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Digital Spy Ch. 01

By: davet1



I guess it all started when I got headhunted from my job as an electronics engineer, working for a firm in Birmingham. Now, I don't really care for Birmingham - though it has more lap dancing clubs per head of population than anywhere else in Britain! - but it was a good job, big salary, plenty of bonuses, flash car and all the office juniors I could fuck. Well, the latter part wasn't quite in my contract, but I'm an OK-looking guy and keep in shape, and being single I had plenty of cash to throw around. Oh, and there's the small matter of being a surveillance expert. Once I found a girl I liked it was a straightforward job to put undetectable wireless mics and cameras around her computer and in her car, and pretty soon I had a good idea of what kind of things she was into. Girls always talk to each other about what they like in bed, especially if they aren't being satisfied.

So if a hot young temp said she fancied some hunky bit of rough I wouldn't shave for a few days and make sure she saw me carrying some heavy bit of equipment on one shoulder, and pretty soon I'd be back at her place with her bent over the back of the couch and my cock in her ass. I'd also take the opportunity to secrete a few more cameras and mics around her home so I could enjoy her solo antics or with other guys. I run a pretty popular (and lucrative) website of the footage I get - the service provider's in Scandinavia, where the law doesn't look so sternly on voyeur porn.

That's where I sell my DVDs from too. My best seller is of a little slut called Sarah. The same day I'd put micro-cams all over her car (including the zooming, panning ones that, if I do say so myself, are a work of genius), I caught her in a pub car park being fucked senseless by eight guys. Luckily I was online monitoring the feed when it happened, so I got some killer shots of her pinned to the back seat with a cock in her ass and some guy's fist in her cunt. I'd also placed bugs on the outside of the car, and managed to get angles that were almost as good as if there'd been a camera crew there. When the guys shoved her over the bonnet and paired off to double-penetrate her asshole, I couldn't believe my luck. After they'd come all over her they took turns to piss in her mouth, and that's when I shot my load over the screen. After that she must have limited her activities to the bedroom, and since I never went home with her I didn't get to film the action. She left the company soon afterwards - I hear she's a big-time porn starlet in Germany these days.

Anyway, like I said I was headhunted, by a government agency as it turned out (I'd better not say which one, for obvious reasons). It seemed that they were already using some of the surveillance technology my company sold, and when they found out I'd designed all of it they offered me a job on the spot - five times the pay, any car I liked, penthouse pad in London's exclusive Docklands - score! They wanted me to start quickly, and there was just one problem; my apartment was being remodelled and wouldn't be ready for a while. Rather than put me in some overpriced hotel they asked if I'd mind staying with another member of their staff for a couple of weeks. Hey, I'd just hit a new tax bracket, like I gave a crap. So I put most of my stuff in storage, traded in my Skyline R34 for a silver Lamborghini Murcielago Roadster, and burned rubber down the M1 to London.

I'd decided to travel down Friday night so I had the weekend to settle in. I quickly found my lodgings; an expensive-looking end-of-terrace townhouse in South Kensington. It was about 7.30 when I arrived and the late September evening was starting to draw in as I rang the doorbell. I hadn't given too much thought to my host, what with the job offer and movie happening so quickly, so I was in for a pleasant surprise. All I knew was her name, Julia, and that she ran the agency's payroll department (hey, even spies need paycheques). But when she opened the door I forgot to breathe for a second, because here was a vision.

I guessed she was mid-forties (I later found out I was correct), in really good shape without being a health nazi, and she had curves in all the right places - my extracurricular business means I have a pretty good eye for measurements, and I figured she was about 36-25-37. Her face was slightly angular, with large, liquid grey eyes and a slightly pointed nose. Her skin was tanned but not leathery - she didn't look like she lived on a sunbed like some middle-aged women - and she had a beautiful shock of auburn hair without a trace of grey. I guessed she probably paid a premium to her colourist, but it was worth every penny. She was still dressed for work, in a pair of slightly high-heeled pumps, a dark blue skirt that fell to just below mid-calf, and a cream silk blouse. The latter was stretched tightly over a bust that looked to be about an E-cup, and a couple of buttons were undone to reveal a tempting bit of cleavage. Her jewellery was expensive but discreet, very businesslike, and perched on her nose was a pair of small, oblong-framed glasses. No wedding ring, I observed - not that that normally stopped me!

Now, that might not sound like much of an outfit to some guys, but I love women in business attire, especially with glasses. My cock twitched, and I realised I was staring. "Um, sorry," I stuttered. "You must be... Julia?"

She smiled nervously, I hoped because she'd been as impressed by what she'd seen as I was. "Yes, and you're Dan?"

"Guilty," I grinned, getting myself under control. "Is there somewhere I can park?" I shamelessly pointed a thumb over my shoulder at the Lambo.

"Wow," she said, almost to herself. Then out loud, "Yes, my garage is just around there..."

Typical London, the garage was around a corner and up a side-street, but I wasn't too bothered. I suggested she show me, and she seemed to like the idea. I opened the gullwing door and she slid into the seat. One of the fantastic things about a Lambo is, because the doors open upwards and the seats are so low to the ground, a girl can't sit down in a skirt without flashing her thighs at you. As I helped Julia into the car (always a gentleman, at least that's what I pretend) her skirt rode up and I caught a glimpse of what looked like the top of a stocking, or at least a hold-up. I almost ran around to the driver's side, eager to fire up the engine - I was hoping that Julia was the sort of woman who liked a fast car, and there are maybe three production cars in the world faster than a Murcielago.

I cranked the ignition and the engine roared. I don't know if you've ever heard a Lamborghini V12, but it sounds like a dragon being sucked through a jet engine. It's loud, and it's glorious. Lambos come with hi-fi systems but they're hardly ever used, because the engine noise is a symphony in itself. I glanced over at Julia and noticed that two very hard nipples were now straining against her blouse. Jackpot! "Cool!" she yelled over the racket coming from just behind us. Even in the short time it took us to get to the garage (and believe me, in this car you hardly needed to touch the gas pedal and you were there), I could tell Julia was getting pretty turned on. I pulled the car in next to her merlot-coloured BMW Z4, congratulating myself on guessing she liked a fast car.

It was a short stroll back to the house, and so we chatted a little. I asked her if she lived alone and she told me her daughter shared the house, but this weekend had gone to stay with her father - a divorcee, it seemed. I spun the usual bullshit; "A daughter? Go on! You don't look old enough!" She laughingly told me I was full of it but I could tell she was pleased. She let us in to the house and suggested we eat. I was famished, and readily agreed. She had a huge pan of pasta sauce simmering and in no time she'd dished it up with cochiglie and focaccia. She asked me to pick some wine and I noticed she had a pretty good rack - yes, OK, terrible joke. But her selection was quite decent and I pulled out a pinot noir.

We chatted amiably through the delicious meal, and I learned quite a bit about her. She'd married young and her husband had become a successful merchant banker, but they had divorced when she discovered he'd been keeping a mistress. It wasn't him sleeping with someone else that had angered her, Julia admitted, it was when she discovered he'd been paying to keep his bit on the side in an expensive Covent Garden flat with a flash car and platinum credit card. "It was just as well," she told me bitterly, "that's where he lives now." She'd got this large five-storey townhouse, as well as school fees for her daughter, and with some satisfaction she added, "that's the little slut's Beamer in the garage!"

After eating we opened another bottle and went up to the first floor living room to talk some more. Julia was curious why I wasn't attached, given that a guy at my age (I'd revealed I was 35) with my level of success would supposedly be 'in demand' as she put it. "I guess I like the single life," I said, thinking to myself that not many women would understand my voyeuristic sideline. I asked her if she was planning to marry again, and she shrugged.

"I doubt it. Not for a while, anyway. After that two-timing shitbag it's nice not to have to worry about being messed around."

I decided to go for the New Man of the Year award. "It must be difficult sometimes," I said in my most sincere, sensitive voice.

"Sometimes," she admitted. "This house is too big for just me and Alessandra" - her daughter - "but it's close to her school," a wicked smile crossed her face as she said "and it really pisses of the shitbag!" She reached over from her end of the couch and patted my leg, saying rather too pointedly, "it'll be nice to have some company." I noticed she was licking her lips a lot and absently running her fingers up the stem of her wine glass. I guess I'm bragging but it would have been easy enough to charm my way into her bed right there and then, but I had other things in mind.

Not long after, she said she was tired and was going to turn in. First she suggested that she give me a quick tour of the house and show me to my room. I picked up my overnight bag and laptop case (which is pretty much all the luggage you'll fit in a Lambo) and followed her. The house was on the end of an Edwardian terrace that backed on to the large, well-kept spaces of Brompton Cemetery. It was vaguely rectangular, with the front slightly wider than the back. The front door opened straight into the lounge, with a shower room and small study/office behind it. One flight down, below street level, was the dining room and kitchen with walled courtyards at either end. The first floor held two bedrooms, the rear one of which opened onto a small terrace with lawn chairs and a view of the cemetery gardens. The second floor contained only the large master bedroom and its en-suite bathroom (Julia kind of rushed us through that one, though I did have time to see a king-size bed and a large round whirlpool bath). The top floor had Alessandra's room, a small bedroom with a multi-gym and treadmill in it, and the master bathroom. That, I thought to myself, might come in handy.

Julia left me to unpack what few things I had and went down to the study to check her email before bed. Once I was sure she'd gone I opened my laptop case and pulled out my little box of tricks. I tiptoed up one floor to Julia's room and listened to the distant sound of a computer keyboard. Normally I wouldn't dream of doing a bugging job in someone's room while they were in the house, but I had a feeling that Julia was wound up enough from the car ride and the flirting to provide some entertainment tonight. I told myself that if I got caught I'd say I'd forgotten which floor the bathroom was on and hoped she wouldn't mind me using hers. I wasn't sure she'd buy it, but I got the impression she was horny enough that she might be glad to find me sneaking into her room.

Anyway, it only took me a few minutes to place the cameras and mics - some of my latest kit, impossible to find unless I wanted someone to. I did the bathroom too for good measure, and then slipped back to my room. Not a moment too soon; as I closed the door Julia was coming up the stairs. I fired up my wifi laptop, opened all the feeds from the bedroom, and waited. She slipped into her room and turned on a bedside lamp, plenty of light for my cameras - they can work in starlight if required. I waited for her to get undressed or at least remove her glasses, but to my surprise she didn't. Instead she lay on her back fully-clothed (even down to the heels) and slowly pulled up her skirt. I'd placed a camera looking down on the bed from the bottom, and I quickly zoomed in. She lifted the skirt to reveal the tops of her seamed nylon stockings, a simple black lace garter belt and - whoa! - no panties.

Apart from a thin, dark band of hair about an inch long, her pussy was completely shaven. It was also pretty damn wet, if the moisture coating the tops of her thighs was anything to go by. She pulled open her lips and quickly found her clit, rubbing it with one scarlet-nailed finger. I could hear her moaning something quietly, and turned up the gain on the nearest mic. "Oh... Dan... I want you to fuck me... Come and fuck me..." for a second I wondered if she'd seen me planting the cameras, but then I realised she was just lost in her own fantasy world. "Oh, that's it darling, lick my clit. Make me come..." Her hand was rubbing faster and faster, until suddenly she came. "oh... DAN!" she shrieked as she climaxed - I quickly dialled down the gain as the mic distorted. Julia also looked shocked at the volume of her cry, and glanced around nervously. I think she was worried I'd heard her, bugs or no bugs.

After a few minutes she seemed satisfied that the house was still quiet, so she stood and began undressing. She quickly lost the skirt and undid her blouse, revealing a stunning pair of natural breasts. As her black lace bra came off I made sure that I got a good close-up of her beautiful boobs. They were full and soft but with very little hint of middle-aged sag, and her 2-inch dark areolas were topped with rock-hard nipples the size of my fingertip. Clad in just her stockings, garters, heels and glasses she leaned over to rummage in her dresser drawer - I made sure I got some fine butt shots as she did. Bending forward, she reached back and almost casually slipped a finger gently into her asshole. I could hear her muttering again; "we don't want anyone to hear us, do we Dan? You'd better shut your dirty little whore up, hadn't you?" With that she pulled a ball-gag from the drawer and set about putting it on.

I have to admit that I was pretty stunned. I mean, I could tell she was horny and probably frustrated, but I hadn't realised how kinky she was. It stood to reason I suppose; she must have masturbated with her daughter upstairs and wouldn't want to be overheard. Back on the screen, Julia was lying down on her side, feeding a thick, pink vibrator into her butt. She slowly began to slide it in and out, moaning through the ball gag. With her free hand she began to twist and pull at her nipples, making them stand out even more. I noted approvingly that she obviously liked a bit of rough treatment, something I would be delighted to provide at a later date. For now though, I was happy just to enjoy the show.

