4 comments/ 31400 views/ 4 favorites Discovering Hannah's Secret By: karlosfandango Annoyed, no annoyed wasn't the right word -- fuming, better but still not enough -- totally bloody pissed off, now that sums up exactly how I felt when my general manager finished giving me the good news of what I was due to be doing for the rest of the week in work. I had turned up for work as usual on Wednesday morning expecting a day much like any other. I work for a large country stores outlet in the heart of the Devon countryside as a gunsmith. It may seem an unusual occupation but as a farmers' son I had been around shotguns and air rifles ever since I could remember and the careers officer at school arranged an apprenticeship in a gun shop when I left at 16. I spent the next 10 years learning and mastering my craft until our little shop was bought out by a major chain of country stores and I was employed in their gun room as their in-house gunsmith. Gordon was sat in front of me and had just finished explaining how Ivan, our lorry driver, had broken his ankle the previous evening slipping from his cab in our yard after the days deliveries. He continued to ramble on about how there were no agency drivers available this week due to it being August and the middle of the holiday season, how store deliveries were of paramount importance for a profitable business, how several of the 40 shop employees could drive our 3 pickups for small deliveries but no one had a Heavy Goods Vehicle licence for the 26 tonner -- no one that is except me! The bombshell! Of course! I had never made any secret of the fact that I held a Class 1 lorry licence, I had passed my lorry test as soon as I was old enough just to help dad out around the farm, it went together with the tractor, forklift, telehandler and cherry picker licences I also held -- to be fair there wasn't a vehicle I could think of that I didn't have a licence for. And that was it. Gordon said he had already spoken to Matthew -- the manager of the gun room -- who had confirmed he could handle things whilst I took over the delivery driving for the remainder of the week. That was a laugh, I had a cabinet full of work pending, none of which he was qualified to deal with or even remotely competent to look at but he had assured Gordon he was going to placate the customers and Gordon had bought it. I couldn't get out of it so decided to make the best of a bad lot. Whilst Gordon arranged for the yard lads to load the lorry I headed to our workwear department for a change of clothes. The store staff wore a corporate 'uniform' of pale blue polo shirts and cargo trousers, but in the gun room the clients expected much more of a "country house gent" feel so I was in my usual outfit of a tweed jacket, tattersal shirt, dark brown corduroy trousers and oxblood brogues. I grabbed myself a pair of steel toecap boots as well as black cargo trousers & black polo shirt too as well as gloves, high visibility waistcoat & jacket (I was now just another one of the pod people) and booked it to the company account before making my way around to the yard. The warehouse guys had loaded three orders comprising 12 pallets of a wide range of feed, bedding and other products onto the stores' one year old Scania 94D 6x2 curtain sider. I grabbed the delivery notes from the yard manager, climbed into the cab and after inserting my digital tachograph card I put the first address into the sat-nav and headed out to a farm some 60 miles away. The sleeper cab of the truck was extremely comfortable and very well set out. Ivan had kept it meticulously tidy since he had been driving it. The run to the first drop, a sheep farm, went off without a hitch and my mood began to lift as I was unloaded by tractor having just needed to open and close my sheets. Job number 2 was an easy 40 mile trip to a large stables complex where again a lad on a forklift unloaded their pallets whilst I drank a welcome cup of tea provided by a very cute young stable lass wearing a little strappy top and figure hugging jodhpurs -- an added bonus. The route to job 3 was taking me back towards the store but in a meandering manner since I was now out in the sticks and negotiating often quite tight country lanes. I grabbed a proper truckers lunch at a roadside burger van -- a jumbo sausage and bacon roll with a big mug of tea -- and duly rested and refreshed I arrived at the cattle farm to be handed the keys to their shiny new telehandler and asked to unload myself & pop the full pallets into one of their barns. The day was honestly getting better and better and I was thoroughly enjoying the variety of people I was meeting as well as the conversation, cups of tea & warm August weather. I was back to the store by 2.30pm and figured that was it for the day but the yard manager handed me one more delivery note explaining this was a drop that had to be done today but was only 10 miles away. Just 3 pallets went on the wagon as I tried to get the sat-nav to give me directions but it kept rejecting the address. With no map book in the cab I headed into the store to see who had taken the order and if they could direct me. It was then that the day took another major downturn as I found it was Gordon's second-in-command who was responsible for the order. Why did it have to be Hannah, the store assistant-general manager, who I had to speak to! It was universally accepted that although she had only been in position for 6 months she was an utter and complete ball-breaker -- there was not a single member of staff who had failed to receive a bollocking for some perceived transgression or other. When she had tried it with me I had given just as good as I got since it had been yet another Malcolm cock-up I was getting grief for. The thing is though, if she did not have such a disagreeable temperament and rotten attitude every bloke in the place would be trying to spend as much time as they could around her rather than studiously avoiding her because she was gorgeous, not just gorgeous but Playboy or FHM centrefold gorgeous. She was around 5'7" tall with long slender legs, narrow hips and a tight little horse riders bum, all of which were always perfectly displayed in skin tight jeans or jodhpurs tucked into calf hugging riding boots. She too wore a corporate polo shirt but it seemed a size too small accentuating her tiny waist and incredible breasts -- all of us lads in work played the "guess the breasts" game, not terribly PC but a good laugh, and the consensus was that Hannah came in at an impressive 36C or D of firm love pillows but no one had even remotely come close to finding out for certain. She kept her blonde hair pulled back into a pony-tail that hung past her shoulders but her attractive lightly freckled face with its baby blue eyes was spoiled by a permanent frown. I reached her office door, took a deep breath and entered to find her on the phone so I popped