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Kelly Celebrates Freedom

By: kappacino



The Divorce

So its over, 5 years of marriage, just like that a first class letter from my solicitor and at 32 years old I am free. I had known Tom since I was 15 years old and he had been my only boyfriend and lover. Its not like we had, had a big bust up or anything, we'd just grown apart until one day we both agreed that we had separate interests and we went our separate way. Even so, as long as we were legally married there was no way that I would cheat on him and as far as I know he had the same attitude, maybe it was because of our catholic upbringing or just out of loyalty to our memory. Now was different, now I had a letter that said that all those things that other girls had got up to I could get up to and experience.

Life had been good to me, smart middle class home (which I kept) Finance Director of a small company that paid me well and gave me my Mercedes. Even at 32 I still had my youthful looks, kept by lots of nurturing -- 3 times a week at the gym, once a month at the beautician for an all over cleanse, tone and wax, shoulder length blond hair, good boobs (34 C), long shapely legs. I know that I am a looker, so why should I have hidden inside an apathetic marriage -- well no more. 

I have to be careful though, my tastes in fantasy had gone beyond just playing with other partners, my excursions onto chat rooms had opened my eyes to all sorts of potential escapades. What I needed to be careful of was that my work and my new experiences did not clash other wise my world would come tumbling down. Not many sluts keep their jobs as Finance Directors -- anonymity is the name of the game.

I stop at Starbucks for a latte and a think. I'm in my office clothes black trouser suit, white silk blouse, white lacy bra underneath and black leather heels -- I know I look good, but I'm thinking of how to look slutty, what should I wear for my first adventure into being a total sex slave for some discerning man --or should it be men?

Finishing my coffee, I return to work anticipating the experiences to come, my underwear soaked at the thought.

I leave work early and decide to go shopping, I decide not to be too posh -- my normal clothes are designer, but visit Primark a low cost clothes outlet and choose a red polyester blouse, a white half cup lacy bra, which won't quite cover my nipples, two polyester cotton mix skirts that are so short they only just cover my pussy and a flimsy burgundy thong.

When I got home I had to decide where I was going to go. I remembered that in a couple of my on line chats a club in Thornton Heath, a rough part of south London, was mentioned, it was called the Gumshoe. I googled the name but nothing came up, so I looked through the local paper. At first I saw nothing, then at the bottom of the page with small ads for escorts and massage parlours was an ad, all it said was the name Gumshoe and a phone number 092 14560 222.

I picked up my mobile and called the number, it rang three times and I lost my nerve, what was I thinking about. I put the phone down and decided to take a shower. My mobile rang, without thinking I answered it.

"Hi you just phoned the Gumshoe" Said a female Australian voice, "You must be a first timer" I said nothing shocked. "Don't worry, if you want me to go away I will, but we often find people call us and just need to be nudged a little to fulfil their fantasies -- is that what you want to do"

"Yes" I answer

"Are you slutty, sub or dom, straight or bi, any experience?"

"slutty, sub and bi, only experience in chat rooms" I whisper

"OK, sweetie, we can give you the time of your life, here is the address, when are you thinking of coming"

"Tonight"

"See you at 11.00, no charge to single ladies, plenty of condoms and lubricant around so no need to worry about that and whilst things can get a bit wacky, we have security all around so there is nothing that you do that you don't want to, see you later, oh I'm Cathy and I'm bi so if you fancy ....... give me a shout" She rang off.

What had let myself in for, I had to carry it through, she had my number. I was scared shitless, but suddenly realised that I was soaked and excited. It was only 7 o clock and I lay back on my bed and began getting more and more excited. By 9 -- 30 I knew I had to get ready, I put on my new bra, blouse, burgundy thong and chose the white skirt, knowing that the thong would show through.

I had an old Mondeo in the garage and decided that it would stand out less if I drove into that area and I drove to the Gumshoe. I drove up and down the road two or three times before I noticed the half hidden entrance way, number 32. I parked and walked to the entrance, two big bouncers were at the door, my mouth was so dry that when they said "Gumshoe" all I could do was nod.

As I walked in my coat was removed and I could see the admiring looks, I was greeted by a blond in a tight t shirt and hot pants,

"Hi I'm Kelly" I said

"Hi Kelly, I'm Cathy we spoke earlier" 

I was still nervous, she reached out and pulled me forward, kissed me full on the lips and whispered, 

"don't be nervous you look stunning, come with me I'll show you round". 

The club was two old terraced houses knocked into one, there was a main large area and then we went into the back rooms two or three were dark with mattresses laid on the floor, one was like a living room with a couple of large sofas and the last was a dungeon style with ropes and pulleys and couplings, Cathy holding my hand felt me tense. "This room of interest then" She said, turning towards me "Uh, huh" "OK, but lets get back and have a few drinks, but first lets make you even sexier" She again pulled me forward, this time there was no resistance we kissed, I tasted another woman's lips and tongue for the first time, our bodies ground together, her hand held my butt tightly. Then she drew away and undid the 2nd and 3rd button of my blouse, pushing the shirt open to just below the centre of the bra, exposing the tops of both my breasts and my nipples.

"That's better, now lets go and get a drink and warm you up a little more."

We went to the main room which had now filled up, probably 3 guys to every woman, ages ranging from 30 -- 60. She had shown me where the condoms were kept, but I declined, I had never liked condoms and if I was going to enjoy myself tonight then it was definitely going to be a bare back experience and on that basis I would not need any lubricant, whatever happened. Cathy nodded her approval and indicated that she too was a bare back rider.

The barman poured me a very large whisky with cola, which I knocked back quickly. Cathy called a guy over who French kissed her and stroked her breast. With a big grin on her face she said

"Jake this is Kelly, Kelly this is Jake. Jake this is Kelly's first time here and I want you to be make sure she gets a good hard servicing. Oh Kelly, Jakes my brother, so I'm relying on you to look after his every need"

With that she flounced off towards a group of guys. Jake never said a word, he just reached behind my head pulled me forward and planted his lips on mine, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, I could not resist and despite the rudeness of the introduction, my body responded. He pulled me off the bar stool onto the dance floor and pulled my body to him grinding his groin against me.

I looked around and people were dancing, some women wearing little more than a g string, no one seemed self conscious.

"Well bitch tonight you are mine and you are going to have more cock than you have ever had, every where, in every way, what do you think"

I could not reply, except with a violent thrust of my hips and a deep intake of breath. His hand was on my breast, I realised he had released me from my bra and was pulling and pinching my nipple, it sent sharp jolts of electric pleasure through my body. His other hand had deftly un buttoned the side of my skirt, so that it just fell to the ground, there I was dancing breast exposed, in my thong for all to see, I should have been embarrassed, but he excitement was too great, at that moment I would have done anything for Jake, in fact for anyone, as it proved.

As we continued to dance, guys would come up and just stare at me, a couple stroked my butt, one guy with no clothes on rubbed his cock against me, but Jake sent him away, I was getting hornier and hornier. I felt a hand go down the back of my thong, I opened my legs to give it easy access, but in stead it ripped the thong from my body -- I heard a small ripple of applause as my lower half was now completely naked. Jake removed my blouse and bra and left them on the floor, all I wore now were my heels, Jake had removed his t shirt and I licked and kissed his nipples, one of which had a stud.

"Get on your knees and take off my trousers"

I did as I was told and as I unzipped him his cock sprang out, he wore no underwear.

"Eat it"

At last I was unsure, there were people all around some involved in their own adventure,, others watching them and me.

"Can't we go some where else?"

>

I just got slapped, that was not part of the deal, I tried to get up, he grabbed my hair and kept me there, pushing my face onto his cock, this was not right but I had no choice, resistance only hurt, my hands cupped his balls, my mouth opened, I took his cock, not too big not too small, all the way in, his hold on my hair released, but I was enjoying myself, sucking cock, being watched, being forced -- Jake knew what I wanted, even if I did not.

I suddenly realised that whilst giving the best head I had ever given my hand had reached my clit and I was violently frigging myself off , my mouth, my tongue and my fingers were working in tandem and it was not long before Jake throbbed and released into my mouth and I screamed the most amazing come. His come filled my mouth and throat, it dribbled down my chin and onto my breasts, it seemed never ending, meanwhile my orgasm went on and on.

Jake moved back with exhaustion, whilst two guys picked me up, from my semi conscious state and took me to a back room, I thought to rest but for me the night had just begun.

"Cathy says you want it rough, you little slut" 

Was whispered into my ear, as I was turned over and made to go on all fours, I felt a cock pressing at my pussy lips, whilst a cock was presented to my lips, I had no idea who they belonged to, as they entered me in parallel. The cock on my mouth seemed to go on forever as it hit against the back of my throat, making me gag, but continued to pound relentlessly. There was no respite for my pussy either, it was being pummelled.