And what a show! Julia had slipped three fingers of one hand into her pussy while the other pumped the vibrator into her ass with increasing force. Even through the gag she was moaning noisily. But before long it became obvious that this wasn't getting her off the way she wanted. Frowning, she stood and, still slowly stroking the vibe in and out, went into the bathroom. I switched over the feeds as she entered and began filling the corner bath. She quickly slipped off her stockings and garters and sat on the edge of the bath, pinching her nipples as she fucked her ass with the vibrator. When she estimated the bath was full enough, she reached into a cabinet and pulled out a huge dildo. It was sculpted like a cock, but about the length of my forearm and at least two inches in diameter. At the root was a large suction cup, which Julia fixed to the side of the bath. For one horrible moment I thought she'd placed it over a camera, but I was in luck: not only had she missed it, she'd stuck the huge dildo right above it. I was going to get some incredible footage of Julia fucking herself.

She slipped into the bath and turned on the whirlpool, but even with the swirling currents I was still getting some great underwater shots of her glorious body - I thanked my stars she hadn't used bubbles. The water half covered the giant cock, so as she got on all fours and began to slide it into her cunt her magnificent tits bobbed under the surface, jiggled by the churning flow. I'd placed one camera on the bottom so I had a perfect view of her body as she impaled herself - yes, my cameras are invisible and waterproof, like I said I'm a genius. Anyway, somehow Julia got to within about three inches of the base of the rubber cock, her teeth gritted around the ball gag with the effort. I expected her to start fucking it, but she stayed where she was, just gyrating around it very slightly. I realised that she'd positioned the dildo so that one of the whirlpool jets was obviously blasting hot water directly onto her clit, and that was doing the work for her. Her moans began to increase in volume again as she reached back and pushed the vibrator into her tightly puckered anus. Even with the ball gag its buzzing and the noise of the water were drowned out by her cries.

As I was checking to make sure I was getting plenty of above-water footage of her face and perfect ass I found myself really hoping that she came: not because it would look awesome or it would turn me on - though it would, in both cases - but because I decided I really liked Julia. I was sorely tempted to go up to her room right now, get in the bath with her and give her the real fucking she was obviously craving, but on the other hand I was enjoying the show too much.

In the bath, Julia was nearing the edge. Her hand was frantically stabbing the vibrator into her asshole, while she'd begun pumping back on the dildo, only about an inch or so in either direction but with quite a bit of force. The water was sloshing over the edge of the bath and her gorgeous orbs were bouncing around like crazy. Suddenly she went rigid and screamed through the ball gag. She thrust back on the dildo, somehow taking in its whole length, and the vibrator almost disappeared into her ass. She stayed like that for a few seconds, gasping, then collapsed into the water.

For a moment I was worried, thinking she'd drown, but she surfaced, sliding off the dildo and turning off the whirlpool with a shaking hand. She retrieved her glasses from where they'd fallen into the water, and placed them on the side of the bath with the dildo. Finally she undid the ball gag, working her jaw up and down for a moment to loosen the muscles, then she relaxed back into the water with a contented sigh. There was a mic hidden in the tap next to her head, so I clearly heard her whisper, "thanks, Dan."

I already knew that a performance like that would make a top selling multi-angle DVD, but for some reason I decided I'd keep the footage to myself for now. Instead I checked some of the feeds to my secure server - I can't watch all of my cameras all of the time, so I set them to transmit automatically when I'm not online. The only interesting stuff was a young Arabic girl, Samira, who I'd taken out a few times in Birmingham. She still lived with her parents, so the one time she'd allowed me back there while everyone was out, I'd seized my chance and bugged the place. I hadn't seen anything much from her - she'd masturbated once, under the bedcovers so I couldn't see anything - but tonight was different. She was lying face-down on the floor with her hands tied behind her as three guys took it in turns to fuck her mouth, ass and pussy. I enlarged one of the pictures and realised that the guys were three of her five brothers!


Digital Spy Ch. 01



I guess I should have felt bad about that, since Samira was crying in Arabic and was obviously distressed, but in fact I was wondering if there was enough of a family resemblance between the four of them to sell it as an incest movie. Satisfied that there was, I skipped to the end where they all came in a glass and forced her to swallow it. I saved the good parts, cleared the server and then hit the sack. I thought of jerking off while watching Samira's ordeal, but decided not to. Only one thing filled my mind; Julia screaming my name as she came, both of us wishing it was my cock and not a dildo in her aching pussy... I lay awake thinking about that for a long time.

To be continued



Digital Spy Ch. 02



I awoke on Saturday to find unseasonable sunshine streaming through the curtains. Getting up I checked the camera feeds from above Julia's bed, where she had collapsed after her display. She was still curled up asleep, so I inspected the rest of my feeds. Samira had had a rough night; after her brothers had gone a guy I knew to be her father and a couple of other older men I assumed were friends or uncles had taken over, taking it in turns to fuck her and beat her tits and ass with belts.

My normal reaction would be to feel bad about this, but I couldn't very well go to the police without incriminating myself. It's not like I was the one doing the abusing either, so I'd upload to the website and be damned. But today I felt unusually bad, and wondered why as I ran the night's footage though some fast editing software I'd designed. When I was satisfied with the selections I hesitated for a moment, then decided "screw it" and hit the upload button. I also saved a hi-res version to DVD, and put it in a courier envelope to send to the discreet disc authoring place in Denmark.

I checked the cameras again and Julia was still fast asleep. I spent a few minutes just watching her lie there and it dawned on me: I, Daniel Wright, chauvinistic bastard of the first order, was getting attached to a woman. And not some hot young thing either, but a woman at least 5 years my senior with a failed marriage and a teenage daughter - the very definition of baggage. And I quickly realised that the reason I felt bad about Samira was because it bothered me what Julia might think. Well, I wasn't having any of that, I decided. Nobody was going to get under MY skin, especially not some posh MILF from South Ken.

While Julia slept I crept around the house, installing bugs everywhere - I forced my noisy conscience to shut the Hell up by determinedly taking particular care of camera placement in Allesandra's bedroom. Then I went back to my laptop, edited Julia's footage into a multi-angle video file, and uploaded it. I was absolutely determined not to feel guilty about it. My work done, I strolled downstairs rather more noisily and made a show of preparing breakfast. Soon I'd thrown together a terrific omelette, toast, filter coffee and OJ. I'd 'accidentally' disturbed Julia, who came downstairs wearing a fluffy bathrobe, a smile and not much else. "Good morning," she yawned. Looking over the breakfast spread she grinned. "OK, you can stay!"

It was warm outside so Julia suggested we sit out on the roof terrace to eat. We looked out over the gardens and chatted some more, Julia asking me what I was planning to do for the day. "I thought I might hit Oxford Street. Apart from the change of clothes I brought I need, well, everything!" I laughed. It was easy to laugh around Julia. "It's about time I had a new wardrobe anyway. Fancy coming along?"

"Who, me? You don't need me following you around and trying on every pair of shoes I see." She was right about that, but I was still doing my new man act and, though I hated myself for it, I didn't want to be away from her for too long.

"I need your advice on clothes," I lied, "otherwise I'll end up looking like a tramp. Anyway, you obviously know what looks good." I actually meant the last part, and she unconsciously preened at the compliment. Plus I dangled the additional carrot of my new Company Platinum Amex card, all at the taxpayer's expense of course. Her eyes widened, and she asked me why our employer was so desperate to keep me sweet. I shrugged. "There are maybe four people in the world who can do what I do. One of them's in Russia, one's in China and I think the American guy is in a sanatorium these days. The Company don't want me working for anyone else, so it's in their interest to beat any offer from the private sector."

She gave me a wicked look. "They could just have you shot."

I laughed. "I guess they could, but then I couldn't build my little toys for them, could I?" I was deliberately noncommittal about the sort of equipment I designed.

"Payroll managers are much easier to replace," she mock-sighed.

"Oh, I'm SURE you're irreplaceable," I sad, wearing my biggest shit-eating grin. She threw a cushion at me.

*****

Late afternoon found us in Axis, a pleasant subterranean restaurant under One Aldwych, examining our purchases. I'd been measured for several suits and shirts, with Julia helping to select the fabrics and patterns. She actually had a great eye for clothes and had been really helpful. I noted with some smugness that I was going to look like one suave motherfucker. She'd also advised me in buying some off-the-peg casual stuff, a little trendier in style than I'd normally wear but I had to admit that her selections looked great. She'd gone for shirts that were a little tight on me, showing off my physique, though I pretended not to notice. She'd also looked at some sexy outfits for herself, loudly dismissing them as "too young" for her but obviously elated when I insisted she let me buy them. I'd also paid for some extremely foxy lingerie she'd been eyeing up, which brought a delighted blush to her cheeks and cleavage.

I watched her looking in one of the lingerie boutique bags, trying to see the contents without pulling them out in front of the whole restaurant. She needn't have worried, since I'd specifically asked for a booth set back and on a slightly higher level than the main dining area - and what the Platinum Amex wants, the Platinum Amex gets. She'd put her hair back loosely in a large tortoiseshell clip, but a curl had escaped and hung over her face as she rummaged furtively in the bag. Her glasses had slipped down her nose a little and the dark red shade of her lipstick was driving me crazy. She was wearing a light charcoal coloured dress that buttoned from just below her cleavage (she'd left a couple undone, for my benefit I was sure) to the hem about mid-thigh. Her heels were fairly high, about 3 inches, and she looked stunning. We'd had a good bottle of sauvignon blanc before our starters had arrived and Julia's flirting, which had been going on throughout the shopping trip, had been steadily increasing. I decided it was time for a little fun.

"Show me what's in the bag," I hissed in a loud stage whisper.

"Not here!" she shot back, similarly soft voiced.

"Oh, go on. I know you didn't buy those for your own benefit, so whose?" I put on a mock-injured expression. "Who is he? Tell me, and I shall have him killed. Unless it's a she, in which case, can I watch?"

I know, my spiel was terrible, but Julia seemed to think it was hysterical. "Later," she muttered, smiling mischievously.

I decided to push my luck a little. "No," I said, my eyes fixed on hers. "Go into the ladies' and change into whatever's in that bag. Right now." I could tell she was shocked, maybe even a little scared, but she stood, took the bag, and headed for the toilets. I made a pretence of brushing crumbs off my shirt to deposit a couple of cameras, ones I'd preset to automatically lock on to moving objects. I checked the mics on my clothes were in place too as Julia, looking nervous but as sexy as hell, returned to the table.

As she sat, I could already see one change; her plain hose had been replaced by a pair of seamed fishnet stockings. She'd also left an extra button undone on her dress, revealing more mouth-watering cleavage. My cock was straining in my trousers as she leaned forward and fixed me with a serious stare. "OK, now what?" she asked quietly.

I didn't say anything as a waitress brought over our main courses. As she left, I said clearly, "Show me." She paused for a moment, then began to unbutton her dress. Once it was completely undone she stopped, and for a moment I thought she was going to tell me to shove it. Then she stood and slipped the dress from her shoulders.

"What do you think?" she asked me coyly. Unfortunately I was lost for words. Julia was wearing a thin bra top, almost a bikini, in black lace embroidered with blue flowers. It was see-through and her large areola were clearly visible, accentuated no end by her bullet-hard nipples. The bra had a matching thong with integral suspender straps, attached to her fishnet stockings. Completing the effect was a simple platinum belly chain.

Eventually I managed to stammer, "a-awesome..."

Julia sat and nonchalantly began to eat. I was painfully aware that she'd seized the upper hand, and I was determined to get it back. We slipped back into our discussion as if nothing were out of the ordinary, only the flush on Julia's chest and those rigid nipples betraying her state of arousal. The enormous tent pole in my trousers did the same for me. As we talked, laughed and ate I suddenly dropped into the conversation, "take the bra off, squeeze your nipples while you eat." I think because of the normal tone of my voice it took a second to register what I'd said, but without missing a beat she reached up and undid the two knots holding her bra top on. She slipped it back into one of her bags and then carried on talking about some book she'd read as she roughly pulled and pinched her nipples.

I couldn't believe how composed she was as she sat there almost naked in a posh London restaurant, playing with her tits as we ate dinner. As Julia swallowed the last mouthful, she slid around in the booth a little to give me a better view, pulled her thong to one side, and began to rub her clit. I was so taken aback that I was still sitting there, mouth hanging open, when the waitress came to clear our table. I thought she'd had a heart attack when she saw Julia masturbating and, it has to be said, moaning quite loudly. Suddenly we were attracting a lot of attention as Julia rubbed herself to a screaming orgasm. I hurriedly threw some cash on the table and muttered something about skipping dessert, and grabbed our bags from the floor. Julia on the other hand readjusted her thong, picked up her dress and said to the assembled waiters (there were now several of them, all furious), "thank you. That was delicious." With that she walked through the restaurant, hips swinging like a hooker, naked except for her heels, stockings, thong and glasses. I hurried along behind her, eyes fixed on that magnificent ass as she climbed the stairs to the street.

