6 comments/ 26663 views/ 20 favorites The Landlord's Daughter Ch. 01 By: AlphaBeatHer This story is in BDSM because it is about male domination and female submission. If you like women sexually serving men this might be for you, but please look at the tags. Enjoy! o0-0o When Clyde bought his drink he was the only person at the bar and the guy serving him looked miserable. "What's up Mark?" "Oh, trade's really bad Clyde. Since the economy went tits up I get hardly anybody in here. I am behind with the rent and the management company are threatening to terminate my lease." "Well yeah, things are tough, but not every business is in trouble. You have got to have something special to pull people in." "You're right, but I just haven't got any ideas left. I had to stop the live entertainment because I can't afford it any more." "You've never eaten at my place have you Mark?" "Jeez Clyde. You are so expensive and yet you always seem to be busy. I just wish I could afford to come to Glorious and find out how you do it." Look, I like to come in here for a drink and a bit of quiet company. The meal's on me. Come on round next time you are not working. You'll be well fed, but it could just do a little more for you than that." Mark was intrigued, but he couldn't get anything more out of Clyde. After a couple more drinks Clyde left and there was a trickle of customers until closing time. A poor night, but Mark felt a bit happier and it wasn't only that he was going to get a free meal. Clyde oozed money and success. There had to be something in this mysterious offer. The restaurant was only in the next street and Mark walked past it on his way home instead of taking his usual route. It was midnight and the last few diners were leaving. They were all smiling happily, giving cheery goodbyes to the staff and chatting enthusiastically as they went to their cars. It was a scene you could see at any restaurant except that there were more men than women among the clients and they seemed so much more animated than most people after a good meal. It was five days before Mark could get away from work at the right time for an evening meal. He rang Clyde and said that he would like to take up his offer. Clyde said that he was fully booked, but as Mark was a single diner and he knew he didn't get too many chances to get away from the bar he would bring out an extra small table. Mark expressed his gratitude and dressed his smartest. When he arrived he was greeted at the door by a beautiful teen-aged waitress who showed him to a tiny table in the corner of the throbbing restaurant. "You are an honoured guest Sir. I have instructions to tell the owner as soon as you arrive. Mr Watkins will be with you shortly." Handing Mark the menu she said " my name is Carole and I will be your waitress for this evening. I will be pleased to meet your every wish." This last comment was delivered with Carole looking straight into his eyes and her lovely cleavage prominent as she leaned towards him. Mark settled into his seat and started looking at the menu. He tried to ignore the distracting movement in his groin. Before he had looked at many of the tempting dishes on offer Clyde was beside him. "Delighted that you could join us Mark. I won't disturb you now. Just make your selection from our menu and when you have finished your starter tell Carole to show you through to my office. We will have a little chat before your main course. Until then I would like to suggest that you look around you carefully and watch what is happening. Bon appetit!" With that Clyde was gone. Mark found it hard to concentrate on the menu. All this was so mysterious. He looked around him and couldn't see anything special except the large number of male diners as he had observed previously. There were two tables of six men each and that was unusual. If it had been any normal restaurant Mark would have taken them to be business men, but there was something about the atmosphere in here that told him their purpose was pleasure rather than work. After Carole had returned twice Mark finally put in his order. As he took his first sip of wine and picked up an olive there was a sudden murmur about the room. The diners were looking restless and one man made his way rather quickly towards the rest room. Not long afterwards Mark's garlic prawns were served and he tucked into his delicious starter. The moment the man returned from the gents there was a scraping of chairs. Two or three men moved as if to get up, but just one man left. The pattern continued. Each time one man came back into the restaurant another apparently needed to relieve himself immediately and there always seemed to be only one person going at a time. Almost as soon as he had put down his cutlery from finishing the starter Carole was back at the table side. Smiling beautifully she said. "Will you please be kind enough to accompany me to Mr Watkins' office Sir?" Mark took another sip of wine before standing up and following Carole's pretty ass and very long legs to the back of the restaurant. As they passed the WC's a smiling man emerged. He went to hold the door open for Mark before realising that he a Carole were going somewhere else. Mark thanked him and the guy very obviously winked and broadened his smile. Carole tapped on the door and showed Mark into her boss's office before turning away to return to waiting on table. "Well Mark. What do you think so far?" " Your food is excellent. My compliments to the chef and your staff are really top quality. I couldn't have been made to feel more welcome. And it certainly works. You're chock full." "Yes we do well. Most of my staff are working their way through college. Learning some valuable life lessons at the same time as they study their books. Clyde grinned. So you haven't noticed anything special about my place? Apart from the food and waitresses of course." Well I don't know what it is, but there is something going on. There is a strange feeling of anticipation in the room and guys are following each other into the john all the time. It's as if you only have one urinal or something and they have to grab their turn." Clyde laughed. "You're close man. They are certainly trying to get their turn." He swivelled on his chair and pointed a remote control at the screen on the wall. When it flashed into life there was a naked girl on her knees sucking a dick at a glory hole. "Hmm. Very nice." Said Mark, "but you didn't call me in to show me some porn did you?" "It's live footage mate. Straight from the cubicle across the corridor and the lady there is one of my waitresses." Mark looked more closely. "No kidding." At that moment there were some drawn out grunts from the screen. The girl was swallowing as a cum load filled her mouth. She carefully sucked and licked the prick clean and thanked its owner effusively. He left and within a few seconds the door clanged again and she was asking the new occupier if she could suck him off. Sure enough another cock came through the hole and she had it in her mouth right away. "That's seven loads she swallowed in half an hour and it will be eight in a minute. There could be fifteen men's cum in her belly by the time her hour is up. She's got good technique. Brings them off quick leaving plenty of happy clients. That's the way I like it." Mark was glued to the screen. Speechless. After a few moments of silence Clyde went on. "Now you know why this is such a successful business. Play it right and your bar could do just as well as us. Now I will let you get back to your meal, but before you go. Take a look at the WC's sign when you get back to your table. When the apostrophe is lit up there is a girl at the glory hole in cubicle three. Carole is due to do an hour in there later this evening." "Fucking hell." Was all that Mark could say. Clyde showed him out of the office. Once Mark was comfortably seated again he looked up at the sign and registered the small apostrophe illuminated with a red light. Carole was at his side very soon. "Are you ready for your main course Sir! And may I get you anything else? "I'd like to wait for a few minutes and may I have a jug of water please?" "Of course Sir. Right away" Not only was he surprisingly thirsty, Mark did not want to hurry this evening. He slowly sipped at his water and wine, all the time observing the succession of men visiting the lavatory. Carole visited three times to see if he was ready for his meal. Each time he declined. Although she was entirely compliant and polite it was obvious that she was getting concerned about the delay. The last thing on Mark's mind was whether his food might spoil. Carole finally came and said. "I must leave in a few minutes Sir. I am required for other duties." "Oh. OK. Yes I will have my main course now if you have time." "Of course Sir." Carole hurried away and as she did so the apostrophe light went out. She returned in seconds and after serving him she gave a curtsey. "Please excuse me Sir. Your replacement waitress will introduce herself shortly." Mark started to eat. The food was excellent, but he was really paying it very little attention. The restaurant was quieter now and there was no movement to and from the lavatories. A few minutes later he looked up to the figure approaching his table. The lovely young woman in neat waitress uniform was the same naked girl he had seen on her knees swallowing cum only a short while ago. "Good evening Sir. I am Susan and I am replacing Carole. Is everything satisfactory with your meal?" Mark snapped out of his recollections. "Oh yes. Yes, the food is excellent." She smiled sweetly. "I am here to provide anything you need Sir. Would you like anything else to drink?" Mark could not get what she had been drinking out of his mind and then the apostrophe lit up again. Not a second passed before he was on his feet and heading for the door. No time to say a word. The moment those soft warm lips closed around his dick Mark visualised