The room had another couple in the corner making out, they had been being watched by three or four guys, but their attention was now on me and my two boys. Sucking away, my hands on the hips of the guy in front, I felt my breasts being squeezed and kneaded by one of the spectators, whilst another was under me, seeking out my clit, before tweaking it, in rhythm to the thrusts from behind, causing my thighs to clench on the penetrating cock. Soon he tensed and with three or four dramatic thrusts he withdrew and came across my back, buttocks and pussy. A hand was wiped across my back as I was withdrawn from the cock in front and I was made to lick the fresh come from a strangers fingers. As I returned to lick the cock in front of me, I soon realised that it was different, there was no foreskin (my ex had been un cut and I loved nibbling it and running my tongue inside it as it hardened), it was shorter and thinner. It did not matter and I soon realised where my erstwhile suckee had gone as he replaced the cock that had left my pussy.

I heard whispers

"She is a rampant whore, glad she came here tonight, where did you find her?"

A woman's voice replied

"She got our details from a chat room and called up, I could tell from her voice she was a natural slut and her she is proving it, I'll be back later maybe I'll have a piece too"

There was no mistaking that it was Cathy, although sounding harsher than when we had been speaking . I felt guilty, demeaned, but more than that as horny as hell -- hearing myself being talked about like that just spurred me on, rapidly bringing both cocks to fill me with their spunk, at the same time two guys either side of me who had been masturbating came over my head dribbling down my face.

I heard some clicking, I was being caught on camera, there was nothing I could do about it as I was turned over on my back. A black girl with long dread locks was running her finger across my face pushing the semen into my open mouth, then bending down and French kissing me.

She got on the bed raised herself above me straddled my face and lowered her self down, covering my mouth with her pussy. At the other end my legs were being raised, held and parted exposing my anus and my pussy. Come was being swapped between each hole, I had only ever had beads up my bum so a couple of fingers was a shock and if that hurt, as I ate pussy -- what a great taste -- I felt a cock being pressed against the rim of my ass, it felt huge as it unceremoniously pushed past my sphincter. My black lover held my face tight into her pussy, [probably to stop me from biting her]. The pain in my ass was excruciating. I later realised that the cock was bigger than anything I had had in my pussy, it was the black girls husband and he was the stereo type of black men with a huge cock. This was their thing, they would seduce a girl with the wife and whilst in the throes of lesbian ecstasy, deflower her ass. He soon came -- I was tight -- and left me like a piece of meat, to be used by others waiting around me. My ass was soon filled, but by a smaller cock, which it was able to accommodate and I soon enjoyed the thrusting. My legs were over my shoulders held by a guy who was also masturbating, this close to him I was fascinated by his hairless balls and reached my tongue out to lick them. Another dose of semen was shot into my ass and a new cock entered this time I knew the face it was Jake.

"Having fun?" He asked

He ignored my answer grabbed both nipples and used them as reins squeezing and pulling as he rode this willing mare. As he rode me faster he released my nipples and with one hand slapped my breasts, sparking a series of enormous orgasms, from me. Then he withdrew, pushed down my legs and pushed his cock into my mouth as it spewed its contents. 

It was 3 0 clock in the morning, the club was emptying, I don't know how long had been in that room or how many men I had had, but now I was lying on my back, resting my bruised, but satisfied body. Cathy came into the room, with a large drink for me, she was wearing her shorts, but was topless with obvious dry come on her breasts and round her mouth.

I swigged the drink, 

"Right, little slut clean me up" 

She pointed to the dried cum. I lifted my body and licked the come from her breasts, while her fingers explored my pussy and its contents, Licked her face clean and then she bought her come dripping fingers to between our mouths and we cleaned them up between us.

"Time for you to go my dear, but some how I think Jake and I will be seeing a lot more of you"

I smiled and agreed, noticing my clothes less the shredded thong, had been placed next to me. 

A night to remember I thought to myself, never to be repeated -- well maybe, next week.

Kelly Celebrates Freedom Ch. 02



Kelly The Morning After

Kelly had celebrated the granting of her decree nisi by acting out her fantasies in reality, instead of on line. She met Cathy and her brother Jake who accepted her in to their sex club. The morning after Kelly woke with aching limbs.

The next morning I slowly came too, before I opened my eyes I could feel my body aching, my ass was so sore and my pussy swollen, not too mention my tender breasts and nipples. I was so glad I had taken today and tomorrow off from work. I don't know how I had got home and as I passed from that darkness of sleep to wakefulness, I felt something was wrong, this wasn't my bed, this wasn't my home, I could feel it, smell it and as I prised my eyes open see it. In the corner of the room, sitting on a large rattan peacock chair was Cathy, for the first time I was seeing her completely naked. In my current physical state this was not a turn on, as pleasant as she looked.

"Morning sleepy head, or should I say Afternoon. You were too tired and drunk to drive home last night, so we thought it would be better if you were to crash out here, I hope you don't mind. I have run a bath for you, when you are ready."

She pointed to an on suite bathroom, large and luxurious with a steaming bath topped by a rich layer of bubbles. I raised my naked frame gently and walked over to the bath, smiling to Cathy who stopped me, stood up and kissed me, full on the lips, my mouth automatically opened, but Cathy moved back and indicated to the bath.

"You'll feel better after a bath. Then we can talk."

Immersed in the bath, I could see her sitting naked on the side of the bed, through to the bedroom door. Without warning, it opened and in walked Jake, naked and erect. I thought no not now, but it was not me he turned to. He walked to his sister, who began to stroke him, whispering

"Bad, bad boy -- what would our mother say, if she knew how badly you treated me."

"You love every minute of it and don't forget it was you who ..." 

He stopped as her mouth enveloped his enormous cock. I watched as her throat expanded and knew that she was deep throating him, his hands were gently holding her head while hers firmly griped and kneaded his buttocks. Under the blanket of soapy suds, my fingers had, of their own accord, found my own button and despite the swelling and bruising I was frigging away at this beautiful sight of brother / sisterly love.

Both Jake and I soon came, me more noisily than I had wanted, but they did not seem to mind my intrusion. Jake kissed his sister and left the room, Cathy wiped her mouth and chin and shouted.

"Coffee, orange juice and fresh croissants with home made strawberry jam on the balcony!"

There was a silk robe laid out for me, it was obviously Cathy's, it was a size or two smaller than I really needed, so my modesty was only partially protected. I went through to the lounge which led to the balcony, realizing that I was no longer in Thornton Heath, this was overlooking the Thames and Tower Bridge -- this was serious money.

"Impressed? Don't, be we have been lucky. Our father made a lot of money mining in Australia and South Africa, we have then invested it in property around the world and now, in our mid twenties, we can retire and do what we want, which tends to be fucking and traveling!!!" 

We spent the next couple of hours just chatting about ourselves, we had a lot in common, we liked the same sort of resorts, the same places to buy clothes, we both loved soccer and had season tickets to see Chelsea. Our sense of humour was the same. We even had mutual friends and that shocked me. The big difference was that she was rich and I was just well off.

Then we moved onto discussing the previous night, exploring what I had enjoyed and since there was nothing that I had not enjoyed we did not have to go there. I did say that the rape of my ass was painful, but such an extreme turn on, with a pussy in my mouth and my virgin ass being slammed, by this big black cock. 

"Ah, the sign of a true slut."

Cathy raised the lid of her lap top on the breakfast table and as I gave her a queried look, I remember hearing the clicking of a camera. As the lap top sprang into life, she pressed a button and I saw my picture come up.

"Only you will have these, they are on a DVD Rom, but thought you would like to see them while we talked."

Of course, I had never seen myself like this, picture after picture of my mouth around different cocks, sucking licking, cum on my face. Never had I seen my pussy from that angle!! And wow, both my pussy and my ass filled with a variety of cocks and fingers. Reluctantly, I was getting turned on and soon my pussy juices were flowing. It was difficult in this robe to cover up or avoid soaking the robe. Cathy's hand was motionless on my thigh, I so wanted to feel her fingers on my clit, stroking, pinching, but she continued to talk, oblivious apparently to my desires.

Cathy wanted to know how much of a slut I wanted to be and would I like to be her slut, to do her bidding, as and when she required. I admitted that I did not feel that the previous night had gone as far as I could, my limits were there to be explored, but that I did not feel ready to be owned by anyone. This may restrict any further exploration. Cathy agreed, but asked if she could help me explore my limits and to that I agreed wholeheartedly! After all, there was some safety in having Cathy and presumably Jake watching over my development. 