I'd parked the Lambo on a meter about 50 yards up the road, but Julia didn't even slow down. She just kept walking, winking and blowing kisses at the guys who stopped mouths agape as she passed. As we reached the car I lifted the gullwing door, expecting her to jump right in. Instead she stopped and very deliberately unhooked her suspenders, then arching her back like a stripper pushed the thong down her legs. She stepped out of it and shoved it in my trouser pocket, giving my throbbing cock a playful squeeze in the process. Then she sat gracefully down in the racing seat, making sure she gave me a lingering view of her spread thighs and splayed cunt lips in the process.

It's fair to say that I broke every speed limit in London on the way back to her house. I began to wonder what I'd unleashed, as every time we pulled up to traffic lights Julia would look over at whoever was in the adjacent car, give them a beatific smile and shove three fingers in her pussy. The roofless Murcielago sits so low to the road that all of them had an unobstructed view of the wanton slut sitting next to me.

We never made it to the house. As soon as the garage door came down I'd almost leapt over the bonnet, yanked Julia out of the car by her hair and shoved her down on her knees against the side of her BMW. I grabbed a double handful of hair and thrust my cock down her throat. She gagged and tried to push me off, but I was too far gone to stop now. I throat-fucked her mercilessly, calling her every obscene name under the sun. I knew I wouldn't last long so I drove harder and faster into her mouth until my cock exploded in a shower of sperm. Julia tried to swallow but there was just too much; I felt like I was coming a river. My semen spilled from her mouth over her chin and breasts, and as my cock slipped from her mouth I sprayed the last few spurts over her face, glasses and hair.

But I wasn't done yet. My cock felt like it was made of concrete - I don't think I'd ever been so turned on. I reached down and grabbed her nipples, yanking her to her feet. She screamed with pain and arousal, which only made me harder. I spun her around, twisting one arm up behind her back, and slammed her over the BMW's bonnet. I leaned forward and snarled in her ear, "you've got this coming to you, you cockteasing bitch!" With that I pushed my dick into her dripping snatch.

I was like a man possessed. I hammered into her harder than I've ever fucked any woman, harder than I thought possible. Julia's cries were incoherent and reverberated around the garage. Before long I could feel another orgasm building, but I didn't want to come in Julia's cunt. I pushed her onto her back on the cold floor and positioned my tool at the entrance to her anus. Julia seemed to like the idea, pulling her thighs up to either side of her tits and grabbing her ankles with both hands. I crammed my dick into her tight ass and began to pound it as if I wanted to push her through the garage floor. I looked down at Julia, hair dishevelled and her face coated with my come, and thought I'd never seen a woman look so perfect. Her breath was coming in short gasps and I knew she was close to orgasm. Her bouncing tits looked so good that I reached down and twisted her nipples viciously, then gave her breasts several brutal slaps each. She screamed and writhed under me, crying and babbling that she was my dirty whore and to treat her like a slut and a bitch. I could see she was on the edge of a huge orgasm, and I have no idea possessed me; I looked her straight in the eyes and spat in her face.

Julia went off like a rocket. I swear the metal garage door was vibrating, such was the volume of her orgasmic shriek. She clenched her ass so tightly that my cock was forced out and my come splattered over her puckered hole and pussy. Her back arched so high she almost bent in half, then after about ten seconds, she collapsed onto the floor. She looked up at me with one of the most serene expressions I've ever seen, slowly scooping the come and saliva from her face and into her mouth with one finger. "Thank you," she purred between mouthfuls, "I needed that."

The only semi-coherent thought I could gather was, holy shit. I hope the cameras got all that.

To be continued...



Digital Spy Ch. 03



Sunday morning was slipping into afternoon when I awoke in Julia's room. I looked at the ceiling for a few moments until my brain caught up with the rest of me, and memories of the previous 24 hours came flooding back. But for the fact that I was in Julia's bed and ached in places I didn't even know I had, the events of Saturday seemed almost unreal. Had I really made Julia strip in the middle of a high-class restaurant? Had we actually fucked like savages in the garage? Had she then genuinely taken the five-minute walk back around to her front door naked apart from stockings, heels and glasses, my come still drying on her face and tits? We didn't bump into any neighbours, but I wondered if some of them had been watching from indoors. I was a bit worried that they might make life difficult for her if they were prudish, which I knew was an odd reaction for somebody who runs a voyeuristic porn website, but still; I didn't want to see her hurt.

After running into the house laughing like a schoolgirl, she'd filled a deep bath and we'd settled back into the scented water. Julia's soft skin against mine, and the memory that only the night before she'd been impaled on a giant dildo in this very tub, left me with another raging hard-on. Julia stroked it softly and we kissed for the first time, our gentleness in sharp contrast to the violent fucking I'd just subjected her to. She kissed down my chest to my nipples, swirling her tongue around them in turn and nipping at them deliciously with her teeth. Then she slid her head under the water and enveloped my erection in her mouth.

As she bobbed up and down under the surface I felt like a rock star. Seriously, Julia would make a great free diver; it seemed like hours before she came up for a quick breath, then disappeared under again. In reality it can't have been more than a minute, but it was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm once again. I gently pulled Julia from beneath the water, wanting to put it off for a while. "I hope that looked good," she whispered in my ear. At the time I didn't think anything of it, though on reflection perhaps I should have.

As we gently towelled each other off I noticed some bruising on Julia's shoulders where I had pushed her onto the garage floor. I opened my mouth to apologise but she silenced me with a finger on my lips. "Don't," she said, "I didn't do anything I didn't want to." She led me into her bedroom, grabbed the edge of her quilt and hauled it onto the floor. Again, I thought nothing of it at the time as she lay back and pulled me on top of her. Quite out of character I reached for the light, a symbolic gesture really given the low-illumination ability of my cameras, but she caught my hand in mid-air and guided it to her breast. "Before, in the garage, you fucked me," she breathed into my mouth. "Now I want you to love me."

Our second time was everything the first was not. I slid into her gently and she gave a contented sigh, running her nails gently up and down my spine as I slowly moved in and out. Her tongue sought out mine and I reached under her shoulders to bury my hands in her damp hair. We stayed this way for what felt like days; at some point Julia rolled on top with my cock still enveloped in her pussy, and I reached up to caress her spectacular breasts as she rode me. She ran one hand down her stomach and began to rub her clitoris as she rocked back and forth. We were still like that when I came, her internal muscles expertly manipulating me, and a moment later she joined me. Some time after that I fell asleep, though a more accurate term would be passed out.

Returning from my reminiscing haze I looked around the room. There was no sign of Julia, so I sipped upstairs to my laptop. Checking my server revealed that the footage from yesterday was better than I had possibly imagined. The shots from my clothing cameras were a little shaky, like a handheld movie, but that just added to the raw, illicit feel of the footage. It was all there; Julia's strip, the walk to the car, the drive home (the Lambo had cameras of its own, naturally) and the frenzied garage fuck. The latter was given an added edge because it was all from my point of view; to anyone watching the video it would be as if they were fucking Julia. I'd even captured the rushed, furtive walk home.

I decided I'd check the rest of the feeds later; for now I wanted to find Julia. I flicked through the downstairs rooms until I found her, sitting at the PC in her office. Did I say sitting? That doesn't really do the scene justice. Julia was half-lying in her office chair, heels resting on the desk either side of the machine. All she was wearing was a pair of calf-length stiletto-heeled boots made of sparkling purple plastic. She had teased her hair into a huge American porn star-style bouffant, and had sprayed it with some kind of glitter. The sparkle theme extended to her skin, which was coated with glittery body lotion, and she'd discarded her glasses in favour of deep lilac coloured contact lenses with matching metallic-flecked eyeshadow. Her lips shone with a twinkling gloss that matched her boots, and it took me a moment to notice that she'd applied the same to her nipples. What distracted me was that she had her right hand buried up to the wrist in her pussy, and three fingers of her left hand were pistoning into her ass. She was utterly captivated by whatever was on the screen in front of her.

Intrigued, I used one camera to zoom in on the screen. It was partially obscured by Julia's hair but I could make out a very familiar logo. How familiar? I'd designed it. Julia was logged into the members' area of my website. With shaking hands I accessed the site and checked the users who were online. In a second I'd identified Julia's connection; she'd been a member for seven months and her username was 'Spywhore.' I pulled up the video that Julia was watching right then and my heart almost stopped. She was fisting herself to the incestuous rape of Samira. I flicked back to the live camera to see Julia biting her glossy lip and whimpering as she neared her orgasm. As Samira was doused with the second shower of her family's semen onscreen, Julia came. She made no attempt to hide it and I didn't need bugs to hear her scream - it was deafening from one floor down.

I quickly checked the logs of what files 'Spywhore' had accessed and there it was; yesterday as I showered before going shopping she had logged on and seen the video of herself in the bathtub, rubber sex toys in every orifice. I was totally, utterly and shatteringly busted. My head was swimming. She hadn't said anything, had she? And she'd played along perfectly, better than I could possibly have planned. If she was planning to kill me or call the police surely she'd have done so, at least before knowingly providing recorded evidence of her enjoying a very illegal video.

I was so wrapped up in the information on the screen that I didn't hear Julia walking up the stairs and into the room behind me. In fact I didn't realise she was there until she grabbed my chair and spun it to face her. "No!" I yelled, before recovering myself and trying to stammer out some explanation - anything to stop her from hating me. She shut me up by sliding the fingers of her sodden right hand into my mouth.

"I have one condition. Just one," she said in a maddeningly calm voice. "I'll be your star. You can fuck me in public, make me act like a whore in front of my friends, you can tie me up and do whatever you want to me. If you want me to fuck other guys I'll do it, as many as you like. I'll be your willing slut or I'll fight like hell and you and all your friends can rape me. I'll help you spy on other women too if you like; I can hide your bugs in fitting rooms, the showers at the gym, in my friends' houses, you name it and I'll do it. I'll be with other women for you, I'll even pick them up for you to fuck, if that's what you want. You can worship me like a princess and piss on me like a bitch. I'll let you spy on my daughter, I might even let you fuck her. But this is what I want in return."

She lifted one perfect leg up and rested her foot on the back of my chair, thrusting her pussy lewdly towards my face. "I want my own section of the site, with all of my movies. I want Spywhore to be your pin-up, your goddess. I want my own range of DVDs, and I get half of everything you make online. Do we have an agreement?"

I nodded. Every listening device in the room recorded me saying, "Yes. My God, Julia. Yes!" I buried my face in her pussy and she sighed like somebody had dipped her in warm chocolate. Hmm, chocolate, now there was an idea...

*****

After I had brought Julia to another shattering climax, she suggested we talk. My room was the one that led to the roof terrace, so Julia simply stepped outside naked. It was another warm day but there was a light September breeze, making her nipples crinkle and harden in a way that made it hard to concentrate. Julia took a deep breath and started talking.

She had met Giles, her ex-husband, when they were studying for financial qualifications at the same college. Both were from well-off families and had become friendly. A relationship blossomed, and after qualifying they had married. Giles had never seemed as adventurous as her in the bedroom, but she had hoped to introduce him to more entertaining forms of sex as their marriage developed. Giles had other ideas however. He quickly got her pregnant, and after the birth of their daughter he had largely lost interest in sex, or so Julia thought. He appeared content to have a cushy job at his father's firm and a doting wife and daughter, the perfect little middle-England family. Julia, determined to make the most of her lot, had suppressed her desires as best she could and got on with being as good a wife and mother as possible. So she was shattered to find out that he had been involved in a series of torrid affairs since even before their wedding.

Giles had actually been two-timing his live-in mistress with a junior clerk at his firm. Angry at being dismissed, the girl had forwarded several of the obscene text messages and emails Giles had sent her to Julia. Giles' indiscretions caught up with him pretty quickly after that; Julia's lawyer, an old family friend who was also a QC, went to town in court, painting Giles as the ultimate philandering bastard while she, the dutiful wife, carefully balanced her career with her family life and made every sacrifice for the good of her child. Giles got away with the mistress' flat and his Bentley Julia was awarded everything else.

Without her cheating husband Julia realised she had been denying certain parts of herself for nothing, and vowed never to do so again. However she wasn't about to run out and sleep with anything in trousers. The Internet provided a useful outlet, revealing a myriad of fetishes that she had never even imagined, but her few attempts at cybersex were unsatisfying. When she admitted to one of her online contacts that she fantasized about having sex in public, he had provided her with the link to my site. She had been both shocked and thrilled at the sight of unwitting women being secretly filmed, and thus 'Spywhore' was born.