back out until she summoned me in. There was no chance to fine-tune my bust assessment today as she was wearing a sleeveless gillet over her polo shirt. Unsurprisingly her attitude was abrupt & aggressive as usual, firstly over the fact that Ivan had the nerve to break an ankle (maybe he should have asked permission first?) and then that I could not find the address on sat-nav. It turned out that it was her stables the order was heading for and Ivan had a gate key -- disappointment number 2 for Hannah there then because if he did he had not left it with the lorry keys. She must have a spare key, I said, and she told me she did but had no intention of letting me risk losing it -- this was rapidly turning into me walking out of the office and going back to my workshop when out of the blue she announced she would come with me and open up the gate herself. This was such a bad idea as 2 minutes in the office with her had me wound up like a top and now she was saying we would be in each others' company for at least the next 2 hours -- one of us might not make it back alive! With that all decided I simply kept my mouth shut and headed back to the lorry and Hannah was not far behind. Apart from the directions I needed to get to the stables there was no other conversation. It wasn't that I didn't try but it was like getting blood from a stone so I gave up and concentrated on getting the job over and done with. No wonder the sat-nav couldn't find the place since it was buried in the middle of a woodland, miles off any sort of decent road but we arrived after about 25 minutes. Hannah jumped down from the cab to open the gate, ushering me through impatiently before immediately locking the gate behind us. I then followed her up the winding tree-lined lane to the stable yard, all the time admiring the way her hips and ass swayed alluringly as she walked along the uneven track. I jumped down and opened the sheet exposing the 3 pallets, one piled high with 20kg sacks of feed and two of sawdust bedding bales. I sliced the plastic wrap from the feed pallet, pulled the first one down and looked at Hannah for instructions as to where it was to go. Looking at me as if I were an idiot she pointed to a double door and told me it was the feed store and I was to put it all in there. I took the first bag in over my shoulder and stacked it with some identical bags then returned to the lorry. I was amazed to see Hannah sat back in the passenger seat of the cab fiddling with her mobile phone. There was no way I was dragging 3 tonnes of her feed by hand into the store room while she sat on her backside and I yanked the door open to tell her just that. There was a short argument where I told her that she helped or I was straight back to the store -- she yelled I couldn't do that but when I went around to the drivers' side and turned the ignition key she backed down and grudgingly got out. She might be annoying and disagreeable but she wasn't afraid of hard work, matching me bag for bag and bale for bale. We made short work of all three pallets getting warm quickly to the extent that Hannah shed the gillett giving me the opportunity to sneak the odd peek at her tremendous bust. As we got to the end of the last pallet the bales needed stacking on shelves accessed by clambering on straw bales -- as I walked in with the penultimate bale I was just in time to see the bale Hannah was standing on move suddenly, causing her to grab the shelf as her feet went in opposite directions leaving her dangling doing the splits. The sudden movement was also accompanied by a loud tearing sound as the entire rear seam of Hannah's tight jeans tore wide open and I was left looking at her black underwear. Then I realised, her underwear wasn't just black it was gloss black, shiny gloss black -- bloody hell, she was wearing black latex panties. My dick jumped to attention as my brain processed this fact then Hannah yelled at me to stop standing there like an idiot and help her. I rushed over, hopped up a couple of bales to throw an arm around her waist before lifting her gently down to the floor level. Rather than a thank you which would have been nice Hannah went hysterical and started yelling at me, calling me a pervert for standing there looking at her underwear rather than rushing to help her, before storming out of the feed store and into the building next door -- my temper flared and I followed just behind her shouting that it if anyone was the pervert it wasn't me for looking at her ass but rather her for having the rubber fetish. We had come into the tack room, full of riding equipment, and Hannah reached out for something on a table and swung around toward me raising her hand. I just had time to duck my head away from the backhanded sweep of a riding crop but when she tried a second strike I stepped inside the swing to grab her wrist and managed to wrench the crop from her grasp. Hannah released the crop but, unbalanced, she stumbled and fell forward over the padded arched top of an empty saddle stand. Without thinking I brought the crop down sharply three times onto the luscious curve of her perfectly presented denim and rubber-clad ass. I checked a fourth blow expecting screams of outrage and probably the risk of an assault accusation or charge but instead of screams I heard a low moaning gutteral groan of pleasure and a whispered "yes". Hannah turned her head to look me in the eyes, her own eyes filled with lust and desire and I knew she wanted me to go further. Whilst I had had a few partners over the years who liked sex to be a bit more assertive I was in new territory here but although I had seen my fair share of porn containing BDSM scenes I only had a vague idea of where this might go. Stepping closer to the prostrate Hannah I placed my left palm firmly on the centre of her back to hold her down against the saddle stand and recommenced my assault on her ass. The riding crop was light in my hand being only 2 feet long and made of springy fibreglass bound with leather and topped off with a brass knob on the handle end and a broad soft leather loop on the other. With two layers between the whip and her skin I decided I could be quite vigorous in my spanking efforts and raising my arm high I brought it down with a resounding crack on the dead centre of her tight young cheeks eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a furious bucking of her hips. I laid on a quick succession of half a dozen similar strokes concentrating on a narrow band of Hannah's young ass to get it good and hot - when I paused she was furiously trying to grind her groin against the padded wood of the saddle stand to bring herself off without success. I needed both hands to continue what I had in mind and having noticed a lot of useful items scattered around the tack room I quickly grabbed a 4" wide neoprene-rubber girth band and a couple of soft nylon lead ropes from