0 comments/ 30108 views/ 2 favorites Handyman Ch. 02 By: Toolmo I could not believe this was happening to me! I had read stories of such things in Penthouse that my father had thought he had hidden when I was young, but I never expected it to happen to me. I had recently picked up an odd job to install a new mailbox and post for a client I met at work. Everything went fine till I met his wife, and things got crazy from there. It was the next day and I went to complete the job when the client met me in the drive explaining he had to leave on a business trip for several days. He liked my work and said he had more for me to do. He said I could work out the plans with his wife. With that he left in his fancy sports car. I went to the door inside the garage since he left it open and knocked. The garage door closed and she opened the door to the house, stark naked. My jaw hit the floor as she held out her hand to invite me in. My dick grew in my pants and she knew it. She was a very attractive woman, in her early forties, but tone and firm. And I would never forget those tits from the day before when she took me! I was in my early twenties and as they say, young, dumb, and full of cum. No fear, or no sense! But she knew what she wanted and made it happen. I was just in the right place at the right time so to speak. She did not say a word, just guided me by the hand to the room overlooking the pool and sat me on the leather couch. It was mid-day and the sun gleamed through the large glass doors silhouetting her naked body. She dropped to her knees and undid my shorts slowly, working them down, freeing my cock as it sprang up to greet her. Tossing them aside, she ran her hands up my thighs then plunged down on my cock to the balls. She held me in her mouth till I thought she would gag, and then she popped up and gasped for air. I had never seen that before. Then she went down again, this time pumping fast and hard, gripping my balls with her hand. I could not stop. I shot my load into her throat. She took it all, sucking and licking till I felt like my balls would collapse. As I calmed down, she sat up and glared at me while licking the rest from her fingers. As she sat back on the rug, she toyed with her nipples and pussy, looking at me with an evil grin. It was then she asked me, "So do you want to go to work or stay with me?" Oh hell, what was I to do? Hell yes I would love to stay and fuck all day, but I did need the job too. She knew I was in a dilemma and told me to go to work today and take the next two days off. I said yes and then dove on top of her and sucked her till she gushed on my face. I had to go to work so she "helped me" in the shower and I left. I had a difficult time at work keeping my mind on my job. Everyone was asking if I was ok, and I don't think I was to convincing. When I asked for two days off things really got crazy. The boss took me into the office and did the nice thing, asking if everything was ok with me. I assured him all was cool but I needed two days off for personal reasons. He was reluctant but agreed. I called her shortly after I had asked for the time off, and I anxiously gave her the news that I had the next two days off. I tried to keep my voice calm, but I could feel the heat building in my cock just telling her. She told me that she would be waiting for me after work and would follow me to my place. I felt odd with this but agreed. After work I headed for my truck and looked around for her but she was nowhere to be seen. I took my time then headed for my place. When I pulled up I saw a Jaguar sitting in the parking lot down a few spots. I thought that's one hell of a ride. As I got out of the truck I heard a voice, and my dick twitched at her sound. I could not believe she was there waiting on me. She grabbed me and we locked lips and I felt as if she was going to suck the life out of me, but that was yet to come. I invited her in and told her it was not much, but she did not care about that. Even though it was warm out, she had on a rather long coat. I asked if I could take her coat, but she said she was fine, then headed to my bedroom and started to go through my closet and things. I was getting a bit pissed then she turned to me and said, "Why don't you get a shower and we'll be off." I said "off?" puzzled, and she said, "You will see." She had the devilish grin and gleam in her eyes again. The look that could only mean we were heading for something fun, or daring, or both. I slowly striped in front of her till I got to my boxers, then as I rounded the corner of the bathroom, I tossed them at her. What the hell was I doing? I showered quickly not knowing what she was up to. When I got out and dried, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to my room only to find her in my bed naked and drinking wine. At the time I did not think where the wine came from, and did not care. It was then I saw she had discovered my Club International mag and my porn tapes. She was, of course, watching one of my favorites. What had I gotten myself into? I could not help but notice that she had packed a bag for me nearly to the breaking point. Full of what I was all most afraid to ask. But I did know what to do when there was a naked woman my bed, especially if she was watching porn. She looked at me and said, "I like your place." I looked at the bag and asked, "Are we going somewhere?" She said, "Later." I dropped my towel and crawled up the bed till I was between her legs. Looking into her eyes I said, "Enjoy the movie!" Then dove in and started licking. This woman was crazy for sex and I was only more then happy to give it to her. She came twice before I even got in her. As she caught her breath, I was ready to plunge deep into her, but she stopped me, again she had the devilish eyes. My cock was throbbing and she knew it. Why was she toying with me? She got up from the bed and told me to dress, then headed for the bathroom. I just stood there in amazement with my cock throbbing and needing relief. I grabbed some jeans and a shirt and pulled them on and slipped on my Reeboks. As she stepped from the bathroom, she grabbed her coat and slipped it on. It was then I realized she never had anything on underneath. She grabbed my sports bag she had packed and said, "Come on!" She seemed to be in a hurry as we headed out the door. She took me to her car, tossed my bag in, and threw me the keys. "You drive", she ordered. Only her pussy had brought such a grin to my face till now. I jumped in and turned the key. The car had a purr, much like her. I asked, "Where are we going?" All she said was, "Drive." She was definitely in control, and who would I be to fight her? I drove out easily trying to get the feel of the car, but once on the road, I was confident with the cars power. This Jag was great. She told me to find someplace where I could really test the cars power. I knew just the spot away from the city, and was anxious to get there. She said, "Go for it!" I pushed the car to its limits, and was going like hell. It was then I felt her hand on me, working to free my cock. It was all I could do to keep the car on the road as she sucked me. As I neared an intersection I had to slow down and she bit me, so I gassed it through and went on. The faster I went, the faster she sucked. I was sure we were going to get busted or in a wreck. I knew of a long straight road that was not used much and made my way to it. And a good thing I did too. I was ready to burst! I found the road and told her to go for it, then gunned it. Tires lit up and smoke flew. She went down on me fast and hard! I knew the road had some bumps but at that speed they felt like ramps, forcing my cock deep into her throat till I shot such a huge load into her I heard her gag. Sitting up in her seat, she said, "It's time to go home," as she scooped up cum from her chin and licked it off. We drove to her place and parked in the garage. As she stepped from the car she tossed her coat on the hood and walked into the house naked. I grabbed my bag and her coat, then followed her inside. I found her in the kitchen getting glasses and wine. She told me to lose the clothes and join her in the tub. Then she walked out the glass doors leaving them open to the deck. I could hear the sound of bubbles from the Jacuzzi. I looked around and found a stereo system and some good music to play. I stripped my clothes off and walked to the Jacuzzi, but she was not there. It was then I realized the music was piped throughout the yard. I walked to the pool and found her floating on an inflatable raft naked, and what seemed to be out cold. I slid into the pool to check on her. I drifted her to the low end. It was then she woke and struck out at me unaware. I calmed her and helped her up, as the cool air hit her, it was like a slap in the face she came to. But I knew she needed to go to bed. As I helped her up the steps to her room, she still seemed to be in control of herself. We made it to her bed and I sat her down. She took my hand and asked if I would lay with her. I slid in beside her and felt the warmth of her body next to mine. As I snuggled up to her from behind, my dick grew hard. I knew she needed sleep but I could not help but to caress her tits and soft skin. Her body responded to my touch and she moaned softly. I moved slowly and softly along her firm abs, down to her bare lips. I pressed my palm against them and felt her spasm. This excited me and I played on further. I slowly inserted a finger into her slit surprisingly to find it wet and open. I knew I should let her sleep but I could not keep my hands off her. I had my fingers deep in her, and her pussy was so wet I could feel her juices oozing over my hand. I nibbled the back of her neck. She rolled over and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth, and then reached down with one hand gripping my cock. She said, "FUCK ME!" Then pulled me on top of her, guiding my cock to her wet hole. I pushed in with one thrust and let out a gasp as I parted her lips. Then I slowly pulled out and hammered back in, making her scream. I could tell she liked it hard, so I did my best to give it to her hard. I pumped her till I thought she would split. I pushed her legs back over till they touched her shoulders and fucked hard. She reached down and stroked her clit. I was ready to cum and pushed hard into her trapping her hand hard on her clit. When I unleashed my load into her, it set her off. She started to push her hips up driving me deeper while we both orgasmed. As we caught our breath, she took me by surprise and pushed me back on the bed, straddling me sixty-nine and went down on me sucking my cock and our juices from it. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed her dripping puss onto my face and plunged deep into her pussy and sucked her till she came again. And cum she did, I thought I would drown. She gushed all over my face so much; I could not slurp fast enough. I lay there trying to catch my breath and lick up her cum, then she turned to me and started to lick up the sweet cream that I had missed off my face. We cuddled together and she drifted off to sleep rather quickly being content and worn out, as was I. I held her in my arms with her warm body tight against mine till I too drifted off for the night. I woke the next morning a bit groggy and it took a minute to come to. She was nowhere to be seen and I heard no sounds from the house. As I started to pull the covers back, the door to the bedroom opened slowly, and I pulled the covers up again, not knowing what to expect. And did I get a shock! A young redhead walked in and said, "Good morning. Mrs. Hunter had to go out this morning and instructed me to take care of you while she was gone." My mouth fell open and eyes were wide, causing her to smile. She approached the bed and informed me, "Your bath is ready." She had a British accent and my dick grew just hearing her speak. She quickly noticed, and slowly pulled down the covers. Looking me in the eye she said, "Please allow me help you to the bath." Taking me by the hand, she coaxed me to stand and led me totally naked to the bathroom with my cock pointing up at her. She was dressed in a light summer dress that fit loosely over her frame so I could not see her body that well, but what I did see I liked. She must have only been about nineteen or twenty, and had a petite frame. She told me to use the loo and then step into the tub room. She walked to the tub room and closed the door, I did need to piss and it took some time with a hard on to do so, but I managed. Besides it helped reduce my hard on. I felt strange walking into the tub room knowing she was in there, and my thoughts went wild. When I walked in she was waiting, tub steaming with soap and towels ready. She took my hand and helped me into the tub; then kneeling down, she started to bathe me. It took some time but I did relax and let her take control. She talked to me as she sponged me. She told me her name was Heather and of how she had met Mrs. Hunter and came to the States to work for her. Before I knew it, she had washed me from head to toe and I did not even know it. Her voice and tone kept me so occupied I did not even know she was bathing me. When she announced all done, I was surprised as she stood with the large towel to dry me. As she patted me dry, my cock stood up again. I took the towel and told her I had better do this. She smiled and said, "Very well, I will lay out your clothes," then walked out. I could not take much more. What was going on and where was Mrs. Hunter? Was this some kind of test or challenge? I dried and wrapped the towel around myself and walked into the bedroom to find a new set of clothes on the bed of which Heather had laid out for me. I could not find my clothes I had brought so I had not choice but to put on what she had for me. A knit shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, no boxers, socks or shoes. I dressed and headed downstairs to find the sweet aroma of breakfast food. As I made my way to the kitchen, Heather was cooking up some sausage and eggs for me. I thanked her several times and told her she did not need to do that. But she informed me that she did, Mrs. Hunter told her to take care of me while she was gone. It then I asked her where Mrs. Hunter had gone and when she would be back. Heather replied, "Mrs. Hunter would be back around noon," and nothing more. I asked again where she had gone and Heather replied, "Mrs. Hunter did not say." Ok, well what was I to do till then? One thought came to mind and after the bath; well, I would like to try. But in the back of my mind I still wondered. Was Angie (Mrs. Hunter) setting me up or something? Heather laid out a great breakfast for me, more then I have ever had before and I told her I could not eat all that she brought. She told me to eat; I would need my strength for later. I did not know what she meant exactly but had an idea, and we both smiled. After breakfast I thanked Heather and jokingly asked her what were my next instructions? She told me I was to relax and view the telly or movies, or go to the pool. I told her I could not do that and wanted to help her with the clean up from breakfast, and she had no choice, I was helping! She relented and did not say a word. We finished the clean up rather quickly and she said, "I have other duties to do and you are to go relax till Mrs. Hunter returns". I agreed but did not know what I was to do. Before I knew it, Heather had disappeared. I decided to look around the place to find something to do. This place was huge, with all the extras. Large dinning room, home theater room with plush seating, pool room with a bar and dart board, and I don't even know how many bedrooms. I decided to just change and go for a swim. As I made my way back to the main bedroom, I heard a faint noise from down the hall. I slowly walked down the hall to investigate until I came to a closed door. As I stood there all I heard was this buzz, and decided to check it out. I opened the door slowly and looked inside and