"Ok, if you want to come back to the Gumshoe, I want you to get your pussy lips pierced, here is the name of a man that will do it for you, you can only use him and you must do whatever he asks, secondly I have to go to a business meeting, so if you need to cum you can stay here there are some toys next to the bed. Your car is down stairs in the underground car park, only your skirt and shoes survived last night and you are too big for my blouse, so there is Jakes shirt, you won't have any underwear, my cell phone number is on the piece of paper, so we can make future arrangements."

With that she got up, bent down, French kissed me and was gone to another room. Although a little taken aback, I continued to watch the slide show, which suddenly turned into a video of my ass being filled, this was obviously later in the evening as it was a white cock, and my ass was splattered with cum, the camera panned round to my face which was cock less, but grinning all over, as my tongue licked off the trails of cum, it was not long though before a cock was presented and I greedily sucked it in to my mouth.

I had no need of the bed side toys, my pussy was being rapidly frigged by my fingers, I only half noticed Cathy and Jake, put there heads round the door and say goodbye. Moments, later as one hand attended my pussy and the other squeezed my breasts, if any neighbours had been in, I am sure they must have thought there was a murder going on, as my orgasm came with a scream and a convulsion of my body that was out of this world. I licked my fingers and just sat there drifting into a gentle sleep. It was four o clock before I woke up again, my robe wide open, my legs apart, the lap top continuing to show me in all my glory.  However, Someone had been here as the breakfast things had been removed. I went to the bed room and stripped naked, for a shower, The hot jets firing at me from all angles and reaching most places that showers never reach, this is a luxury that money brings. I think about another finger session, but its getting late (for what, I don't know), I saw my clothes on the bed neatly laid out and I dressed, what little there was to wear. My skirt had been washed and pressed, I had forgotten how short it was and jakes shirt was no better neither of them extending much beyond my pubis. Still all I had to do was go down stairs and get in the car.

As I walked across the lounge to the door to leave , the maid was cleaning, she must have cleared up the breakfast tray. I pulled the hem of my skirt, but to no avail, while I walked little was left to the imagination, she smiled knowingly and said something to me in French or Spanish, without knowing what she said, I just felt myself going red, knowing she must have seen me in post orgasmic state and the pictures of me on the laptop. Quickly I left the apartment.

As I reached the car park I saw my car, I walked across the car park, three workmen were watching my every step and the more I walked the more intent their gaze. My car was parked by a pillar and as I reached it, I knew the only way to get in was by stepping backwards and splaying my legs. The work men got a full view of my bald pussy. Like a shot they were over to the car.

"Hello, luv need some help getting in."

"I'm ok, thanks!"

"Oh, I'd say you are more than ok, specially with that smooth cunt of yours."

The man doing the talking looked about 50, he was tall and quite fit, the two guys next to him were younger, about 25 - 30. He held my arm, I knew having seen my pussy, he could now see straight down my front.

"Posh birds like you should not tease us workers."

He pulled me out of the car roughly, but instead of being scared, I felt a wave of lust come over me. I half struggled, as he pulled me across the car park, to the tool and electricity room. Closing the door behind him and his mates I was thrown to the floor. 

"So how do you want it, luv?" He asked, his mates looked concerned.

"Look at her, she wants it." He glanced at them.

I was breathing hard, they could see my erect nipples and my engorged clit, the dampness around my pussy lips revealed all. The older man dropped his trousers, his semi hard member was presented to my lips. I should have protested, at least put up a pretense of refusal but instead I opened my mouth and I hungrily sucked him in, my mouth worked up and down and sucked the blood into him, soon he was as hard as a rock and I suspect harder than he had been for some years. Behind me, I heard some rustling of belts being undone and clothes removed and then felt a cock placed against my pussy lips, I was soon being roasted.

"Aye, you two, what about me?"

"Don't you worry son, she's got enough for all three of us, haven't you? You little slut!"

I could only partially nod, and put out a hand, it was soon firmly holding the third guys prick.

The two younger guys thrust their hips, while the older man measured his thrusts holding the back of my head and I soon could feel the speeding rhythm behind me as the young guy in my pussy began to reach orgasm, as much as I could, I thrust back, with a deep groan he came deep in side me. The cock in my hand was removed quickly and replaced the flaccid dick in my pussy, but it was all too much for him and he came after a couple of thrusts. I continued to suck and nibble the dick in front of me, his hand on the back of my head long deep thrusts, slowly getting faster and faster, my hands grabbed his buttocks, digging my nails in deep, he pulled my head back releasing his cock and spraying over my face, my hair, my chin. Unceremoniously, he cleaned his cock in my hair,and pushed me back on the floor.

"C'mon lads, tea breaks over, back to work."

He dressed and, as they left the room, he said to me.

"When you're done, slut, shut the door behind you."

Then they left.

As they walked away, I heard them, one voice said

"You won't tell Sharon will you."

There was just laughter

"No lad and the pair of you, make sure you wash your knobs properly, you never know what you could catch from a slut like that's pussy, that's why I stay up the top end."

What had I done, what was I becoming and why did I love it so much. Barely a touch of my pussy thinking " a slut like that" over and over in my mind and I came.

I got up wiping the cum on my face onto Jakes shirt and having to suffer two loads dribbling down my thighs, as I walked back to the car and go home to contemplate what to do next.

Let me know if you want me to continue with this story of Kelly's enlightenment.



Kelly Celebrates Freedom Ch. 03



I took a further two days off work and spent a lot of time playing and thinking about what I wanted to do next. It was one thing fantasising about these things, but the reality is something else and I so loved it. I felt that I could go further, but was I mad!! I had been degraded and used in the car park, allowed myself to be practically raped and I felt I could go further. How could I? Where would this lead?

I have always believed men were led by their pricks, now it was dawning on me that women could just as easily be led by their clits. Maybe not women in general, I was talking about me. I had never come across a woman with the desires my mind and body were expressing. It's like I had tasted the forbidden fruit and just wanted more and more. It was not the sex, oh no, not the sex at all, yes I loved the cocks the filling all of my holes. But it was the submission, the humiliation and the degradation and I knew that I could take a whole lot more of this.

On the second day, I arranged for some pampering at my beauty salon, I had my usual masseur, Julie a lady of about 45 years old, slim and well groomed, as you would have imagined in this business. As I got there I remembered my bruising, there was not a lot I could do. I allayed her fears that I had not been beaten and that my celebration of my divorce had turned out more energetic than I had intended. As I lay on the table her gentle ministrations to my aching body worked a treat and I soon was in a deep trance.

So deep that I started to dream of being kissed, stroked, pulled, pinched ..... my mind suddenly kicked in and woke me, I was on the table being massaged, and oh was my body reacting .... My nipples were erect and tingling, my pussy swollen and dripping. Julie smiled at me.

"Don't worry, your not the first to have been turned on by a massage and you won't be the last, although you're the first girl who has been after having been a client for so long. Let me help you"

She slipped her finger onto my clit and slowly manipulated it.

"I only do this for my best clients"

She bent over and ran her tongue, where her finger had been. I just grabbed her head and thrust my pubis into her face. It took seconds for me to cum. She put her hand over my mouth as she licked and sucked. I could only growl through her hands and buck my hips involuntarily.

As I completed, she continued the massage, turning me on my front.

"So tell me, why so horny"

I gave a censored version of the last few days, which she just listened to. When I mentioned that I was getting a piercing, she assumed my nipple. 

"No down there!"

I pointed.

"I look forward to seeing that."

She said, as her hand returned to my pussy and started massaging again, I lay back shut my eyes and enjoyed, although one of my hands slipped under her tunic, slipped inside her thong and began to administer my own touch to Julies, untrimmed, pussy. As both of us rubbed against the fingers of the other, our hips took over and soon we jointly came with deep guttural moans. This was not the screaming orgasm of earlier, but equally satisfying. Julie presented my lips with her fingers and I greedily licked them clean, like the cake mix from the stirring spoon. Whether she expected the favour to be returned or not I don't know, but I was not going to miss the opportunity of tasting her and licked my own fingers, tasting her juices, which were slightly saltier than mine, but tasty never the less. 

A suddenly there was a knock on the door, Julies next appointment had arrived. She kissed me gently on the lips, said goodbye and left me in the room to slowly get ready to go, pulling on my clothing.