their wall hooks. On either end of the stand were shaped wooden blocks that acted as bridle racks so I quickly snapped the brass clip of a lead rope onto the heavy stainless steel D-shaped buckle of the girth strap and wound the rope around one bridle rack -- I grasped the hem of Hannah's polo shirt and raised it to expose a band of bare flesh as wide as the girth before pulling the strap tightly across her back, clipping on the other rope and tying it firmly to the second bridle rack. The cold grippy rubber pressing tightly on Hannah's bare skin had suddenly refocused her attention and she tried to push against it with no success -- whilst she was testing this constraint I picked up a pair of neoprene brush boots and another pair of lead ropes. The brush boots were simple, 8" long neoprene cuffs with 3 wide Velcro tabs designed to protect the bottom of horses legs when training but I opened one up, wrapped it around Hannah's right wrist and fastened it securely, trapping the looped end of the rope within it. I swiftly repeated the process with her left wrist and gathering the ropes up I moved toward the nearest wall before feeding each loose end through one of two handy ring bolts, pulling the ropes taught and tying them off securely. This had the effect of drawing Hannah's torso up perpendicular to the saddle stand -- she was now like a letter 'L' with her arms and upper body outstretched parallel with the floor, her waist firmly secured and her legs dangling down with her toes just touching the ground. Trussed in this manner she could no longer try to bring herself to orgasm and was entirely dependant on me for any form of sexual release. In order to feed her rubber fetish further I moved over to a nearby table to get something I had just noticed. I called Hannah's name softly and she turned her head to look at me as I removed from a small box a pair of extra-large clear latex surgical gloves and eased them slowly and carefully onto my hands. For the first time since I had met her I saw a smile on her face as she began to imagine what I might be going to do next. I took a moment to savour the spectacle of the trussed woman before me -- her bottom sticking out proudly was exquisite but more so was the top half of her body. Her polo shirt was trapped between her hips and the top of the saddle stand so with her arms now held outstretched the material was tight against her flat stomach and beautiful breasts. Even more exciting was the sight of her nipples -- obviously Hannah was aroused by what was happening and this was making her nipples erect but it was the extent of their erectness that intrigued me as they weren't merely bumps but rather pencil thick points over half an inch long. I reclaimed the crop from the table and tucked into my back pocket as I returned to the side of the saddle stand. I felt it was time to tease her and build her excitement level. With my latex covered hands I began to softly stroke and caress her bare forearms from the edge of her rubber bound wrists to under the sleeves of her polo shirt immediately causing little goosebumps to appear on her skin. Hannah's smile had broadened considerably and I felt comfortable continuing so I reached down to the girth strap, placed my palms widely spread underneath the material onto her bare back and slid them up her back, past her shoulders, over her head and down her arms leaving the polo shirt hanging on the lead ropes and Hannah's naked skin exposed to the air. Finally I could see why her breasts looked so magnificent and her nipples so incredibly shaped -- as well as latex panties Hannah had on a sculpted latex rubber bra with a small hole in the centre of each cup through which her ultra-aroused nipples were forced into rock-hard points. Now I began to run the latex clad tips of my fingers all over the freckled creamy skin of Hannah's back and sides eliciting gasps of pleasure before dropping to my knees and allowing my right hand to roam over her taught stomach muscles whilst I used my left to roll and tug her super sensitive nipples. It only took a minute or so of this stimulation before Hannah was breathing in ragged gasps and her stomach muscles were twitching and contracting as she writhed against her bonds. I maintained my grip on her left nipple as I raised myself to one knee and withdrew the crop from my pocket, held it by the shaft and brought the brass knob to bear on the front seam of her jeans between her spread legs. Without hesitation I began to grind the solid rounded tip hard against the area where her clitoris would be and Hannah's moans turned to screams of pleasure as sensory overload kicked in and she succumbed to one almighty orgasm then immediately another as I continued unremittingly to rub that spot. I paused to regain my balance during her wild gyrations as I found myself falling over in my slightly awkward position and as I did so Hannah cried out to me "I want you inside me, I need you inside me now! Please!" I didn't need asking twice as I had been rock hard ever since I first glimpsed those amazing panties and my erection was almost painful in its intensity. I stood up, stepped back slightly so Hannah could see me clearly and removed the latex gloves. A momentary look of disappointment crossed her face but I needed bare hands to take out my wallet, extract a square foil package before undoing my trousers dropping them & my boxers to free my straining erection. I tore the foil packet open to get to the condom, which I rolled slowly over the circumcised head of my cock and down my throbbing shaft. Hannah was once again smiling in anticipation as I donned a fresh pair of latex gloves and walked back behind her to reach around her waist and flick open the fastener on the waistband of her jeans before unzipping them and drawing them down quickly until they rested mid-calf atop her boots. The entire front and inside thighs of the denim was dark and sodden from Hannah's juices but I couldn't understand how when she was wearing that incredibly erotic all-encompassing tight rubber lingerie. It only took a moments' inspection to establish how -- the panties were in fact crotchless and pushing invitingly through the gap framed by wisps of fine blonde curly hair were her engorged crimson labia, glossy and drenched in her fluids from where she must have squirted when she climaxed the first time. Discovering Hannah's Secret Ch. 02 I had not intended to write a Part 2 for "Discovering Hannah's Secret" but a Literotica reader approached me to do a follow up to the original for them and they liked it so much that they have convinced me to post it for others to read too. You need to read Part 1 to know what the characters are all about and I really hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for the support Ben. * * * * * * * * When I arrived home that evening I reflected on the events of the day and especially what had