Carole's lovely eyes looking up at him and that delicious cleavage. She worked her tongue expertly and sucked so that he knew he could not last long in this paradise. He longed to be able to grab her head and thrust deep into her throat. As if she had read his mind Carole pressed her face firmly against the thin partition where Mark was tight against the other side. Just as his cockhead fully entered her throat he groaned and let go a huge jet of jism straight down inside her. Carole eased back a little and sucked the softening prick while the rest of his load discharged into her mouth. Mark knew that Carole was naked on the other side of that wall. He really wanted to hug her and relish the gorgeous body he saw in his mind. He was going to do things a little differently in his bar, but Clyde was a genius. This was going to be his salvation. He arrived back at his table to find that Susan had removed his plate to keep the food warm. By the time he had got into his seat and raised his glass to his lips she returned it. "Thank You Susan. That was thoughtful." "My pleasure Sir. Please be sure to let me know if there is anything at all that I can do for you." In this establishment that offer meant so much more than it would anywhere else. The pretty girl standing beside him had a belly full of cum and she knew that he had just fucked her colleague's mouth. This was a place like no other. Unable to resist, and without really thinking about it at all, Mark put his hand under her short skirt and felt her cunt. That there were no knickers was unsurprising. Instead of a bush of curly hair he found perfectly smooth, damp flesh and soft, plump lips. Rather than leaping back, screaming or showing any sign of shock Susan spread her legs to allow easier access. Mark eased three fingers into the sweet, young cunt. Susan moved towards him a little and spread her legs wider allowing further entry. Juices trickled into his palm and Mark took his hand away. He sucked his fingers. "Thank you Susan." "No, it is for me to thank YOU Sir. Thank you for allowing me to assist you in enjoying the Glorious experience." "You have certainly done that Susan and I hope you will help me a lot more in the future." "I look forward to it Sir." Mark finished his meal with his head full of thoughts. From Susan's juicy cunt to Carole's expert mouth and then back to the future of his bar. Clyde really knew how to do business. He had barely been aware of his food. When Susan came to clear his plate and ask for his dessert order Mark could only think of leaving to get on with his plans. "No Susan. Thank you, but I need to leave now." "If you must Sir. I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Mr Watkins has instructed me to ensure that you have everything you want this evening. Please don't leave if there is anything more I can do for you. Mr Watkins would not like you t ogo without being fully satisfied." "I don't think I have felt so satisfied in years Susan, but you could come back to my place if you like." "Of course Sir. I will just get permission to leave." "No, no. It was a joke. I'm sorry." "Really Sir. Mr Watkins would want me to please you. You are welcome to have me." "Oh boy Susan. You really are amazing. I am going to have to take up that offer sometime, ,but it just can't be today." Mark reached for his wallet. Susan put her hand on his. "No Sir, please. I have orders. I must not take any money from you." Mark looked at her. There was no arguing. He kissed her gently on the cheek, bade her goodnight and left. -o0o- When Mark got home brimming with ideas and eager to start work on re-launching the bar he found his wife in tears. "Oh no Rose. Stop that. I am going to get us out of the financial mess. It is a certainty. You don't have to worry." "No Mark. It's not money." She sobbed. "Hetty has been arrested." "What! What the hell for? The stupid little bitch. And where is she?" "The police just rang me. They said it was indecency in a public place. They've already charged her. She will be bailed and we can collect her now." "Indecency? What the fuck has the stupid cow done?" "I don't know Mark. They wouldn't tell me. They said she would have to tell us herself." Thankful that he had only drunk a little more than one glass of wine Mark got the car out and drove to the police station. The desk sergeant grinned as he went through the bail papers. Hetty was led out by a custody officer who was giggling. "Here you are Daddy. I think your little girl has already had her supper." There was laughter throughout the police station as they walked out of the door. "Jesus fucking christ. What have you done to humiliate me like that? Those guys all know me." "Well...I...Errh...I. It's your fault. I've got no money. How am I supposed to...oh shit." "Look, never mind any bullshit now. What did you do?" They climbed into the car and Hetty tearfully explained that she had been taking a lot of crap from her mates because she couldn't join in with them on any nights out. She never had any money. They had expected her to have a party for her eighteenth and there was nothing. She had been to plenty of their parties and she was owing. Tonight Pete and Joe were having a joint twentieth birthday party. The plan was to go the supermarket and all chip into a kitty for booze and snacks. Hetty tried to excuse herself because she couldn't contribute, but they said she already owed them and anyway her boyfriend needed her there. The guys talked among themselves and then her boyfriend came to her. They had a quick discussion and agreed she would do a line-up for six guys. That would clear her debt and be taken as her share of tonight's kitty. They all went to the corner of the car park, put down a flattened cardboard box for her to kneel on and she got started on the BJ's. With the fourth guy's dick in her mouth three security men came running over. They told everybody else to go away and kept her until the police came. At first she denied doing anything, but they took her to the office and showed her everything on CCTV. They had let her keep going for a while. They said it was to be sure with the evidence. Mark was devastated. He was angry with her, but ashamed as well. When they got home the discussion was subdued. The police told Hetty that if she pleaded guilty she would probably get away with a £300 fine or some community service. She might even hope to keep it out of the newspapers. It was a small town. If she was out picking up rubbish in an orange jacket she would be known as the community cock sucker for ever more. Hetty went tearfully to bed. "I can't believe our daughter would do such a thing. I realised...you know... that boyfriends and everything, but six men...in a car park...in her mouth." She shuddered. Mark started to remember his earlier evening and all the promise it held. "I can't remember the last time I had my prick in your mouth. It mus be years." "It was your birthday fifteen months ago. You didn't tell me you were about to finish and it went all over my face." "It should have gone down your throat. You pulled away. Things are going to change in this house. Go to the bedroom and get your clothes off. I'm going to have your ass tonight." In twenty years together Rose had never agreed to anal sex. Mark had suggested it a few times and tried her with a finger once or twice. Each time she had distracted him with a BJ or guided him into her pussy. Rose was confused. She didn't know what to think. Mark never forced her. She didn't know if he meant he was going to spank her. He had a few times and she quite liked it if she was in the mood, which she certainly wasn't at the moment. But why would he do that. It was Hetty in trouble not her. But what if he did mean anal sex. No, after twenty years she was not ready to do that. Even so she took off her clothes and sat naked on the bed. Mark poured himself a large whisky, took a couple of long swigs and collected a tub of lubricant from a kitchen cupboard. When he entered the bedroom, any doubts that Rose may have had disappeared. She knew his intent. He put down what he was carrying, stripped off his clothes and kissed her roughly. He told Rose to turn on her stomach and she did so without comment. A slippery finger thrust hard into her ass. Rose gasped and wriggled. It was worked in and out a few times before a second finger stretched her. It hurt. Rose writhed and Mark's large hand was pressed onto the back of her neck as he removed his fingers to replace them with the head of his cock. Rose was almost swooning with discomfort, distaste, anticipation and excitement. For a moment she thought she was in a dream and then she realised that this was real and she was actually wanting her husbands prick in her asshole. He had slicked his shaft to ease the way and moments later the cock head popped past her sphincter. She groaned and writhed, pushing back onto the new sensation which hurt, but she seemed to need more of. When he was half way in and not going to slip out Rose felt familiar fingers on her clit. She purred with pleasure while Mark worked her clitoris and built up a rhythm taking his dick fully into her ass. He was fucking her now just as hard as he would her cunt. Pushing four fingers into her sopping pussy and then stroking her nub was driving Rose crazy while her bowels were being churned as never before. She was swamped by surges and surges of overwhelming climax. Having drained his cock earlier Mark didn't cum. His cock stayed ramrod stiff in his exhausted wife's ass. "From now on you do as I say. Understand?" Face in the bedding and the strong hand still on the back of her neck, Rose was skewered. "Yes" Was her muffled reply. "Everything I say?" The Landlord's Daughter Ch. 01 He took her by the hair and raised her head. "Everything darling. I will do anything." The prick she had known for twenty years still seemed a stranger in her ass, but it was one she wanted to know better. She was