I was determined now to further my experiences, my pussy had taken over my mind, I could think of little else than sex, spending hours on these days off, on the internet. The first thing to do was get my pussy pierced, so I could go back to the Gumshoe. I phoned the number of the piercer that Cathy had given me, to my surprise, he sounded old – 50 plus – and he invited me to his home, in Kensington, as he only practised for sluts of the Gumshoe, supplied by Cathy was how he put it. I was told to wear no underwear, a short skirt, flat shoes and pop socks, I am sure you can justify most of that, but pop socks!!! Still I had some white ones and a pair of black flat shoes. Oh and I had to bring the ring for my clit and was told where to buy it from. He could not see me for a week, by which time I would be back to work. His name was Mr Quin (I thought he said Quim but was soon corrected).

The shop selling the rings was in Soho and I felt no embarrassment making the purchase. I talked to the guy selling them about which one would be best and, when he realised who was doing the piercing, he selected a thick solid silver ring, with fine detailed carvings of breasts and penises, with a small dangling chain and a diamond on its end. I gulped at the price £1,250.

"Cathy and Mr Quin expect only the best and for that to be where it is going you don't want any old tat."

I could afford it and thought why not, it will be my secret, between me and my lovers ... well not lovers ... fuckers. I was a little concerned about the chain, but it was detachable.

Now I was ready to meet Mr Quin at his home. His clothing request had sounded a bit schoolgirl ish, so I went the whole hog and wore a black bra, tight white blouse, short pleated gym skirt, white pop socks, black flat shoes and no panties. Ok I would not have passed in any school I knew, except maybe St Trinians, but a bit of a tart ..... very much so.

So a week after my massage, I arrived outside his home at 15.00, he was on the third floor of an old but expensive Edwardian apartment block. I rang the bell.

"Kelly, I assume." Said a gruff voice.

"Before you enter my home, remove your coat."

I had worn the coat to protect my modesty on the underground, as I was here and facing the doorway there was no problem. I waited for the door to be opened for me, but after a few minutes the intercom turned on again.

"I said no underwear, I see you are wearing a bra."

"I thought you meant panties, I have not got them on."

"You should listen, either remove your bra now, or make a new appointment"

I then had to struggle with my bra, whilst not removing my blouse, it wasn't easy as both were tight, and I had to undo my blouse half way, but soon I was standing there, waiting for the door to open.

After a few seconds, I turned towards the CCTV camera opened my blouse and flashed.

"OK, can I come in now"

He laughed and the door buzzed, I entered, doing up my blouse. I went up the stairs, passing a very posh women on the way who gave me a look that would kill, then a smile. I reached Mr Quins door, it was locked and I rang the bell. The door opened on a buzzer, as I entered it was dark, dimly lit, there was a smell of incense, I walked along the hallway and entered the only room that was not locked.

Mr Quin was standing there, at least I assumed it was him. He was short and dumpy, with a scruffy beard, wearing what looked like and India pyjama suit. He held out his hand.

"How much"

I replied.

Gruffly he responded.

"Give me the ring to look at, you will not be paying me in money, now give the ring and sit"

Under a throw, was a wooden chair, if I describe it, it was de of solid oak, the seat tipped back slightly and ones legs went on two separate platforms, which spread your legs apart.

But my mind was racing at the thought of payment not being by money, surely not, by personal services.

I sat in the chair, aware that my pussy was spread apart and exposed, but then he was going to be down there soon enough.

My arms were on the arm rests and he moved close to me, standing with his legs either side of mine. I could smell his sweaty body and his crotch was at eye level with the outline of his cock clearly visible. It did not seem a bad size. I was waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next, I was feeling vulnerable. His hand reached down and deftly he pulled straps up either side of the arm rests, trapping my arms, his body pushed forward on my head and he pulled round a strap to keep my head held against the chairs head board.

"This is my payment!"

As I opened my mouth in protest, a ball gag was pushed in. To say I was scared is an understatement, but my mind kept on repeating Cathy would not let me get hurt .. would she? After all she did not really know me and she satisfied my fantasies what if this was his?

He went towards the dresser at the side of the room and I realised next to it was a camera on a tripod, with another 50 something man behind it. He smiled at me and said to Mr Quin.

"That's another fine bit of meat that Cathy has delivered to us"

The camera started clicking, the camera man took it off its tripod and came taking shots of my face, between my legs, my breasts.

"Look at her she's already wet and we ain't done nothing .. yet!"

Mr Quin came back over to me, his sweat smelling stronger, were my senses heightened by the tension I was feeling? He bent down, looked me in the eye, I could smell cigarettes in his beard, he opened his mouth, his tongue extended, as he licked my face, all over his tongue travelled, he licked up the drool that was seeping out from the side of the ball gag, I knew that my discomfort was being recorded.

He stood up and from behind him he pulled out a large bowie knife, before I had a chance to react, it slipped down my blouse, the blunt side cold against my skin, he pulled forward and my blouse was sliced through, my breasts fell out exposed. He pulled the string on his pyjamas and they dropped to the floor, now my eyes popped wide, what a cock, it was enormous ... 9 / 10 inches and as thick as a fist.. For a fleeting second my fears had been surpassed by lust, but they quickly returned.

"She liked what she saw Mr Quin, lets see if she'll be quite so happy later."

Mr Quin ignored him, he had said little since I had arrived. His sinister nature, his dirtyness was an incredible aphrodisiac. He leaned forward and began gyrating his hips rubbing his cock on my face, very soon, it was oozing pre cum and this made his rubbing easier. Soon my left side was covered. As he gyrated the photography stopped and the ball gag was removed. The pre cum was fingered into my mouth and I sucked the fingers clean.

"Ever sucked one this big?"

"No" I whispered.

The strap around my forehead was released.  For no reason I was slapped around my face, two three times. As the tears welled up in my eyes, my head was held back and this enormous cock was thrust in, the power meant I had no time to accommodate it and my throat was raped deeply, I could smell his unwashed pubes, as my gag reflex tried to operate. As my throat was violated, I felt my pussy being opened, something was at my pussy lips, something large opening and stretching me, but easing in to my well lubricated pussy. As both my mouth and pussy were being pounded, my excitement levels were rising.

Mr Quin stepped back, his cock left my mouth and I was able to gasp for breath. I could see the camera man between my legs, feeding a large black dildo into my pussy.  At some stage he had undressed - he was naked. As his dildoed my pussy his fingers played with my butt hole. As I reached climax, he stopped, I needed him to continue to finish me , but they allowed my orgasm to subside, leaving me unfulfilled.

"Please, finish me, please more..."

They laughed.

"You'll come my dear, but not yet, when we say."

He reached down and gently tweaked my nipples, before suddenly tightening his fingers, harder and harder, squeezing them like he wanted them to burst, the pain was awful, the squeeze then became a pull as he slipped strong nipple clamps on each of them.

Everything was captured on camera, but then the camera man came forward again, both men came close to my face, I could smell them, stale smoke, alcohol, their faces inches away.

"Filthy whore!!"

"Slut!!"

"Tart!!"

Then they both spat great globules of spittle into my face, much of it catching my lips.

"Drink it – not a drop should be missed"

My tongue extended and I drew into my mouth as much of their spit as possible.

A lever was pressed on the chair and the whole thing swung back so now it was if I was on my back with my legs in the air, still spread, but to both of the men my pussy and ass were exposed and more easily accessible. 

Mr Quin tugged at the nipple clamps, while the camera man smiled as he rubbed my clit, bringing on to me more painful ecstasy. As my bud grew and stiffened he pulled it, teased it, tortured it until that too was large enough to be clamped. I was now no longer able to tell if I was in ecstasy or being tortured.

My juices were flowing out of me, down my ass, over and between my buttocks. The camera man used these to lubricate my anus, first with his fingers and then he positioned his cock, my body told me this was no torture as the little movement I was allowed enabled me to thrust back at his cock as it gently entered me. At some stage and I can't really put a finger on exactly when, I went from being scared to being a rampant slut, it was like a switch had been flicked on and wherever a cock was I wanted to ride it and ride it hard. So I pushed back with my ass and squeezed tightly, I could feel him losing control and instead of gently shafting my ass, he was thrusting hard and deep., but he could not keep it up and he withdrew, just before exploding, came round to my face and while my tongue licked the head of his cock he tossed in my face till finally the explosion came over my face in my hair, I was covered. He ran his cock over my face, rubbing in his juices.

Mr Quin was playing with my engorged clit, rubbing it, stroking in it, pinching it, the camera man was teasing my, by now sore nipples, tugging on a chain between the clamps, that he had added. Mr Quins tongue, fingers and the dildo in my pussy and the tugging on my nipples drew me closer and closer to orgasm, but each time just before the point of no return, they let me drift back to "just" high arousal and then back up to orgasm, until finally the point of no return .. it had built up inside me and now was ready to explode, my whole body convulsed sharply, pain thrashed through my breasts as the nipple clamps were removed, I felt a sharp pain in my clit which only heightened the intensity of the orgasm and another in my nipple, how long this lasted I don't know, it was more than seconds, felt like minutes, during this time I had thought I had heard the door ring, and a buzz, but I was far too gone, far too spent to clearly think and understand anything around me.