happened with Hannah. I pondered if I had overstepped any boundaries, if I had forced her to do something she didn't want to, maybe even if I was at risk of her bringing any accusations to bear of possible sexual assault or worse. On balance I reasoned, although Hannah had initially fought against me she had very quickly submitted to the spanking, restraint, caressing and had responded positively (almost aggressively so) to my penetration of her. Having convinced myself there could be no negative fallout from the days exertions I took a moment to think about Hannah's parting wink and smile – maybe there was an opportunity for more mutual fun with this stunning woman, but if there was I needed to know a whole lot more about rubber fetish and bondage so I fired up my computer and spent a few hours surfing and researching, making notes and getting thoroughly aroused as I ran through mental scenarios of things I might get up to with Hannah one day if I had the opportunity. I turned in for an early night as I had to be up at 5am the following morning for an early start on the lorry and was asleep by 9pm. I was away from the yard by 6am for a string of deliveries that would ensure I was out in the perfect, sunny weather all day long enjoying my air-conditioned cab. Drop one was a fork-lift unload as was drop two with the benefit of free breakfast at their excellent cafeteria – this day was getting better by the hour. Of course there is no way a perfect day is going to last and around 11am as I drove between the third and fourth drop my work mobile went off. In fact it went off 4 times in close succession before I could find somewhere to safely pull over and answer it. All of the missed calls were from the main office number and as I was about to ring back the phone rang yet again and I answered to the pleasant female voice of Gordon's Personal Assistant. "Hi John, it's Lorelei, I have been trying to get hold of you for ages." "Sorry Lolo but I won't pick up the phone while driving & can't find my Bluetooth anywhere. Why do you need me so urgently?" "You need to stop what you are doing, forget the rest of your deliveries and get back here as fast as that lorry will go. Gordon is going mental and wants you back now, it is all kicking off here." Immediately I was gripped with panic – if Gordon wanted me to stop the drops and return it was major. What if Hannah had decided to make a formal complaint? Was this the call to a meeting that got me sacked or to waiting police officers. Shit! What was I going to do now? "Hey John are you still there?" "Sorry Lolo, the signal is fading in and out a bit. What were you saying?" "I said that Gordon needs you back immediately because Matthew has stuffed up astronomically and you are the only one who can sort it out." "Well if the traffic is light then I can be back in around an hour – I will make a start now, see you soon." And with that I hung up, set up my sat-nav for the shop address and headed onto the road again. As I drove back and my nerves stopped jangling from the shock I had given myself I began to wonder just what my so-called manager could have done that was so bad it warranted me upsetting valued customers by not showing up with their goods. Thankfully the traffic was almost non-existent for a change and I was parked up in the yard in a little less than 45 minutes handing over my keys to a waiting agency driver they had miraculously procured. Two minutes later and I was standing next to Lorelei's desk whilst knocking on Gordon's office door. An enormously stressed Gordon wasted no time telling me that a few hours before, one of our most influential customers Lord Arthur Haynes-Whyte had come into the gun room looking for me as he needed one of his shotguns serviced prior to a shoot this coming Sunday. Matthew had told Sir Arthur I was unavailable but he would book the gun in and on rudely wresting it out of his hands promptly managed to drop the walnut case breaking it open and causing damage to the gun as it fell out of the smashed case onto the floor! I needed to see how bad things were and while Gordon was walking with me back to the gun room I asked what Matthew was doing about making amends. Gordon suddenly became very defensive but when I pushed for an answer he revealed that shortly after the incident Hannah had ordered Matthew into her office and conducted a debrief (management speak for a bollocking) during which he had burst into tears, thrown his keys on the desk, resigned on the spot and gone home! Currently the gun room had a hastily written temporary closure notice on the door. I unlocked with my personal set of keys and we went into my workshop. I had been shocked to hear what had happened – initially Gordon was only worried about potentially dealing with an upset customer - but as soon as I saw the case and gun on my workshop bench my shock turned to horror. I had to break the news to Gordon that this was no ordinary gun, it was one of a matched pair of handmade vintage Purdey shotguns that I had appraised for Lord Arthur the previous year prior to him purchasing them at auction for £150,000! I told a now ashen Gordon I needed just two things, uninterrupted time to try and rectify this disaster and I asked that a specific member of staff from our garden centre, Melanie, be sent over immediately to open up and run the gun room for me before we started to lose more customers and sales. Gordon said she was too young and the garden manager would object but I countered with the fact that not only had Melanie turned eighteen just 3 weeks before but that she held a valid firearms certificate and was also the current county junior clay pigeon champion as well as a British team shooter. A beleaguered Gordon capitulated and I ushered him out of the workshop and set to sorting out the mess that Matthew had created. Thankfully it looked far worse than it was and within a couple of hours both case and gun were back to showroom condition. I was just cleaning the shotgun before going through to the range to test fire it when my phone rang – it was Lorelei, "Just to warn you that little miss ballbreaker is heading your way - she has just finished a business meeting, is very pissed off and on the warpath. Time to go and hide if you can." But with that there was a harsh knock on the workshop door. A very different looking Hannah was standing there barely keeping her temper in check. Rather than the shop uniform she had been wearing yesterday she had on a tailored fire-engine red, long-sleeved silk blouse with a black knee-length A-line skirt and matching gloss black high-heeled shoes. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing make-up, which with her complexion and natural beauty was a waste of time and effort. She was incensed that I had ridden roughshod over Gordon by demanding a staff transfer without going via her and gaining her approval but I ignored her outburst. Instead I told her to sit down opposite me as I exaggerated how bad things had been as well as what I had done so far before telling her she was welcome to watch me test shoot the gun on the range if she wanted to. I tossed a spare pair of electronic ear defenders to her & motioned her to follow me. Access to the range was through the rear of the gun room – it was the only concession I had managed to get when we were moved into the site after the buyout, a custom built 50 metre long range suitable for shooting any weapon from an air pistol to a high velocity hunting rifle. The only door was secured with a keypad entry and once inside I set the "range live" safety switch preventing anyone entering unless I buzzed them in via the intercom leaving the two of us alone and undisturbed. I laid the Purdey down on the first of the three shooting stations and went to retrieve some items from the locked cabinets that lined the rear wall of the safe zone tucked between a couple of large comfortable chairs where customers could relax between rounds of shooting. As I busied myself Hannah began to speak, but in an odd manner. "How is it I have never been in here before? I was never shown around here as part of my orientation when I was hired." "Apart from myself, only 4 other members of staff ever come in here. Three of the lads on site are mad keen competition airgunners so they come to practice using the moveable targets and Melanie does a fair bit of shotgun work which is why I asked Gordon for her to come over. No one comes in without me though and primarily this facility is for me to safely test my work and for customers to try before they buy." There was no reply but more than that I became aware of hard, fast breathing from Hannah. I turned quickly to see her leaning back against station two, her hands tightly gripping the counter top white knuckled as she held on for support with her eyes closed. "Are you OK?"' sometimes people suffered a little claustrophobia in the range as although it was brightly lit and painted light colours there were no windows or natural light. I thought this was the case for Hannah and stepped to her side placing a comforting hand on her silk clad upper arm to lead her back out into the shop. She stayed rooted to the spot apparently unable to release her grip on the wooden worktop and was mumbling to herself in a voice so quiet I could not make out her words. "Sorry Hannah I should have checked if you were claustrophobic, let's go back to my workshop." "I am not claustrophobic" she whispered, "it's the smell – can't you smell it? You MUST be able to smell it!" I didn't understand her - I came into this room dozens of times every day and it always smelled the same. It was humidity and temperature controlled because of the storage of ammunition with huge silent extraction fan systems to cope with any smoke and fumes from live fire so as far as I was aware there was no smell of any kind in the range. Then it struck me – rubber! The range was basically a giant steel-lined concrete box with walls, floor and ceiling covered entirely with ballistic rubber blocks and mats between 2 & 3 feet thick. Even though the area we were stood on was carpeted with tiles and the walls clad with painted softwood, the range floor, ceiling and far wall were a giant expanse of uncovered rubber designed to trap fragments and ricochets during shooting as well as rendering the room entirely soundproof. The rubber blocks were periodically replaced & recycled as they became contaminated with metal fragments and the entire floor had been relaid only 10 days before so I guessed they had a stronger than normal aroma. For me I had spent so many hours in here it was nothing but a background odour along with burnt gunpowder and gun oil but for Hannah, a girl with a rubber fetish it must have been causing some sort of sensory overload. Her breathing was rapid, her face was flushed and Hannah was also rubbing her thighs together in a highly animated fashion – could it be that just the smell of rubber had been enough to trigger an arousal response of such magnitude? There was only one way to find out so I moved to directly in front of Hannah to hold her by her upper arms, squeezing gently through the thin silk to get her to open her eyes and focus on me, revealing dilated pupils in her gorgeous baby-blue eyes as I slipped my right leg between hers to lightly rest my upper thigh against her groin. As our eyes locked I felt Hannah trying to stop herself from wantonly humping my leg but her urges were overpowering her self-control. Her thigh muscles were clamping my own thigh and Hannah was rocking on her feet to rub her groin up and down my leg. Although I could never possibly have envisaged this particular scenario last night I knew precisely what I intended to do next – I was going to take control of Hannah and see exactly how far she was prepared to go with me. To prevent her from stimulating herself any further against me I leaned more of my weight against her, effectively forcing her gorgeously tight little bottom hard against the counter of the shooting station and I trapped her right leg firmly as I closed my legs together – this had the added effect of causing a raging erection to form rapidly alerting Hannah of my intentions. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear "I want you to do exactly what I tell you without hesitation - do you think you could do that for me?." The look in her eyes was a mixture of excitement, fear and expectation and she responded "Oh my god, yes, I will do anything you want me to, I am all yours." I smiled at this gorgeous young woman and slid my hands lightly down her arms to her wrists and told her to let go of the counter edge – her compliance was immediate – allowing me to slide her hands back along the thirty inches of counter top and gently rotating them, stopping at far edge then telling Hannah to grip the counter tightly again. I stepped away from Hannah and turned to the lockers once more to quickly remove a few items and stuff them into the large pockets on my cargo trousers before turning back to face her. I paused a moment to appreciate Hannah in her current pose. Holding the counter as she was had the effect of leaning the upper half of Hannah's body away from me at an angle of some forty-five degrees and stretching the sheer silk of her blouse tightly against her flat stomach to highlight her stunning breasts. Ahh . . .those magnificent breasts, the object of so much speculation amongst the male store staff, breasts I had toyed with the previous afternoon and whose engorged nipples I had tormented whilst framed in that erotic rubber peephole bra. Now I wanted to see them in their entirety, in all their glory so I moved back to her and began to unbutton the blouse with infinite slowness and precision. As each button popped open it was accompanied by a