not to know how big a promise she was making. Mark plopped his prick from her gaping ass and dragged her to the shower. With them both refreshed, and him still stiff, they climbed into bed. Rose sucked the hard rod, swallowed his cum and they drifted off to sleep with Mark's dick in her mouth. There was much work to do tomorrow. -o0o- When Mark got up he was in a frenzy of activity. There was so much to do. He would close down the Flying Horse and after a complete make-over it would re-open as The promise. He was sure that he could turn the whole thing round in a couple of weeks. The biggest problem was the money. It could only be done with a loan and he could only get that by offering the house as security. This had to work. If it didn't they would all be homeless. Little was seen of Hetty. She stayed in her room for a week, emerging only to eat or use the bathroom. None of her friends came round and she didn't go out. A week after the trauma, work was going well at the bar and Mark was thinking about how to get the very special staff that he needed. The scruffy old function room that they used to use for parties, on the rare occasion that they got a booking, had now been transformed into a strange arrangement of equipment, lighting and an open wet area in one corner with a shower and urinal. Mark took Rose along to see it. He also needed to try a few things out. When they arrived workmen were busy in the main bar. They were getting into the decorating stage and it wouldn't be long before new furniture would arrive. It was like a different world when Mark closed the door to the finished room. The chatter and clatter of the workmen stopped dead. There was silence in here. Rose looked around. All the walls and ceiling except the wet area were quilted in soft material that absorbed sound. Even the door they had just entered was covered in the same way. Beneath their feet was a soft carpet. Lighting was by spots which left most of the room dim except for three contraptions which were brightly lit. The shower area too was illuminated. "What on earth is this?" "You will see darling. Take off your clothes." Mark sat in one of the comfortable armchairs placed around the room. Rose hesitated a second as she continued to take in the strange environment, but she was not going to refuse her husband. Since the fateful night of her first ass fuck she had found a new contentment in doing his bidding. He no longer shared his financial worries and she knew that was a threat hanging over them, but she had belief in the optimism that he now displayed. Besides, having an assertive man taking his pleasure with her gave her a glow that she hadn't felt in many years. "Come on. This is a business and time is money." Rose quickly removed her clothes and placed them on a chair. Mark led her to the centre of the room. There were two posts with leather straps on top. Between the posts was a chain which had a leather collar in its centre. Mark indicated to her to kneel on a cushion at the base. He attached her wrists to the post tops and buckled the collar round her neck. "This is the Promise Pillory. Every time a customer spends £75 he gets a go in here. And this is what he does." Mark had undone his trousers and he flipped his dick into Rose's face. "Just the right height. Good. Guys vary, but most should be comfortable I think." He took a handful of Rose's hair in one hand and his prick in the other. She opened her mouth and he thrust into her. "Hmm! That's good." Mark fucked her mouth rhythmically. "You see this way the guy can control her head and see her body. He can choose whether to let her suck or if he wants to throat fuck her. So much better than a glory hole, but no anonymity." Mark continued to talk as he used his wife's mouth. He kept going until he gave way to grunting and discharging a healthy big load into her mouth. "Show me. Good girl. Now swallow." He started releasing her from the pillory. "What is a glory hole Mark?" She got no reply as she was led to a low bench. "This is the Bonus Bench. It will be a new experience for you, but a job that every good wife should be doing. I have been meaning to introduce you to it over the last few days, but I have just been so busy." Rose was laid on her back with her head held firm between two upholstered leather pads. Mark buckled a strap round her neck and then fixed her wrists with cuffs by her sides. Her newly bald pussy was held open by her legs being either side of the bench. Mark slipped off all his clothes and lowered himself onto the pads. With Rose's quick breaths gently tickling his ass Mark took a good look at her tits and cunt. "You're still a lovely woman and I'm proud to have you." Even in her strange position Rose glowed with pleasure. It didn't seem appropriate to say anything. "Now work that pretty little tongue of yours into my asshole and be sure to wriggle it around plenty." Her breathing quickened further as she tentatively extended her tongue to touch the wrinkled flesh. Turning a wheel at his right side Mark lowered his seat pads about half an inch. "Yes that's good. You can get that tongue right in now. Good work babe. Each time a customer has spent £150 he will get ten minutes on here. We will only run it on Monday and Tuesday nights because they are quiet and it is good to have a reason to get people in." Rose wanted to speak, but thought better of it. "You're slacking a bit there." Said Mark, lowering himself another quarter inch. "Keep pushing that tongue in. I don't want to have to suffocate you." He laughed. Seriously of course, if a guy isn't getting enough sensation he is going to get her face in tighter so it pays to keep that tongue moving and leave yourself room to breathe." The real sophistication of the Bonus Bench was that as soon as Mark put his weight on the pads it started a ten minute timer. Now that he was dreamily enjoying his wife's hot tongue a buzzer sounded and a red light came on. "Our guest has to get off at this point and I will be monitoring to make sure they do. That is one benefit of being the boss." He chuckled and kneaded her breasts. "I can enjoy my wife just as long as I like. Keep that tongue working girl." Rose's heart sank. Her jaw ached and her tongue seemed to have gone numb. How long would she have to do this? She got her answer straight away when Mark stood up. He slipped two fingers in her cunt. "I see that you like having your tongue up my ass." Rose wriggled. The feeling of helplessness was weird. Mark was a decent man. She wasn't afraid, but everything was so strange. He had just put his ass in her face and made her lick it. What else might he do? The neck strap wasn't uncomfortable, but she couldn't even raise her head to see him fingering her cunt. He could even have another man there doing it. She shivered and then tingled at this naughty thought. Mark undid her bonds. "Today has been one of the new experiences in our bar where our future will be built. One more new experience. For the last week you have been the perfect wife I always dreamed you would be. You are still beautiful and I love you. For twenty years I failed to provide as well as I should and you didn't give me the support I craved. I pledge that I will give you a secure and comfortable future and now I am going to remind you that the past twenty years are gone. Today and the last week are the way of the future." "He took her to a flogging frame. She was fixed by the wrists and ankles with her arms and legs spread wide. There was free access to every part of her body from front and back. Mark took a leather flogger from its holder and showed it to her. "This is the Tickler. I am not sure yet what part it will play in here, but I am going to christen it now by giving you a really good tickling." He dragged the tails of the flogger across her breasts. Mark prowled around her swishing the flogger into his hand. Rose felt a trickle of sweat run down her back. There was a short whistle and a crack as her ass caught fire. Rose yelled. "That's right. Test the sound proofing. We've paid enough for it." He prowled a little more before delivering another one to her ass from the other side. Rose's squeal was not as loud this time. Lining himself up directly in front of her Mark took aim and whipped Rose's right tit. Without any pause he swung the flogger up directly between her legs and then back down on her left breast. The initial scream tailed off into a couple of loud grunts and tearful sobbing. Mark put down the flogger. He ran his hands over his wife's breasts and pussy. He could feel raised flesh where the red stripes marked her body. She felt very hot. He thrust three fingers into Rose's soaking wet cunt. Shaping his fingers and thumb carefully he eased his whole hand in and bit sharply on her nipple. "Aaah!" Rose strained against her bonds as the fist stretched her. "Whip me again please. Then take me down and bugger me." Mark couldn't refuse her. -o0o- They showered, dressed, had a few words with the builders and left. Rose was tingling from the effects of the tickler and the amazing ass fuck. She was also nearly bursting with questions about this room and how it fitted into the future of the bar. They went to a coffee shop where they found a quiet place on the terrace and Mark explained the whole thing about Glorious and Clyde. Rose was open mouthed with shock. "You mean you had a girl as young as Hetty suck your dick! How could you?" "Calm down darling. I had to find out everything and this is going to be the making of us. We will fill our bar every night. Clyde says that a lot of girls pay their way through college. It's just a fact of life. You want the business to succeed as much as I do. My next job is to recruit the right girls." "And I suppose you will be fucking them as well." "Well that's down to you honey. I love you and you are a beautiful woman. On the experience of today and recent changes I won't need to look anywhere else for