saw it was a work out room, so I stepped in and followed the sound. As I looked around the corner, I saw Heather on a massage table with her sundress pulled up and her hand was a blur as she pumped her pussy with a vibrator. She did not hear me and I just stood there and watched with my dick growing hard. I took a chance and silently removed my clothes and walked to the head of the table. She was unaware I was there till she opened her eyes and saw my dick inches from her face. She was startled but a large smile grew on her face, then she continued to fuck herself and took my cock in her mouth. It did not take long till she was thrashing on the table and cumming hard since she did have a head start. She then stopped sucking me and pulled the vibrator out of her wet pussy, then licked it clean. This was so hot I knew I wanted her. She dipped her fingers into her wet twat and soaked them, bringing them to my lips to suck clean. She had the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted, and I knew I needed more. I wanted to see her tits and helped to pull her dress the rest of the way off and was glad I did. She did not have large tits but what she had was full firm and nipples that stuck out nicely. I sucked them a bit then moved down to her pussy. Her scent was enough to make you cum, and I wanted to plunge right in, but I wanted to play too. I softly ran my finger along her swollen lips playing in her wetness as she moaned. She was so wet I slid a finger in, then a second, and worked in and out. Then I lowered my head closer and softly blew on her, causing her to shiver with excitement. She was getting into it more and more; her juices were flowing out and down her crack. I took advantage of it and worked a finger into her ass, at the same time I went down on her clit sucking hard. I thought she would come unglued. She started to scream and buck against me till she had a thunderous orgasm. She gripped my head and held it tight to her pussy as she settled down. I slowly pulled out making her moan again. When she looked up she saw my dick hard and twitching, pulling me on top of her. She said, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD AND CUM IN ME!" I plunged in deep and hard till my balls slapped her ass. She pulled her legs up high and I pounded her till I was ready to pop. She loved all of it and urging me on to cum in her. As hot as she had made me, it was not long till I filled her full of my cum, shooting stream after stream deep in her walls till I collapsed on top of her. When I could I slid off her and braced myself on the table as she sat up and quickly dropped to her knees sucking my cock into her mouth. I felt like my knees would buckle while she was licking me clean. As she stood up she told me I should go to the pool and relax. I took her up on that suggestion. Handyman Ch. 02 Previously in 'Handyman' Andy, a student home for his summer holidays, has started work as a handyman for the Hall's, his mother's employers and landlord. However, right from the start, Mrs. Hall has made it quite clear that she wants Andy for far more than his skills as a handyman. She now 'owns' Andy and her 'ownership' is symbolised by the name-tag at the end of the chain attached to a ring around his genitals and, if he fails to follow her capricious demands he is liable to be punished severely. But, much as Andy knows he is only Mrs. Hall's plaything, he also knows that he is completely hooked. The erotic thrills far outweigh other considerations and, whenever Mrs. Hall clicks her finely manicured fingers, he'll come running. But how far down this road does Mrs. Hall want to take him and how far is Andy prepared to follow. Now read on The pattern had now been set for the next few days. Every morning, without fail, I would ensure that Flashdance was saddled and ready for Mrs. Hall by nine o'clock Of course, her response to this would vary as to her mood. Some mornings, even though I knew everything was perfect, she would find 'serious' problems and I would suffer the consequences. On other occasions she was far more mellow and, if I were lucky, she would spend some time rubbing my prick with the sole of her foot, sometimes booted, sometimes not. On one notable occasion, when the weather was on the chilly side, I decided to wear jeans rather than shorts. I should have anticipated how this would go down. Not only were my jeans consigned to the compost heap but, as a penalty, I spent the day with the butt plug dangling from the end of the chain. Not only did the extra weight hang uncomfortably from my prick but it also swung awkwardly between my knees and I quickly found that any careless movement brought its price. Invariably, at some point during the afternoon, I would be summoned to the poolside to take part in a 'training session'. Sometimes she was alone, on others, rather disconcertingly, Mr. Hall was there watching. He always seemed to be amused by the whole exercise and I got the distinct impression that watching the 'boy' service his wife was a form of foreplay for him. He sat apart, aloof, as his wife had her pleasure and, as soon as I was dismissed, it was time for him to take his. At least that was the way it went until the day that I heard, in that pause that followed after I had brought Mrs. Hall to a successful orgasm, Mr. Hall say 'I think I fancy a turn today. Pass him over'. I was told to stand and then felt Mrs. Hall standing behind me as her hands guided me forward. As she did so I heard her whisper in my ear 'don't let me down on this one, trust me. Do this right and I'll look after you later,' which left me wondering what I was in for. Were we, maybe, going to have another 'sandwich'? She guided me back down to my knees and pushed forward. Mr. Hall said, quite clearly, 'open wide' and... Oh my god! He'd put his prick in my mouth! My first reaction was to gag, to try to turn away, to try to spit it out but they had both been ready for this and, while Mrs. Hall held my shoulders, Mr. Hall grabbed my face and I was going nowhere. I thought fast. I could still resist but Mrs. Hall's words now made sense. As ever the path of least resistance led to the greatest payback; if I cooperated now then she would 'look after me' later. I accepted the inevitable and stopped fighting. Not that it made that much difference. It was clear that this was more about Mr. Hall fucking my mouth than about me giving him a blow job. He continued to hold my head and Mrs. Hall continued to hold my shoulders. There was little subtlety about what they were doing and he must have already been pretty turned on because it wasn't long before, with a deep animal groan, he came, pumping the warm salty goo of his semen deep into my mouth. And I swallowed every drop. I wasn't dumb enough to do otherwise. Mrs. Hall guided me back to my feet and led me away. At the door to the pool room she unclipped the wrist cuffs but, by the time I had removed the blindfold, I was outside. I glanced back through the windows. Mrs. Hall had already returned to her husband and they were locked in an embrace. My services were definitely no longer required. I spent quite some time pondering what had just happened. Whilst the tag attached to my prick said 'property of the Halls' I still thought of myself as primarily belonging to Mrs. Hall; she was the one who had 'recruited' me and she was the one I mostly dealt with. It now seemed as if Mr. Hall were just as much my owner as she was. The lingering taste of his semen in my mouth reinforced this. And, while sucking on another man's prick wasn't exactly top of my sexual wish list, it hadn't actually hurt or anything. I hadn't been asked to do anything that hadn't been done many, many times before by many, many people. And, truth be told, the fact that I didn't want to do it was part of the thrill. Being forced to do things that were outside my comfort zone was wild, wicked and exciting. Having started on this voyage of sexual discovery I couldn't just pick and choose. I had to take whatever was thrown at me. Just as I was packing up at the end of the day I received a text from Mrs. Hall that said, simply, 'tack room now'. That was a summons I couldn't ignore and I hurried to obey. When I arrived she was already there waiting. Rather than the stern equestrienne of the morning or the poolside goddess of the afternoon this time she was wearing a light cotton sundress, a wide brimmed sun hat and sunglasses. She looked as cool as a cucumber. "I hope you don't have any problems with what happened earlier?" "It's a bit... gay. I didn't know that Mr. Hall was that way inclined." "My dear boy, he's not. What Clive did had nothing to do with being gay. It had a lot to do with taking pleasure from his property. Think of it as marking his territory. Was it really so bad?" "No, I suppose it wasn't," I conceded. "I suppose it was just unexpected." "Good. I wouldn't like to think my little toy-boy had become uncooperative. Now, because you were a good boy I promised you a treat. Shorts off and sit down." The chair which she used when I fitted her boots had been moved so that it was now in the middle of the room and unencumbered so I stepped out off my shorts and sat down on it. Mrs. Hall used the cuffs to fasten my wrists behind the back of the chair and then, inevitably, blindfolded me. Then she took my prick in her fingers and stroked it back and forth a few times until I was as hard as ever. The next bit took me as much by surprise as when Mr. Hall had put his prick in my mouth. She must have hitched up her sundress because, when she sat, straddling my lap, I could feel her bare legs against mine. She took my prick in her hands and shuffled forward. "Time for my toy boy to enjoy his special treat!" In one smooth movement, she lifted herself up, lined up the tip of my prick with her slit, moved forward and impaled herself. She must have been hot and horny already because my prick slipped into the warm, welcoming sheath of her vagina without the slightest hint of any resistance. I was blown away! I was finally losing my virginity and, although the circumstance were nothing like I had ever anticipated, never, ever, had anything felt as good as this. She leant forward and I felt her breast pushed against my mouth. Naturally I suckled like a baby. I wish I could say I was the lover I wanted to be; I wish I could say I lasted. However, several days' worth of abstinence, coupled by the fact that this was Mrs. Hall who was riding me, was all far, far too much and she had barely started rocking her hips back and forward before, unable to hold back, I lost control. I thrust my hips back at her and, on the second thrust, shot my load. Having started there was no way I could stop and I continued to thrust and Mrs. Hall continued to ride me until I was completely drained. Even so I was well aware that I had spectacularly failed to satisfy her. "Hmm... Looks like someone needed that." "I'm so sorry," I said as she got to her feet. "Never mind. Maybe you'll last a little longer next time." Next time! There was going to be a next time! I heard her footsteps disappear in the direction of the stable toilets and she remained there for a few minutes as she sorted herself out. When she returned she undid the wrist cuffs. I removed the blindfold she was once again decent and, apart from the sticky mess in my lap, there was no sign that anything had happened. "Thank you, that was wonderful," I said, knowing how inadequate this response was. "Now you see what happens to obedient little boys. Goodnight." It was a few days later when, on receiving my usual afternoon summons to the poolside, I arrived to find that Mrs. Hall was entertaining three of her friends with cocktails around the pool. On the table in front of the there was a half empty jug of something white and creamy which they were all sipping from fancy glasses. This was the classic meeting of the ladies who lunch; wives of rich men with little more to do than look good while spending the money. Although my guess was that each of the guests were a little older than Mrs. Hall, each was easy on the eye and I would also guess that each and every one of them was a second, trophy, wife. As I was not sure exactly what was required of me I held the cuffs and blindfold out of sight behind my back. "Is this him? Is this your new toy?" one of the women asked. "That's him." "Come here, boy. Come and stand next to me." I went over to her sun lounger and stood beside it. She reached out her hand out and patted the inside of my thighs. She knew exactly what she was looking for and, as soon as she felt the chain, she put her hand up my shorts and pulled on it so as to move me closer. She inspected the name tag and smiled sweetly. "Sally's been telling us all about you. I wonder if you're as good as she says you are. Are you?" "I wouldn't know, Miss." "We'll have to find out then. What are you holding behind your back? Show me. Oh, look, cuffs and a blindfold. Shouldn't you be wearing them?" I glanced over at Mrs. Hall who gave an almost imperceptible nod. "I'll put them on right away." As I fiddled with the straps of the cuffs Mrs. Hall's friend let go of the name tag and reached, instead, for the waistband of my shorts. I had hardly fitted the first cuff before she had undone the button, pulled down the zip and my shorts ended up puddled around my ankles. "Is he always this hard," Mrs. Hall's friend asked pointing at my erect penis. "Pretty much." "I'll have to get Roger some of whatever he's having then. What's your secret, boy? What keeps you so big and strong?" "Being around sexy and attractive women, Miss." I decided to go the cheeky chappie route. "Sexy and attractive! That cuts you out then, Julie!" "Speak for yourself, Sandra. What do you say, boy, do my feminine charms drive you wild?" "Of course, Miss." "He's just saying that because he knows Sally would tan his hide if he didn't. Anyway, it's his tongue, not his prick, that Sally has been making all this fuss is about. Who wants to go first?" "Why don't you seeing as you're so keen?" The cuffs were fastened behind my back and the blindfold fitted and I was guided down between female thighs, presumably Sandra's. But she was not the only one who wanted to try me out; one by one, I serviced each and every one of Mrs. Hall's friends. Time and time again I was moved on to the next one, guided back down to my knees, and, once in position, I leant forward to find and kiss the centre of her pleasure. Given that, apparently, Mrs Hall had been making a 'fuss' about how good I was with my tongue I put everything I had into doing my very best and did my utmost to worship the font of their femininity. I don't know whether it was the cocktails or their natural state but there was not an ounce of modesty among them and, as I was passed from one to another, they were urging on the recipient, making comments and comparing notes. Apparently I measured up to standard because Julie and Eva, the third friend, both came round for seconds. My knees were sore and my jaw ached by the time they had finished. "Sally, darling, you can't keep something this good to yourself. You've got to lend him out," Sandra urged. "I'm not sure," Mrs. Hall replied. "If I lend him to you I might never get him back!" "Well at least hold a pony show." "Yeah! Hold a pony show. It's been ages since we had one. I'd certainly love to get this one between my shafts." "I'm not sure. I'll see what Clive says." "Oh go on. You know Clive will do whatever you want. Just bat your eyelashes at him and say please." "Hang on, I'll ask." There was a pause, presumably while Mrs. Hall found her mobile because, a moment or two later she continued "Clive, darling, hi, it's me. Look, the girls want to hold a pony show and I said... OK... but what about... If you say so. Love you. Bye." "We're on. How about next Friday?" There was a certain amount of muttering of 'Friday... Friday... can we make that Saturday?' as the women checked their diaries but, in the end, it was agreed to hold this pony show on Saturday at eight pm. Once