little gasp of pleasure from Hannah. Firstly the top two buttons then I went from the bottom upwards – 5th, 4th, 3rd, 2nd leaving just a single button struggling to retain any degree of modesty. Unbidden Hannah began to attempt to move her groin against my thigh once more and as a quickie orgasm was not in my plan I took a step backwards to remove the body contact pressure before quickly using my right foot to spread Hannah's legs a few feet apart which was about as far as the hem of her skirt would allow. This elicited a low howl of frustration from Hannah but I silenced her in a commanding voice, "You will only have an orgasm if and when I allow it. This is your first and only warning – any attempt to do something like that again and I swear you will be out in front of the staff and customers exactly as you are now before you can blink." I paused briefly for her to calm down a little before recommencing my ministrations. I did not immediately undo the remaining button, rather I peeled back the red silk exposing Hannah's taught abdomen before placing my hands on her hips. I lowered my face towards the pale pink skin and placed the lightest of kisses just above the dead centre of the black waistband of Hannah's skirt. My lips crept upward, delivering featherlight kisses at quarter-inch intervals until I reached the perfect indentation of her bellybutton. Here I changed tactic and began tracing tiny circles around this super sensitive spot with my tongue before plunging the tip deeply into it's depths, all the time bracing Hannah's feet apart with my own and pressing her against the counter with all of my bodyweight making her cry out loudly in pleasure. I repeated this move twice more and by the third time the cries diminished in volume to moans as Hannah's head hung back limply. Having brought her to the edge again I stopped once more for her to regain a little composure. Hannah lifted her head after just 2 minutes to meet my gaze indicating to me it was time to carry on and I reapplied my lips to her super sensitive skin. It took just ten tiny kisses for me to reach that final tantalizing button at the centre of her breasts and as I pulled back my head I drew my right hand upwards from it's bracing point on Hannah's hip grazing the tips of my nails against her taught abs all the way. With a deft flick the blouse flew open under the high tension and slid down her arms displaying the thing I had been waiting for so long to see and eliciting a little a gasp of surprise from me. It was more that I could have hoped for as not only were Hannah's heaving breasts every bit as perfect as I had envisaged, they were also presented to perfection within the tight confines of a glossy red latex demi-cup push-up bra generating a divine cleavage and revealing a tantalizing segment of each previously unseen dusky pink areola! I took a whole minute to savour the sight, reached out slowly and hooked my thumbs under the soft narrow rubber straps to peel them from Hannah's shoulders and leave them loosely hanging against her upper arms. The thin rubber material was warm to the touch and pliant with a high degree of stretch which meant I could slide my finger tips inside the cups to ease each firm globe free from its constraint leaving them presented high and proud on Hannah's chest. Her nipples were every bit as aroused as they had been the previous afternoon but now I was able to see them in all their majesty framed by inch and a half diameter areolae only a shade darker than Hannah's flawless skin. I longed to take the nipples into my mouth, to suckle and chew and tease them but I could see that Hannah's arms were beginning to tremble from the effort of supporting her body so it was time to move on. Taking Hannah by the shoulders I drew her upright and slipped the blouse fully off her arms leaving it lying on the counter, before telling Hannah to take off her shoes. A flash of confusion passed across her face but she complied without hesitation giving me the added bonus of watching her breasts bounce & sway freely as she bent forward to slip off her high heels & straightened. I led the now barefoot beauty through a door marked "Strictly No Entry - Authorised Persons Only" into a small hallway then through a second door made of heavy steel secured by a digital combination door lock. This door provided access to the inside of the range itself so I moved behind Hannah, took her slim naked waist in my hands and steered her into the range. Within half a dozen steps after the soles of her bare feet came into contact with the springy coarse textured rubber flooring she stopped dead in her tracks. Hannah's body went rigid and she stopped breathing, almost as if she had received a massive electric shock. Steering Hannah forward using the pressure of my hands on her waist I positioned her midway between the centre lines of shooting lane 1 & 2 facing up the range away from the counters. As soon as I took my hands away she once again went rigid with her arms down at her sides, standing with her eyes closed but breathing slowly & deeply. I drew from my pocket a wide neoprene rifle sling and placed the unresisting right wrist of Hannah in the centre of the 3 inch wide stretchy rubber material which I crossed 3 times around before lifting her arm and securing the nylon webbing ends of the sling around the ceiling target rail of lane 2. I repeated the process on her left wrist with a second sling I had taken from the lockers and secured this to the rail above lane 1. To complete my work I readjusted the rubber bra straps back onto her shoulders. Discovering Hannah's Secret Ch. 02 Moving to stand in front of Hannah I spent a minute enjoying the sight of the beautiful woman before me with her arms spread wide above her head by the straps which were more than capable of supporting her weight if necessary and her luscious breasts presented even more beautifully than before framed and lifted by the red latex which was now under tension. I walked behind Hannah, with her head twisting to follow me as far as she could, to unclip the waistband of the tight skirt and lower the short concealed zip before kneeling slightly to grasp the hem of the skirt and pull it down forcefully to strip her of this garment. Having fully expected to see another item of rubber lingerie I was delighted to view something wonderfully erotic, she was wearing a pair of ruby red latex G-string panties. These briefs were cut high over the hip to form a deep vee, almost creating an arrowhead pointing to my prize. Placing my two index fingers gently inside the elasticated top of the panties I slid them slowly form side to side teasing the sensitive skin of Hannah's lower abdomen – it had the pleasing effect of her trying to arch her back to increase the contact pressure but failing due to the restrained position she was in and moaning with frustration. I lowered my head until the