satisfaction." Rose was subdued. She loved her husband and she had been very excited by their new sex life. He was right too about her wanting the business to be profitable. She was very scared about going bankrupt and losing everything. The court date came quickly. Mark spoke to a lawyer and they discussed the options. If they put in an early guilty plea and Hetty had got a job before taking up full time studying there was a chance of a heavy fine instead of community service which might mess up her work prospects. Rose said that she would discuss it all with Hetty. Mark got on with arrangements for the launch. The final task was to set up the gorgeous staff that made Glorious such a great success. Clyde had been more than helpful. There was no chance of him letting go his star girls, but he explained how he had got it all going through a single contact at the college. There were so many girls needing to pay their way. His team provided a contact number for a girl who was looking for a position. "Hello" "Hello. Errh! Is that Georgia?" "Yeah. Who's asking?" "Umm. Well I was given your name. Told that you might be interested in a special job." "I could do with some cash if that's what you mean." "Of course. Yes. Could you come for an interview?" Mark didn't have good feelings about this, but he fixed a date. The refurbishment work was nearly finished, launch date set and promotional flyers all printed. Mark knew that he should be on top of the world, but he was apprehensive as he went home. Everything depended on the special attractions behind the new bar. Without that working well there was no chance of paying off the loan and his promise to Rose would be broken. Also they would be on the street. When he got home Mark had a message to ring the lawyer. There had been discussions with the prosecution. They had a deal. Hetty would plead guilty and express contrition in court. She would present herself modestly dressed and make a plea in mitigation stating how she felt pressured on the day, but she took responsibility for her own actions and how she had now worked out future plans with the help of her family. She had work arranged in catering and she would return to studies next year. The prosecution would request a fine rather than a community punishment to allow her to take up her new job and the anticipated penalty was £500. She would be allowed time to pay. It was a lot of money, but a big relief. When he told Rose the situation she said she was concerned about Hetty. Her boyfriend had dumped her with a text message and she seemed very depressed. When she knew about the fine she would be even more unhappy. Rose said that she preferred to break the news to Hetty herself. Mark agreed and left her to do that while he got on with the staff recruitment. He managed to get a couple more names and phone numbers to contact that he would try after he had interviewed Georgia. There were no workmen inside the bar now and it was only an hour before she was due so he bought a couple of newspapers and a sandwich then went on to The Promise. Yes, The Promise, it was that now. He said hello to the two guys outside who had just finished putting up the smart new illuminated sign. It looked really good and he was pleased. "Well done guys. Good job." He went inside and sat down to look through the list of people saying they were looking for work.. After eating his sandwich, noting a couple more contacts and making himself a coffee the door buzzer went and he let Georgia in. "Hi! Come on in. I am Mark and I own The Promise. She was a reasonable looking girl. Bleached blonde and perhaps a bit brassy, but given the nature of the job maybe that was OK. "Yeah. You said on the phone. Strange name for a pub." "Well there's a reason for that. We can go into it in the interview." "Sure." She was chewing gum and there was something about her manner that he didn't feel quite right about. The staff at Glorious gave him the impression that they took pleasure in providing a fantastic service to the clients. He didn't feel that was likely with Georgia. "You understand that this is an adult job and you need to be broad minded." "Well if you're asking if I'll fuck, the answer is yes if the money's right." "Hmm, well not exactly, but you're on the right wavelength. I think we had better get on with the interview. Follow me please." When Mark switched on the lights and closed the door Georgia let out a low whistle. "What the fuck is this place?" "If you have the job this will be your workplace. There is no uniform. In fact you don't have clothes at all so would you please take them off now so that we can get on with the interview." "Well just a minute. I'm up for some sex, like I said, but there needs to be some cash up front." "You'll be paid for the job obviously, but I need to find out if you are suitable first. You don't get paid for an interview." "Oh yeah. Well this interview is over." Georgia made for the door. Wearily Mark opened it and she strutted out. As she swung her ass down the road she got a couple of wolf whistles from the workmen. He sighed and started out for home. Mark was beginning to realise that this re-launch was going to be harder than he had hoped. In the euphoria of his experience at Glorious and with his newly sexy wife he had not taken proper account of how special Clyde was. He was one of those men who just seemed to exude authority. He had a kind of natural charisma and Mark knew that was something he didn't have. Mark despondently put his key in the door and entered his home with a heavy heart. He didn't know what he was going to say to Rose. After staking everything on this venture he wasn't sure that he could make it work. He was almost bowled over by his grinning wife throwing her arms round him and kissing him passionately. At first this made him feel even worse, but Rose was insistent that it was time to be happy. She sat him down, brought him a drink and told him about the long talk that she had with Hetty. Their daughter was depressed. She was missing her friends and upset that she had lost her boyfriend. As they started to open up about their lives Hetty confessed that she had not been pressed into offering blowjobs to several guys. She loved sex and she was missing it terribly. Rose told Hetty a lot about the family financial problems and how Mark and she were going through an exciting revival of their marriage so there was good reason to be hopeful about the future. The outcome was that Rose had told Hetty everything about The Promise and the two women agreed that they were going to put everything into making the place a success. She asked Mark if he would take them so that Hetty could see for herself. She wanted to know everything and be fully involved. "But I can't Rose. I couldn't possibly show our daughter that room and what will happen in there." "You don't understand Mark. Our talk was very open. I have learned a lot in the last few days and it was a bit late in life to have that lesson. Today I have found out that Hetty is a very sexual woman. Nothing we could do or say will change that and we must grab this moment when she really wants to do everything to help get things right for us. She is in the shower now. As soon as you have had something to eat we should go." "Phew!" Mark had nothing to say. When Hetty emerged from her room Mark looked at her in a way he had never done before. She was beautiful. He had always known she was a pretty girl, but he had never looked at her as a woman before. She was his little girl, but now everything had changed. He picked up the car keys and said "OK, lets go." The two women followed him out. Mark's heart was pumping when he unlocked the bar door. He had no idea how he would deal with this. He Gestured to the new bar and started to explain its décor when Rose said "yes it's wonderful." She took Hetty's arm and took her to the most important door in the place. Mark felt himself flushing and hung back while his wife was opening the door and saying "Take off your clothes. Women only enter this room naked." Rose had already unzipped her dress and was slipping it off. Hetty followed her mother without hesitation. Mark was still in a state of confusion as he closed the door. His gaze was fixed on his daughter's breasts. Then he scanned downward where to his astonishment he saw the cleft of a perfectly hairless cunt. He couldn't help gasping. "Lovely isn't she? Aren't you proud of your gorgeous daughter?" It was Hetty's turn to blush. She avoided looking at her father. "Proud and overwhelmed. I can't believe..." His voice trailed away, but his stare completed the question. "Yes I shaved her this afternoon after our talk. Doesn't a young, bald pussy look lovely? And none is as beautiful as our Hetty's." Desperate to break the tension of the moment Hetty walked across to the pillory. She felt the posts, rattled the chain and then knelt on the cushion. "It is just as I imagined when you described it Mummy. Fix me in it please and show me how to do the job." Mark's dick was nearly bursting his trousers. Rose strapped her wrists in place and secured the collar then looked at Mark "It is time for you to interview her. Hetty wants to be your star employee." Mark never moved. His wife went to him, undid his trousers and pulled his lower clothing down to his ankles. The Landlord's Daughter Ch. 02 To fully appreciate this story you need to read chapter 1 first, but if you don't it doesn't matter too much. This story is in BDSM because it is about male domination and female submission, but there is a lot more to it than that so please look at the tags. Thank you. I hope you enjoy it. -o0o- Still speechless, Mark was led across to Hetty by his wife. "Please fuck my mouth Daddy" The shock of the situation caused Mark's dick to soften. Rose took it in her hand and fed it into Hetty's waiting mouth. She got to work immediately with her expert tongue and sucked the growing cockhead in. Before he knew