for any suggestion.

 

Even the men’s stamina was high it was Catch who thoroughly fucked them all till late in the night. Finally Matt, Catch and a crawling Jen left and she and her daughters were allowed to retired to their kennels.

 

Rod clipped chains to their collars, pinched once more Cameron’s clit and, exhausted, went to bed.

 

There in the silence of her kennel Ms. Cameron Thompson heard again the soft music of the New Radio Station.

 

‘Weird’ she thought ‘but at least a novelty because here in Little Castle are so few changes…

 

The End