tip of my nose was barely brushing the lustrous garment and inhaled deeply savouring the intense sweet smell of Hannah's arousal mixed with the much fainter aroma of rubber. Drawing my fingers apart so each was at the top of a hip inside the straps of the panties I slowly drew the clinging garment down over the tight globes of her perfect ass to expose her delicious sex. Hannah had one more surprise in store for me though – where yesterday there had been wisps of blonde hair peeking from the crotchless slit of her panties, today her mound was entirely hairless and smooth. I was now convinced that Hannah was an entirely willing participant in our sexual adventures if she had attended to this detail in expectation of further exploits. Hannah stepped daintily out of the briefs when they reached the floor and I rocked back onto my heels to savour the vision of her crimson labia glistening with juices whilst I delved into my capacious pockets once more to withdraw a pair of latex examination gloves. Having noted the effect my wearing a pair had on Hannah the day before I knew they would work again today. The moment the gossamer thin rubber made contact with the back of Hannah's calves her head snapped forward, her eyes wide open staring into mine and a broad smile lit up her face. I maintained that eye contact as I slowly and tenderly caressed from her ankles up to the crease where the tops of her taught thighs met the delicate curve of her ass endeavouring to cover as much of her smooth pale flesh as I could. Whilst the latex removed most of the sense of feeling from my fingertips it dramatically increased the sensual pleasure Hannah was receiving from my touch. Gently I ran my index fingers up and down her slit and parted her pussy lips with gentle pressure from both thumbs, getting a close-up view of her open pussy. It was red and glistening, her little hole at the bottom just visible and her clit engorged and swollen at the top peeping proudly from the cover of the hood. Pressing forward I let my tongue flick out and taste Hannah for the first time and she was delicious. I licked the sweet and tangy juices from her outer lips before darting the tip of my tongue into her pussy. As I made contact with her inner lips and clitoris she began to twitch like a puppet whose master was randomly tugging the strings that held her upright. Hannah had been at a point of high arousal for so long now it was inevitable she had little resistance left to offer and sure enough within moments of the application of my tongue to her depths, as I was plunging and swirling my tongue deep within her hot hole, I happened to glance the tip over the hard point of her clitoris and a monumental release shook her body from head to toe. My face was soaked with the flood of juices that streamed from her beautiful slit and this was accompanied by a stream of incomprehensible moans, shrieks and yells of ecstasy. The orgasm lasted for well over 30 seconds and I watched entranced as she thrashed like marionette on the strings of a mad puppeteer until it ended with Hannah's knees finally buckling leaving her hanging from the soft support straps. Anxious for her not to get hurt I stood up and put an arm around her slender waist to take her weight as I reached up to pop the quick-release buckle but instead Hannah looked me straight in the eye and said "No – please not yet. I want you to take me now, I need you to fill me like you did yesterday." This request was music to my ears as I had been battling with an uncomfortable raging erection ever since the first moment I had slipped my leg between her thighs and she had tried to hump it. I rapidly dipped my hand once more into one of my cargo pockets to retrieve a small item before rapidly kicking off my boots, unbuckling my belt and slipping trousers, boxers and socks off in one sweeping movement before shedding my polo shirt to stand naked except for the latex gloves on my hands. The small object in my hand was a foil packet that I carefully tore open with my teeth to get at the condom within and Hannah watched hungrily as I rolled it onto my pre-cum coated shaft. The restraints had given me an idea – as I walked towards Hannah, my erection bobbing expectantly before me, she opened her legs as wide as her restrained position would allow in anticipation displaying her glorious glistening engorged plum-coloured outer and inner labia. I grasped my latex shrouded erection in my left hand, bent my knees a little to align the head and straightened rapidly to drive my rigid tool forcefully into the hot tunnel that had so readily accepted me yesterday. Reaching down and grasping Hannah's upper thighs I pulled upwards and she understood what I wanted by wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her ankles together in the small of my back whereupon I transferred my hands her taught ass cheeks to take her weight. The experience was just as mind blowing as the first time – I stood there savouring the exquisite combination of tightness and volcanic heat along with the pulsating vaginal muscle movements of this sexual animal. Stepping back a few small paces to stretch Hannah against her bonds I began to rock back and forth slowly, sliding almost my whole length in and out in a steady rhythm pressed hard against the inside front wall of her vagina that elicited a contented sighing from Hannah as her head slumped back again whilst I began to vigorously knead the firm flesh of her buttocks. As Hannah was now hanging at an angle of around 45 degrees she was perfectly presented for me to lean forward as I rode her and, to her surprise and shock, I fastened my mouth around her super-sensitive erect right nipple, areola and as much breast as I could envelop then began to suck hungrily. All the time I was clamped to Hannah's breast I worked my tongue over and around the solid nub of her nipple, rasping with the flat surface and circling with the tip, driving Hannah to incoherence once more until finally I grazed my front teeth over the now reddened breast tissue and grasped the nubbin, oscillating my lower jaw from side to side and rolling the teat firmly between my incisors. This, together with the pressure of my penis sliding against her g-spot, sparked another massive orgasm, Hannah's vaginal muscles clamping down on my prick so powerfully I exploded into the condom in perfect synchronicity with her own tremendous release. The pleasure of her milking my still spurting cock was countered by the exquisite agony of post-orgasm hyper-sensitivity that us men know all too well, but it was a fleeting battle of pleasure vs pain as Hannah passed out and went limp in my arms while her legs remained locked around my waist in spasm. It was a simple matter to move directly under the restraints and hold her upper body against mine with one arm leaving, the other free to pop the quick-release buckles before turning and