what was happening Mark had his hand on the back of her head and built up a steady rhythm. Hetty slurped and drooled enthusiastically on the prick which was now a stiff as a ramrod again. Mark stopped his rhythm and pressed into Hetty's young throat. To his surprise she took it without gagging. He placed one hand on the front of her throat and felt his prick inside it. "Good isn't she." Said Rose. "Hetty told me how popular she used to be for her blow jobs, but the guys have all pissed off since the incident in the car park. They are scared of being associated with her and word getting back to their families and girlfriends." Rose dropped to her knees behind Mark and started rimming him. It didn't take long before that tipped him over the edge He looked down at his daughter's pretty face, grasped her head with both hands and shot a massive load into her mouth. Hetty opened her eyes wide, looking up to her Dad. She gulped a couple of times to swallow the creamy goo before running her tongue around the shrinking dick to clean it. "Thank you Daddy." "Oh God. I don't know what to say. That was fucking amazing, but this isn't right is it?" Before Hetty could answer Rose chipped in. "Your daughter loves you just as I do. When I told her about this place she said how much she felt that she owed you and she couldn't wait to make a contribution. In fact the main contribution." "Daddy, what Mum says is true, but much more than that. I have fantasised about having you for years. My love is bigger than just a daughter." She blushed and cast her eyes down, but carried on. "Do you remember when I was fifteen. You caught me with make up I stole from the local shop. You made me bend over a chair in the kitchen and you spanked my bottom with your hand. When I thought you were going to stop I was about to get up feeling very cocky. You put me back, took out a cane, pulled my knickers down and gave me six hard strokes. I cried a lot, but I have never stolen again and ....errh..... when I pulled up my panties and slunk away I saw a big bulge in your trousers. Ever since then I have dreamed of having that prick inside me. I masturbate to images in my mind of you fucking me in every way imaginable. Now I have tasted you and it was even better than I imagined." She flushed even redder. "Jeeeeessus." Mark sank into an armchair in mute amazement. Rose released Hetty from the pillory then went over to Mark and kissed him. "We are both going to be your staff here. We promise to leave all our customers happy and determined to come back. Now, do you remember that you said you were going to give the builders a couple of hundred quid as a bonus for the great job they have done?" "Err well yes, but what..." "I know you haven't told them yet, so don't give them the money. Just go and tell them now that they can finish work for today. You have got a special treat for them in here." She grinned and winked. "You really want to do that?" "We sure do." Said Hetty. Finally Mark laughed. He left the room and called over the foreman. "Bill. The job's almost done. You can finish it off tomorrow and get your final payment. You can tell the lads to finish for today. I've got something very special for you in the entertainment room." "What do you mean? There's another two hours to do today." "You can all have that off. You will still be able to finish tomorrow. There's something better you can do with those two hours." "I hope you're right. Hey lads, you're finished for today. Come over here the boss wants to talk to you." Bill and his four workmen gathered round. "Remember you guys asking me what I was going to do with the weird gear in this room?" Mark pointed at the door. "Yeah mate. You wouldn't tell us. Torture chamber I reckoned." Mark chuckled. "Pleasure chamber really. Now it's yours to try out." There were a few whistles and grins. "Go in lads. Grab yourself a shower and enjoy what's on offer." Mark opened the door. The five men walked in to the smiling faces of Rose and Hetty standing naked either side of the door waving them in and welcoming them. "You built us an excellent shower guys so would you like to hang your clothes on the pegs and get freshened up. Then we can move on to business." The men wasted no time stripping off as the women took their clothes and hung them up. The shower was large, without doors. Hetty turned it on and started rubbing shower gel over the first guy to come forward. Soon both women were lathering all the men as they crowded in, circling around to get the spray and the sensual touch. All five had strong erections very quickly. They rinsed off the gel and walked out. Rose threw them large, soft towels. As soon as she was dried off, Mark secured Hetty in the pillory again. "Bill. Being in charge of works I think you get first place. Hetty wants to taste your cock." "Fuck me Mark. She's not much older than my granddaughter. Are you sure this is legal?" "Very sure. Hetty is a willing lady with a mind of her own and old enough to make it up for herself. She wants your prick Bill. Don't disappoint her." He didn't need anymore invitation. Hetty's lovely warm lips sucked him in and he groaned with pleasure. Rose was on her knees with four men round her. She was wanking two cocks while a third filled her mouth. Every few moments she turned to take a different prick to lavish her attention on. The little group was close to the rimming bench so Mark took the opportunity to tell the guys how it worked and when customers got to use it. When he had finished talking Rose stood up. "Now you know what it is for I guess you need to try it out don't you?" She laid down and Mark secured her. "Richard, I think you have the hairiest ass, you should be the first to test this equipment." Everybody laughed including Bill who had just emptied his load into Hetty's willing mouth and was marvelling as she opened wide to show him the good product of his sixty year old dick before she swallowed it. Mark gestured another guy over to Hetty. He looked every inch a builder. Huge calloused hands and a big, eager prick. Hetty tingled at the feeling of the rough, scraping hands on her cheeks. She realised that she had never felt the touch of a manual worker. It thrilled her and spurred her on to suck him with even more enthusiasm than she had before. She felt that those hands could crush her head if he chose, but he was gentle. He cradled her head and allowed her to work on his dick with her mouth and tongue. It was not long before she was fed with a further spurt of hot cum. She looked up and opened her mouth to display it as she had done before. A broadly smiling face looked down at her and she swallowed. He tilted her head a little further upwards, bent down and kissed her on the lips. Hetty responded and then felt his tongue enter her mouth where it glided over her own cum coated tongue. She could feel her cunt juices trickling down her thigh. Courtney took his turn and gave Hetty her first black cock. Today was full of so many new experiences. She was going to love this job. Across by the rimming bench Bill stood by Mark. He led Mark aside a bit and said quietly in his ear "that's your missus licking ass isn't it? I remember seeing you showing her how it was coming on a few days ago." "Yes it is. I'm very proud of her." "Ha. Well I suppose you should be in a strange sort of way. But tell me this. That girl who's sucking cocks looks a lot like her mother doesn't she?" "Well yes, you're right. That is my daughter. Isn't she amazing?" "Too fucking right she is, but how could you make her do this?" "Make her! I couldn't stop her. She and her mother insisted and it was my wife's suggestion to give you guys a special session as a bonus for your good work." "Fuck me. You've got some family mate. If it's OK with you and them who am I to complain. So do I get to have the bosses tongue up my ass?" "Definitely Bill, but I am the boss not her and that's the way she wants it." The buzzer rang just then and Mark showed Bill to his position sitting over Rose's face. Mark took the three unoccupied builders across to the whipping frame and explained how it was used. He pointed out the flogger, a riding crop and a collection of paddles and canes which he had hanging on the wall. "We haven't decided yet who will get to give a girl a whipping here. It will be customers who are spending well in the bar, but we don't know how we will choose them or how often it will be used. It can't be too often so it will be a special piece of gear. Take a look at Rose. She still has fading marks on her ass, tits and pussy from when I tried it out on her." The guys whistled and murmered as they took in this information. They all drifted back to the rimming bench where they peered closely at Rose's tits while she continued licking their foreman's ass. When the buzzer went for the end of Bill's rimming session there was groaning from the pillory. Courtney pumped shot after shot of thick, white cum into Hetty's mouth. Mark decided it was time for everybody to have a break. While he was releasing the women from their equipment the men sat themelves down. "Is it OK to smoke in here?" Said Bill. "Of course. This is the pleasure palace. You relax and enjoy yourself while you are here." Mark collected ashtrays from the bar and distributed them. "Pleasure Palace. Yeah, that's the name for it. We will make you a door sign tomorrow." Bill chuckled as he lit up. A couple of the guys went over for a piss where they were joined by Hetty. When they were finished she sat down to pee and they hung around to watch. Rose went and got everybody a drink. After a chat among themselves Bill said "we know how you should pick somebody for the the whipping frame." "Really. Go on then tell us." "Well, Our company runs a weekly lottery. It uses the bonus ball from the national Lotto which has numbers from 1 to 49. We have less than 49 people so sometimes nobody wins and we have a rollover week. The winner gets