the date of the pony show had been agreed Sandra decided that, if Julie and Eva could both have two goes then so could she and, once again, I was on my knees with my face between a woman's thighs. That evening Mrs. Hall came and met me down in the stables. "If the girls are insisting on a pony show we'll need to get you all the gear," she said thoughtfully. "I haven't got any spare harnesses so I'll have to buy one. Strip off and stand on the chair. I need to take some measurements." There didn't seem to be one inch of me that wasn't measured and, all the while, Mrs. Hall took careful notes in a little book. "Sandra seems to think I should loan you out. What do you think of that?" she asked conversationally. "That's up to you." "That's not what I asked. What do you think about it." "But, Miss," I reached down for the name tag and, as far as I could, held it out. "This says 'Property of the Hall's' and, for this summer at least, that's what I am. That's what I like, that's what turns me on, being your property. As such I think that, if you want to loan your property out, then that's up to you and if it pleases you then it pleases me." "Good answer," she replied and, as she left, she gave me a peck on the lips that left me all tingly. The next morning, after her ride, she took me to a locked shed behind the stables. Carefully stashed away were a number of contraptions which, when I looked closely, turned out to be a cross between a sulky and a rickshaw. Mrs. Hall helped me get one out and stood me between the shafts so that I could see how they worked. They were, indeed, sulkies but the shafts ended with hand grips; these were sulkies built for human ponies. Despite the lawns needing mowing and the borders needing weeding I was also tasked with sorting through what was there, taking them over to the stables and making sure they were all in working order. As they hadn't been used in a while and several of the tires were flat this was going to be quite a task. It was two days later that my harness arrived. Mrs. Hall insisted that, rather than try it out during the day, I should return to the stables for a proper session after my evening meal. So it was that come the evening, while mum settled down in front of Masterchef, I made my way back to the tack room where Mrs. Hall was waiting. The harness consisted of three parts. Firstly there was the bridle, a spider web of leather strapping that went around the head and came complete with bit and blinkers. I say bit but, in this case, it had a foam covering and was more like a gag than the real thing. I certainly couldn't speak while wearing it. What's more, a normal horse's bit isn't designed for quick removal whenever the rider requires use of the pony's tongue. The blinkers, too, were modified for human pony use. They consisted of two flaps of leather which could be adjusted either merely to restrict peripheral vision, as with normal blinkers, or to close completely so they could act as a blindfold. The harness proper was far more straightforward. It started with a six inch wide leather belt with shoulder straps which crossed at the back. The bridle was attached to these shoulder straps which limited the extent to which the pony could turn his head. That, along with the blinkers, meant I could only look forward. Attached to the back of the belt there was a fitting for my tail and, from that, a strap ran down between my arse cheeks to the all but inevitable plug up my backside. From there two straps run up the front, one either side of my prick which was left hanging free. The third and final part of the outfit was a curious pair of boots. They weren't a million miles from a pair of ladies high heeled boots except that the shoe part had been fashioned to look like a horse's hoof complete with horseshoe. The built in heel was so high that I was effectively standing on tip-toe but, as the leather reached all the way up to my knee and was fully and tightly laced at the back, my feet and calves were sufficiently supported sot that, with a little practice, they were quite practical. Mrs. Hall took quite a bit of care fitting it all to me and, although it was a trifle bizarre, I have to admit I enjoyed the attention. When everything was fitted and every strap adjusted to her satisfaction she attached reins to my bridle and had me walk up and down for a bit so as to get used to the boots. At first, with the extra six inches or so of height, I was incredibly unsteady and, if it weren't for Mrs Hall's guidance, I would have fallen several times. Mrs Hall encouraged me to stand straight anduse a high-stepping gait which, while awkward in itself, meant I put my foot down flat which helped a lot. Once she was sure I could walk without falling we went out into the stables where the sulkies were stored. She had me stand between the shafts of one and the clips on the cuffs were attached to anchor points so that I was effectively fixed in place. She then took her place on the seat and, quite gently at first, had me pull her up and down the main aisle of the stables and then on out into the paddock. The boots continued to be a trial so getting up any sort of speed over the rough grass of the paddock was next to impossible. However it was kind of fun to be out on a fine summer's evening and I was quite happy to pull Mrs. Hall for as long as she wanted. We did maybe three full circuits and then she drove me back into the stables and dismounted. Leaving me standing between the shafts she came round and stood in front of me. "Not too bad for a beginner, I suppose." Her hand reached down and started to caress my prick. "I suppose you think you deserve a reward after all that." I shook my head vigorously. "Are you going to give me that 'serving your Mistress is reward enough' nonsense?" This time I nodded. "So you'll be quite content if I stop." And, to illustrate her point, she removed her hand. I couldn't help but let my disappointment show in my eyes. "Oh, you poor thing, slave to the whims of a cruel bitch like me." She unfastened my right wrist and turned towards the door. "Goodnight." It took quite a while to take off the pony boy harness and put it all away neatly. Removing the plug from my backside was a trial in itself and the swollen and sore state of my balls didn't help either. God I wanted a wank; god I needed a wank. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Hall's teasing I might have coped but this latest bit had left me right on the edge. Handyman Ch. 02 That night, as I lay in bed, it was a real fight to keep my hands off my prick. I kept thinking 'how will she know' but, she was right, most mornings I got the 'have you been a good boy' question and, if I did have a wank, I would be unable to lie convincingly. And then, when I slept, my subconscious mind did what my conscious mind had refused to do. I had this dream, this wonderful dream, where Mrs. Hall appeared wearing the sundress she had worn the night I lost my virginity. She ordered me to strip, laid me full length on the ground, straddled me and... And I woke up to soiled sheets. The next morning I did, indeed, get the 'have you been a good boy?' question and Mrs. Hall was quick to spot my hesitation in replying. "Oh, dear, it seems that my toy has been a very naughty boy indeed," she said gleefully. "I told you that would be punished." "It's... it's not like that." "Oh? What is it like then?" "I had this dream." "A sex dream?" "Yes." "And did I feature in it." "Yes, Miss. I'm sorry Miss." "Tell me all about it. I want all the details." Stumbling and stammering, and with a lot of prodding from Miss, I told her what had happened in my dream. She seemed mostly amused and not as angry as I was expecting. "So, my blue sundress turns you on?" I just nodded. "What a sweet little boy you are. Now, don't forget, pony boy practice at nine tonight." And that, I thought, was that. However, when I went down to the stables that evening it was the blue sundress that she was wearing. "Is this the dress you like so much?" "Yes, yes Miss." "And now I bet you're wondering whether the rest of your dream will come true? Am I Lady Bountiful or the cruel temptress. Only time will tell. Now, come along, we haven't got all night." Once more she helped me into the pony gear and, once more she drove me around the paddock. She seemed much stricter, much more demanding and, by the time we had finished, I was quite out of breath. She unclipped me from the sulky and, using the reins, took me back to the tack room. There she had me lay on the floor and put my arms either side of one of the legs of the work bench. She then refastened the cuffs. "Let's see if you can last a little longer this time." She knelt down, straddling my groin and reached up under her dress. It took a little fiddling about but then she lowered herself down and for the second time, proceeded to use my prick to pleasure herself. I did everything I could to fight against coming too soon but it was a hard fight. Her smooth, engulfing warmth around my prick was heaven indeed and, as she started to rock back and forth, it just got better and better. I dared to look. Laid flat on the floor my view was restricted but she was a vision in summer blue towering over me, her left hand resting on my shoulders, as she rocked back and forth. Her right arm reached straight down. I couldn't really see but it was clear that she was using her finger as much as my prick to get herself off. She caught me looking, our eyes locked and, as her gaze held mine, I could feel her getting tighter, tauter. Her movements were still slow and sensuous but there was a tension behind them, a growing tension until... "Oh, yes," she breathed rather than said. "Oh, yes, my sweet little pony boy, oh, yes, yes, yes, yesssss." I felt her go into spasm and that was more than I could take. As she rode out her orgasm so she pumped me dry until, sated, she removed her hand from her groin and leant forward, now supporting herself with both hands on my shoulders. There was total silence as we let it all subside. I was in heaven. I would put up with almost anything just to get a taste of what she had just done to me. Nothing, nothing at all, came close. Of course I knew that it wasn't like that for her, that I was just an amusing diversion with no more emotional attachment than her vibrator, but, at that point, I simply didn't care. After a few minutes it was all getting a bit sticky. Mrs. Hall stood up, took her bag from where she had left in on the workbench and disappeared in the direction of the stable toilets. I just lay there; after all, I had little choice to do otherwise. Five minutes later I heard the toilet flush and she returned. "Don't go thinking this is going to happen often. I was in a good mood, that's all." She reached down and unclipped my wrists. "Goodnight and... sweet dreams." When we got to Saturday Mrs. Hall was noticeably nervous. In each of the stable stalls, except the one housing Flashdance, she had me place a chair, a small table, a pile of towels and a box of baby wipes. Then she inspected the sulkies one last time and they too were arranged in the stalls. After that she had me polish and sweep and clean and polish and sweep and clean until the place shone like a new pin. Mrs. Hall had told me that she wanted me down at the stables by seven thirty so, after grabbing a quick bite, I made some excuse to my mother and slipped out. I found Mrs. Hall in her riding outfit and, together, we got me fitted into the pony gear. When she was convinced that everything was as it ought to be I was attached to one of the sulkies and she had me reverse into one of the stalls. I thought that was it but, before she left, she adjusted the blinkers, pulling them together so that they blindfolded me. "Tonight you're Twinkletoes and I don't want any fuck ups, understood." Gagged by the bridle I could only nod. "Do not let me down. Seriously, do not let me down. Promise?" Again I nodded. And, with that, I was left alone. After what seemed like ages the others arrived. Of course I couldn't see them but the hustle and bustle was obvious and I quite clearly heard Sandra's voice ordering 'Pudding' to back into the stall next to mine. The pop of a champagne cork and the clink of glasses also suggested that the 'jockeys' were enjoying a pre-meeting drink. "Well, if we're all here, we might as well begin. Sandra, would you like to start with Pudding." One by one the ponies were led from the stalls and, by the sounds of things, on through the stables and out into the paddock. Mrs. Hall was busy being hostess so I was the last to be led, still effectively blindfolded out, along the paved aisle of the stables and out into the fresh evening air. "And, last but not least, Sally with Twinkletoes," Mr. Hall announced. Mrs. Hall readjusted the blinkers, mounted the saddle of the sulky and drove me on into the paddock. At first I was simply concentrating on making the best entrance I could, standing up straight and using that high stepping gait. For all sorts of reasons I didn't want to let Mrs Hall down. Then, as we circled around the paddock I started to look around and take it all in. The blinkers restricted my view but there was Sandra holding the reins of a rather portly middle aged pony, presumably her husband Roger. Julie too was a jockey whereas Eva looked quite pretty between the shafts of her sulky. There was another couple, one I didn't know, where a rather pretty young woman was the pony and, as we completed the circle, there, standing next to his pony, was Mr. Hall holding the reins of... With a sickening thud I realised how naïve I had been. I'm sure you, the reader, have long ago worked out exactly who would be acting as Mr. Hall's pony but, in my innocence, it had never once crossed my mind. I was thunderstruck and I stuttered to a halt almost unable to comprehend what I was seeing but there, in front of me, the naked pony girl standing between the shafts of Mr. Hall's sulky was none other than my mother! It wasn't just that she was naked; like all the ponies, her outfit was designed to display, not hide, her sexual charms. She even had a chain similar to mine which dangled down from her groin. "Walk on, Twinkletoes," Mrs. Hall called out, flicking at my backside with her carriage whip to reinforce the command. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. Mrs. Hall got down off the sulky and came up beside me, holding the reins so tightly that it hurt. "I am not, repeat not, in the habit of being embarrassed by my pony," Mr. Hall whispered in my ear. "I know it's a shock but, trust me, you do not want to let me down on this one. That pony over there is Goldilocks and you are Twinkletoes; it's as simple as that. And ponies do what they are told. If you've got any problems with that we can talk about it later. I'm going to get back in the Sulky and, when I tell you to walk on, that is what you are going to do." Problems! Of course I had problems! That's my mother over there! And it wasn't just that it was my mother but she was all dressed up as a pony and quite obviously ready for all the sexual high jinks implied by that. I thought about how I had been trained. Did this mean that she too... I looked across and mum smiled back. She didn't seem to be half as concerned as I was. My shock at seeing her as a pony girl was not evident in her eyes. Her concern, if anything, seemed to be about my discomfort. It seemed that not only was my mother into kinky sex games but she wanted me to be as well. It seemed that, were I to make a fuss I would upset my mum as well as my 'owner' so, when Mrs. Hall repeated the order to walk on, despite my misgivings, that is what I did. The first part of the pony show was exactly that, a show. We ponies were paraded back and forth and put through our paces. As the novice pony I came in for special scrutiny and there were lots of comments about how I could improve my gait, stand up straighter and such forth. The lack of similar special scrutiny on my mother implied that this was not her first time but then, why would it be. I wondered how long she had been involved... and there was another question, what exactly was she to Mr and Mrs. Hall? Gradually I began to relax and pick up on the mood of it all. Although, at one level it was all rather silly, it was clear that the others saw this as rather risqué fun; it was amusing and rather bohemian to be so daring. The jokes were blue and received laughs as much for being 'naughty' than for any comedy content. It was Sandra, of course, who had to ramp up the embarrassment. First she had mum and I brought to stand next to each other. "Sally, dear, what a perfect matched pair. Don't they look pretty together! It's a shame they're not pulling as a pair. I seem to remember that you used to have a carriage that was suitable. Can't we possibly...?" "What a splendid idea! Come on, Rob," Mr Hall said to Eva's husband, "I know where it's kept. Give me a hand to dig it out." I too remembered the side-by-side carriage; I had found it in among all the others but, as I had been told to concentrate on the single sulkies, I had all but ignored it and left it in the shed behind the barn. Fortunately I had, at least, cleaned it down and pumped up the tyres. The basic construction was similar to the others; a lightweight frame with bicycle wheels either side. However, this one was wider and, instead of one seat, it had two. Furthermore the twin shafts were replaced by a 'T' bar behind which the ponies were harnessed so that they could push as a pair. When Mr. Hall and Rob returned mum and I were unfastened from our respective sulkies and taken over to the double one. There we were harnessed up by having our wrists attached to the 'T' bar, me on the left and mum on the right of the shaft. Of course we were now very much the stars of the show and there was much competition over who got to drive us and how long for. Even though there were two seats only one jockey would take the reins so there was a great deal of 'come along, it's my turn', just like little children. As for mum and I, there was a great deal of instruction to keep in step, to stand up straight and to look our best. It wasn't long before the show morphed into races. These were semi-competitive; there were winners and losers but no one really cared. It was mostly a way of playing mix-and-match as the various jockeys swapped ponies and enjoyed a run around the paddock. Again, mum and I, as the new attraction, came in for quite a bit of the racing. But the pony show and the racing were really only the foreplay. This time it was Mr. Hall who made the first move. He had ridden Eva around the paddock and, having completed the circuit drove up to where Rob was standing waiting on his turn. "I'd forgotten what a delightful little backside your Flutterbye has. If you don't mind..." "Of course, old boy, of course." And, with her 'owner's' permission granted, he drove her off in the direction of the stables. After that it was only a matter of time. Mum and I were being driven by Sandra and George, the man from the couple I hadn't met before. There had been quite a bit of giggling as we ran the circuit of the paddock and, when we had finished, we were driven up to where Mr. Hall was standing. "We're just off to the stables, OK?" "Of course. That's what they're there for." As we were driven towards the stables I thought about 'that's what they're there for'. As I had laid out the seats, the tables, the towels and the baby-wipes I had known what they were all about but, now that it was getting real, and now that I had my mother right next to me, I was increasingly apprehensive. Not so George who, when we got to the stables, jumped off the sulky and arranged two chairs, side by side, in one of the stalls. We were then led in and given the order 'down'. However, as we knelt, it was quickly discovered that the 'T' bar got in the way of any gymnastics so we were backed out of the stall, unfastened from the sulky, our wrists refastened behind our back and then led back in, side by side. This was not the first time I had gone down on Sandra, nor the first time that I had done so in the presence of others but the knowledge that, right beside me, my mother was also on her knees giving a blow job to a strange man rather spoilt the mood for me. I couldn't see much, the blinkers saw to that, but both Sandra and George were vocal enough to let me know exactly what was going on. Fortunately the thrill of being serviced by a 'matched pair' was enough to cover any reluctance on my part. As for my mother, I couldn't know how she felt and that was bugging the hell out of me. Of course Sandra and George weren't the only ones who wanted to sample the 'matched pair'. Between us we must have serviced all six of the jockeys in a number of combinations. The men needed slightly longer to rest between sessions but that didn't stop them coming round for seconds. I vaguely wondered if the other ponies were getting jealous as they were getting much less attention than normal. But after a while it seemed that every jockey had ridden every pony and we'd run out of trips to the stables. It was generally agreed that a good time had been had by all and we trooped back to the stables to change. At least the others did. Mum and I, or should I say Goldilocks and Twinkletoes, were parked up to wait while the others got ready to leave. It seemed to take ages and it was only when the last car pulled out of the yard that Mr and Mrs. Hall returned to take care of us. "Well, that went well," Mr. Hall said. "God but Rob Watson's a bore." "He may be a bore but he's a very rich bore and, anyway, you get on fine with Eva. Come on, let's get these two sorted out and then we can get to bed." "Leave them to me, honey. You go on up and I'll see you in five minutes." "OK," and, with that he was off. "Now then, you two, I know it's been an emotional evening and I'm sure you two have one or two things to talk about so I've got just the thing to make sure you have a good long heart-to-heart just like a mother and her son should." She unhitched mum from the 'T' bar and led her around until she was facing me. Then she refastened mum's wrists using the same clips that my cuffs were attached to. Mum and I were now face to face and only a couple of feet apart. I looked her in the eye but she just shrugged. Meanwhile Mrs Hall had reached into her pocket and fetched out a padlock. She crouched down and reached between us where she took the chain attached to my prick and balls and the chain attached to mum's groin and, quick as a flash, padlocked them together. This made me do what I had so far avoided which was to look to see how mum's chain was attached. Mum's shaven pubic mound hid nothing. She had what I now know to be called an outer labial piercing which held not a ring but a padlock holding the chain in place. Now, with our two chains conjoined, we were never going to be more that around fifteen inches apart. "There. You can stay like that until the morning. Back here for seven thirty, OK?" Neither of us replied. We were too busy staring at each other. "Oh, and Andy, I understand that you might be feeling a little impetuous so, in case you get any clever ideas about cutters or hacksaws," Mrs. Hall continued, "if either chain is broken or disturbed in any way then everything between us is over, both for you and your mother. Understood?" Mum nodded. I still just stood there. She then unclipped mum's right hand and, with a cheerful 'goodnight', left us to it. Mum unclipped our wrists from the 'T' bar and we let it fall so I could step over it. After that the first order of business were our bridles. As long as we were wearing those we were both still gagged. "Mum!" I exclaimed as soon as I'd got the gag out of my mouth. "What?" "How could you?" "How could I?" Mum gave me a look of disbelief and long sigh. "Look, Andy, I'm tired and I'm covered in... well, I need a long hot shower and so do you. Let's get out of this stuff and go home." "First things first. I've got a pair of cutters in the toolkit that will make short work of this chain." "Can we talk for a bit before you do that." "I don't see anything to talk about. Do you think I'm going to spend the entire night with the two of us chained together like this? I'm sorry but tonight I've seen things no son should see his mother do and I've had enough. I'm going to get the cutters - now!" "Please! Andy! It's not that simple. Andy, listen to me. Let's get home, have a shower and then we can talk. If, after that, you still want to cut the chain then... Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there." "And why the fuck should I?" "Language, dear!" "Sorry, mum, but I still can't see why I should wait before cutting this chain." "Because your mum asks you to? Please? Andy? For me?" I was torn. I could tell she was close to tears. For some reason this meant a lot to her although, for the life of me, I couldn't work out why. In the end the pleading look in mum's face won out over my desire to be rid of the chain. "OK then but don't expect me to change my mind. Come on, let's get out of this clobber." Getting the pony gear off was much harder than it could have been and, at first, we got in each other's way and ended up giving each other some pretty painful tugs. It was clear that if we were to remain chained we would have to learn to cooperate. In particular it was best if we undid each other's straps and buckles rather than concentrating on our own. When the time came I found that removing the butt plug from my mother's arse was a whole new experience matched only by when she removed mine. Eventually we were both naked and, leaving a certain amount of chaos in the tack room, we made our way home. This too was hard, well, until mum suggested we dance. I didn't really know what to she meant but she showed me how to put my arm around her back and she put hers on my shoulder and, as she chanted 'left, right, left, right', we made our way down the lane. It was odd holding mum so tight. I mean she had her breasts squished up against my chest and, if it had been practically any other woman then this would have been dead sexy. But this wasn't any other woman, this was mum. Handyman Ch. 02 When we got home we negotiated the stairs by going sideways, one step at a time. We went straight into to the bathroom and, together, got under the shower. Again this was weird beyond belief. Watching mum smooth the shower gel all over, especially her breasts, and her groin, and... Was it surprising that I started to get a bit of an erection. Not much but she couldn't help but notice. Particularly awkward was washing the lube out of my anus where it had been used to help insert the butt plug. This had to be done thoroughly and, as I turned to reach, I wasn't concentrating on keeping the chain slack. After a couple of near mishaps mum suggested she do it for me and, she was right, it was easiest if we stood as close together as possible and she crouched down a bit, reached around behind and used her shower gel covered fingers. It's a strange feeling having your mother wash your backside; stranger still is washing hers in return. When we were finally clean and dry it was time to talk. Again, this was awkward. There was not enough slack in the chain for us to sit, or lie, side by side. If we sat in opposing chairs with our knees interlocking we could just about manage but the chain was still dangerously taut. "Let's just go to bed. I'm tired. You're tired, and this will all seem better under the covers." "Bed!" "Where else are we going to sleep?" "But I'll be sleeping with my mum." "Yeah, sleeping. Not fucking, not screwing, not any other crazy sex games but sleeping. OK." "I suppose so." "You suppose so? Seriously, what else do you have in mind?" "Cutting the bloody chain." "Please, Andy, we need to talk first and we're all tense and keyed up like this. Please, let's go to bed and I promise nothing untoward will happen." "I'd rather cut the chain." "No you wouldn't. Trust me. Please... Just for a little while." "OK... but just while we talk." "Then come along." I followed her up to her room and, after some pretty intimate gymnastics, we ended up together under the duvet. After a bit of experimenting we found that the safest, most comfortable position was with me lying on my back and mum cuddled up to me. Again there was this odd feeling. I mean, I had my arm around her shoulders and she was scrunched up to me with her right knee lying over my legs and her right arm lying across my chest. I could feel the warmth from her body, feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. It was all I could do to stop myself stroking her hair - and that wasn't all I wanted to stroke. Once again I felt my prick stirring. I felt hurt and confused by the roil of emotions within me. Jesus, I was getting turned on by my mum! However, there was still that question that had been hanging over us ever since Mrs. Hall had left us in the stables. "So, why can't I cut the chain?" "Because it would ruin everything. Apart from anything else I'd lose my job." "But why would you want to have anything to do with the Hall's after this?" "Because they're good people. They looked after me when I had nothing and, even now..." "Even now what?" "How do you think I can afford to send my son to university? Do you have any idea how much it costs? Ten bloody grand a year by the time you add it all up. There is no way I could afford that without the Hall's help. If you cut that chain then you can say goodbye to all that, goodbye to your degree, goodbye to decent job prospects, goodbye to your future. And, if I lose my job you can say goodbye to this house, you say goodbye to everything I've worked for over the past five years. That is so not going to happen." "So it's all about the money. You let Mr. Hall fuck you and he pays for everything. What exactly does that make you?" "How dare you say that! It is not, repeat not, all about the money. Whatever I do, or don't do, with the Halls I do because I choose to. If they then choose to repay this with very generous employee benefits, well that's down to them. What is more, I'm not sure that Sally Hall's fuck toy has any right to take the moral high ground." I was far from convinced but knew better than to push that line of argument any further. "Whatever you do or don't do with the Halls," I repeated, "Does that mean you let both of them fuck you." "I don't 'let' anyone do anything but, yes, if you insist on asking, I regularly have sex with both Clive and Sally Hall. But so what, I don't suppose your relationship with Sally is exactly platonic." "That's different." "How?" "It... it... it just is!" "It just isn't and you know it." There was a long, long silence as I digested this. "Do you like being their sex slave?" I asked after a while. "That's a pretty brutal way of putting it but yes, I get off on the sex games we play together; I wouldn't be here if I didn't. How about you? Pound to a penny says you weren't exactly reticent about being Sally's pony last night. If I know anything about her then she's got you wrapped around her little finger. I bet she knows exactly what to do to keep you following her around like some little lost puppy." "It's not like that." "Isn't it? Have you 'let' her fuck you yet?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm over the word 'let'. "We've... oh, mum, what does it matter what we have and haven't done." "You're the one who asked." Again there was a long pause. "Is it really not about the money? I mean, forget about the house, and my university fees and everything, if it weren't for all that, would you still...?" "Would I still be their little sex slave? Yes, I probably would." "But why?" "That's a strange question coming from you. Why is it OK for you to be Sally Hall's sex slave and not OK for me? I mean, you're not in it for the money, are you?" "Of course not!" "Well then, why is OK for you to be Mrs. Hall's toy but not OK for me to be Mr. Hall's. What's the difference? Go on, tell me, what gives you the right to lecture me on this one?" "I wasn't lecturing." "Yes you were. You've all but called me a whore and you've made it more than clear that you disapprove of my relationship with the Halls but, at the same time you don't have any problem with yours. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, young man. If I'm a whore then so are you. I wasn't the only pony there tonight, Twinkletoes." She was, of course, right. I was holding her to a different standard. It was just so hard to think of her in that way. "Sorry, mum," I said after a while. "It's just..." "It's just that it's hard to think of your old mum as having needs?" "You're not old!" "I'm older than Mrs. Hall, or Eva Roberts, or any of the others." "But you're just as good looking." "Thank you, kind sir." "I mean it." "I know you do and it's kind of you. Now, that still leaves the question of what are we going to do about the chain. Are you still so adamant you want to cut it?" "What do you want to do?" "Up until this evening I was very happy. Yes, I know my relationship with the Halls is a little unusual but, seriously, they don't mistreat me. They look after me far better than your dad ever did. Now that your involved it's going to be a little awkward at first but I'd like to see how it works out. What about you? Are you ready to stop playing games with Sally Hall - forever?" That made me think. I guess, in my mind, I had somehow made my stand, told Mr. Hall where to get off, told him in no uncertain terms to keep his hands off my mum and then, almost immediately afterwards, gone back to polishing Mrs Hall's riding boots. Was I really prepared to give that up? "I guess you're right," I said with a sigh. "I guess we'll leave it there, for the time being at least." "And in the morning?" "Well, she can't keep us chained together forever." "No, she can't. Now let's get some sleep and, for heaven's sake, don't roll over or you'll do us both an injury." "Goodnight, mum." "Goodnight, Andy." As we lay there in the dark it still took me quite a while to drift off. I may have accepted that, as mum had put it, that sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, but that still didn't stop the roil of emotions within me. Handyman Ch. 03 As I floated in the pool I felt like I was in a dream world. I was in the pool of a client, I had fucked his wife and maid while he was out of town. I knew I would wake up soon, or would I? It was nearing noon, the sun was high and even after the big breakfast Heather (the maid) had fixed me I started to get hungry, maybe it was caused by the workout she gave me after. She must have been a mind reader; it was only seconds after she brought out a sandwich and a beer to the pool for me. I stepped from the pool and walked to the gazebo to eat. As Heather started to walk away I asked her, "What's for dessert?" She turned and smiled and went on into the house. I watched as she left, her hips swaying as she walked. She was so hot I felt my dick harden. I knew I needed to have her again. And just where was my host, Mrs. Hunter? I had no more finished my sandwich till I saw Mrs. Hunter (Angie) in the house talking to Heather. Then she turned and came outside and headed to the pool. She had on a white terry robe pulled tight around her. As she approached the gazebo she asked if I was doing well and if Heather had taken good care of me. I stifled a smile and just said "Yes, very well." With that she kissed me pushing her tongue in my mouth and grabbing my dick with her hand. Angie turned toward the pool not saying a word, as she walked away she let the robe slip from her shoulders to the ground. My jaw dropped, she had on a bright yellow two-piece suit that was barely there. The thong was splitting her cheeks, and as she turned slightly and I could see the top was just as tight, barely holding and covering her large firm tits. She slowly walked into the cool water and swam away. I watched her swim the length of the pool and was heading back when I got to the edge. She looked up and smiled, saying, "I see you like my suit!" My dick was ridged and pushing my shorts out. I stepped into the water hoping it would ease my hard, but Angie had other ideas. She slid her hand up the leg of my shorts and gripped my cock firm and started stroking it. I eased further into the water and kissed her hard, then let my hands move to her tits causing her nipples to harden. As I teased them more I untied her top and tossed it to the side unleashing her fantastic tits. Taking each in turn I sucked and toyed with them making her moan. She had now worked my shorts down and off tossing them to the poolside, so I did the same with her bikini thong. She pushed me back to the steps just below the water line and straddled my waist sinking my cock into her. Slowly she rode me as the water splashed around us. She seemed to be in no hurry, just rocking back and forth on me, I was enjoying it a lot as I licked and pinched her tits. She rode me for what seemed like ten minutes then stopped and slid off swimming across the pool. There I sat with a stiff dick and a hot woman swimming away from me, what was she up too? I watched as she swam the length of the pool, I pushed off to join her. When I was half way across she was there with me, teasing and splashing. We played and kissed in the middle of the pool sometimes sinking while kissing. Suddenly Angie dove deep in the pool and swam off. I watched her as she swam to the steps to climb out. She walked up the steps and stood there with her hand out stretched as if inviting me to join her. As I reached the steps I stood up and walked to the top, not even caring that I was totally naked, but then so was Angie. I took her hand and she led me inside the house and up to her room. Most of the water had dried off our skin but when the coolness of the air-conditioned air hit us it caused us both to shiver and my dick began to soften, and I could see her nipples harden. She sat me down on the bed pushing me back and sucked my dick back to life. Pulling off with a popping sound she worked her way up onto the bed straddling my chest and pushed her pussy in my face. I knew what she wanted and I gave it to her! I dove in and sucked and licked her puss till she was wet and wild. I did not let up and she had no intentions of letting me, grinding her slit into my face harder and harder till I felt her tense and thrust a few more times then she collapsed on the bed. Her breathing was heavy and her tits were heaving, she had a great orgasm. She reached over to touch my arm and with panting breath. She said, "Fuck me, fuck me now, hard!" I had heard this before but not from her. She spread her legs and I could see her swollen lips were wet and wanting. I positioned myself on top and started to slide in slowly, but she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled hard, trusting me in deep. She looked into my eyes; she looked almost possessed as she said again with grit teeth, "Fuck me hard now!" I pulled back and slammed in as hard as I could again and again. Each time she let out a yelp and hissed, "YES!" I pumped her so hard I thought I would break something, but she loved it and I did too. I was on the edge and could not stop, I told her I was going to cum and she wrapped her legs around me as I shot so hard in her I thought it would go clear through her. She started to scream and I felt her pussy grip my cock like a vise, pulling me in deep as she orgasmed again. It took several minutes for us to calm down before I rolled off to catch my breath. Angie grabbed the sheet pulling it up on us and rolled over to her side pulling me with her. I snuggled up behind her and my wet dick pressed up between her ass cheeks as she placed my hand on her tit. In a sleepy voice she said, "Next time you can have that hole," and drifted off to sleep. I too was worn out and feel asleep. I woke a few hours later still holding her in my arms, not wanting to disturb her I tried to be as still as I could. But laying there next to her my mind wondered and so did my hands. I touched her softly along her arm and breast, feeling her nipple and firmness. Slowly working my way down across her flat belly to her thighs, I could not stop myself I had to explore her. I slid my hand between her legs and she parted them slightly. Her breathing had not changed so I knew she had not woken up. I dipped my finger into her wetness and played a bit. My dick grew hard again and I knew I needed to stop. As I pulled my hand away she touched it and placed it back between her legs. Hell I thought she was asleep. She pushed my fingers in and worked them till I could fell the mixture of our cream ooze out. My fingers were soaked, it was then she rolled over pulling my hand to her mouth and licked my fingers clean. With the licking and the look in her eyes my dick was hard and pushing against her and she knew what she was doing. I could tell by the smile on your face. She then rose and kissed me deeply, I could taste our sex on her lips and liked it. Then she said, "Lets take a shower" and she got up and walked to the bathroom. I just laid there looking at her as she walked away from me, for an older woman she was fit, trim, and very sexy. I heard the shower start and got out of bed to head that way. I stepped into the bathroom to find it was huge; two rooms in itself, with two sinks, and a corner with a large mirror with a make up stand and stool. Off to one side was a short wall the hid the toilet. As I stepped through the archway that led to the bath area, I found it to be impressive in itself, a sitting area, large Jacuzzi tub, and a shower stall big enough for four people. The steam was rolling out fogging the room. I opened the shower door to find her all soaped up and fingering her pussy, thinking to myself that she is never done, my dick rose. As I stepped into the shower she helped me into the water then started to soap me up lingering in certain areas. I cupped her tits and sucked them hard, then reached down and pumped two fingers deep in her pussy. I was starting to learn that she liked it a bit rough and was learning well. I spun her around bending her over and slammed deep in her wet cunt. She gripped the rail on the wall as I pounded in and out of her till I felt her lips grip me tighter and I knew it was time to let her have it. I pulled out so just the head of my cock was in her and slapped her ass hard. Being wet it stung causing her to scream and clenching harder on my cock, it was then I thrust into her again hard and shot my hot load deep inside her. Her knees almost buckled as did mine, we both gripped the wall for support. As we stood up Angie turned to kiss me deeper then she had before, then we stood in the hot shower touching and kissing till we were both clean again. We stepped from the shower and dried each other off. It was then Angie told me to get dressed, we were going to dinner. I was puzzled as to what she meant, then I stepped into the bedroom to find the bed had been made and a set of clothes were laid out for me. Heather must have been doing that while we were in the shower. All the clothes were new, so that was what Angie was doing all morning while she was gone. I dressed quickly and waited on her to come out of the bathroom when Heather came in. She looked me over and smiled then said that I looked very handsome and if I would follow her she would complete my attire. The clothes fit great but I still felt odd, I was used to jeans and tee shirts not dress shoes, slacks, shirt and jacket. At least I didn't have to wear a tie. I followed Heather to a room close by and she handed me a gold ring with diamonds and a gold necklace, then pinned on a small red flower above my left jacket pocket. Handing me keys she told me to get the car and pull it around front, Mrs. Hunter will be there shortly. Then with a smile and gleam in her eye she licked her lips and blew me a kiss, turned quickly and disappeared down the hall. I was in a daze or a mind controlled state, I did what was asked of me. I went to the garage to get the car only to find a large black Hummer waiting instead of the Jag. I just laughed, not much else could surprise me now. I got in and started it up and knew it was new by the smell and mileage. I pulled out front to wait for Angie as instructed. While I waited I could not help but to play with the extras and stereo system, and I did not even see Angie approach the door, cause when she opened it I jumped making her laugh. As She climbed in she looked at me and said, "That will be the last door I open myself tonight right?" I knew what she meant and nodded yes. Angie was wearing a full-length black leather coat so I could not see what was underneath, and she could see the look in my eyes knowing I wanted to look. She instructed me as to where to go as we drove seeming to take roads out of the way and backtracking at times. Was this to confuse me or someone else I don't know but when we arrived at our destination I was lost. I pulled up to the front and a valet opened Angie's door helping her out, I just stepped out and handed the keys to him. Then it hit me, I knew this guy from somewhere so as he handed me the ticket I turned quickly away taking Angie in arm we walked off. As we walked up the large entryway I was not sure if it was a restaurant, country club, or private home, either way it was very nice. When we approached the front entrance the doors opened and greeted by what I guessed was a doorman, he said, "Good evening." He closed the door behind us and took Angie's coat as she removed it then handed it to a girl in a side room. It was then I was able to see what she had on. It was a stunning short red dress with two straps that went over her shoulders then crossed in the back with a vee in the front showing off her tits and cleavage. I was too stunned for words, and besides you can't speak when your tongue is hard. Angie took my arm and we continued on. As we walked through the place I noticed Angie nod to several people and smile, so she had been here before, but with her husband or others, I felt uneasy with this and she sensed it gripping my arm a little more firmly. It was quite large and well adorned with paintings, chandeliers and sculptures, not the kind of place I would ever hang out in. Angie seemed to be parading me through the place making sure people saw me on her arm; I was more like a show thing now that I look back on it. As we approached a doorway she turned to me, kissed me and told me to relax, don't worry about anything and just be myself. The look on my face said it all, just how was I to relax and be myself in this place? It was if she could read the look in my eyes and took my hands holding them to her breasts and said again, "Relax and be yourself and everything will be fine." Well, now I was really nervous, then she kissed me again and gripped my cock through my slacks till it was hard then turned and walked into the room with me in tow. Ok, so there I was with a hard dick in my pants in a room full of rich snobs and with the wife of one of there's. I could feel their eyes upon me as we made our way though. Nervous, No I was past that and then some. The room was not that big but held about seventeen tables set for four each with candles and flowers at the center. In the background I could hear music playing soft jazz I think. Angie led me to a vacant table and we sat down aside each other. I was glad just to sit down and look around till the waiter came to get us drinks. Angie spoke up and ordered us both a double shot of scotch and a beer chaser, it was then I looked at her and smiled. She knew I was uneasy. By this time I noticed that no one was looking at us, they seemed to go on with there evening ignoring us which helped me at the time but puzzled me later on. The drinks arrived and we ordered dinner, or should I say Angie ordered for us. Not that I am complaining it's just odd for me to not speak for myself. And what seemed odd was she knew what I liked, seafood. She had ordered a seafood feast from what I thought, oysters, crab legs, scallops, shrimp, and calamari. Plus she