I asked her how she had felt about the video of Samira, and she frowned. "I won't deny it turned me on, but I feel bad for her. Why doesn't she leave?"

"She's been brought up in a culture where women don't complain, I guess," I shrugged. "I really don't know what to do. I hate to leave her there, but I don't see how I can go the police."

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Men! Everything's black and white with you. Have you forgotten who you work for now?"

"Are you saying I should, er, have her family killed or something? Can we actually have people killed?"

Julia was laughing uproariously, shaking in her chair. Her chest was heaving and jiggling like crazy, and I was having major problems keeping up with the conversation. "You idiot!" she snorted. "Email Midlands Police, give them her address and tell them to take a closer look. You don't even need to say why, and your external email will be anonymous. They'll just see the Company's URL and do exactly what you tell them, no questions."

"We, um, we can do that?" It sounded a little far-fetched.

"I bet if they even found your cameras they'd leave them alone. There are some things the police just don't want to know about."

"So... do you do this often?"

She shot me a wicked smile. "It's a great way to get rid of parking tickets.."

She stood up and stretched, something seriously dangerous to my health. Her calves were taut in the sparkly boots and the rest of her body looked magnificent. "I'm hungry, why don't I take a walk over to the deli and pick up something for brunch?"

My expression must have looked ridiculous, because she laughed. "y-you're going like that?"

She ran her tongue across glossed lips. "Well," she smiled, "not quite..."

*****

"OK, I'm walking in now." Julia's voice came over my headset. I clicked open a video window on my laptop. It was black for a moment, and then jumped into life with a sideways shot of inside the local deli. The camera Julia had just palmed near the door automatically righted itself, showing Julia's back as she stood in front of the long, shoulder-height glass counter. She reached up and gently caressed the counter edge, secretly depositing a second camera and microphone. I was both amazed and ridiculously proud; anyone would think she'd been doing this for years, rather than having a quick two-minute demonstration before she left the house. Running her fingers over the countertop Julia placed another camera on the far edge. I now had panning feeds of the store's interior from front and back, and the behind-the-counter area.

I zoomed in on Julia with the camera in front of her. She had added a couple of items to her outfit; a vinyl raincoat that matched the purple boots and a narrow platinum choker - the latter looked fabulous on her but was mostly to hide the thin adhesive throat mic stuck to the soft skin of her neck. The coat would actually do little to keep the rain off, seeing as it ended about an inch below Julia's pussy and didn't fasten much above her navel.

The shop was quiet, as Julia had assured me it would be. The sole other customer, a dumpy grey-haired woman, was finishing up her purchases as Julia placed the last camera. The woman gave a disapproving look as she left the store, Julia responding by blowing her a sensual kiss. Then the single server came over to Julia and I took the opportunity to check her out. She looked about 19, with an athletic figure and a close-cropped bob of black hair. She wore a crisp white blouse and a short black shirt with frilly white apron. She looked at Julia with some bewilderment. "Er, what can I get you?" she asked.

Julia selected several items, making sure she bent lewdly forward to look at each one so that her boobs almost fell free of the coat. I noticed that the serving girl couldn't take her eyes off Julia's breasts, and seemed to be unconsciously mimicking her body language. Each time she leaned forward to lift something from under the counter afforded both Julia and I a tantalising glimpse down the v-neck of her blouse.

"Will there be anything else?" the girl asked.

"Hmmm, I need something for dessert. What would you recommend?" Julia purred.

"How about our homemade dark chocolate and whiskey mousse? Would you like a taste?"

"Sounds lovely, yes please." The girl scooped up a small spoonful and held it out to Julia. But neither the girl or I expected what happened next, as Julia grabbed the girl's wrist, took the spoon, quickly smeared the mousse on two of the girl's fingers, and sucked them deep into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," sighed Julia. "That's delicious. But you know what would make it even better?" Both the girl and I were dying to know. "If I could suck it off your nipples."

The girl hesitated for a moment, biting her lip with indecision. Then suddenly she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing perky b-cup breasts with small nipples, one of which was pierced with a short metal bar. Julia was mesmerised as she smeared a spoonful of mousse over the pierced nipple, then leaned across the counter and cupped the tit with one hand. Julia leaned forward and sucked the chocolaty teat into her mouth, catching the bar between her teeth and pulling on it gently. "Ohhhhhhh..." sighed the shopgirl. From the rear view feed I could see Julia's coat had ridden up as she bent forward, exposing the dripping slit she had just begun stroking.

Julia straightened up and licked her lips. "Mmmm, yes, that's perfect. Two of those please." The girl started to fasten her blouse but then apparently thought better of it, so I had an uninterrupted view of her pert boobs jiggling as she retrieved two tubs of mousse and added them to Julia's grocery bag.

"Will there be anything else?" she asked, looking my new top model directly in the eye. Julia glanced around, and then I saw her face light up.

"The salami," she said, gesturing to a hard dry sausage hanging behind the counter.

"How much would you like?" asked the girl, her boobs trembling as she reached up to unhook the salami.

Julia laughed. "Why, all of it love!" She held out her hands and the girl handed her the sausage. It was about two feet long and an inch & a half in diameter. "Oooh, that's lovely," sighed Julia. She bent forward and placed one hand against the counter glass, and with the other hand started shoving the salami into her saturated hole. "Aaaahhh," she hissed through gritted teeth as the meat filled her up. The shopgirl was captivated as Julia began to fuck herself with the hard sausage, much as I was watching back home. I had a superb angle of the salami sticking out of Julia's twat, another of her blissfully contorted face and a third of the shopgirl, who was gently tugging and twisting her nipples as she watched.

"Don't just stand there, sweetheart!" gasped Julia. "There's plenty of room, come and fuck this thing with me!" The girl needed no further encouragement. She came around from behind the counter, stepping out of a plain black thong as she did so. She lifted her skirt and apron to show a completely shaved snatch with a small ring in her clit hood.

"Turn around a little," I gasped into my headset, "I need to see both of you fuck that thing!" Julia, listening through a miniscule earpiece, moved slightly to give me a better side view as the girl bent forward away from Julia and guided the exposed end of the salami into her shaven cunt. Both women were leaning forward with their hands on the tiled floor, pushing back until their asses were pressed together. Slowly at first, but then faster, they began to pump against the salami, driving it into each other.

The counter-cam had a magnificent view of both women, and also showed the street outside through the deli's front door. Hardly anyone had passed since Julia had entered, but now a skinny, white haired older guy dressed smartly in a long coat and tie walked up to the door. He was about to enter when he caught sight of the two women through the glass. He looked flustered for a moment and I thought he was about to storm off and write a stern letter to the newspapers about the deplorable state of Britain's delicatessens, but then he apparently thought better of it. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was approaching, then continued to stare at the two women through the window.

I could tell from Julia's breathing that she was ready to come. "There's some old guy outside watching you," I told her. She looked over to the door and, thrusting back harder than ever, came onto the salami. Her knees trembled and she screamed "YES!" as the orgasm hit, hair flying and her tits, having completely escaped from beneath the coat, bouncing around wildly. She collapsed to her knees and slipped off the sausage, now slick with her cunt juices. The shopgirl also fell to the floor, apparently spent. She pulled the salami from her pussy, and very deliberately turned it around to suck Julia's nectar from the meat.




Digital Spy Ch. 03



Julia stood up and adjusted her coat. She placed a £50 note on the counter and picked up her shopping, gesturing to the old guy outside. "Looks like you have another customer," she smiled and walked out of the deli. She winked at him as she passed, then turned for home without looking back. "I left the bugs," she murmured into the mic, "I know you said pick them up but I thought..."

"That's perfect," I panted. "When you get back I want to try some of that mousse on your nipples!"

"Only if I can eat mine off your cock," she giggled.

On the screen, the girl was kneeling in front of the old man and undoing his trousers. Looking up suggestively she asked, "what can I get for you today, Sir?" By the time Julia got back and came up the stairs mousse in hand, he had her pressed up against a rack of organic preserves, up to the balls in her asshole as she fucked her pussy with the salami. He turned out to have a lot of stamina for an older guy.

To be continued



Digital Spy Ch. 04



This is the latest in an ongoing series that is the first thing I've considered good enough to submit here. The story has already turned out quite different to how I expected, but I'm having fun writing it. Feedback is of course welcome.

If you haven't read the story from the beginning, I suggest you do as it's getting a bit complicated!

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Late on Sunday afternoon (once Julia had decided she was both fed and satisfied), I sat down at my laptop to work on the website. After a couple of hours spent wrestling with editing and graphics software I was happy with the new homepage for Julia's movies and uploaded it to the server. As well as her first bathtub adventure (which I noted with some pride had got the most hits of any new file I'd ever uploaded) the page now contained the whole restaurant/car/garage scene, her performance in front of the computer and the trip to the deli. I also added the deli girl's sex scene with the old guy as a separate file, and fired off an email to my members informing them of the updates.

I had moved my laptop down to the office and was sprawled across the couch in one corner, so I heard Julia's email beep to signify a new message. She was sitting in front of her PC, left foot tucked under her right thigh and the other foot touching the floor. She had showered off the glitter and then worked out for a while, and was now clad in Lycra shorts and bra top that barely contained her breasts. She'd tied her hair back in a simple ponytail and exchanged the contacts for a pair of small black-framed glasses. She still looked incredible.

I watched as Julia clicked the link and examined her new page. I could the colour rising in her cheeks as she explored the video clips, shifting in her seat as the material onscreen made her pussy tingle. With some difficulty I tore my eyes away from the two throbbing points now poking through her top, and accessed a secure online bank account. I made a few keystrokes and approved a large transfer of funds. Then I got up and circled behind Julia's chair, reaching down to rub her shoulders. She nuzzled her head against my forearm and looked up at me. "Thank you. I love it," she said.

On the screen I could see she had opened the file of the girl from the deli, currently showing her naked on all fours behind the counter as the old codger pulled out of her pussy and shot a surprisingly copious load over her ass. "I think we could have some more fun with her," I said.

"Mmm, definitely," cooed Julia. "She was lovely. I bet you'd like to get your big cock into her asshole, wouldn't you?"

I feigned puzzlement. "Is this a trick question?" She reached up and gently slapped my cheek, laughing.

Her email beeped again. She closed the website down and opened her mail folder. "Hm, it's from my bank," she said opening the note. She read aloud under her breath. "Account number blah blah blah has made a transfer into your account of... Jesus Christ Dan, there's almost thirty grand here!"

I nodded. "That's half the proceeds from the site and DVD sales. It channels into a Swiss account and I use it to buy high-return stocks. The site's been running for years so obviously I've spent quite a bit, but that's exactly half of what's in the account right now."

"No, Dan, it's too much! I just wanted half of the money for MY movies and DVDs, not the whole site! And whatever you've made from the stock market is yours! I can't accept..."

"You can and you will," I said firmly. "Look, we're partners. In two days you've given me more material than I'd get in a week, and about a hundred times better. Everything we make now is fifty-fifty, that's the deal."

I could see she wasn't sure. "Look," I said. "I'm going to be honest with you - it'll be a new experience for me but what the Hell. I'm bloody crazy about you. But I'm under no illusions; I'm not a very nice guy. I was in your house for two minutes before I was working out ways to video you and your daughter naked. So if we're going to make this work, I can't mess you around any more."

She reached up and touched my cheek. "Don't sell yourself short, you're a better person than you give yourself credit for. You've made me happier in two days than I've been in he last nineteen years. So what if we have different needs to other people? It just makes us so much more lucky to have found each other."

I shook my head. "I never thought I'd say this, Julia. I think I've falle...."

She silenced me with a finger on the lips. "I know, love. Me too."

*****

I threw on a shirt and went to pick up my suits. It being Sunday the traffic was comparatively light, and I was soon pulling the Murcielago up outside an exclusive Saville Row boutique. The rather swishy proprietor ushered me through a final fitting, then carefully bagged the suits and shirts so I could lay them across the passenger seat. As I was leaving he handed me another suit bag. "This was a, ah, special request from your female companion." Intrigued, I laid it on top of the others and then burned rubber back to Julia's, stopping briefly to grab a couple of pizzas.

The moment I stepped through the door I was almost flattened by Julia launching herself into my arms. A devastating suit/pizza catastrophe barely averted, I was led downstairs into the kitchen. Julia, now looking the image of urban respectability in a long flower-print dress, ushered me in. "Dan, I'd like to introduce you to my daughter Alessandra. Aless, this is Dan who's going to be staying with us for a while."