fifty quid or a hundred if it's a rollover." "How would that work for us?" "Well, you could give a number to everybody who spends a certain amount in a week and then on Saturday night the holder of the Lotto bonus ball number wins the chance to give one of your girls a flogging. Let's say they could give her three strokes on the ass for every 25 quid they've spent. If they prefer they could give her two strokes on the tits or one on her pussy instead." "Great idea Bill. I am going to have to think about that and discuss it with Rose and Hetty." "Hang on a minute." Said Courtney. "My girlfriend likes me to spank her real hard and she is a hell of an exhibitionist. Our flat is above a shop next to a busy road. Only the other day she was parading around naked in front of the window. When I told her to pack it in she ignored me until I took hold of her and gave her ass a good whacking with her slipper. She cried, but she was so wet and loving after. She loved it. She's the girl for that whipping frame." "Wow, brilliant. This gets better all the time. We are going to get this set up. Anyway guys, let's get on. You haven't finished with Rose and Hetty yet and I don't want to be responsible for you being home late." They all laughed. The women had a quick discussion. Hetty said she had never had her tongue up a man's ass. She thought she should learn how to do it, but Rose said that for today she should stick to what she was good at and carry on cock sucking. There were still a couple of guys who were dying to get their dick in her pretty young mouth. She could learn some rimming skills on Daddy when Rose would guide her. Mark heard the last part of the conversation. He was quick to put Hetty back in the pillory ready for her next builder. Rose laid on her rimming bench and Bill went to fix her in position. It was Courtney's turn for Rose to give a tongue fucking. Like her daughter she had never had a black man and it really turned her on. As he lowered himself she admired his big dick. While she probed his sphincter, Rose pictured that prick thrusting in and out of Hetty's mouth and pumping cum into her. She wanted that cock herself. When she imagined Courtney spanking his girlfriend she got even more excited. Rose wanted to be disciplined by him. Before she knew what was happening Rose was pushing her tongue right into Courtney's ass and she shuddered with a massive orgasm as she did it. The buzzer went and he reluctantly stood up." "Fucking hell Mark. You have got some woman there. Thank you Rose that was amazing." Rose murmured thank you back. She was lost in her dreams. Hetty swallowed the final two cum loads with enthusiasm. Cock sucking really was her passion and she had so missed it since her arrest. Much more than that though, the new eperience of being restrained while she sucked cock and feeling strong, experienced and mature men in her mouth was a thrill way beyond anything she had felt before. She had grown out of lusting after schoolboys now. She wanted real men. When the buzzer announced the end of Rose's last rimming, Mark finshed removing Hetty from the pillory, hugged her and gave her a big kiss which was very different from any kisses he had ever given her before. Hetty's hand went to her clit and her thoughts were all about what her mother had said. In her mind she already had her tongue in her Daddy's ass. A few seconds later her knees buckled with the orgasm coursing through her body. Mark dragged himself away to release his wife and kiss her even more passionately. The tongue that he sucked into his mouth had been in the asses of five builders and yet it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Everybody dressed and they parted with many kisses, cuddles and fond wishes for the future. The lads rushed home with their heads full of how they would finish the work tomorrow and go on to drink in the bar on its opening night. Mark took the girls home and dashed immediately into the shower. He had never washed his ass so thoroughly in his life. He could still not take in what his wife had said, but sure as hell he saw his daughter in a different way now and if there was any chance of having that gorgeous tongue rimming him he was going to take it. He was a bit disappointed when he came out of the shower to find the women in the kitchen preparing an evening meal. It was a long time since he had eaten, but his mind was really not on food. Thinking about what the girls had done today he didn't want to push things too far so he went to the bedroom and got dressed. Mark poured himself a gin and tonic and sat in his favourite armchair. He put on the television, but he was completely unaware of the programme. All he could think about was his newly discovered daughter. In her belly was his cum mixed with the cum of five builders. She had done an amazing job of sucking his cock and he could not help re-living the experience again and again in his mind. Rose called out that dinner was served. Mark's first thought as he got up was whether Hetty could really be hungry after what she had eaten already. Over their meal, the conversation was animated about the prospects for the new bar. Rose was especially interested in whether Courtney would persuade his girlfriend to take part in their proceedings and what she might be like. They speculated on a pretty, black lady with a lush, round ass that wuld be ripe for the flogger. Mark said that Courtney told him he gave her a regular caning and that she could take twenty five strokes. He had only ever beaten her ass, but after seeing Rose's tits marked with the flogger he was thinking of trying that. After dinner they all relaxed with a couple of drinks before Rose said that she and Hetty were going to have a shower. They were thinking of an early night. "Great idea." Said Mark giving Rose a peck on the cheek. "It's been an amazing day and tomorrow is going to be a big one. I'll see you in the bedroom Darling" "We will see you in the bedroom." Said Rose as they left. A shiver of anticipation shot through Mark. So they hadn't had enough for the day. They were both coming to him. Going to the bedroom, Mark's thoughts returned to the prospect of his daughter putting her tongue in his ass. Before he could get all his clothes off his prick was rock hard. He laid on his back, closed his eyes and allowed his fantasies to run. The two women in his life were pleasuring him in every imaginable way. He was shocked back to reality by the sensation of a warm mouth closing over his rigid cock. There was no doubting the difference between dreams and reality and he recognised that mouth. He opened his eyes to find Rose's face above him. She kissed him deeply as he felt his dick going deep into his daughter's throat. "Turn over Darling." Said Rose. She was folding the duvet into a large cushion which she placed under Mark's stomach. Rose spread his ass cheeks and flipped her moist tongue across his asshole. "Start with that sweetie." Mark could feel the gentle, warm breath of both women close to his freshly wet ass. The first lick was followed by delicious lapping from Hetty's tongue. "That's right Het. Now run your tongue round and round the sphincter where all the sensitive nerve ends are. That's nice isn't it Daddy?" Mark groaned his agreement. "While you are licking, cradle his balls in your hand. From time to time run your tongue down to the perineum and then slip one or both balls in your mouth." When Hetty followed the guidance by sucking one of Mark's balls into heer mouth Rose formed her tongue into a stiff point and probed Mark's asshole. "Watch me Baby. This is a tongue fuck. You may not be ready for it yet, butDaddy wil love it." Rose's head bobbed up and down with her rigid tongue entering and leaving the increasingly relaxed sphincter. "Oh yes! Oh god. Fucking hell. That's so good." Hetty returned to ball sucking whille her mother tongue fucked her man until Rose stopped and leant over to the bedside cabinet. She took out a tube of lube. "Fuck me please Darling." Hetty drew back. Wow! She was going to see her parents fucking and she was part of it. This was unreal. Mark rolled onto his back and took the lube. She obviously didn't just want a fucking. She didn't need lube for that. His thoughts were confirmed when Rose placed herself face down over the folded duvet with her ass high. Mark lubed his dick while Hetty watched closely. He handed her the tube and spread Rose's ass. "Put a little of this in Mummy's ass baby. It will be more comfortable for her." Hetty leapt to her task, spreading lube on her fingers then smearing her entrance before gently probing her with two slippery fingers. Mark positioned himself and pressed his engorged prick into his wife's willing ass. Hetty knew what she should do. As he built up a gentle rhythm, she got behind. After a few licks around his asshole she pointed her tongue and pressed it in. They synchronised perfectly. As Mark drew back from Rose's Ass Hetty's tongue penetrated his asshole. When Mark's speed increased, Hetty kept pace and managed to get her tongue ever further in. Mark moved his hand round to Rose's clit, working it while he buggered her. Within a few minutes Mark was loudly shooting a load into Rose's ass and she screamed a massive climax at the same moment. The Landlord's Daughter Ch. 02 The three of them collapsed, exhausted onto the bed. After a short period of deep breathing, Rose moved down to suck her husband's prick clean. Hetty was surprised that she would suck it after it had been in her ass, but she was beyond being shocked. She moved in and sucked her father's balls. Mark's prick was too sensitive to take any more and he felt that he had been getting a bit too much attention from his ladies. He eased their heads away from his groin and turned to savour Hetty's lovely, young pussy. He licked her clit then slipped his tongue deep into her cunt. Hetty moaned as he worked his tongue on her. It was her Dad who