ordered more drinks. Angie lifted her glass to me for a toast; I joined her and finally settled down. It was then that a couple approached our table and seeing Angie and stopped to say Hi. They both gave Angie a quick kiss and went on chatting. I really did not listen to there conversation; I was too busy checking them out. He was an older gentleman in his late forties, I guessed and she was a stunning early thirty well built blonde dressed to kill. My stare was broken when I heard a word about me, but by then the conversation was over. As they said there goodbye's they hugged and kissed Angie, then the woman turned to me and kissed me full on the lips, reaching down and gripping my package at the same time. My cock grew in her hand even though I was shocked, as she pulled away she said, "Nice" and turned to Angie whispering in her ear. Then the couple walked off to their table. She never did introduce me to them. I turned to Angie with a puzzled look, but she just smiled and said, "It's fine, enjoy yourself". By now the drinks had relaxed me just enough that I could do as she asked and besides it was cool as hell getting kissed and fondled by another woman while out with "your" date and she approves. I started to ask her about her friends when dinner arrived. And Angie ordered a bottle of wine to go with dinner. As we ate we flirted and fed each other now and then enjoying our selves completely, so much so I was unaware of the band setting up in the corner. As we finished dinner, the band had started playing. I was surprised to hear such a mix of music and several people got up to dance. Angie grabbed me by the hand we stepped to the dance floor. Now I may not be the best dancer out there but I can step to most anything, and surprised Angie when I did. We danced two songs then went back to the table for more wine. It was then the woman from before approached the table. Angie then introduced her to me as Susan; I politely stood and took her hand as Angie asked her to sit down. Susan sat next to me across from Angie and they started chatting as if I were not there. Then Susan asked Angie if she could take me to the floor, when I heard that I looked at Susan and then at Angie, both had a devilish smile. Angie stood up walked around the table to me with her hand out helping me up, kissed my deeply then leaning close to my ear whispered, "Have fun," then placed my hand in Susan's. Susan winked and blew a kiss to Angie and led me to the floor. We finished the song that was playing then a slower song started. I held Susan closer and started dancing; as we did Susan asked in a seductive voice, "Are you enjoying yourself?" I said' "Yes, very much, what's not to enjoy?" I asked her, "How long have you known Angie?" She said, "Not long but we have become very close." It was the smile on her face and tone in her voice that made me smile, then Susan ran her hands down my back and gripped my ass pulling my crotch tight to hers and kissed me, longer and harder then the kiss at the table. She could feel the bulge in my slacks grow and as I looked around to see if anyone was looking, she said, "Relax, we are all friends here," and kissed me again. I relaxed then maybe too much, kissing her back and running my hand up to her right breast gripping it firmly through her dress. As she broke the kiss I thought she was pissed, and then she smiled, not saying a word led me off the floor to a room to the side. It seemed more like a closet but bigger. No more had she shut the door Susan was on me, kissing and pulling at my clothes, it set a fire in me and I helped her and pulled at hers, till she spoke, "I need your cock now!" OK, so I am at a fancy dinner with a hot older woman that has been fucking my brains out for the past few days and now I am in a closet with her friend getting naked while she is in the other room, what the hell am I thinking? I am not, I am just enjoying myself, and I am not going to stop now! By now Susan was naked as was I, she dropped to her knees and sucked me down to the balls. She slurped me and gripped my sac till I thought I would pop, but she knew and stopped. Standing we kissed and I felt her firm tits, not as big as Angie's but firm, hot and large nipples. I took time to suck them as I reached down to feel her pussy. What I found was one hot wet hole, ready for cock. I spun her around and pushed deep inside her till she let out a low deep groan. I pumped her slow at first then felt her hand rubbing her clit, so I increased my speed and reaching up gripped her tits. Her breathing was heavy and I was close, so I stood up grabbed her hips and started to slam into her hard. She was closer then I thought and pushing back on me harder having a thunderous orgasm. As she bucked several time more on me I could not hold out any longer, and she knew it, she pulled off me spun around and took my dick in her mouth as I shot my load. She was good, did not miss a drop. As I caught my breath she licked me till I was clean then dipped her fingers in her honey pot, she shared her nectar with me. We cleaned each other up and dressed then walked back to the table. Angie was not there and I got worried, but Susan touched my leg and told me it was fine. She then showed me that there was champagne at the table and three glasses, as she poured the glasses full Angie arrived at the table and kissed Susan full on the lips, smiled and kissed me also. As she sat down she said, "You both taste so good!" We all took our glasses and Angie looked at Susan and said' "See I told you he was good." I did not know if I should be shocked, scared or thrilled, but they both seemed happy. The three of us drank champagne quickly then Angie said it was time to go. Susan kissed us both and disappeared as Angie took me by hand and led me to the door, getting her coat she talked to the doorman then we walked out. I knew I could not drive and she was to drunk also, so as the hummer pulled up I said, Handyman Ch. 03 Previously in Handyman. Andy, a student home for his summer holidays, has started work as a handyman for the Hall's, his mother's employers and landlords. However, right from the start, Mrs. Hall has made it quite clear that she wants Andy for far more than his skills as a handyman. She now 'owns' Andy and her 'ownership' is symbolised by the name-tag at the end of the chain attached to a ring around his genitals and, if he fails to follow her capricious demands he is liable to be punished severely. However, imagine his surprise when he finds that being owned by the Halls runs in the family and his mother has an identical name tag attached to a chain hanging from her groin. To give them time to talk things over Mrs Hall has padlocked these chains together leaving them with barely fifteen inches of freedom between Andy's genitals to his mother's groin. Despite Andy's initial misgivings he talked things over with his mother and has agreed, for the moment, to see what tomorrow may bring. But the big questions still remain: how far out of his comfort zone will Andy be forced to go and how much will he like it when he gets there? Now read on I woke the next morning with a full bladder and a raging erection. "Mum, mum, wake up, I need the loo." "Well just go then, I'm not stopping you... oh, god... yes I am, aren't I. Come along, let's see if we can get out of this bed without causing each other a serious injury." Getting out of the bed proved even harder than getting into it. Mum suggested that she lay on top of me so that we could slide down the bed together. It was then that she discovered my erection and, as my stiff prick was crushed between us, it was about as awkward as it could be. Once we got to the bit where my butt was all but hanging over the edge we carefully manoeuvred until, with only a few gentle tugs on the chain, we were both standing up. Then it was time for our sideways dance together as we made our way to the bathroom. As we had found the previous night, going to the toilet while chained together was far from straightforward. Standing up was out of the question and, when either one of us was sat the other either had to squat uncomfortably or, better still, sit on the knees of the one actually using the toilet. It certainly didn't leave any room for privacy or modesty. The rest of our morning ablutions were just a matter of taking care although, while I was shaving and mum was putting on her makeup, we could only get to the mirror by peering over the other's shoulder. I told her I couldn't understand why she needed makeup in the first place but she just replied that men didn't understand. Being chained together precluded any clothing below the waist. However, in the interim we put on dressing gowns so that, apart from the fact we had to stand so close together, the rest of the morning was surprisingly normal. We went down to the kitchen where we ate a couple of slices of toast and drank our coffee standing up. And then it was almost seven thirty and time to meet Mrs. Hall. We shuffled around the house collecting some clean clothes which mum put in a carrier bag. However, before leaving the house, mum suggested that we should leave our dressing gowns behind. Given Mrs Hall's delight in embarrassing us this sounded like good sense so, naked once again, it was time to resume the dance as we made our way back to the stables. Mrs Hall was stood at the top of the drive waiting for us and she seemed girlishly delighted to watch us as we approached. "There you are, my little toy boy and his mum! You do look so sweet together. I do hope you had a good night." "Yes, thank you, Ma'am," mum replied. I let her answer for both of us. "And the chain is still fully in place? Let me see. Ah, perfect. I know Andy was a little upset but I was sure it would work out in the end. It almost seems a shame to free you both, you look so good together. How about I let you stay like that a little longer, the rest of the morning perhaps... Oh, your faces! What a picture! Was it really so bad? Let this be a warning to you to be on your behaviour or you'll be spending another night like this." She took a key from her pocket and, once she unlocked the chains, mum and I were able to step apart for first time since the end of the pony show. "There you go. Now, Andy, I want this place spotless by the time I return and Leslie, Master will require breakfast at eight thirty as usual. Bye!" As Mrs Hall headed back to the house mum and I went to the tack room to get dressed. Yesterday's dirty clothes were consigned to the plastic bag that mum had used to bring the clean stuff in. I couldn't help but notice that her entire outfit consisted of her dress and shoes. Like me she was not allowed underwear. At first nothing was different. Mum went off to start on the Hall's breakfast, I tidied up in the stables. At nine o'clock Mrs Hall came down for her ride and nothing could have been more normal. Well, normal if you allow for her finding fault with my work and giving me six of the best with the riding crop, but that was pretty normal by then. However, come mid-morning I found out just how much everything had changed. It started when I received a text from Mr Hall asking me to come up to his study to discuss plans for renovating some of the outhouses. This had been an ongoing project of his and, at first, I thought nothing of it. But, as I approached his office I could hear mum's voice. Mostly it was just animal grunting but the words 'please, master, harder, harder' were clear enough. I thought of turning and running away but my curiosity got the better of me and, when I got to the open door of his office and looked in, there she was, bent over his desk, her dress bunched up around her waist while Mr Hall took her from behind. I gasped and both of them looked up and saw me. "I'll come back later." "For heaven's sake, boy, I thought we'd got past all of that. Come on in, this won't take long." And all the while he never missed a stroke. I stood at the door, dithering. "Dammit, boy, I thought I gave you an order. Come in and close the door." I went and stood next to the desk where, appalled but also fascinated, I could indeed see everything. He wasn't just fucking my mother from behind, he was taking her anally and I could clearly see the lube glistening as his prick slid back and forth in and out of my mother's sphincter. At least he was wearing a condom. With her left hand, my mother was holding herself steady by gripping the far side of the desk; meanwhile her right was tucked up underneath her. When Mr Hall pulled back I noticed that this was because she had reached up under her dress and she was playing with herself. "Doesn't she look beautiful? There's nothing like a willing arse, wide open and waiting!" "Willing?" I questioned. Mr Hall looked at me exasperated. "I think this might be easier if you knew exactly what's the script here. Girl, why don't you tell him?" "This is my reward," mum gasped. "My reward for being a good little pony last night." "And what exactly is your reward?" "To be fucked up the arse." "You love that, don't you? Tell the boy exactly what you love about it." "I love feeling Master's big fat prick shoved up my tight arsehole. I like it when he takes me hard, so hard, oh yes, like that, thank you, Master, thank you for your prick... your prick in my... please, Master, I want to feel you come, please come in my arse, please..." In front of my eyes, as Mr Hall pounded into her, my mum reached a long shuddering climax and it wasn't long after that before she got her wish and he too came, grunting as he shoved himself in as deep as he could. After a moment or two to get their breath back, Mr Hall withdrew and, as he did so, he reached for some tissues from a box on his desk and, having taken a couple, he passed them to me. "Wipe up for me, will you?" I realised that this apparent request was actually an order so, rather gingerly, I mopped up the excess lube where it oozed down the inside of mum's legs. She wiggled the fingers of the hand she had been using to diddle herself so I passed her a tissue which meant that I was spared wiping down her actual vagina. "All done?" Mr Hall asked as he zipped up his fly. "Yes, thank you, sir." mum replied as she got back to her feet and smoothed out her dress. "I'll just go and finish cleaning up." "Thank you, girl. Lunch at one, OK?" As mum curtseyed and left the room he turned to me. "About the barn. I'm expecting the wood and paint to be delivered around eleven. Here's the list," He searched around his desk and handed me a sheet of paper. "Can you ensure they haven't forgotten anything? Barkers are normally pretty reliable put it always pays to check." And then I guess he saw the look on my face. "Oh, for heaven's sake, boy, I really am not the monster that you appear to think I am. Everyone here is a fully consenting adult." "But that's my mum." "Yes, I know, and a very sexy young woman she is too. And, if she enjoys a bit of anal sex now and then, are you really such a prude as to stand in the way of her enjoyment? Judging by the way you're more than willing to have sex with my wife I'd say there was more than a whiff of hypocrisy here. You think about that while you're waiting for Barkers." And, as I worked around the barn I was, indeed, preoccupied by what had just happened. I couldn't lose the image of Mr. Hall's well lubricated prick sliding in and out of my mother's backside. Nor could I forget her urging him to 'come in her arse'; mothers don't use that sort of language! But Mr Hall was right, she was quite evidently a willing participant and was there really that much difference between what they did and what Mrs. Hall did to me. But mostly I was still having problems with getting my mind around the fact that my mother loved sex, let alone anal sex. And Mr Hall wasn't the only one who seemed to want to push mum and me together. When I received the all but inevitable summons to the poolside that afternoon I found not only Mrs Hall but Sandra and the woman I only knew as 'Tubby', George's pony from the show. "Ah, here he is! Twinkletoes!" Sandra exclaimed. "Come on, boy, get your kit off." I glanced across at Mrs Hall who nodded so, on her instructions, I took off my tee shirt, shed my trainers and stepped out of my shorts. Sandra beckoned me closer and, as I knew I couldn't ask for approval for every one of Sandra's requests so I went and stood next to her sun lounger. With her left hand Sandra grabbed my chain and pulled me closer, with the fingers of her right hand she took my prick and played sweet music. "Isn't he a splendid addition to our little stable? It makes such a pleasant change to have some fresh blood around the place. Don't you agree Mel?" "Yeah, it's nice to see someone different although some of us have seen more of him than others." "Well, you would have seen more if you hadn't spent the entire evening down on your knees." "Please, Sandra!" "Only joking. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Oops, I forgot, your 'Master' doesn't allow you to wear knickers, does he?" Mel blushed furiously and even I could see that Sandra's barbs were hitting home. "And, seeing as how your rightful place is down on your knees giving blow jobs," Sandra continued, "why don't you sort Twinkletoes out. Give him a quick gobble, a nice little reward for being so good yesterday." "Seeing as how you're the one he was so good to maybe you should be the one giving the gobble." "But, Mel dear, you're the expert." "Oh, I'd never cede that title when there's a slut from Mere Park around. I mean, look at you. The poor lad has hardly been in the room thirty seconds and you're giving him a hand job!" This time it was Sandra's time to seethe and, I'll admit, I looked at her in a different light. If Sandra really did come from Mere Park then she came from one of the biggest estates in town, the one with all the social issues. It would appear that this little trophy wife had a past she would rather forget. "If you two have quite finished I have a better idea," Mrs. Hall cut across them both. "I agree with Sandra. He was a well behaved little pony last night and a blow job might be a suitable reward but, if you two are going to squabble over exactly who does it then that takes the fun out of things. Seeing as how you two can't play nice maybe we ought to draw lots. Agreed?" "That sounds fair." "OK by me." "Hang on a second then...," she pulled out her phone from her bag and speed dialled a number. "Hi, it's me. Can you bring a pack of playing cards to the pool, please?" A minute or so later my mother appeared and handed a pack of cards to Mrs Hall. She looked over to where I was standing, saw Sandra still playing with my prick and gave me a smile. "Thank you. Perhaps you could cuff and blindfold the boy. And, Sandra, for god's sake leave him alone or he'll shoot his load before we're ready." As Mrs Hall took the cards out of their box and shuffled them my mother came over to where I was standing and took from me the cuffs and blindfold. As I stood there she fastened my hands behind my back and fitted the blindfold. "Right, everybody, just to make sure everyone understands, we're cutting the pack to see who gives the boy a blow job. Aces high, bridge order, highest card wins, or should that be loses. Oh, and shh! I don't want the boy knowing which one of us it is. Don't go away, Leslie, you get a card as well." There was a certain amount of hushed giggling as, presumably, they cut and compared cards. Finding out who it was that had won just increased the giggling and, shortly after, I sensed someone kneeling down in front of me, fingers held my prick and then I felt a tongue playing with my glans. Of course I couldn't help but speculate on just who it was who had my prick in her mouth but her obvious expertise was working wonders and, even if it were my mum, nature was going to take its course. It had been quite a while since the last time Mrs Hall had allowed me to come and Sandra had wound me up like a clock spring. I'd have had to have been made of stone not to respond. In short, she had barely got started before I could feel the spunk boiling in my balls, feel the pressure rising, rising until I could no longer contain it and, time and time again, I spurted everything I'd got deep into her mouth. I even got a smattering of ironic applause. Whilst the urgency of the fellatio died back and my erection subsided, whomever it was seemed keen to taste, and swallow, every drop and I was completely flaccid when, finally, she stopped. But it was only when she had completely finished and got back to her feet that the blindfold was removed. I stood there blinking, my wrists still secured, looking at the four women and wondering which one of them had done the deed. "Marks out of ten?" Mrs Hall asked. "I wouldn't like to say, Miss." "Oh, don't be coy." "It's just that... that's the first blow job I've ever had so I've nothing to compare it to." "Your first blow job, how sweet! Well, we've finished with you now. Off you trot. Leslie, see him out, will you?" My mother picked up my discarded clothes and shepherded me to the door. Once outside she kissed me on the cheek and unfastened my wrists. "Mum!" "What? Can't I kiss my boy on the cheek?" "Depends where else you've been kissing me. Was that you back in there? Was it you who gave me the blow job?" "I promised I wouldn't tell so, maybe it was and maybe it wasn't. Anyway, does it really make that much difference? Think of it as having been done by all four of us. Now, off you go. I've got things to do in the kitchen. And that was how it continued for the next few days. It wasn't that Mr and Mrs Hall were blatantly trying to force us together; it was more that they saw no reason to hide who did what to whom. It became quite normal for me to see mum being rogered by Mr Hall or for her to be around while Mrs Hall was playing her games with me. Gradually it became easier to accept that she was a woman who liked sex, and kinky sex at that, and, within our little circle, saw no reason to hide it. Similarly I was getting used to the idea of my mother knowing that I too enjoyed things kinky. I no longer had to hide from her when I was naked from the waist down or wearing the butt plug or simply had red stripes across my arse from a caning. It was Mrs Hall who pushed things to the next level and, I have to acknowledge, she was pretty crafty in the way that she did it. It was mid-afternoon on a scorching hot day and I was working naked from the waist down when I received a text ordering me not to the poolside but to the stables. Even as I approached I could hear the sounds of something pretty extreme and, before I had even entered the stables, Mrs Hall came out towards me. "She's in there," she said. "Look after her, will you?" I went into the stables and, there, stark naked and with her wrists held high over her head by a chain hung over one of the beams, was my mother. She was gagged which cut down a lot of her cries and a spreader bar between her ankles restricted her movements but, even so, she was obviously in some distress and it took a moment or two to work out why. The first thing I noticed was that her breasts and groin were coved in a bright red rash. Indeed, I was so fixated on this that it was only when she motioned with her head towards the table standing next to her that I saw the bunch of stinging nettles and the thick, industrial gloves. The rash was actually nettle rash. No wonder she was so disturbed. At first I looked to let her down but the chains holding her wrists were padlocked to her cuffs and I didn't have the key. It was the same story when I looked at the spreader bar. I wasn't sure there was anything much I could do and, at first, I just stood there feeling helpless. Meanwhile mum was all but screaming and kept looking towards the table so I looked again and saw, half hidden by the nettles, a large tube of antihistamine cream. At last the penny dropped. I used the gloves to push the nettles away, took the tube, squeezed a large dollop of cream out onto my hand and smoothed it over the rash on my mother's breasts. Mum's reaction was a mixture of relief and exasperation. Through the gag she was trying to tell me something which came out as 'ot y ests, y unt' and, after a while, I realised that what she was saying was 'not my breasts, my cunt. If her breasts were sore then how much more so the sensitive flesh of her groin. I squeezed out some more cream from the tube and set to work on her inner thighs and lower belly. It was like flicking a switch. As soon as my hand touched her pubic mound she started to rub herself against it. What started as my smoothing cream on her groin soon turned into her humping my hand. While her gag meant I couldn't decipher what she was saying her body language spoke volumes. She needed to come and she needed to come hard. If, at any point, I lessened the pressure of my hand she would thrust her hips towards me in a desperate attempt to stay with it. It would have been cruel beyond words to have stopped, rather I responded by pushing back until I was holding her so hard that my fingers were forced deep inside her and I was all but lifting her off the ground. This was exactly what she wanted and, as she rode my hand so she rubbed her breasts against my chest. It was clear my job was to be there for her, to be the source of friction for the orgasm she so urgently needed. When she finally came it was as if a storm had broken within her. This was far from the first time I had seen my mother reach orgasm but this had to be the most intense, the most dramatic and the most devastating I had witnessed. What is more, previously I had been merely a spectator; this time I was an active participant. It was my fingers deep inside her as wave after wave washed through her body and it was the palm of my hand that she ground her clitoris against. Handyman Ch. 03 Time and time again she seemed to climax, time and time again she seemed to peak and then recede until she reached the wave that would not break and her face was a picture of pure ecstasy. For a dozen heartbeats she hung there, lost in the mists of blissful rapture until, finally, she really could take no more. The final wave had broken and, replete and exhausted, she hung by her wrists like a limp rag. I removed my hand from her groin but still held her tightly so as to ease the weight on her wrists. "Are you OK?" I asked. She lifted her head and simply smiled a smile of of one completely lost on cloud nine. However, the rash on her breasts was still red and sore so I squeezed another dollop of the cream onto my fingers and returned to soothing it over her flesh. I had to be careful. Her nipples were still far too sensitive for me to touch them and, similarly, I had to work around her groin but, even so, I could tell that she appreciated what I was doing. Slowly mum came back to normal. She was able to take her weight on her feet and no longer hung by her wrists which, even with the best padded cuffs, can pull the shoulders every which way. I stopped putting the cream on her breasts and groin, found a cool damp cloth, and gently mopped her brow. If having her hump my hand had been raw, urgent, animal sex then this was something very different. Slowly, gently, lovingly, I wiped off the perspiration that the sex had left behind and, as I eased the cloth across her skin, I could tell she loved it as much as I did. I was still at it when Mrs Hall reappeared. "All OK here?" she asked as she slackened off the chain that held mum's wrists. "Here, let me free you up." As Mrs Hall unfastened the locks mum rolled her shoulders to loosen them up. "It's been a while since I did nettles," Mrs. Hall said conversationally. "Clive used to do it to me all the time but, nowadays..." "It's a bit intense," mum replied. "Yeah, but when you come you come like an express train. Did Andy look after you properly?" "It took him a moment or two to work out what was going on but, after that, he was fine, weren't you, honey?" I just blushed. "Good enough for a reward?" "I would say so." "Judging by the state of that," Mrs. Hall pointed at my prick which was, as ever, poking out from under the hem of my tee shirt, "I think a quick wank might be in order. OK?" "It does seem a waste not to use a prick as stiff as that. Thank you, Ma'am." Mum came over, stood beside me, put her left arm around my shoulder, reached down with her right and took my prick in her hand. I just stood there speechless as she worked her magic and Mrs. Hall looked on, amused. Part of me still wanted to rebel. Part of me still thought it as wrong that it should be my mother's hand which was arousing me so but those barriers were crumbling fast. Anyway, my mum was no novice and, whatever my thoughts on the subject, my prick was going to come whether I liked it or not. In the end Mrs. Hall had to all but jump out of the way as the spunk shot from me as my mother milked me dry. "Say thank you," Mrs. Hall admonished. "Thank you, mum." "And I thank you." Mum gave me a peck on the cheek and disappeared with Mrs. Hall towards the tack room where her dress was waiting. It was quite late that night by the time mum came home from work. I had already made my own evening meal and was sat in front of the telly watching some rubbish or other when she came into the lounge with her own meal and sat down beside me. At first we just watched the telly together but, more and more, there was a question that was really bugging me. "Mum, are you OK with all this?" "All what?" "That nettle thing seemed a bit much." "That nettle thing, as you put it, is about as intense as it comes but, trust me on this, when the orgasm hits it hits like an express train. It's not the same for you boys, your bits don't work the same way but my tits have been throbbing all afternoon and, as for down there..." She reached down and rubbed her groin, "I've come three times this afternoon and I'm still as horny as an alley cat in heat." "Mum! Too much information!" "I thought we'd got past all that or do I still have to pretend I live like some sort of nun?" "It's not that, nor is it just the nettles, it's... you and me... it's one thing us both getting involved with the Halls but it's looking more and more like we're getting involved with each other." "Is this a problem for you?" "It's a bit close to incest." "It's a lot close to incest but look at it this way: as long as everyone involved is over eighteen and fully consenting then where's the harm? I don't seem to remember you complaining when I was giving you a hand job back in the stables. Judging by results it looked like you quite enjoyed it. Am I right?" She turned towards me and ran her hand along my thigh. Of course my prick jumped to attention, especially when her fingers started to play there as well. "I know it's a bit unusual but I rather like being so close to my son." "As long as everyone is over eighteen and fully consenting? That leaves it a bit open. Is there anything you won't do?" "Of course there are, lots of things. Kiddies and animals for starters but as neither can give consent they're both off limits anyway. On a more mundane level I'm not the world's biggest fan of rubber but that's just a personal thing. Look, there are three magic words, safe, sane and consensual. After that it's just a matter of taste." "A matter of taste...," I echoed. "And does everyone else feel this way? What if Mr. Hall ordered you to something you didn't want to do?" "Everyone involved, and that includes the Halls and their friends, agrees on this one. They have to otherwise we wouldn't let them get involved. If anyone, anyone at all, is not happy with what is going on then all they have to do is say so and no one will think any the worse of them. Anyway, given the enthusiastic way you've joined in everything else, you didn't seem to mind so much." "I don't remember being given such a choice when Mrs. Hall chained us together." "She didn't say you couldn't cut the chain, just that there would be consequences. Anyway, we both knew you just needed a little nudge to get past your squeamishness. I bet you're glad now I that stopped