As I came down there was a pain in both my clit and my nipple. During the orgasm my piercing had been done and my left nipple had been added with a small silver ring. The orgasm had been intense and I could barely look up, there was the camera man, Mr Quin both naked and erect, they stood there discussing my piercings and to my dismay they had been joined by two other men, both in their 50's both naked and both sweating like pigs, I was exhausted, there was nothing I could do. The remaining straps were removed and I was lifted bodily from the chair, every joint ached. I was carried into a room and laid on the bed face down. The four men surrounded me and I was raised, so I was on my hands and knees.

"Leave her cunt!!"

A cock was presented to my mouth, greedily I ate it up, sucking deep, as I felt my ass being entered again – something was being rubbed into my clit, reducing some of the pain from the piercing. My left hand reached out for a cock and I soon discovered what I was seeking, rubbing my hand up and down its length, the cock up my ass must have been one of the new men as he shot quickly and I was filled with more cum, quickly he was replaced while I continued to suck, only it was not my ass this time, it was pushing deep and hard into my pussy and I recognised the cock which was long and thick, I felt stretched. My ministrations to the cock in my mouth resulted in a gush of cum, which was sprayed into my mouth, on my face, in my hair on my chest.

Again I was lifted and Mr Quin left my pussy, he lay on the bed and I straddled his cock, half me and the rest them, I lowered onto his cock, it went even deeper, I had not thought I would be able to take it to the hilt, but I had, with the help of the others I rode it, pushing up and dropping down, orgasm after orgasm ran through my body as Mr Quin held my breasts, we both reached a crescendo, he fired his come into me, my body spasmed and jerked, I screamed as I came, I collapsed on him, my face buried into his beard, I felt his companions tossing beside me and felt as their cum shot into my hair and drifted into a deep, deep sleep.

I was woken by the intercom buzzing, I ignored it, but I looked around to see the others but the room was deserted. The voice over the intercom called my name, 

"Miss Kelly, I have instructions to take you home, please let me in"

The apartment was deserted, I was naked except for the socks, I pressed the buzzer expecting to be clothed by the time the caller was here. But I could find nothing and he entered the room.

"Nice job, he's a great piercer that Mr Quin"

He said as he entered the room, looking at my breast and then my pussy. He threw me my coat, which he had picked from behind the front door and pointed to my shoes. Thinking about it I realised that my blouse was ripped and the skirt so short not worth it anyway, so I put on my coat and found my hand bag. We left the apartment and went to his car.

I sat in the back of the Mercedes, it was gone mid night, I begin to drift. I was brought back to reality as my mobile rang.

"Hello?"

A familiar Australian twang came across

"My boys had a great time to night and say your jewellery looks good, how about you."

I could see in the rear view mirror this face of a blond, covered in dry spittle and cum, her hair bedraggled, make up smudged over her face, her tits hardly covered by clothing.

I contemplated, I had sore breasts, a nipple and clit that hurt like hell, there was semen oozing from my ass and my pussy and dried on my face and in my hair, not to mention on the rest of my body.

"I hurt like hell, I look like shit, I have been used and abused by old smelly sweaty overweight men ,I have had my clit pierces and my nipple without my permission......you ask did I enjoy tonight?............................. You betcha"

"Ok" She replied "You need to heal up, Jake and I are away for a month, when I'm back we'll I'll be in touch. In the meantime .. be good."

With that the phone went dead. I slept the rest of the journey and retired to my own bed for a deep and thoroughly deserved sleep.



Kelly Celebrates Freedom Ch. 04



It was a few weeks after I had got my piercings that I heard from Cathy, it was not news I was happy to hear. She and Jake were not returning till August and The Gumshoe was closed till they returned. They invited me to Australia to stay with them, but with my job it was just not practical.

So after all this initial excitement and getting my body bits pierced for them (not that I minded), I felt let down. I had spent the last few weeks anticipating their return and reacquainting myself with the Gumshoe. I had only my vibrator and fingers to accompany the DVDs of my experiences with Mr Quin, at the Gumshoe, although I had been going back to playing in chat rooms.

I had met a number of people on the chat rooms, but had never followed up their suggestions of a face to face meeting. The cyber sex had always been rough and ready and gone to all sorts of extremes .. so I needed to be careful. This recent explosion of sexuality had made me less cautious, or rather more needful and the subsequent drought of activity was making me crawl up the wall. I continued to remain calm and play on line, but on line orgasms just don't cut it, after what I had been through.

There were a number of regular guys I had shared with, as well as the daily one offs. With my regulars (makes me sound like a whore), I shared much of what had happened to me recently and even a few photos, but with my face masked, to maintain anonymity. 

My call from Cathy had been at about 07.00 in the evening and to relieve my annoyance I went on line straight away. My frustration grew as I played with guy after guy, some of whom -- the non regulars would suddenly leave as they reached their climax. I just hoped they were more considerate of their wives needs in the real world.

I was talking to one of my regulars at around 10.00, who realised that something was up. I explained how horny I was and how let down I felt by Cathy and Jake, as well as the on line wasters. His on line handle was Bitchblaster -- which was what had first got me to latch on to him, his real name was John . 

We moved on from serious chat to sensuous / erotic / horny chat and I had soon removed my vibrator from the desk draw beside my PC. As I played with my clit and slipped the vibrator in and out of my pussy, John told me how he wanted to take me, force his cock in my mouth, force fuck me, I reached a crescendo. 

He asked me how I felt and it was good, but I still needed a good hard fucking and was as horny as hell. My cunt had taken over my mind and if John had been there with me, I would have jumped him there and then.

"Here is how it is." He said "We live about 20 minutes away from each other." We had discussed which districts we lived in previously, but not exact addresses. "Its 10.30, I have a lock up, 10 minutes away from you on the Industrial Estate off the main street, I want you to be there at mid night and we'll "sort you out". How's that sound?"

I asked what he meant by "sort you out.". "Lets say, your fantasies will be explored", he replied. I had not picked up on "we'll".

Normally, I would have refused, too dangerous, a stranger, but this added to my excitement and sexual tension tonight. He gave me the details of where to meet him. I was sitting at my PC, surrounded by my clothes, except for my silk black hold ups, which I had not removed during the evening. I typed that I had better get dressed, but he said assertively, "No, come as you are, just wear a coat, for the journey!".

By the time we had agreed arrangements, "safe words", etc, it was almost time to go. My ardour had dropped a little, with nerves, but I decided to see it through. Just in case anything should happen, I put as much information as I had about John on a piece of paper and put this on the notice board in my kitchen, I then phoned my work phone and left a voice mail message with the details. Fortunately only I ever listened to my voice mails.

At 11.50, I left home wearing my raincoat, which still had cum stains on the inside from when I had been with Mr Quin, and my black hold ups, had combed my hair and added make up. This was the first time that I had been out for sex since my piercing, which had now healed, but I had not had a chance to be waxed, so there was a light down of pubic hair, trimmed close to my pubis.

I took the Mondeo and had told John to expect it, I did not want some innocent girl being taken, through mistaken identity. Even if John had seen photos of my face in normal shots, it would be hard to explain if the police were involved and anyway if anyone was going to be taken by force tonight it was me!

I entered the Industrial Estate and soon found the lock up, it was at the far end of the Estate on the corner, at the end of a row. It was quiet, no sign of life, I thought I must have been early or rather John late, I really did not want to be standing here waiting, if he had got cold feet and decided not to show. I may want to be forced, but in a controlled way and not by some blokes passing by, after a night on the piss.

Just in case, I went to the door and knocked quietly, whispering "John, its me, I'm here."

Suddenly, from the side of the lock up, two men rushed at me, I was slammed face first on to my car bonnet, one held me down and leant forward, "don't ever call me John, bitch". I felt the second man holding me from behind, roughly he pushed up my coat revealing my ass and pussy, he kicked my legs apart and thrust his hand between my legs. There was no subtlety his fingers were not trying to make me wet, just loosen the opening a bit, that said it needed very little to get my juices flowing again and his wet fingers were presented to my mouth, as I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. Not caring how wet I was wet (did John assume I would be or did his friend just not care), he thrust in. As I was being fucked, John raised me off the bonnet and undid my coat and pulled it off. There I was in the open, on the front of my car, stark bullock naked being fucked. John took my arms and cuffed them behind my back. The thrusting behind me was getting harder and faster, he dug his nails into my back and ran them down, drawing a strange feeling of pain and sexual enjoyment, as his breath began to race, and his thrusts became faster, he withdrew.