was tonguing her cunt. She had dreamed of things like this for years. Just then she felt another tongue in her ass. Fucking hell, her Mum was rimming her. Hetty was overcome. An orgasm coursed through her body. They drifted off to sleep together. Mark's last thought was that as soon as The Promise made some money he was going to buy a super king size bed. The Landlord's Daughter Ch. 03 This is Chapter 3 of the Landlord's Daughter series. Please read 1 and 2 to get the background. Please also look at the tags. If you don't like these practices it may be better not to read. Thanks for your interest. Your comments are welcome. o0-0o Mark wandered proudly around his new bar and the delights it was ready to offer to paying customers. It had been finished to perfection by Bill and his lads. They had now been paid and all were at home getting ready to come back for the evening. Mark's phone had been ringing all day. He had put a lot of effort and the last of his cash into advertising the bar on the Internet and all around the locality. His careful phrasing of innuendo laden text offering a bar with luxuriant relaxation for gentlemen and service from beautiful female staff had brought many enquiries from men wanting to know exactly what they might expect to enjoy. Mark had been tempting, but a little evasive in his replies. Customers would have to build up a little trust before discovering the full extent of The Promise. It was Friday. That should be a busy evening for the bar, but there would be no Lotto draw tonight and Rose and Hetty would be doing nothing more than serving drinks. Cash in the bank was what it was all about. The bigger treats on offer would come later. Mark was nervous as he reflected on the possibilities for his new business. When he thought about how successful Clyde's restaurant was he was sure he could do just as well. He would need more than his wife and daughter though. Before Courtney left they had a long chat. Courtney said he had mentioned to his girlfriend the real nature of the place he was working at. She was excited by his description and readily agreed when he said he would show it to her, but he hadn't gone so far as to suggest she should get involved herself. He certainly hadn't told her what he and the others had done with Rose and Hetty. Courtney said he would bring Noleen round an hour before opening time and they were due any minute. Mark opened the back door of the Pleasure Palace and walked into the car park. To his astonishment he saw Courtney getting out of his car accompanied by a beautiful white woman with loose, red hair half way down her back. They had never discussed what Noleen was like. Mark had just assumed she was black. He admonished himself for being so stupid. There was absolutely no reason to think such a thing. "Hi Mark. This is Noleen. She has been looking forward to meeting you." "Hello Mark. Good to meet you." The soft Dublin accent seemed to fit her perfectly. "Wow! Noleen. The pleasure is all mine. Congratulations Courtney. You have a very beautiful lady." Noleen smiled in acceptance of the compliment. She was obviously accustomed to admiring attention. "Please come in." As soon as they entered the room, Noleen's posture changed. Instead of the self assured, beautiful woman who had emerged from the car, her eyes were cast down and she walked a little behind Courtney while she cautiously scanned the contents of the room. "Take your clothes off and hang them up. Remember I told you that women are always naked in here." Immediately the order was given Noleen responded. "I have told her a bit more about this place." Courtney explained. "She could hardly wait to get here." Mark struggled to concentrate as a luxuriant auburn bush emerged from the tiny panties she was sliding down. "Well she is not quite as naked as we require." Joked Mark. The two men chatted about whether Noleen's pubes must go or not while she stored her clothes carefully and presented herself for Mark's inspection. Courtney put his hand on her pussy. "Feel that Mark. Soaking wet just because she is showing herself off to you." Noleen put her feet apart and stood in front of Mark. He slipped two fingers inside her. She sighed deeply. "Thank you Sir!" This time her voice was quite different. The lilting Irish accent was still there, but she was far quieter. Quite obviously submissive. "I've explained the Lotto game to Noleen and she wants to try it. We've discussed it and she is really excited." Courtney took the flogger down from its hook and showed it to Noleen. "Not as hard as my cane, but it will sting a bit." "There's something else Mark. Noleen has always wanted to show off her body to men, but when we talked about this she confessed that she wants to go further than that. She wants to fuck in front of an audience. I had never imagined anything like that, but now she has suggested it I am getting a real buzz. You have that small stage in the corner. I don't know if you have plans for it, but do you think that me and Noleen might be able to do a sex show?" "Christ Courtney. If you want to do that I'm bloody sure as hell not going to stop you. Let's think about how we will do it. First of all can we see how your lovely lady looks in the whipping frame?" The men collected the leather and velcro cuffs. Noleen offered her wrists to Mark while Courtney knelt and attached her ankle cuffs. A few moments later she was restrained with her arms and legs at full extension. Courtney ran his hands over her body with the pride of ownership and gestured to Mark to do the same. Leaving her in place they wandered over to the stage and chatted about the possibilities. Mark had seen Courtney's cock pumping in and out of Hetty's mouth. It was big and very black. His mind was now full of every cliché of inter-racial sex. It was the classic ebony and ivory image. Before seeing Courtney being serviced by the women he had never considered colour to mean anything sexually, but now the images of a shiny black body fucking the pale skinned redhead were really getting his imagination going. He was sure it would be a great crowd pleaser for the customers. They walked around the small stage discussing possibilities. What they would do, for how long and what furniture they might need. Finally Mark looked at his watch. "Oh my! We open in twenty minutes. I must get in the bar and see if the girls have arrived and started setting things up." As they walked past Noleen on their way to the bar she said. "I need a pee. Please let me down." "No." Replied Courtney. "You go when I let you." With that he truned back to follow Mark into the bar. Rose and Hetty were cheerily polishing glasses and wiping down tables. They were ready to go. "Hi Honey. We wondered where you were. Hello Courtney. Say you guys, have you seen outside the front door?" "No" "Take a look out the window." Mark gasped as he peered through the blinds. There was a queue of men waiting for the door to open. There must have been at least twenty. "There were already about a dozen there when we arrived half an hour ago." Said Rose. "Jeeeeeeez. The advertising worked." "We've put the word around at work," Said Courtney. "I didn't think you had that many workers in your firm." "No we don't, but think about it Mark. We meet plumbers, electricians, delivery drivers, decorators and dozens of others all the time. When we hear about a good thing we share." Courtney chuckled. "You know I met Noleen at work." "She's no builder." "No she's a freelance lawyer. She does all our contract stuff and some conveyancing when we buy and sell properties. She was married to one of our directors, but they divorced and he's gone abroad now. I just happened to bump into her at the right time and wonderful things happened." He grinned. "Fuck. We left her strung up in the whipping frame and she said she needed a pee. We had better get back and let her down." "No, steady on." Said Courtney. "It's good to keep a bit of control. If she pees on the floor she will have to clean it up and she will have to have some punishment for the misbehaviour." Mark smiled when he realised Courtney's intentions although he wasn't sure. He didn't want to alienate Noleen. "The lawyers I know are not submissive types." "No. It's just a sexual thing. She's a really strong woman when she is working. Two completely different people." "Oh Right." Said Mark. He was starting to think about this when Rose said. "I'm going to open the doors. We are right on time and I don't think those guys want to wait any longer." "Oh! Of course." Mark rushed to the door, unlocked it and welcomed the customers who were now crowding around the entrance. Within moments the girls were working at full speed serving drinks. Mark went round the tables introducing himself and thanking people for coming. At a couple of the tables there were mates of Courtney's who had worked on the building. They were excitedly telling their friends about the Pleasure Palace and saying what the bar staff had done for them in there. Courtney heard some of this chat. "Hey Mark. I've got an idea." They had a quiet discussion. "OK. If you really think so. It's good with me." "Yes. Go on." Said Courtney. Mark quietly spoke to a couple of tables where the first customers were seated. Ten men picked up their drinks and followed Mark and Courtney. There were gasps and whistles when they saw Noleen spreadeagled in the whipping frame. She was squirming. At first she asumed it was just Courtney coming back for her. She was about to say how badly she wanted to pee when she saw what an audience she had. Her jaw dropped open. The men crowded round while Courtney invited them to have a good look and touch her if they wanted. Within seonds Noleen's breasts were being kneaded, fingers probed her pussy and there was even a finger in her ass. For a moment her bladder stopped calling to her. Her head was filled with the disturbing, but amazing sensations of this invasion of hands. Her