walking back to the safe zone where I was faced with a tricky maneuvering moment having to crouch to deposit Hannah into one of the armchairs before I was able to reach around behind myself and unlock her legs then withdraw my still hard prick from inside her. The sensual movements of her hot tunnel massaging my sensitive prick as I carried her had kept me rock hard but the cool air of the range started to have an effect as soon as I returned to the live side of the range to recover our clothes. I peeled off the sperm filled condom, knotted it and popped it inside the latex gloves before wrapping it all in a wad of blue paper towel and tossing the lot into a handy bin then quickly dressed myself glancing over periodically and noting the steady rise and fall of Hannah's chest reassuring me she was well. Grabbing a mop I hastily cleaned up the bodily fluids that had leaked & pooled onto the rubber flooring to leave no trace of what we had been doing for the last 15 minutes or so. Hannah was stirring as I returned to the safe zone and I knelt beside her to unwrap the straps from her forearms. The skin was reddened by the compression of the thick neoprene but there was no obvious bruising or any marks on her alabaster skin and as I knelt there I heard a soft voice above me say "thank you," making me look up into those captivating cornflower blue eyes. "Hey sleepy head, are you OK?" "I am fine thanks, my arms & shoulders ache like nothing I have ever felt before but it's a good ache so I can live with it." After glancing at her forearms she added, "Good job I wore long sleeves today though." "As captivating a sight as you are sitting there in your birthday suit we have been here plenty long enough and I think you need to get dressed so we can get out of here before people start looking for us and wondering what has kept us. There may even be a rescue party on the way as we speak." "That may be a bit awkward if they burst in to find us like this but could give me a hand as I am feeling a teeny bit wobbly." "How could I possibly refuse such a polite request." I turned away and retrieved the pile of Hannah's clothes from the counter to lay them on the arm of the chair before taking her hand to help her stand a little shakily. It was almost as big a turn on for me to watch her dress as it had been for me to undress her, especially while she pulled on that incredible tight red rubber thong and scooped her stunning breasts back inside the confines of her bra. Thankfully the blouse sleeves fully covered the diminishing redness of the strap marks and her hair & make-up weren't ravaged by our exertions so she was soon ready to venture into the shop again looking as if nothing had happened. "Are we OK to go?" I asked as I tucked the shotgun & case under my arm and Hannah nodded replying, "Oh yes, we are more than OK." "Do we need to talk about what has happened the last couple of days?" Hannah hesitated a moment before responding, "Probably, but I need a bit of thinking time first." "Sure thing Hannah, whenever you are ready, you know where to find me," and on that note I punched the door release and we went back to work as if nothing had happened, but I knew there would be so much more to come. Discovering Hannah's Secret Without further delay I stood up, took my dick in my hand and placed the tip lightly at the centre of Hannah's lips and waited the briefest of moments -- despite her restraints Hannah was endeavouring to push back and impale herself further so I reached far forward, took a firm grip on her wonderful breasts and pulled myself forward driving steadily into the incredibly hot tunnel of flesh. With her jeans restricting the spread of her legs Hannah's pussy wasn't just tight it was super tight, clamping my dick in a velvet-soft but vice-like grip. The sensation was mind-blowing and had it not been for that thin rubber sheath reducing the intensity of the contact I would have cum instantly but instead I found myself able to pull back slowly until almost fully withdrawn then plunge back in to the hilt grinding my pelvis and stomach against the hot slippery rubber clad ass. I rotated my hips savouring the sensation of my full balls rubbing against Hanna's inner thighs becoming slickly coated with her juices and I must have touched upon her G-spot causing her to orgasm & scream in delight once more, clamping down fiercely with her vaginal muscles. It was almost more than I could stand and I began pistoning into her furiously and recklessly, kneading her pendulous breasts hard until I too quickly climaxed and began pumping load after load of hot sperm into the condom. With Hannah shaking and convulsing wildly beneath me as my dick began to soften within her I quickly stretched out to undo the Velcro fastenings on the neoprene wrist restraints allowing her to flop forward exhausted over the saddle stand then I untied the girth band from around her. Gently sliding myself out from Hannah with a distinctly erotic slurping sound I pulled a couple of horse rugs down from their wall pegs onto the floor and tossed a handy blanket over them. I lifted Hannah's limp body from the stand and laid her onto the makeshift bed to recover whilst I took care of myself, firstly removing the condom containing a copious amount of milky white semen wrapping it up inside the gloves as I removed them too before finally pulling my trousers back up. I recovered Hannah's polo shirt from the floor and knelt beside her thinking how beautiful she was until she recovered enough to want to sit up. The simple act of her putting her top back on, stretching it over her pointed nipples once more was enough to have my cock twitching again but I concentrated on her needs. There was no way she could put her soiled jeans back on for our return to work but she directed me to a locker on one wall in which were several items of her spare riding clothing as well as a towel. She donned a pair of black jodhpurs having removed her boots and jeans & wiped herself down. I gave her a helping hand up and we returned to the lorry with Hannah leaning lightly against me as I supported her with an arm around her waist. As she climbed into the cab I assured her that no one would ever find out what had happened that amazing afternoon and told her to get comfortable on the bed & rest whilst I took care of the gates and drove us back to the yard. We didn't speak during the trip back to work, we didn't need to, but Hannah retook her seat in the front of the cab shortly before we arrived presenting a mask of utter normality. After I parked up and we left the cab Hannah headed to the offices and I went to my workshop but as we walked in opposite directions across the yard I glanced back and saw Hannah look over her shoulder at me and give me a charming wink and smile -- I hoped it might be an indication that the events of that afternoon may be the start of an adventure for both.