"Plenty of time to fill that with cream he said."

He knelt down and pushed my legs apart as he began to kiss and lick my vulva. His tongue was expert, slipping between my ass and my pussy, while his finger played with my clit and clit ring. The new sensation of the ring being tugged and tweaked, set me off into a series of mini orgasms. His tongue was then replaced by fingers slipping in and out of my ass, it was not long before he was thrusting all fingers to his knuckle, something else that was hurting but enjoyable at the same time.

Lying half face down half on my side, I looked up and John was on the phone, he turned to me, whilst unconsciously tugging, at my nipple ring, under me. 

"My friend is on the phone and I have invited him to come over, but he wants a personal invitation from "The Slut", before he'll come, with some friends. Tell him." and he put the phone by my ear.

"Please come over". I whispered.

John slapped my buttock, it stung and pulled hard on the nipple ring, the surprise of it made me scream. "Its not a tea party, tell him who you are and why you want him and his friends to come over."

"Please come over, I am Kelly and I want you to fuck me".

Again, I received a slap on my buttock and this time the ring was dropped and he grabbed my nipple between forefinger and thumb. The phone was taken away from my ear. I was flipped over on my back on the car, at an angle across the bonnet. His friend standing up and stepping back. He slapped me across my pussy, sending a mixture of pain and excitement through me.

"Sorry mate, she seems a bit reticent about what she wants, so you won't be able to come". Said John, "it's a shame, she's a nice piece of meat, but she don't want you!"

I looked up, "Please", I whispered. As the phone was put to my ear, the other guy was again at my pussy and ass, with his fingers and it was taking all of my will power not to come.

"aaaaah!".

"So bitch, do we get some?"

"Yes, I am a dirty fucking slut, I want your cocks and your cum!"

"You'll get some, Kelly and more, where do you want to be fucked?"

"Every where, please, My cunt!" My pussy! My ass, My mouth!!!"

"Yeah and we're gonna cum and piss all over you -- right bitch."

As I heard piss, I recoiled, I was shocked.

"Right bitch!"

Before I could answer the phone was removed from my ear.

"See you, soon". 

I tried to protest, but I was pulled back on the hood of the car. My head was off the edge, John had dropped his pants and pushed my head back, so that he could feed his cock into my mouth, and it needed to be fed, it was semi erect and was already big in length, although girth was average. As he entered my mouth his fingers first played, then pulled on my nipple ring. It felt strange, pushing a wave of ecstasy through my body, seeing this the second guy stood up repositioned himself and began thrusting into my cunt taking Johns cue and pulled my clit ring, there was no subtlety, he was tugging quite hard, but it still sent electric through me. The pair of them were using my piercings like the reigns of a horse while they rode me. With my hands behind me there was little I could do to join in, bucking my hips and moving my head. 

The two of them going at me, the playing with my rings and the frustration of the last few weeks soon weld up in me and as I ,involuntarily, started to thrash on the car, both partners also increased their pace, quickly all three of us came in tandem, the two guys withdrawing and coming over me. Once again I had a face covered in cum and this time my pussy lips and butt. 

John used my coat to wipe my face, as he said he did not want to taste that goo, when he kissed or licked me. As we came down from the high of orgasm, We were caught in the glare of headlights.

"Hi guys.", waved John.

Five guys jumped out of the car. They eyed me up and down, like a pack of lions. Nervously I smiled at them.

"Wow, that's a sexy piece of meat, we're gonna have fun tonight boys."

One of them came over to me and grabbed my head, pushing his face to mine, he gave me a long hard French kiss. Each of the other guys did the same, grabbing a bit of tit as they did while John and his friend spread my legs and played with my pussy and ass.

When they all had had their kissing they asked me if that was nice, well it was, so I nodded, they laughed and I was suddenly covered in flying spittle. "You liked that so much have some more." shouted John, as he joined in. My face and hair was covered in spit, they were accurate, I realised with out being told that I should lick it up as far as my tongue could reach.

"here or in the lock up?" Asked John.

"Lock up, its better equipped."

"Lets go in!".

They lifted me off the car boot and took me into the lock up, inside I was pushed to my knees, "suck this bitch!". Still cuffed, I could only use my head, my tongue ran up and down this cock. The others, at first stood around watching, whilst removing their clothing. Then whilst my mouth worked on the cock in front of me, I felt hands feeling my breasts, my buttocks and pussy. My piercings were obviously proving a novelty, as they were being tweaked and pulled raising my levels of ecstasy. Soon the fingers were moving from my clit into my pussy and my ass.

Not knowing what had gone on before one voice shouted, "She's well loose back here, we ain't done anything yet, but baby its gonna get even looser, but I think you probably don't mind that do you, aye slut."

My head was pushed off the cock in front and held an inch or two away, my mouth opened, whilst, he tossed himself, after a few strokes my face and mouth received its second load of the night. He spurted and spurted, I tried to drink as much as I could, but some dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin.

The guys had carried a couple of crates of booze, beer, whisky, vodka. I was used to drinking spirits, so when they presented a bottle of vodka to my lips, I had no problem taking a few gulps. They meanwhile were drinking beer and whisky. Two of them picked me off the floor, the cuffs were undone and my arms pulled in front and recuffed. They were then raised above my head. I had not noticed, but there was a pulley system on the ceiling and the cuffs were slipped over a hook. The pulley then raised me of the floor, so I was standing on tip toes.

The guys carried on watching me, John reached to the work bench, the vodka was giving me a warm feeling all over, his hand came up and he held a rope with a frayed end. He just watched me! Moving round and round.

Two of the guys grabbed my legs and raised them of the floor, spreading them. A chain was pulled from the wall on either side of me, a leather cuff was put on each ankle and I was hung from the ceiling legs splayed.

John stroked my breasts with the end of the rope, the excitement in the room was high, just the feeling of the rope on my nipples made me breath hard. In previous conversations I had revealed that I wanted to be flagellated , but not too hard! The stroking and expectation were turning me on, my moans were enhanced by the alcohol, some one had come up behind me and was positioning their cock against my ass. It easily slipped in, I gasped, this new position gave it great depth, as he bounced me up and down, John brought the rope down on my breasts, hard, it reverberated through my body and felt as good as I had imagined.

"Count each strike and say thank you."

I did as I was told, I could see out of the corner of my eye each guy, five of them stroking their members. And with each strike, the thrust up my ass was harder and harder, until the 25 th stroke and he came, gushing into me. My breasts were bright red from their beating, John moved round behind me, someone else moved in front, he poured more vodka down my throat, gratefully received. He put his arm round me, held my buttocks, lifted me and dropped me down on his cock. As he thrust, my back and buttocks were being flayed, this time there was no counting, just shouting from the guys .. come on bitch, take it bitch, whip the bitch were shouted through my haze of sexual abandonment and alcohol. There was very little I could do chained, as I was and soon the thrusting reached a climax and I was filled with more cum, I could feel it dripping out of my pussy, down my ass and on to the floor.

He was replaced by another guy at my pussy the flagellation had stopped, John took a beer bottle and while my pussy was fucked from the front, it was inserted up my ass, this was obviously amusing as the guys were all laughing at the sight.

I noticed John was on the phone, but ignored it.

Whilst, the fucking was great my arms were beginning to hurt, which a couple of the guys must have recognised, once my current penetrator had finished they released my legs, raised me off the hook above. As I tried to stand my stiff legs, gave way and I was gently lowered to the floor, my handcuffs removed.

To reward my two heroes, I took their cocks into my hands and alternated between sucking them and tossing them. This evening had seen my mouth get off rather lightly compared to the hammering my breasts, pussy and ass had taken -- this was soon to change. 

We had already been here a few hours and some of the guys were thanking John and leaving, as they departed they would ruffle my hair or kiss me and say thanks and goodbye. I felt the party was ending.

There was only John, his original friend and me left, I was fairly covered in cum, from head to foot, once again I was being roasted by the two of them, one in my mouth the other in my pussy. As much as I had enjoyed the evening, I was pleased that it was coming to an end.

At that thought and that moment, I heard the sound of a motorcycle, big engine. It rode straight into the lock up. Two people got of, the first high fived John, "wow man this looks like fun, she sure looks like she's been worked over". The second took off the crash helmet. Hi John, she said, as she fluffed her hair. She was wearing a short leather skirt, calf motor bike boots, a white singlet and a leather jacket. The two of them got a beer each and leant back against the work bench and watched the show, as I continued to suck and be fucked.