The girl standing at the sink was strikingly beautiful. As tall as her mother but not yet quite as curvaceous, she still had a knockout figure. She was clad in jean shorts and a crop top, with a thin chain around her waist that that passed through a gold navel ring in the middle of her taut stomach. Her face was a younger version of her mother's, with the same full lips, slightly pointed nose and deep grey eyes. One thing she definitely hadn't inherited from Mum was her hair; it was light blonde and straight, and she'd had darker highlights feathered in around the ends that reached to her shoulders. She skipped forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. She had to stand on tiptoe to do it, and I noticed her purple-painted toenails and a sexy toe-ring on the fourth digit of her right foot.

"It's lovely to have you here Dan," she enthused. "Mum looks a lot happier than she did last week, you must have really hit it off. Also she hasn't stopped talking about you since I got home."

"Aless!" snapped Julia, embarrassed.

"Well you haven't," replied Alessandra, grinning and poking her tongue out at Julia.

"Alessandra, I should send you to your room right now!"

Aless clasped her hands together in mock piety and began to wail, "Noooo, please Mother! I'll be good! Not banished to my room with only cable TV, a 2 meg internet connection and 20 Brad Pitt DVDs to sustain me! Have mercy!"

By this point I was laughing so much that had to lean on the worktop. Julia was also cracking up and trying to hide it, which only made matters worse. Aless was giving an Oscar-worthy performance, waving her arms theatrically and bemoaning her lowly station in life. She had just got to the part about running away to join the circus when I held up my hand in surrender. "No more, please!" I gasped. "Have pity on a poor lodger."

Aless started giggling, which set Julia off again. "It's my pleasure, Alessandra. Really," I said. "And your Mum's been keeping me amused too."

Aless waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, I just BET she has!"

"Alessandra Kara McKenzie Brighton, you are the absolute limit!" cried Julia, but couldn't keep the amusement out of her voice.

We finally managed to stop laughing long enough to dish up the pizzas, flopping down on comfy seats in the lounge. Aless started filling us in on the weekend she'd spent with her father. She clearly didn't think much of the guy, refereeing to him in a withering tone as 'Giles' rather than Dad . But she reserved the most vitriol for his mistress.

"I really pissed the stupid bitch off this time," smirked Aless.

"Aless, language," sighed Julia.

"Mum! One, I'm eighteen and I can swear as much as I like, and two, she IS a stupid bitch!"

Julia smiled. "Well, yes, I can't argue with you there."

"Anyway, Giles took us out to TGI Friday's because he was desperate to impress me and he thinks it's my favourite restaurant. Maybe when I was 13, but not now." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Chardonnay" - the mistress - "hated it, especially the waitress who was one of the overly-friendly ones they always have. She said to Chardonnay, "Oh, you look amazing for someone with such a grown-up daughter." I thought the dippy cow was going to explode! She goes, "oh, she isn't my daughter," so I said, "don't be like that Mum, you look great for 45!" Honestly, she nearly had a shitfit right there in the restaurant. Giles had to buy her the biggest cocktail they sold just to stop her from storming out, it was so funny."

Julia had a truly evil glint in her eye as she chuckled at the story. She glanced over at me and I could tell she was formulating some sort of plan. I got the feeling that Chardonnay was soon going to be on the receiving end of some very nasty comeuppance.

We finished our pizza and talked. It quickly became obvious that Aless was just as delightful company as her mother; smart, well mannered, kind and with a quick sense of humour. And undeniably she was as sexy as Hell. Seeing the resemblance between the two of them as they sat and joked on the sofa was causing very definite stirrings in my groin. I decided it might be a good idea to work out for a while, and slipped up to the top floor to use the weights.

I had finished a pretty full-on set of exercises when someone stepped into the doorway. I had was facing mostly in the other direction so at first I just assumed it must be Julia, but when I turned I was in for a shock; it was Aless. Her skin and hair were wet from the shower and she was wrapped in a large fluffy towel. She'd cinched it around her breasts, lifting and squeezing them together, and it reached down only to the tops of her thighs.

"I was just going to bed, so I thought I'd come in here and welcome you properly first," she said quietly, biting her lip a little. She padded softly into the room on feet bare apart from that cute toe-ring, slipped her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard on the lips. Almost in spite of myself I gripped her waist and pulled her closer. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I responded by meeting it with my own. We stayed like that for about a minute until she broke away.

"Mmmm, Mum was right. You're a great kisser."

"Listen, Aless. Maybe this isn't such a good idea..."

"Oh, who cares? Mum isn't the only one who's been missing a decent guy around the place."

"You mean you and your father..?" I began, somewhat shocked.

"Eeew, with THAT creep? No chance. But the only guys I really know are my age, which means mentally they're about 12. I prefer sexy older men." She smiled up at me, running her hands over my chest. "Like you."

I let my fingers slip under her towel, and she shivered as I caressed her soft skin. I cupped her firm ass cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze, provoking a contented moan. "Listen, Dan," she breathed, "I was serious in the kitchen. Mum looks happier than I've ever seen her. I want to thank you for that. And I was wondering..." She bit her lip again, perhaps unsure whether to speak her mind. "Would you like it if I called you Daddy?"

I was taken aback by the question. "Is that how you see me?" I asked.

"Well maybe not now, but I think one day I'd like to. Mainly, it just really turns me on!" She shot me a wicked grin that was almost exactly like her mother's.

"You are a very bad girl, Alessandra. Daddy's going to have to teach you a lesson." I slipped one hand between her thighs from behind and found the entrance to her pussy. It was very wet and radiating heat like a tiny oven.

"Oooh, what Daddy? What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a pseudo-little girl voice. "Am I going to have to take Daddy's great big cock in my mouth? Are you going to fuck my throat with it and make me swallow Daddy's nasty come?"

'Daddy's nasty come' nearly filled his shorts on the spot when he heard this, but I managed to recover enough composure to nod gravely. "You'd better get down on your knees, Alessandra. And take off the towel so Daddy can see what a dirty girl you are."

With a sinful gleam in her eye Aless reached up and undid her towel, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her skin was perfectly smooth and unblemished and lightly tanned all over, except for very thin bikini marks around her waist and over her pussy. A topless sunbather, eh? I liked that. Her breasts weren't as big as Julia's, in fact they were probably only just big enough to be considered a D-cup, but they were beautiful. Each perfectly-proportioned orb was topped with a large, puffy, teenage areola and crowned with a slightly bulbous nipple. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat blonde triangle and the rest of the skin around her cleft was perfectly smooth.

Aless dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, looking me directly in the eyes. I had been working out in just my boxers so I quickly slid them off. Not surprisingly my cock was already ramrod straight, so I slipped the head into her mouth and she swirled her tongue around it. God, it felt wonderful; she wasn't the accomplished cocksucker her mother was, but her enthusiasm made up for any expert shortcomings. She reached up with both hands, caressing my balls with one hand while stroking the bottom of my shaft with the other. The sensation was exquisite, but right now I had other ideas.

"I'm sorry, Aless, but naughty girls don't get to play with any interesting toys. Hands behind your back, please." She looked up questioningly but obeyed. I reached for my discarded clothes and pulled the belt off my jeans. With my cock still in her mouth I leaned down, wrapped the belt several times around her wrists and fastened it tightly.

"Now to begin your punishment," I said firmly. Placing one hand on the back of Aless's head I slowly pushed my full 9-inch length into her mouth. She gagged and coughed a little as the head reached the back of her throat, but didn't try to pull away. I kept my tool pressed into her mouth like this for about ten seconds, then withdrew until only the tip remained in her mouth. She gasped for air, so I gave her a moment to recover and then began another slow thrust as deeply as I could. I kept this up for about a minute and then withdrew my cock completely.

Aless looked up at me, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. "That's not it, is it Daddy?" she implored. "You need to punish me some more, don't you?"

"I haven't really started yet baby," I replied. "I was just getting you used to having Daddy's cock shoved right down to your throat. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes Daddy, I'm ready. I want you to face-fuck me Daddy!" I needed no more prompting. I thrust back into Aless's mouth and down her throat with one stroke. Grabbing two handfuls of hair I began a steady, powerful rhythm, burying myself in Aless's face until my ball sack bounced against her chin with each stroke. I looked down to see tears streaming from her eyes and spit dripping in long rivulets onto her perfect tits, which were bouncing around wildly at the onslaught. Although she was coughing and spluttering, Aless never once tried to pull away.

The sensation of my member sliding into the warm wetness of Aless's mouth defied description. Soon my balls and pubic hair were slick with teen saliva, and I could feel the pressure building at the root of my cock. I began to thrust faster, making Aless gag and splutter more. When I could hold back no longer I withdrew until only the head remained in Aless's mouth. Despite having already come several times that day I still managed an impressive load, streams of semen running from the corners of Alessandra's mouth to drip onto her breasts, already slippery with spittle. But Aless swallowed as much of my come as she could, finally letting my cock drop from her lips with a satisfied inhalation of breath.

"Now I hope you've learned your lesson, young lady," I said forcefully.

"Yes Daddy. I've learned that I only have to be a little bit naughty to make Daddy face-fuck me!" She grinned that wicked grin. I untied her hands and helped her up from the floor. She was scooping the come from her face with two fingers and feeding it into her mouth, much as her mother had done the previous day. Once she deemed herself clean enough, she stood on tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek. "Welcome home, Daddy!" she laughed and then ran giggling into her bedroom.

I wandered downstairs naked, wondering what Julia would say about my 'paternal' encounter. I found her sitting in the lounge naked, my laptop next to her on the couch. Her pink vibrator was protruding from her pussy and she was rubbing her clitoris gently with two fingers of one hand. From the extent of the flush on her skin I guessed she had just had an impressive orgasm. She turned the computer towards me to display two video windows. One was replaying my oral domination of Aless, which Julia had apparently been watching from the beginning. The other was a live feed from Aless's room, where she was lying on her bed, tits still slimy with come and saliva, fucking herself rapidly with the handle of a hairbrush.

"Did you tell her about the cameras?" I asked incredulously.

"I... may have mentioned it," laughed Julia. She adopted a cute, butter-wouldn't-melt expression. "Does Daddy need to punish me too?"

I groaned. "I wish, but Daddy's pretty exhausted at the moment. But after a good night's sleep, Daddy will give you an assfucking you'll never forget."

Julia stood up and yawned, stretching. "You'd better," she said.

******

I spent a few minutes checking my assorted camera feeds, not turning up too much. Thankfully everything seemed quiet in Samira's house, and I made a mental note to email the police tomorrow as Julia had suggested. The only other footage I had apart from various of my former conquests dressing or showering was of Caitlin, a short but cute Irish redhead I had been seeing for a few months before moving jobs. She looked somewhat drunk as she fucked herself with a beer bottle in front of her two male flatmates, one of them having rather foolishly bet her that she wouldn't. Normally I'd have a good jerk-off session at the sight of a sexy young thing bringing herself off with a Budweiser, but frankly after the events of the past two days it seemed quite tame. I trimmed and uploaded it, then got ready to hit the sack.

As I was about to shut down the laptop something caught my eye; I hadn't planned to put the file of Aless and myself up on the site, but it was definitely in the upload logs right before the Caitlin file. I opened the site and sure enough, there it was in the updates section. Opening it up I discovered that it had been neatly edited and condensed to cut out any mention of our names or real relationship. It was a very professional job; one I couldn't have done better myself. Flicking back to the updates page I read the small paragraph of accompanying text. It described the contents of the clip as Spywhore's horny daughter being punished by her Daddy and then masturbating while still bathed in his come.

I shook my head in admiration. I might not have created a monster exactly, but I had definitely unleashed something powerful in Julia. She was already asleep when I clambered into bed next to her, and I lay for a while watching her sleep. To be honest starting my new job the next day was almost the last thing on my mind. I was reeling from the events of the last 72 hours, both emotionally and physically. It was hard to fathom that less than three days ago I had shown up looking for some easy pickings (and what could be easier than a hot, desperate divorcee?), and here I was with both a business partner - one who made my activities look almost tame - and a woman I was falling deeply in love with. My reputation of the Last of the Callous Bastards was going to be ruined. Even more bizarre, I was glad. I slid closer to Julia and wrapped one arm around her. She sighed contentedly in her sleep, and I dropped off with her exquisite smell filling my head.




Digital Spy Ch. 04



*****

I awoke early on Monday and hit the shower, then dressed in one of my new suits. For my first day I chose a single-breasted dark pinstripe 2-piece over a pale blue Oxford shirt, my burgundy tie setting the ensemble off nicely. With a pair of handmade calfskin shoes, white gold cufflinks and a silver Breitling chronograph watch I looked quite the dash. With nothing to do for a while I took to pacing around the kitchen, driving Julia and Aless to exasperation. Eventually Julia ordered me to give Aless a lift to school, something my site's newest star seemed rather pleased about.