you from cutting it, aren't you?" "I guess so." She gave me a smile and, all the while, her fingers were stroking the ever growing bulge in my shorts. "Now, by the look of things," she continued, "all this talk has got you a little tense. How about I give you a blow job before bed?" "Blow job? Are you serious?" Mum just smiled and licked her lips. "Problem is, I'm not sure that's allowed. Mrs Hall doesn't let me 'play with her property' as she puts it." "But, if she did allow it?" Mum put her arm around my shoulder and continued to stoke the bulge in my shorts. I was flummoxed. I still hadn't completely got my head around the whole incest thing. It was one thing to have sex with your mother when ordered to do so by Mrs Hall and something completely different to do so when it was just the two of us together on the sofa. However, as mum had said, where's the harm? If mum didn't mind then why should I? It didn't help that, if the decision had been purely down to my prick, then it would have been an emphatic 'yes'. I couldn't find the words to explain all this so I just sat there, wondering whether I should push her off or open up my fly. "Not so sure, are you? Well, if you're not sure I'm not going to push it. Maybe it's a good thing that Sally Hall won't let you. It gets you off the hook. Still, seeing as how you had a pretty good wank just this afternoon you can't be too pent up. I'm off to bed. Care to join me?" "What!" "I've still got an itch that needs scratching and could do with a good, hard fuck. Just joking, honey. Unless, of course..." She saw the look on my face. "Oh, well, if you won't join me I guess I'll have to settle for my trusty vibrator!" As she headed for the door she gave a seductive wiggle of her hips that made the skirt of her maid's uniform swing. My jaw dropped. Had she really suggested that we go to bed together? That night, lying alone in my bed, keeping my hands off my prick was the hardest thing ever. "I hear you've been a good little boy," Mrs. Anderson announced as she arrived at the tack room ready to put on her riding boots. "I'm sorry, I don't..." "You mother tells me you turned down a blow job because you felt I wouldn't allow it," she explained. "I wasn't sure..." "And so you didn't. As I said, such a good little boy. I suppose you reckon you deserve a reward." "No, no, of course not." "Such a convincing liar. Now come along. I haven't got all morning." She sat on the chair and I fetched out her newly polished riding boots and knelt down before her. I took off her shoes but, before I could fit her riding boots, she rested her stockinged foot on my groin and wiggled her toes. "Are you going to tell me you weren't tempted?" "I was a bit." "I bet you were. Now don't move and don't make a sound." She moved the sole of her foot in circles pushing down on my increasingly swollen prick. God, she knew how to press my buttons. It wasn't just the pressure on my prick, it was the symbolism of it all with me knelt there, knees open, silent and motionless as she, quite literally, ground me beneath her foot. It wasn't long before I could feel myself starting to lose control. I wasn't sure what she wanted, whether this was a reward or just a tease, but that was fast becoming moot. In the end even staying still and silent was beyond me. I really couldn't stop myself. I thrust my groin forward and a deep groan of pleasure escaped my throat as my prick exploded. Mrs. Anderson just looked down, smiling, as I came and came and came. "If you've quite finished maybe we can get on with putting my boots on," she said mock crossly, "and, for heaven's sake, see if you can avoid getting your mess all over them." Taking care to avoid the ever growing sticky mess around the crotch of my shorts I fitted her boots. Once done it amused Mrs. Anderson to have me bring Flashdance from his stall while still wearing my now sodden shorts and with the results of my orgasm dripping down my thighs. As she rode off into the paddock her final words were "and for god's sake clean yourself up." The net result of all this was that I was, once again, working naked below the waist and I was still dressed like that later on that morning when Mr. Anderson arrived to discuss the work on the barn. We were busy stood together planning which bits to tackle next when I heard a car pull up in the drive. Naturally I moved away from the open door of the barn. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass both myself and the Halls by being discovered wandering around half naked. Mr. Anderson, on the other hand, called out "Cassie, darling, over here, in the barn" and the next thing I saw was his daughter by his first wife racing up to him and giving him a hug. I felt more than a bit awkward standing there wearing no more than a tee shirt and trainers but, as Mr. Anderson didn't seem to be concerned, I guessed it was OK. At first Cassie didn't even know I was there as she was so busy greeting her father. As I watched it struck me that this greeting was a little more intimate than you would expect between father and daughter and when Mr. Anderson's hand disappeared up beneath Cassie's skirt it looked like it was going to get even more intimate. At this point Cassie looked over Mr. Anderson's shoulder and finally noticed me. "Hello, Andy, good to see you. It's been a while," she said, stepping back from her father. "Hello, Miss Hall. How's life in London." "London's absolutely wonderful but what's with all this Miss Hall nonsense? Call me Cassie, we're old friends, aren't we? Come over here and let me have a look at you." 'Old friends' was pushing it a bit. Sure, we were far from strangers as, although she lived with her mother, I'd met her on the numerous occasions when she was visiting. However, we had never been close; she was five years older than me and had had always been the rich man's daughter while I was merely the maid's son. That hadn't stopped me lusting after her and, as she stood there in a light summer dress short enough to show every inch of her gorgeous legs, she still looked good enough to eat. Rather self-consciously I went over and stood in front of her. Of course, the first thing she did was reach down and take hold of the chain around my prick and balls. "By the look of things we're going to be very good friends indeed. Hmm... 'Property of the Halls'," she read from the dog tag at the end of the chain. "Does that mean you belong to me as well?" "Of course, dear," Mr. Anderson replied for me. "He belongs to all of us." "Oh, goody! We are going to have fun. Make a change from all those fat boring businessmen you normally have hanging around." She reached down and stroked my prick until I was fully erect. "Shame we haven't got time to play now but I've got Patches patiently waiting outside in his horse box and I need to get him settled in the stables as soon as possible." "Off you go then. Andy can give you a hand. He's done enough in here for the day." Cassie kept hold of the chain and used it to lead me out into the yard where her horse, Patches, was indeed, waiting patiently in the trailer attached to Cassie's Range Rover. We went round to the back and all thought of sexual play was forgotten as, together, we lowered the ramp and led Patches out and towards the stables. "So, are you the latest recruit to daddy's little harem?" Cassie asked as we sorted out some fresh hay and filled the manger. "Harem?" "Yeah, harem, with daddy as the Grand Poobah and us lot as willing concubines pandering to his every pleasure." "I guess it's a bit like that, but it was Mrs. Anderson, not Mr. Anderson, who got me into it." "Oh, Sally's chief concubine, make no mistake about that, but it's daddy who pulls the strings. Ever since dad made his first million he's surrounded himself with willing people who will play along with his games." "And are you a willing concubine who plays along with his games?" "Looks that way, doesn't it." She gave me a big smile. "Now, that's Patches settled down. Next thing on the list is to find Sally and tell her I'm here." "I think she's off in town getting her hair done." "Oh, well, I'll have to catch her later. In which case I think I'll go upstairs, unpack and settle in. Come along, you can carry the bags." We went back out to the car and retrieved two heavy suitcases from the back and her handbag from the passenger seat. She took her handbag and I took the cases and, together, we went towards the house. It was mum who opened the door and Cassie greeted her almost as warmly as she had greeted her father. "How's the sexiest MILF in town?" Cassie asked once they had broken from their initial hug. "Still pretty sexy. And how's my Cassie?" "All raring to go." "I've made up your bed and put some clean towels in the en-suite. If you need anything else just give me a shout." "I was going to have a shower. Care to join me?" "I'd love to but I'm right in the middle of cooking." "Aww! Meanie" "You'll just have to wait. After all, you're up for a week, aren't you?" "That's right, I'm here 'till next Thursday. Better get on. Andy's arms must be stretched to the limit." They turned to where I stood still patiently holding the suitcases. "You could always take him into the shower," mum suggested. "It's different with boys; they're all pokey-grabby whereas girls are more gentle and loving but, if you can't make it..." "It's your choice. He's available if you want him. Now, get along with you. I've got cooking to do. Bye!" Mum disappeared off towards the kitchen and I followed Cassie up the stairs. I was struggling a bit with the cases which meant that she was several steps ahead of me and the view from behind was entrancing. "Can you put that suitcase on the bed and that one over there," she said once we had got to her room. I did as she asked and, when I turned back she had already kicked off her shoes and was asking me to help with the zipper down the back of her dress. As she shrugged it off she revealed that she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. She saw me gawping and struck a pose. "Do you like what you see?" She gave a little twirl. "You're stunning." "Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Take off your tee shirt and lose the trainers. Let's see the rest of you." I was a lot more self-conscious as I took off my trainers and tee shirt but soon enough I ended up completely naked. Cassie looked me up and down as if weighing something up. "Come on, let's have a shower but I'm in charge, OK?" "Of course, Miss Ha... er... Cassie." She led me into the en-suite which had an open shower. It took a couple of moments to get the water temperature right and then she pulled me under and we stood face to face as the water cascaded over us. She reached for a plastic bottle and handed it to me. "You can start by washing my hair." I squeezed some of the shampoo into the palm of my hand and reached for her head. I wasn't used to washing long hair so I had to recharge the shampoo a couple of times before I could work up a good lather. Remembering what she had said about poking and grabbing I tried to be as sensuous as I could and I seemed to be doing something right as she took the bottle from me and started in on my hair. Naturally we were standing toe to toe and, naturally, our bodies were pressed together and, naturally, my prick was rubbing against her belly. I resisted the urge to do anything about it and simply concentrated on washing first her hair and then her body as she, in return, did mine. "Someone's enjoying himself," she laughed as she soaped my fully erect prick. "It's not hard to enjoy this." "No, it's not, is it. Put your right foot forward, yes, like that." With my foot forward she could straddle my thigh. She put her arms around my neck and started to grind herself against my leg. I just held her, as much for support as anything else and watched as her movements got more and more fevered. "Don't. You. Dare. Move." She grunted through gritted teeth. "Oh, god, oh, yes, oh please..." I ended up taking her full weight on my thigh as she all but hung from my neck. She gave a massive sigh as her whole body went into spasm as her orgasm crashed through her. And then, weak as a kitten, she hung there breathing deeply as she came back down to earth. "Thank you, thank you, that was pretty wonderful" she muttered in my ear. I just concentrated on holding her up. And then, with a shudder, she seemed to pull herself back together and, for the first time in a while, I was no longer taking any of her weight. "Ooh, lovely. That's me sorted, what about you?" "I'm fine," I lied. "No you're not fine at all. Let me..." She knelt down and took my prick in her hands. She looked up, gave me a massive smile, and then put my prick in her mouth. She was wonderful, she was glorious, she was fantastic. Or maybe I was just so sexually wound up that I was more than ready for the beautiful music her mouth was playing with my prick. In no time I could feel the spunk boiling in my balls, I could feel the pressure reaching critical, I could feel the dam about to burst. "I can't hold back much longer," I gasped but she just reached for my hips and pulled me closer. That was it, that was the trigger, the spunk shot from me but she didn't stop for a second. Just like the mystery women from a few days previously she seemed determined to take everything I could give, to swallow it down, to savour every drop. Handyman Ch. 03 "That's better," she said getting back to her feet. "That's both of us sorted out." She shut down the shower and reached for the towels, handing me one. We dried off and returned to her room to get dressed, well, as dressed as you can be in the tee shirt and trainers that was all that I was allowed. I was still doing up my laces when there was a knock on the door and, when Cassie replied, Mrs. Hall entered the room. "Cassie darling, lovely to see you. Leslie said I'd find you up here." "Just having a quick shower." "So I see. I do hope the boy was satisfactory." "He was fine." "Excellent. Off you go, Andy, I'll call you if I need you. Now, Cassie, have I told you about..." And, with that, I was dismissed. They were so busy chatting together I'm not even sure they noticed me leaving the room. Handyman Ch. 03 "I can't drive." The valet said, "We will see you home safely," and opened the back door for us. We got in the back and he drove us home, parking in the garage and letting us out. He then handed me the keys and said, "Goodnight sir," and walked out the door to an awaiting car. The garage door closed as Angie walked into the house. Angie asked me to get a bottle of champagne and glasses and bring them up to bed, and then she turned dropping her dress to the floor and walked off naked but for her heels. I loved watching her walk away like that, her tight round ass and the way she would strut got me hard every time. I undid my jacket and shirt then went to the kitchen to get the champagne and glasses. Heading upstairs I picked up her dress and tossed it over my shoulder and could smell her perfume on it. I did not realize till then how much I liked it. I made my way up the steps and upon passing a bathroom thought I would relive myself and freshen up before going in to her. I did so quickly and as I walked into the bedroom to find the lights were very dim, before she had the lights up, she liked to watch. I made my way to the end of the bed and undressed, seeing her stir under the sheets and hearing slight muffled moans, I was thinking she was warming up as it may be. I made my way to the head of the bed and slowly pulled down the sheets only to find feet. What game was she up to now? As I explored further I was stunned to find her on top of another body, then when she looked up at me I saw it was a woman. Angie sat up and pulled the sheets back clicking the remote for the lights increasing them so we could see. There she sat naked in bed with her face soaked and then I saw who she was with, it was Susan! They both smiled and giggled from the look on my face till Angie said, "We like pussy too!" This was going to be a long night!