The guy behind me came first, his thrusting speeded up and he pulled out and came over my ass. The biker dropped is pants and came over. He chose my ass and despite the working out it had already had this evening, I could feel it, he was that big. The blond, picked up the rope. "What you doing with my man bitch.", she said, before bringing the rope down hard across my back. How could I reply, my mouth was full of cock. I had one hand on my clit, I was rubbing furiously, it only took a couple of strikes with the rope before I came again. Sucking deeply and bucking my hips John came over me -- my face, my hair. He wiped his cock in my hair and went to get a beer. The blond went back to the work bench, leaned back and told the biker to bring me over to her, he withdrew from my ass, grabbed my hair and dragged me over. She leant back splayed her legs and raised her skirt, she wore no panties, exposing her un tended pussy. My few cunt eating experiences had always been with tightly trimmed or bald pussy's so this was a new experience, not that it mattered to me, I just wanted to eat. I could see she was already wet, dripping, but as my tongue touched her labia, I realised that her glow was not from her pussy juices, she had already been fucked that night and her pussy was smeared with cum -- the bikers? Maybe -- who knows in this world. I licked, running my tongue up and down her clit, sucking it in, then running it down to her hole, sticking it right in to get as much juice as I could. I heard the guys crowding round me, as the blond began to shake and her orgasm grow, my own fingers were bringing me to satisfaction, playing with my clit and pushing into my pussy, spurts of come were landing on my back and hair.

As the blond came she screamed and held the back of my head, so that I could not move away, as she came down from the high, she released her bladder and showered my face. Her golden shower shot every where in my face and hair and I drank some down, she released my head and as I looked up her flow struck my red and bruised breasts. She pushed me back, pushed her skirt down leant down and kissed me on the lips, her tongue entering my mouth as she pulled my nipple ring. Each of the guys then stood in front of me.

I was told to hold their pricks and open my mouth, each of them fired their golden liquid into my mouth, I drank as much as I could and the rest ran down my body. As each finished they got dressed and left leaving just John and me.

I was so hyper after all that had gone on, John picked me up and rested me against him, as he gently stroked me bringing me down from my high he kissed me, his fingers straying from my breasts to my pussy, feeling their way through the goo, giving me mini orgasms, then putting his fingers to my mouth, so I could lick him clean. As I came down from my high, I began to be sleepy. John leant me against the side and picked up my piss and cum stained coat -- I must have looked a treat, with my hold ups round my ankles. Before he put the coat on me, he took some pictures with my camera which he fond in the pocket.

It was getting light outside, it must have been about 5 a.m. He lay me down on the floor and whispered that I should sleep off some of the alcohol before going home and avoid main roads. I drifted of and slept till mid day.

I drove home and went to my PC, I had decided that this was getting out of hand and I would need to stop, despite my enjoyment. Tonight had been eye opening and fun, but it could have been dangerous and who knows what could have happened. I was going to delete my links to porn sites and chat rooms, but I just could not do it. My mind said yes my clit said no. I looked through my camera memory and I have to say I look pretty sexy, covered in cum and pee, naked, fluffy pussy and even stockings around my ankles. John had asked for a copy of the pics, so I masked my face and sent a couple to him, knowing he would put them on his blog. I did resolve and my clit agreed, that I would no longer be so reckless and I would only go through known sources, i.e. Cathy or John.




Kelly Celebrates Freedom Ch. 04



The next day there was an e-mail from Cathy. Another change in plans! She and Jake had been buying a sex business in Europe that consisted of sex clubs, porn publications and films and brothels. It was owned by an Australian and they had been taking over his staff and management, but on completion of the deal the finance director had resigned. Well I was eminently qualified and I was on a journey of enlightenment, not to mention free entry to the Clubs, I would be based in offices between London and Paris, the pay was good. It's the break I needed career wise and you never know what the added benefits would be like...

Please let me know how you would like Kelly's adventures to go and leave me a comment xx



Kelly Celebrates Freedom Ch. 05



The previous stories about Kelly have been fairly hard and rough. In this adventure, I have taken a softer approach, moving away from the quasi rape type scene that Kelly enjoyed, but had started to worry about. I'd be interested in you the readers views on where Kelly should go next. Follow the more seedy kinkier rough house activity or the gentler, but to me no less erotic example as set in this story. Or would you like this to be the end of Kelly's published adventures, so that your own imagination can take her to wherever you want, let me know.

Kelly goes to work

After a marathon sex session with an on line contact and his friends, I had decided that things were getting out of hand and that I needed to back off from my escapades, a bit.

At the same time my new friends, Cathy and Jake a young rich Australian brother and sister had acquired a controlling share in a European porn business, and offered me the role of financial director, based in London and Paris with frequent trips around Europe and occasionally to Australia, to meet the other shareholders. This seemed an ideal job for a qualified FD and a sex mad nymph. Three months later, as I joined the company, however, Cathy and Jake explained that there were rules.

"This is a sex empire and we are selling sex." Pointed out Jake, "However, it is a business, we bought it for two reasons. Firstly, people make businesses work that they have an interest in or their hobby -- you may have guessed this is our hobby!"

"The sex we sell is quality, in the brothels, the clubs, the magazines and the films .. all are at the top end of the market. No quick shags on a mouldy mattress. Everything we sell and do is quality, even our sleaze is quality sleaze." He smiled.

"Secondly, this is a business. We are not throwing money into some ones condom, we believe this business has the ability to naturally grow by 30% in the next two years by organic growth, 20% by competitive acquisition and 35% by new business. We want to have fun, but making money comes before we do." He smiled at his pun and got up.

"Cathy will take you through how you will conduct yourself as a member of the main board management staff." With that he left. I was slightly hurt that there was no peck on the cheek as normal.

"So Kelly, as FD on the Main Board, you report to me as Joint MD, Jake covers the marketing side of things. You need to make sure he spends as little as possible on hair brained marketing ideas. I run the financial side of the business and you'll do that for me."

In the first few minutes of the meeting my knickers had got damp in anticipation of the time we were spending ahead. If anyone had tested my pussy now, I am sure that I would feel as dry as sand paper down there. They really were serious about their business.

"I am sure that you came here thinking life would be one long shag, and thought this meeting would be a tryst on the settee."

I protested my innocence that I was far too professional to have thought that. She did not respond, although I saw a wry smile fleetingly pass her lips.

"In this business, in the office, we have fun, but it is no different from the fun we would have in any other business. There is no sex on the premises, you do not open doors and find couples having sex, work is work and play is play and the two are kept separate. So don't expect Jake or I or any other member of staff here to even kiss you, let alone shag you -- during office hours." Then she smiled "Now outside office hours, is another matter."

"All members of staff have free entry to the Sex Clubs and to my knowledge all have been to them, more than once, but we don't keep records."

"You will primarily be based here in London, but once a month will spend a week in Paris, where we have separate offices and we have our biggest two sex clubs. The sex clubs and brothels will only be needed to be visited once a quarter."

"Right that's the rules and regs. Lets take you to your office and get you settled in." We got up. "Oh", she said, "You need to see an optician!"

I was a bit taken a back at this rather strange comment. "Why?"

"Well, either your eyes were lying to me or they were lying to you, either way they need checking!" She paused, "not expecting a sexual tryst -- yeah get real!"

She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Welcome to the company, dinners at eight, the car driver will collect you from your office at 7.00, you'll stay the night, we have arranged a change of clothing. And if you tell Jake that I've kissed you in the office, I'll revoke your contract of employment!"

She took me to my office and left me with my new assistant, who was to introduce me to the staff and then start my induction. 

He showed me around the building, which was like any other office , until we got to the design area and studios, where you can imagine there were all sorts of sexual pictures being reviewed or hung up and in the studio were photographic shoots. I was introduced to staff and models casually and whilst everybody was very nice, I could feel them all staring to see how I would react to this male and female nudity. I tried my best to look calm and collected and asked questions about costs, time sheets, contract payments versus retainers etc,. Not easy to do when you wanted to point at some ones Dick and shout "wow, what a whopper!" Or just stare at the beauty of a young girls breast, before taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking.

I maintained the cool exterior and after we left the studio area, we went back to my office, I resisted the temptation to visit the ladies to mop up my pussy and waited till after I had had a coffee.

My assistant, John said well done, most guys come out of there with their eyes on stalks. I simply explained I was here to do a job and not be distracted by the product. Us accountants have a great reputation for coolness, or is it no personality, John probably thought the latter.

After the tour, we got down to work and it was not long before my professional hat was on and we were immersed in spread sheets.

At 7.30 the driver knocked on my door, John and I were hard at it, and the only spreading was in Excel. It took us another 20 minutes to close everything down.