squirming turned into a different writhing and she moaned quietly. "OK gentlemen. You have now introduced yourselves to our lovely friend who will entertain you on the stage if you are fortunate enough to be selected to attend a show. You will see how she performs with my friend and her lover." Mark pointed to Courtney who now stood beside Noleen with the flogger in his hand. The customers had all dropped back since Mark started speaking and now all eyes were fixed on the couple. "My lady will love you to watch her pleasing me and doing my bidding." With that Courtney swatted Noleen on the belly with the flogger. It was not a very hard stroke, but it was enough to leave red marks. She winced at this severe reminder of her pressing need to empty her bladder. Mark led the men back to the bar. He returned very soon with another ten customers and repeated the performance. This time when Courtney flogged her belly, she let out a squeal and let go a little squirt of pee. He told Courtney that there were exactly thirty customers in now so he would bring a third group and then Noleen could come down. "OK maybe. We will see." Courtney now had a very mischievous look on his face. "Please get me a bowl or a big jug from the kitchen when you bring in the next group." The final group of men came in and the routine was run through for the third time. When he came to the last part Courtney said: "Look gentlemen. She's been a bad girl and made a little puddle on the lovely new floor. We don't want any more of that. Would one of you be kind enough to hold this jug between her legs..." Before he could say any more a short, tubby man shot forward and took the jug from him. Courtney positioned him how he wanted and said. "OK guys. You see the pretty, rosy complexion of her belly. That is because I tickled it a bit with this flogger when we were showing the others around. She can have her last one now and the jug is there in case we have any more accidents. This time it will be a little bit harder stroke because she was naughty making Mark's floor wet." He drew back his arm and gave Noleen a hard stroke across the lower part of her stomach. Despite her best efforts and knowing what was coming she squealed and another spurt of urine escaped. "Please, please let me go to the bathroom. I can't hold it any more." "OK then let it go." "Wh...what! Here? I..I..can't." "Course you can." The men all craned forward. "Let it go now or shall I flog you until it comes?" She couldn't last any longer. Before Courtney could carry out his threat Noleen began pissing. A powerful jet splashed into the jug. All control was gone. She continued peeing until the two litre jug was weighed down with hot yellow liquid. She could feel the breath of the faces closest to her groin. She looked down and shuddered. She didn't know if it was embarrassment, fear or excitement. It was strange, but she thought she liked it. Courtney took Noleen out of the frame and massaged her shoulders. They kissed deeply and passionately. Nothing was said betweeen them. While Noleen sat in a comfortable armchair Courtney went to the bar to get them drinks. The place was heaving. There must have been at least fifty men in there and less than a handful of women. Without enough room for everyone to sit down there was a crowd around the bar. Mark had joined the girls serving drinks to help them keep up. The atmosphere in the bar was electric. Most had seen Noleen and the Pleasure Palace and they were enthusiastically telling others about it. As Courtney worked his way through to the bar he relished the comments he was hearing about his girlfriend. When he finally reached the bar Mark served his drinks and told him that he had ordered a couple of agency staff who should arrive soon. Courtney made his way out and relaxed with Noleen while they waited for Mark to be relieved and come to join them. "Phew. I'm knackered and my girls must be tired out as well. Thank you so much Noleen. You are just amazing. I don't know what we are going to do with those guys though. They are about to explode with anticipation." He laughed. There was so much relief that money was finally coming in, but he was a bit serious that they had wound up a massive amount of sexual tension and he wasn't sure what to do about it. The two agency barmaids were glad to have an evenings work, but they were having a harder time than they expected. It was OK behind the bar, but every time they went out to collect glasses and mop tables they were groped or propositioned. After two hours, the younger of the agency barmaids was furious. She told her colleague that although she needed the money she couldn't take any more and she was going. "Oh really. They are a bit naughty I know, but I quite like it actually. I haven't had this much attention in years." "No it's disgusting. I'm going." The girl stormed over to Rose and ran out after Rose tried to soothe her feelings. "Hey Carole. Are you OK?" "Sure, I'm fine Rose. She's young and I know what she means, but I'm not bothered." In fact Carole had already agreed to go to one man's hotel room when she finished work. She was looking forward to having a well paid night and some more fun than she was used to. Mark and Courtney shifted a screen from the shower area to the stage and opened it out to one side. They move a couple of armchairs onto the stage. One behind the screen and the other on show. It was getting close to midnight when they were going to close. People were drifting away from the bar although there were more than twenty still in. Mark went back into the bar and called for quiet. "Thank you everybody for joining us on our opening night. We hope you have enjoyed yourselves and will become regulars of The Promise. Tomorrow is Lotto night when we have something very special in store for you so please join us again then, but now we have a little show for you to say thank you for joining us tonight. Will you please drink up and join me in the Pleasure Palace." Everything had been silent while Mark was speaking. As soon as he stopped there was a loud whir of conversation and the sound of glasses being emptied. The bar was deserted in moments. Behind the screen, Courtney and Noleen were naked. She was sucking his dick and getting him stiff for the show. Mark jumped onto the stage. "You have already met our gorgeous couple earlier this evening and now you can see how beautiful they are together." A glistening Courtney walked out from behind the screen as Mark jumped down. There were a few gasps of admiration. Carole gripped the arm of the man who had booked her for later. Courtney backoned Noleen out from behind the screen. She peered teasingly around the edge then smiled and emerged to a ripple of applause. The guys recalled how they had touched her and watched her pee. Courtney pointed to a man right at the edge of the stage. "Show him your pussy." Noleen approached the man. It was the same short, tubby chap who had held the jug when she peed. She opened her legs and spread her labia wide. She was only an inch or two away from him. He stared silently. Courntey pointed again. This time it was a man who could have been in his seventies. "Show him your ass." Noleen crawled towards her target. She knelt low, put her hands behind her and spread her ass cheeks. The elderly man leant forward, hesitated a second and then ran his tongue up from her cunt to her asshole. There were whoops and cheers from the crowd. "Thank you mam" he said and gave a gracious little bow. "Come here." Courtney's cock had softened a little. He sat in the armchair. Noleen crawled across to him and took his prick in her mouth. He was quickly rock hard again. Taking Noleen by the hair he pulled her face away from him and stood up. He moved close to the edge of the stage dragging her with him. Probing her mouth again he looked to the audience and said "time for a throat fuck. Eh!" There were many calls of approval. Courtney thrust his full length into Noleens throat. She took it without problem despite the size. Audience members craned forward to see the stretching of her throat when her nose was pressed into Courtney's pubic bone. He withdrew a little then started a rhythm fucking her face deep and only drawing back enough to keep her breathing. After a few minutes he turned her onto her back and pressed his dick into her sopping pussy. "Wow she is wet. You guys have sure got my lady excited tonight. Pass me some lube please Mark. I fancy something tighter." After a short bout of hard fucking Mark handed ove the lube tube. Courtney told Noleen to lie face down over the arm of the chair. He slicked the flavoured lube over his already wet prick, grabbed her buttocks and parted them. Despite his large size, Courtney was fully in her ass with two or three strokes. Noleen was groaning and writhing. "Hey Mark, she needs something to quieten her down. Could you come and fill her mouth for her?" He didn't need any more encouragement. Mark jumped back onto the stage undoing his flies as he went. He was half hard as he took out his cock, but he had been fantasising about Noleen from the moment he saw her. Now that he was in her luscious warm mouth he went rigid in an instant. She was not only beautiful, she was an expert fellatrice. He was not going to last long. Courtney worked up a fast pace with his ass fucking and it was clear he was getting close too. Just as Mark reached the brink Noleen convulsed in an orgasm of her own. That was enough, Mark started shooting a copious load into her mouth. As soon as he had finished Courtney withdrew from her ass and came round to finish in her mouth. The moment she had gulped down the last of the cum Courtney raised her to her feet. One man held each of her arms and all three gave a bow to the audience who responded with deafening applause. As people left they shook Mark and Courtney's hands. Most gave Noleen a lingering hug and a kiss on her cummy lips. They would all be back.