I slipped on a pair of rimless Fossil sunglasses as the Lambo thundered its way into the early morning traffic. We were heading for Queensgate, an exclusive and very expensive private girl's academy not too far away. Aless would normally hop on the tube or one of London's many buses, but she was obviously relishing the chance to pull up in front of her friends in a £190,000 piece of precision Italian engineering. As we idled at a red light I glanced over at Aless. Unusually for someone in the final year of sixth form she was expected to wear uniform, so she was clad in a crisp blouse, school tie, blazer and short pleated skirt. She had tied her hair back with a black ribbon and looked stunning. I wondered at the appropriateness of a school where an 18-year old knockout was required to wear a uniform designed for a much younger girl. Far from being the image of tradition and respectability, Alessandra looked like every man's most depraved fantasy.

Aless glanced over and caught me looking. Rather than rebuke me, she rubbed her thighs together in the leather seat and gradually slid the hem of her skirt upwards. What I had first taken to be normal pantyhose were revealed to be tan-coloured lace top stockings, the clasps of a red garter belt just visible at their edge. She flashed that filthy smile at me as the lights changed, and determined not to be outdone I floored the accelerator. I weaved quickly in and out of traffic (gaining any number of honks from irate drivers) until her cheeks burned with excitement and her breasts rose and fell rapidly under her blazer. She was breathing rapidly, one hand moving frantically under her skirt, when we pulled up at the steps of Queensgate.

Aless looked around hurriedly, realising everyone's gaze was on us. She saw one sour-faced pupil standing with her equally sour-faced mother, and her eyes narrowed. "That's Millicent, her mother is friends with Giles," she almost spat the name. "Quick, turn off the engine!"

I obliged, the Lambo's dragon roar dying to leave a sudden silence. I hopped out and moved quickly to the passenger side to open Aless's door. As I helped her out she placed a large wet smooch on my cheek. "I'll see you later Daddy!" she said loud enough to be heard by everyone.

I smiled. "Have a nice day at school, love," I replied. Aless dashed over to a group of girls, presumably her friends, who were standing open-mouthed. She swept past them with her head high and they turned and followed dutifully. I couldn't help laughing as I jumped back in the car, nodded pleasantly at Millicent's mother (who was giving me the most evil look I'd ever seen), turned over the engine and hit the gas. The Lambo took off like a scalded panther.

I called Julia on her mobile. "Yes, she's safely at school and the South Kensington gossip network is about to achieve critical mass!" I yelled over the V12 roar behind my head.

Julia chuckled when I told her what Aless had called me. "Giles will be turning purple by his morning coffee break. She's so naughty."

"Hmm, where could she possibly have got that from? By the way, you did a nice job with that movie of your teenage only-child being forced to fellate her 'father' last night."

This provoked more amusement. "What can I say lover? The apple didn't fall far from the tree. Anyway, I'm just pulling into the car park. Meet me for lunch, my office? It'll be worth your while, I promise!"

"How can I refuse?" I sighed happily.

*****

The Company was located underground, the entrance through a low gateway and down an unassuming car elevator. But as the Lambo and I dropped beneath street level pale blue light began to play over the car's surface. This was a sweep for bugs, an extremely good one that was available commercially. I smiled, knowing that my devices were at least two generations beyond its detection capabilities. I was also relieved since presumably Julia had arrived ahead of me, and her car was as covered with surveillance devices as my own.

I pulled into a space with my name painted on it to find a well-dressed man in regimental blazer and tie waiting for me. "Mr. Wright? Jolly good show. I'm Carstairs." This was apparently his only name. "Good to have you on board. Right this way," he gestured brusquely to a large metal and glass door at the end of the car park. "Plenty to get through so we'd better step lively, eh what?"

Carstairs led me through several security checks where my retina was scanned, my voiceprint taken and my fingerprints read digitally. At the end of this I was presented with a small swipe card with my photo on it. A bit anticlimactic, except that the edge of the card refracted the light unusually as if the front and back had merely been printed on a translucent plastic core. Carstairs noticed my scrutiny. "Yes, all biometric these days. Most of the time you'll just need the card to get through the doors. All a lot of fuss and nonsense really, most of what we do here is routine manoeuvres, eh what?" He snorted with laughter at his own joke. I smiled, and hoped it didn't look too false. "Righto, on we go!"

He led me through various areas, mostly ordinary looking open-plan offices. Eventually we passed through a locked door with swipe card access labelled "Tech/Research." Various workshops and labs led off from the main corridor, each with another card lock. About halfway down was a door marked "Micro Surveillance," which my card opened. We entered a gleaming, state of the art workshop that made my old private-sector set-up look utterly obsolete. It was like a surgeon going from bone saws and ligatures to laser scalpels in one step. I'm not sure but I think I actually said, "wow."

Carstairs snorted with laughter. "Right then, this is your section, you're in charge. Your staff will be along shortly, and they're under instructions to do whatever you tell them." He gestured to a sheaf of files on the table. "Their personnel files and qualifications for your perusal. If any of them don't suit you, pop along to my office and we'll find you someone else. Well, must be off..."

"You mean that's it?" I asked.

"Er, well, we take an hour for lunch and I'm sure someone will tell you where the gents' and the canteen are. Oh, and the gymnasium's rather good. I don't think there's anything else."

I was taken aback. "What about performance reviews and production targets, thing like that?"

"Oh? Well, if you think you've come up with something really clever, drop me a memo. Otherwise we just tend to leave you boffins to get on with it, don't burn out the little grey cells, eh? What? Haha!" He didn't laugh, he actually said 'haha.' "Oh, one more thing, old chap." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "That internet thing of yours. If it gets you into any bother, just let me know and we'll get it sorted out. Can't have our chaps on a sticky wicket, eh?"

I must have looked a little sheepish. "You, er, you know about that?"

"Why of course we do, dear boy. It's one of the reasons we looked you up. All designs must be properly field-tested after all, and we could tell that your homemade gadgets were years ahead of what you were giving to that shambles of a firm Up North." He said 'Up North' the way one might say 'plague rat' or 'AIDS virus.' "Besides," he continued, "some of the higher-ups are admirers of yours. I hear the PM has all your DVDs. Anyway, must dash, keep at it, eh what? Cheerio!"

With that, he was gone. My mind was reeling for about the tenth time since Friday as I tried to take in what he'd said. Basically I had carte blanche to do what the Hell I liked, if I got into trouble because of my extracurricular activities the Company would make it go away, and the Prime Minister was a fan. Honestly, I really wasn't sure I could take any more shocks today.

At which point the most beautiful Asian woman I'd ever seen walked into the lab and said, "you must be the new boss. I'm your assistant."

*****

A little later, after one of my staff had shown me how to use the phones, I called the payroll department. "Miss Brighton's office," a helpful voice answered.

"Daniel Wright for Julia, I mean Miss Brighton, please."

A click. "Dan! Darling, how's your first day going?"

"Well, I can basically do anything I like, the Hong Kong entrant for Miss World works for me, my boss is a character from a 1950's war film and it turns out I really CAN hove people killed. You?"

Peals of laughter from the other end of the phone. "What did I tell you? You're one of the privileged few, the Untouchables. You tech types are so smart the Company will do anything to keep you happy. We mere mortals in the administrative side can merely bask in your Blessed Presence."

I was laughing myself now. "So, care to do a little basking?"

"Lunchtime, love. Shall we say one? And you can tell me all about your cute secretary."

"Well, she has a PhD, I don't think she's really here to take dictation."

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that, what did you want her to take?"

"Julia, it's a miracle, truly. I've met somebody more incorrigible than me."

"Ooh, is she good-looking?"

"She's my idea of physical perfection." I wasn't laughing as I said this.

When Julia spoke it was a whisper, muffled as if she was cradling the phone closer to her mouth. "If you think flattery will get you a deep-throat blowjob, Mr. Wright, you're absolutely correct. See you at one." She hung up.

*****

I decided not to start anything too complicated until at least after lunch, so I thought a little get-to-know-you session with my staff might be in order. Four guys and two women comprised my little team, all of them at the top of their fields. In fact I was by far the least academically qualified person in the group, though they explained that this was not uncommon in the Company. People with big ideas ran the teams, with staff selected from a large pool of experts whose job it was to turn those ideas into reality.

The most senior of my group was the Asian girl, Shen Mei-xia, A 24 year old engineering prodigy from Hong Kong. She told me that her given names, Mei-xia, meant 'beautiful morning glow' - so it was kind of a shame that she'd taken the English name Maxine, usually shortened even further to Max. Her Chinese name was apt because she was absolutely gorgeous. She had dark skin, finely honed features with full lips, deep brown eyes under heavy sensual lids and perfectly straight black hair that fell to the small of her back.. Her short, slender frame was dressed casually in tight Levis and a blue tank top emblazoned with the words 'Look but don't touch,' the text drawing attention to her medium-sized breasts. She spoke with that curious Hong Kong accent; not quite American, a virtue of having learned English largely from foreign TV.

The other woman on the team was Imani Blake, age 30, an African-American computer expert from UC Berkeley. A Hollywood girl through and through, she was tall and curvaceous, seemingly poured into a light green business dress and jacket. She had full breasts with a hint of dark cleavage just visible over the top of her dress. Her face was somewhat angular, with high cheekbones and a sharply pointed chin, but not unattractive. Her dark, wiry hair was cropped close to her head, Halle Berry style.

The guys were a rather more motley bunch. Two of them were your archetypal computer geeks, one was a middle-aged, balding engineer with a paunch and the last one, Chris, looked more like a rugby player than an engineer. But everyone seemed friendly and they had all worked together before. I described a few design ideas I had been toying with and we had a productive brainstorming session, and before I knew it the clock was ticking over to 1pm. I realised that the team had all been waiting patiently for me to dismiss them for lunch, so I told them to take as long as they needed - I got the impression that strict time management would not be high on Carstairs' priority list.

As they got up to leave, I asked Max to hang on. "Would you mind showing me up to payroll? I haven't quite got my bearings yet."

"Sure, Dan. It's a bit of a maze down here, I still get lost sometimes. Will you be coming down to the restaurant later? The food's amazing."

"I'm, er, not sure. I might have other plans." She looked genuinely disappointed, and my metaphorical chat-up radar - completely scrambled by meeting Julia and Aless - suddenly came back online. It felt comfortable to slip back into my old 'charming bullshit' routine, knowing full well that far from being jealous Julia was likely to be excited at the thought of me pulling some hot young thing.

"Maybe I'll swing by later. I was hoping to take a look around the rest of the place this afternoon; maybe you'd like to be my tour guide?"

"I'd love to," she beamed. "Anyway, here's payroll. See you back in the lab."

I soon found Julia, and her door was open. Julia's office was attached to a small vestibule where her secretary's desk stood, beyond which were the cubicles of her staff, most of whom were women. I walked in with a bit of a swagger and leaned casually against Julia's doorframe. "Hey, shweetheart. Of all the offishes in all the worl' you had to walk inta mine. Or I walked inta yoursh. Whatever."

She fixed me with an amused stare. "Let me guess. John Wayne." I put on a bogus hurt expression. "Richard Burton? No, wait, I've got it; Michael Caine!"

I blew her a raspberry while strolling around the office, peering at a certificate on the wall, brushing past a cupboard, running my hand along the edge of the desk. "OK, impressions aren't my speciality. So what's this big lunchtime treat you have for me?"

"Hang on..." she gazed around the office suspiciously. "Five. By the door, the picture frame, the wall, the cupboard and the desk." She flashed a triumphant smile.

"Eight, actually," I replied smugly, "but that was pretty good. I'm not telling you where the others are, though. If you play to the camera too much then your legions of fans will realise you're in on the scam. Now, about my treat."

She pouted. "Maybe I've forgotten what it was. My memory's going, I think it must be my age..."

I wandered over and closed the door. "OK, there there and there," I said, pointing around the room. Now; treat!"

Her familiar wicked smile surfaced and she stood up from behind her desk. Julia had her hair piled up in the large tortoiseshell clip from our restaurant encounter, and she was wearing a pair of small frameless glasses. She stepped out from behind the desk to show off her suit. It consisted of a long black pencil skirt and matching jacket, smartly tailored and edged in cream. The skirt hugged her thighs and calves snugly, flaring out slightly at the bottom about six inches above the ankle. The jacket was tightly cut around the waist, lifting and pushing her succulent breasts together. There was only one button, right below her bust line, exposing her entire cleavage and an obvious lack of bra. The only unusual touch was her footwear. A pair of 6-inch stiletto heeled red snakeskin boots disappeared under the hem of her skirt. She was an office-fetishist's wet dream.