It was strange looking at Spreadsheets with titles like "Region One Brothels Income", Regional Sex Clubs -- Europe", but once we started looking at the numbers it all became normal.

It took a couple of hours to get to Cathy and Jakes place, out in Hertfordshire. They had a flat by the Thames and one in Docklands, but they were flying out to Amsterdam from Stanstead the following morning -- at least that's what I thought.

"Jake won't be here tonight, he's had to go to Holland already. How was your first day -- I hear you passed the studio test."

Cathy was dressed in a low cut summer dress, with no obvious bra, it was very flouncy and with her general bouncyness, she looked very mouth watering. Whereas, I was in my business suit, which I felt great wearing at work, but in a social setting felt like a dyke and I am sure that together we looked like a couple of lesbians. Not that that worried me, I just felt uncomfortable.

The days work had been exhausting and sex was the furthest from my mind, relaxation with fine Australian wine (an oxymoron?), good company and food was all I needed today.

The meal was gorgeous, Cathy had a cook, surprise, surprise, a Romanian girl, Tatia, who made us a rich stew with beef. After the meal we sat back in the lounge together on a large settee.

One of the straps on Cathy's dress had fallen away and her breast kept on playing "peek a boo" with me, so that after a few minutes I could not resist staring. She smiled and cuddled up to me, pushing her strap off, so that her breast was exposed. Snuggled together, we carried on talking, but by now I was stroking her nipple and we kept stealing kisses from each other. 

When Tatia had come in to refill our glasses, I had jumped away, to the laughter of both girls. Tatia filled my glass and bent down and kissed me, gently and then with a probing tongue on and through the lips.

"There is no hierarchy here, when it comes to playing." Said Cathy. She had by now dropped both straps and was naked from the waist up. She and Tatia started undoing my top half, removing my jacket and then blouse and bra. My embarrassment of having the days sweat on my body was soon dispelled, when Tatia ran her tongue across my body, licking up all the sweat -- between and under my breasts and into my armpits. Quizzically I looked at Cathy. "Wait till you have your boots off she'll be between your toes with her tongue in no time. We all have fetishes, some people want their partner disinfected before they will touch them, with Tatia she is the other way, not the sweatier the better, but not far off."

To prove it, Tatia had got onto the floor and was removing my boots. Cathy and I were embraced in a long passionate kiss, naked breasts against naked breasts, tongue jousting with tongue.

Tatia had soon removed my boots and socks, her tongue was between my toes, on my heels and along the sole of my feet, along with the most desirable foot massage. As she worked on me, we were both loudly moaning.

Both naked to the waist, Cathy and I continued to kiss deeply and stroke each others upper torso. Cathy moved back and looked down. "Fantastic!" she said. Of course, I had got so used to my nipple ring that I had forgotten that it was its first exposure to Cathy. She quickly had her fingers playing with it, tweaking and pulling, whilst licking and kissing the nipple and breast itself. The ministrations from them both were building the excitement in me, as I held Cathy's head to my breast.

Tatia, too, had stripped to the waist and more, now dressed in just her thong. She had stopped eating my feet and was tugging at the belt in my trousers. Womens trousers are not made for sex and she was irritated by the side zip, but this was soon undone and I raised my hips to allow her to remove them. Swiftly she slipped her thumbs into my panty elastic and pulled these down with my trousers. I was rather relieved. Tonight was not a planned sex session, so my underwear was on the opposite end of the spectrum from sexy, but just right for practicalities of office life. The less seen of my Bridget Jones's the better. Cathy was slightly disappointed as she saw my pussy was no longer naked, but covered in a tightly trimmed layer of pubic hair.

"That will have to go." she commanded.

"OK," I replied

Tatia was despatched and soon came back with a razor, foam and warm water, I lay back as the two of them, set to work on my pussy, pubis and butt, working up a thick layer of foam, which then was removed by the expert application of the razor by Tatia -- a lady of many talents - until once again I was smooth and Cathy could admire my piercing below. She lay on the floor and I straddled her face leaning forward on all fours. Tatia moved to my head and we began to share tongues, whilst Cathy's fingers played below. Needless to say her grip on the ring was difficult since it was now covered in my natural lubricant. She fingered my clit ring, licked her fingers, fingered my ring and licked her fingers. Tatia had laid back on the floor, her vulva, below my head, her legs spread apart. I lowered my mouth to drink from her sex, whilst leaning on my elbows, my hands cupping her smooth and tiny buttocks. Her juices were like nectar, whilst I felt Cathy's fingers leaving my jewellery and playing with both of my entrances. 

Compared to my recent experiences, this was so much more erotic and no less enjoyable.

The three of us formed a sandwich, with me in the middle. Tatia got up and raised me off the floor and away from Cathy's fingers, following her lead we both went to Cathy picked her up, removed the remains of her clothing and placed her on the settee. I was handed a small vibrator, whilst Tatia set to work on Cathy's breasts, I watched her pecking and teasing them with her mouth and tongue and then flicking the nipples with her thumb and forefinger. OK, Cathy is the boss, but this was so good that I was being selfish and using the vibrator on me. Tatia was playing with herself with one hand and Cathy realising her clit was not getting any help from me had her hand between her legs. The three of us were frigging ourselves as if our lives depended on it and the site we had of each other added to the turn on. Soon we were all coming, with the added battery power I was first, then Cathy, before Tatia was finished off by both our mouths.

We laid back and relaxed in the after glow of orgasm. It was some while before the silence and peace was broken, Tatia rose and kissed each of us, before saying in her sweet accent "I must go now, that was great, I will see you in the morning!"

I asked, "You have her come here in the morning?". 

"No stupid. You really need to be more observant." 

"Why?" I asked.

Cathy rolled her eyes, smiled and said "Tatia is the receptionist at the office! She just likes to help out, especially if she is going to get in on a bit of fun as a reward. She told me she fancied you from the moment you sat in reception this morning, so I suggested that she come over and cook dinner."

I still could not put a face to the receptionist and took Cathy at her word. It was nice to know that there was no restriction to bedding work colleagues, as long as it was out side work.

"Right do you want me for the rest of the night, or should I order a couple of cocks? I own, remember, one of the best Male Escort Agencies this side of the Atlantic and I make sure I test out all of the new staff!"

I had enjoyed pussy so much tonight that I did not want to change it and just whispered, "lets stay with you."

Cathy held my hand and raised me off the settee and naked we walked to her bedroom. Living in the country must have its delights and standing in view of Cathy's large plate glass living room window would have given a view of two beautiful naked women walking past.

Cathy's bedroom was like the size of a house, in the middle was a king size round double bed with burgundy silk sheets. Typically the ceiling and two walls were mirrored and there was a drop down plasma TV.

We got into bed and started kissing and stroking. Cathy stopped and said, I've got something to show you. She grabbed the remote control and dropped the plasma TV down and she turned it on. 

As the picture came up she explained "This is our Brussels Brothel, 30 bedrooms, TV Rooms, four bars and sauna and steam rooms, the pictures are live feeds from our CCTV system." But I was not listening, the pictures covered all of parts of the building as she flicked through, including the rooms being used. Not all rooms were being used, but those that were included just straight sex, there was a blonde screwing a guy with a strap on, two girls and a guy, a dungeon room being used with a girl being flagellated with a cat o nine tails.

"What do you think." She asked with her hand between my legs feeling me get wet. "Wow"

"Jake and I often lie here masturbating, watching our clients."

"Are you allowed?"

"No, but it is primarily for security and then Jake and I see it as an added benefit, we would never abuse our customers trust. Anyway, I need to go there next week and want you to come with me, to look at the accounts. It should only take a day."

"That's fine." I thought to myself, a day two days, a week whatever, its work.

Cathy pulled me to her lips, gently kissing mine, her tongue gently probing, mine returning. Just as I was reaching a height of arousal, she said.

"I have a fantasy," 

"Hmm." I replied, captivated by her kissing, her fingers between my legs and the images on the plasma.

"Have you ever imagined what it would be like, to be paid by strangers for sex!"

It should have shocked me, it should certainly have dried me up, instead it tipped me over the edge. Like a bolt of lighting, I went from high arousal to exploding orgasm, my whole body arching and vibrating, thunderbolts spreading from my thighs. It seemed for ages and when I came out of it, I was exhausted.

"Shall we make two nights then ... one for work and one for play?"

Through my post orgasmic sobs, all I could do was lift my face smile and say ............"Yes!" As I fell asleep in Cathy's arms, my eyes were locked on one part of the screen as a man whipped a whore dangling from chains, as my eyes closed and sleep took over she transformed from a slim black girl into ... me!