She stepped in front of the desk and twirled. "Do you like it? I got measured for it while you were trying on suits the other day." Ah, the mystery package, I'd forgotten about it. "I thought you'd find it appealing."

"It's fabulous," I said, reaching to take her in my arms. But to my surprise she stepped back.

"Ah-ah love, not yet. First the surprise." She bent forward, her boobs almost slipping out of the jacket. She was fiddling with something on the hem of the skirt, and as she straightened up I understood. A seam ran up the front of her leg from the hem to the waist of the skirt, and hidden beneath it was a zipper. As Julia stood the skirt came undone along the seam, until the zip reached the end of its travel an inch below the waistline. She bent her knee and the skirt fell away from her leg, revealing that the boot ended around the top of her thigh.

Julia bent and repeated the unzipping process along the opposite seam, revealing both snakeskin thigh boots as she walked toward me. She crouched seductively; balancing on her stiletto heels, she reached up and began to unfasten my trousers. Slowly she freed my stiffening cock, running her soft fingers up and down its length. With her other hand she unfastened the single button on the jacket, and it fell open to reveal a short half-corset that ended just below her breasts. It was made of the same red snakeskin as the boots and cinched her waist slightly, making her already substantial tits even more pronounced.

"Does this meet with your approval?" she whispered, keeping her mouth close to my cock so that I could feel each hot breath on my skin. I nodded mutely and she smiled, licking the head gently. Taking me in her mouth she slowly swallowed the whole length until the tip of her nose rested in my pubic hair. Gradually she released me until only the head remained safe between her warm lips while she caressed my balls with one hand. She began rhythmically deep-throating me, running her tongue along the root of my cock. Julia gazed up at me lovingly from over the rim of her glasses, the view of her magnificent body adding to the exquisite sensations being visited on my dick.

Julia released my cock from her mouth and kissed the tip, then stood. She sashayed over to her desk and bent forward, resting her upper body on the polished wood. She reached back and swished the rear part of her skirt to one side, revealing a total lack of panties. "I believe Daddy promised me an assfuck," she half-moaned.

I moved behind her, still fully dressed except for my open fly, and pressed the head of my saliva-coated cock between the folds of her pussy. "First things first," I breathed into her ear, and she shivered under me. I slid into her saturated cunt, burying myself inside her. She thrust her hips back to meet me until I was completely engulfed, and we began to build up a steady tempo. Julia was whimpering into the desk desperately trying not to scream as I sped up the rhythm, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. I reached under her and found her nipples with my fingers, squeezing and rolling them gently. Julia started moaning from the twin sensations, but I was determined to make her cry out.

I twisted both of Julia's nipples roughly in opposite directions and she screamed, as much from surprise as from pain. This prompted a concerned knock on the door and a young female voice asking "Miss Brighton? Is everything OK?"

"Oh Hell, that's my secretary!" hissed Julia. "Everything's fine, Libby!" she yelled as I persisted with fucking her. "I just, uhh, dropped something on my OOOOOOWW!" The last expletive was as I yanked her nipples down hard. The door began to open. "Shit, you didn't lock it?" Julia snapped.

"It locks?" I smirked. I looked over my shoulder to see a mousy-blonde haired girl standing with her mouth open in shock.

"For fuck's sake, Libby!" snapped Julia. "Either get lost and shut the door or come in here and watch this total bastard fuck me!"

"I, er, sorry I..." the door slammed and Libby was gone.

"You evil sod!" gasped Julia as I fucked her with increased vigour. "Everyone in my department will be talking about this!"




Digital Spy Ch. 04



"Yeah, and you love that don't you?" I snarled in her ear.

"Oh yessss!" she hissed as I pinched her nipples again.

I pulled out of her pussy and told her to turn over. She obliged, lying back on the desk and grabbing a stiletto heel in each hand. From this angle I could see that the inside arches of her boots were studded with rhinestones, and that the boots themselves were tied tightly with leather cords at the back of each thigh. "Please Daddy," she begged, "put it in my ass."

"I think at work I'd prefer Sir. Or even better, Master."

She moaned. "Ooohh, yes. Fuck my ass Master. Please!"

I positioned my slippery cock at the entrance to her ass and slowly pushed the head in. For a moment there was resistance so I pushed harder, extracting another cry from Julia. I could just see from the corner of my eye that the door had swung quietly open again - in her hurry to leave Libby had apparently neglected to close it properly. Spurred on, I grabbed Julia's tits and squeezed them brutally, using them as leverage to begin pounding her ass. She shrieked and moaned as I mercilessly reamed her, begging me not to stop. She called me Master and told how much she loved my cock in her most depraved orifice. The thought of her entire staff being able to hear this was proving too much for me, so I quickly pulled out. "I'm going to come, where do you want it?" I panted.

Julia slipped off the desk and onto her knees, and pulled my cock into her mouth. She jerked me one-handed for a few seconds until I unleashed a huge load, filling her mouth with semen almost faster than she could swallow. Wishing to debase her still further I pulled my cock free just in time for the last two or three spurts to hit her face, neck and breasts. Then I thrust my cock back in her mouth and demanded she suck it clean.

I zipped myself back up as Julia lay against her desk, slowly wiping the come from her face and into her mouth. She had noticed the open door and looked annoyed, but I could see the excitement flashing in her eyes. "Leave your skirt unzipped like that for the rest of the day," I ordered. "You can fix your makeup, but don't wipe the come off your breasts unless there's someone in here watching."

She blew me a kiss, mouth still sticky with my jism, and I walked out of her office. I winked at Libby, who was sitting straight up at her desk with a look of abject horror on her face. I guessed her staff had all got a pretty good earful, so I whistled cheerfully as I made my way out of the department.

It took me a few minutes to get back to the lab but it was still deserted. Firing up my laptop I checked that all of the footage from Julia's office was intact, then flicked over to the live feed. A young male temp was standing in front of Julia's desk, uncomfortably gazing at her heaving chest. She'd refastened her jacket but this only served to highlight the large splatters of my semen on her gorgeous orbs. She had pushed her chair back from the desk so the hapless guy could see her booted legs, crossed sexily with the flap of skirt positioned so that it only just hid her pubic area. She was feigning an air of total concentration on whatever document the guy had handed her, but at the same time was casually scooping come from her breasts with one finger and absently sucking it off. The guy looked like he might faint. I felt like God.

To be continued... 



Digital Spy Ch. 05



This is the latest in an ongoing series that is the first thing I've considered good enough to submit here. The story has already turned out quite different to how I expected, but I'm having fun writing it. Feedback is of course welcome.

If you haven't read the story from the beginning, I suggest you do as it's getting a bit complicated!

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I was seated at my terminal setting out some project plans when my team returned from lunch. They were laughing and joking and on the whole seemed very positive about being assigned to work with me. I spent the remainder of the afternoon going over the projects I wanted to tackle, splitting the six of them into three pairs as best suited each task. I assigned one particularly tricky problem to Max and the older guy, Trevor, knowing full well that they would require the most direction from me. Not that I cared too much about Trevor, though he was a good engineer and as much of a car bore as I was, but I definitely wanted to encourage Max's flirtation and see what happened.

We kicked a few ideas around and then I decided to send everyone home early. I gave Julia a quick call and told her my plans, but she seemed a little distracted. "I'm sorry love, something's come up," she said. "I'll probably have to stay late. I called Aless though, and she'll take care of you until I get back. She's at school working on some projects if you want to pick her up." I said I would, and was about to put the phone down when Julia said quite clearly, "make sure the cameras are running."

I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I trusted Julia and was happy to do as instructed. Before long I was guiding the Lambo to a halt in front of Queensgate, where Aless was waiting. She'd gathered an even larger crowd of friends and hangers-on since that morning, and she waved to them sweetly as I held the door open for her. "That's Miss Howard, the headmistress," she whispered to me as she subtly pointed out a sixty-ish, rather severe looking woman towards the back of the group. "She couldn't resist seeing for herself what all the gossip was about." I grinned, and pulled the Murcielago out into traffic.

I hadn't quite known what to think when Julia had said she'd told Alessandra to take care of me, but it was quickly obvious she didn't just want her to make dinner. As soon as I closed the front door behind us Aless started stripping out of her school uniform, divesting herself of the blazer, pleated skirt and blouse. She was still wearing the flesh-coloured stockings and red suspender belt I'd glimpsed that morning, as well as a matching red lace thong and balcony bra with cups cut so low, most of her areolas were visible above the lace. Kicking off her flat-soled black school shoes she replaced them with a pair of strappy red wedge-heeled sandals. She left her school tie on, she said, 'in case I needed something to tie her up with later.'

She busied herself in the kitchen downstairs while I used a few leads purloined from the lab to hook my laptop to the widescreen TV. I soon had several different views of Julia's office open on the screen, and was somewhat alarmed with the scene that unfolded. Julia was sitting a little way behind her desk so that her boots were still visible through the splits in her skirt, just as I'd instructed her. But it seemed that her appearance, coupled with our gymnastics at lunchtime, had landed Julia in hot water.

There was a thin, balding guy standing in front of Julia's desk. Dressed in an ill-fitting suit and with a thin moustache drooping from his top lip, he had the air of a lifelong bureaucrat. Sure enough, the officious little prick was rebuking Julia over both her outfit and the day's events. In one corner of the office, looking as if he'd like nothing better than to disappear into the wall, was the young temp from earlier. The skinny idiot kept gesturing to him while he ranted; every time he did the kid flinched as if he'd been slapped.

The guy's voice was an irritating whine, and I was wondering how Julia was refraining from smacking him in the mouth. I called Aless up from the kitchen to find out if she knew who he was. "Ugh, that's Arthur Corman, he's Mum's boss. She says he's the only thing about her job she doesn't like."

"I can see why," I murmured. On the screen the odious twerp was going into overdrive.

"...and furthermore, this sort of behaviour would not be tolerated from the lowliest office junior, let alone a member of management. Poor William here..." - flinch - "...was so severely distracted by your performance that he made several rudimentary errors in my bi-monthly stationery report, and I hardly need tell you what a vital document that is. Oh, I dare say your Lothario from the technical department is exhilarating company, but I doubt he appreciates the chaos that would ensue if his department were to run out of pencils..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Corman. I guarantee it will not happen again," replied Julia coolly.

"That's simply not good enough I'm afraid. This is not the first time you've dissatisfied me, Miss Brighton, and you leave me no choice but to reconsider your position with a view to terminating your employment."

"That BASTRD!" yelled Aless at the screen. "I'll rip that skinny little dickhead's balls off!"

"Hang on," I cautioned. "Look at your Mum. I think she's got this idiot right where she wants him."

On the screen, Julia had stood and was slowly walking around the desk. "Mr. Corman, I thought we'd put that previous... unpleasantness behind us. But I suppose I have little choice but to resign." Julia sighed overdramatically. "Unless of course we can come to some arrangement, like last time?"

Corman harrumphed and muttered, "perhaps under the circumstances that might be acceptable."

Julia smiled sweetly, and I knew the guy was fucked - I just wasn't quite sure what she was planning yet. Aless and I watched as Julia slowly slipped off her jacket, bringing into view her sublime breasts and shapely figure still squeezed into the red snakeskin corset. Reaching down she undid the clasp on her skirt, letting it fall to reveal her bare pussy and those incredible boots. William the temp, apparently forgotten in the corner, gasped.

Meanwhile Julia was dropping to her knees in front of Corman, who had undone his ugly brown polyester slacks and freed his cock. At least I think he had, it was hard to tell. "Gosh, is that it?" asked Aless. Even so I could tell she was tuned on by what we were seeing; she had snuggled up to me on the sofa and one hand was rubbing my leg restlessly while she pressed her thighs together. I started to strip off my work clothes as Julia got to work on Corman's tiny cock with her mouth.

Once I was naked I cuddled up to Aless again on the sofa. She traced one hand down my stomach to fondle my hardening prick, her other hand pulling the red thong to one side so that I could slip a finger into her saturated pussy. She moaned and pressed against my hand, never taking her eyes from the screen.

Across town, Julia let Corman's dick slip from her mouth. She looked into his eyes with a longing that was utterly false. "Would you like me to go on top, like before?" she asked.

"That will be acceptable," Corman replied. He had removed his trousers and underwear, but left his shirt and grey socks. I asked Aless if I should get some like that and she giggled, squeezing my cock at the base. I gasped, hardly believing that such a beautiful 18-year old girl was caressing me this way while we prepared to watch her mother being fucked by another man.

Corman had lain on the floor and allowed Julia to straddle him on her knees. She slipped him into her pussy, and began to make a great show of riding his cock as if she'd never been fucked in her life. To us it was patently obvious she was faking, but Corman seemed to believe that he was hung like a stallion. Back on the sofa Aless mimicked her mother's actions by sliding into my lap. I moved my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her, allowing my cock to slip into her pussy. She bit her lip as I entered, clearly having the opposite problem to her mother as my generous tool invaded her tight young hole. Facing away from me she slowly began to ride my cock, all the time keeping her attention fixed on the screen.

We watched as Corman reached up to paw at Julia's perfect breasts. I gritted my teeth and decided that no matter what Julia had planned for him, I was going to make him pay for putting his sweaty palms on my flawless lover. Meanwhile Aless leaned back against my chest and reached one arm around my head, running her fingers through my hair. "Do you like this, Daddy?" she whispered into my ear. "Do you like feeling your cock inside me while we watch Mummy getting fucked?"

I kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe. "I love it, darling," I whispered back. "You're my wonderful girls."

Onscreen we saw Julia look around and spot William the temp hiding in the corner. He was still trying to look as inconspicuous as possible despite having liberated his cock and started wanking a reasonably-sized 7 inch erection. "Will! Come over here and stick that thing in my mouth, won't you?" Corman apparently didn't like this idea and began to protest, but Julia drowned him out with another scream of faux-ecstasy. Will stripped off the rest of his clothes as he walked around to Julia's head. He was actually a pretty fit young guy; Aless clearly approved, involuntarily squeezing me with her inner muscles.

Julia took Will in her mouth and sucked furiously, all the time continuing the pretence of riding Corman's tiny dick. The young temp seemed to have found a little confidence from somewhere, even being brave enough to place his hands either side of Julia's head to pull her mouth further onto his erection. Corman seemed less happy, actively trying to avert his gaze from the male genitalia hanging a couple of feet from his face. When a little of Julia's saliva dripped from Will's cock onto his cheek I thought Corman might actually throw up. Suddenly I realised what she had in mind.

Julia released Will's cock and looked up at him. "Will darling, it's no use. This loser's tool is so small I can't feel a thing. Why don't you put that cock in my cunt as well, that way I can get fucked properly!"

Corman looked horrified. "I really must protest..." he began, trying to struggle up, but Julia was stronger than the pathetic specimen and held him down.

"Come on Will, I know you were thinking about fucking me this afternoon. It turned you on watching me licking another guy's come off my tits, didn't it?"

"Ohhh, yes!" moaned Will. He quickly moved behind Julia, crouched down and began to feed his cock into her soaking pussy. Corman struggled as he felt another man's penis sliding over his, but it was hopeless. Julia could have broken him in two.

"Mmm," moaned Aless on top of me. "Daddy, will you fuck me like Will is fucking Mummy?"

"Of course darling," I replied. "Get down on your hands and knees." She quickly obliged, dropping down on to the floor in front of the TV. I knelt behind her and slipped back inside, gripping her tightly around the waist so I could thrust energetically into her cunt - much as Will was doing to Julia in the office. He was clearly in seventh heaven, his eyes virtually closed as he slammed into my lover's pussy. Julia was now gasping with genuine pleasure, and even Corman appeared to be enjoying himself.

Julia looked down at him. "There, doesn't it feel good with another cock rubbing against yours? Making my cunt feel so much tighter?" she demanded.

"Nng... Yes! Yes, it feels wonderful!" he gasped, and Julia grinned triumphantly.

Aless's breath was coming in shorter gasps and I knew she was moments away from an earth-shattering orgasm. I grabbed her school tie in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other and used them as anchors to fuck her even harder. "Oh... God... Daddy... AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed as she hit her pinnacle, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I fired jet after jet of come deep into her trembling pussy, while on the TV Will and Corman simultaneously did the same to Julia.

We collapsed on the carpet, still watching events unfold at the office. "Watch this," I murmured to Aless.

Will withdrew his softening cock from Julia's pussy and stood up, apparently dazed by the double-penetration he'd just participated in. Julia stretched, cat-like, and stood over Corman. She made sure that the mingled semen of him and Will dripped over his shirt and face, and it was like watching a vampire being hit by holy water. He scrambled from underneath her and dragged himself up by the edge of the desk. "Miss Brighton, that was entirely uncalled for. Regrettably I'm still going to have to reconsider your employment here..."

Julia snorted with laughter. "You'll do nothing of the sort, you ridiculous little shit. In case you missed it, my 'Lothario' as you called him is a surveillance genius. You coercing me into sex to keep my job has been captured by at least eight high-definition digital cameras. Incidentally, is your wife still active in the church?"

Corman had gone white. "Wh-what do you mean? Why?" he stammered.

"I'm sure she'd like to see what sort of sinful things you get up to at the office. I imagine she'll especially like the part where you said you enjoyed having another man rubbing his cock against yours. I seem to recall there was some fuss over those anti-gay leaflets she was distributing in Soho a few months ago. She probably thinks you can 'catch' being gay from touching someone's cock, or having his come running down your face. You might want to wipe that off, by the way." Corman frantically rubbed his cheek with one sleeve.

"So unless you want me to send the whole thing to your wife," Julia continued, "this is what you're going to do. Tomorrow you resign your job, effective immediately. You can say you want to spend more time with that stupid homophobic bitch if you like, I really don't care. Then you recommend me as your only possible replacement. You'd better do a good job; if I'm not in your chair by Friday then that frigid, fundamentalist cow and her whole church group will get to see you swapping semen with Will here." The young temp had dressed and was hovering nervously by the door.

"I... But... You're bluffing!" He snarled. The phone on Julia's desk rang. She strutted over to it and hit the speaker button.

"No, she really isn't," I said conversationally. "I have the whole thing, and it's worse than you could possibly imagine. I'd do as the lady says. Incidentally, regardless of what Julia has done to you, I'm going to make you sorry you ever laid your pathetic hands on her. Oh, and the shirt and socks look? Never good, even on a waste of skin like you. Now fuck off before I blow your house up."

Tears were streaming down Corman's face as he grabbed his trousers and ran. "Bye, Arthur!" Julia called after him. Then she turned to Will the temp, who cringed away in terror.

"Please Miss Brighton!" he yelped, "I didn't say anything! He just knew somehow! Please don't... I'm just a temp, I make £3 an hour, please..."

"As of tomorrow, expect a pay rise. That was perfect, Will, I couldn't have done it without you. Hear that, darling?" she addressed me on the speakerphone. "No killing Will, OK?"

"Well, I suppose," I laughed. Will looked extremely relieved, and fled the office almost as quickly as Corman had. "Who do you suppose told old Arthur?" I asked.

"I think that little bitch of a secretary, Libby, is going to learn a valuable lesson about office discretion starting tomorrow," growled Julia. "Anyway, that's me done for the day. Did you have something nice for dinner?"

"Mmm, a very tasty 18 year old blonde," I replied.

Julia laughed. "not much point telling you not swear about the house now, is there darling?"

"No!" yelled Aless vehemently from over my shoulder.

Julia picked up her skirt and jacket, then looked down at her stunning body clad only in the half-corset and boots. "I think I might drive home like this," she purred. "See you soon - put some bubbly on ice, will you? I've got a promotion to celebrate!" Julia swaggered out of the office as Aless and I, still lying on the carpet, burst into hysterical laughter.

*****

Julia was as good as her word, arriving back at the flat dressed only in her boots and corset, having again walked mostly naked from the garage. Aless, still running around the house in her underwear, had prepared a large spread of cold meats and potato salad, and I had a couple of bottles of Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin on ice. When Julia walked in we greeted her like a conquering hero, and blushing she gave a small curtsey as we applauded. Before dinner we all sank into a soothing bath, and though it was a little cramped with three of us nobody complained. After the excitement of the day I was shattered and so was content just to enjoy the foamy warmth of the water - though the sight of mother and daughter sensually washing each other created some localised rippling below the surface!

We wrapped ourselves in bathrobes and ate in the living room, laughing and chatting about the day's excitement. Julia laughed wickedly as Aless described the reaction to her arrival at school, while Aless was eager to hear about my and Julia's lunchtime episode. She avowed loudly that she would have to watch the footage later seeing as she'd missed out on the fun, making Julia and I laugh. To pacify her I demonstrated the use of the video feed and editing software, and left the two wonderful women in my life to scrutinize the most recent footage. As I climbed the stairs to work out I heard them excitedly planning an elaborate multi-angle DVD that could switch from Julia in the office to Aless and me simultaneously at home. The last I heard they were talking about audio commentaries and behind-the-scenes footage!

*****

On Tuesday I dropped Aless off at school again, and this time an even larger crowd had gathered to see us arrive. Aless had prepared for the occasion by neglecting to wear underwear, occasionally lifting her skirt to flash me as we drove through London. At one set of traffic lights a builder in a white van looked down just in time to catch a glimpse of 18-year-old pussy, and honed his horn appreciatively. Aless giggled and rubbed herself through her pleated skirt.

As we pulled up at the school gates a group of hostile-looking rich mothers turned to watch us in unison, resembling a pack of immaculately styled Meerkats. As before I exited the car first, walking around to open Alessandra's door and help her out of the Lamborghini's low bucket seat. I'd dressed casually in chinos, a tight oxblood rugby shirt that hugged my pecs and six-pack in a satisfying manner, and a favourite leather jacket I'd brought from Birmingham. I nodded cheerfully to the group, sending them into a frenzy of chatter. Julia stood up on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek, whispering in my ear about what she'd like me to do to her when I got home. I was so lost in these particularly nasty thoughts that I almost missed a lean, balding man walking towards us.

"Alessandra, darling!" he called in a curt, high-pitched tone.

"Oh bollocks," she muttered to me, "it's Giles."

"How's my favourite girl?" he oiled, grinning obsequiously.

"What are you doing here, Giles?" she said icily.

"Well, I was just passing on my way to the office and I thought I'd stop by and see my little treasure." It was obvious he and Julia's ex-boss were of the same type.

"Your office is nowhere near here, Giles." Polar bears could have frozen to death from the chill in her tone.

"Guilty, darling. I can see I won't be able to pull the wool over your eyes." He continued to grin like a muppet. "I just wanted to see you, was that so wrong?" He turned his attention to me, and now his was the voice to become icy. "And you are?"




Digital Spy Ch. 05



"Dan Wright. You must be Julia's EX-husband."

He bristled at this. "Well, I don't know how expensive public schools operate where you're from, Mr. Wright. But around here most people are uncomfortable with such ostentatious behaviour as dropping off children they barely know in vulgar sports cars."

I didn't blink. "Aless, are you at all uncomfortable with me driving you here?"

She gave me her most enchanting smile, as much for her father's benefit as mine. "No, Daddy. I love it when you bring me to school."

"Well, that settles it. Nice Bentley by the way," I said, indicating the Arnage idling a few metres away. "Very subtle."

Giles all but snarled. "Clearly MISTER Wright you are hardly a suitable guardian for my daughter. I shall be having words with my solicitor about this, you can be sure of it, and you can convey the same message to my wife, who has clearly lost what little remains of her mind to have taken up with the likes of you!"

"Giles," Aless shot back, "why don't you do us all a favour; fuck off and die." She kissed me on the cheek again. "See you tonight Daddy, have a good day." She turned on her heel and walked through the gates.

Giles was purple with rage. He began to splutter something but I cut him off. Stepping close to him I said in a quiet yet unwavering voice, "a word to the wise, my friend. Obviously you're unsettled by Julia and Alessandra not having you at the centre of their universe any more, so on this occasion I'll let you off lightly. However if you ever disrespect Julia or her daughter in my presence again, they won't even find the body." My gaze was unshakable and his eyes began to water as he tried to meet it. "Do you have any doubt that I'm telling the truth?"

"N-no..." was all he could manage.

"Good. By the way, Alessandra hates you. It would be a good idea if you stayed away from her from now on." I left him standing by the kerb with his bottom lip trembling as I jumped back in the Lambo and raced away.

*****

I risked a stroll past the payroll department to find the place in uproar. Julia was busy boxing up the contents of her desk when I knocked. "Dan! Darling, you'll never guess what's happened. My boss has resigned and I've been given his job!" Her eyes never wavered from mine as she spoke. "This is Will, my new P.A." she gestured to the former temp now busily packing Julia's things.

"Hi Will," I said conversationally, and the young guy froze - he'd obviously recognised my voice.

Julia gave me an reproving look. "Now, Dan. You promised not to kill him after all." She moved closer to me, and murmured "Besides, I have a special job for him; he's going to sort out that snitch secretary of mine - in more ways than one!" She winked, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you later?"

"Definitely. Nice seeing you again Will," I said to the terrified new P.A. as I strolled out of the office, pleased that I could still be a malicious bastard when I felt like it.

I arrived in the lab to find my staff waiting for me, eager to get started on the projects assigned to them. There was further verification that I'd read Max's flirtatious behaviour correctly, given that she'd arrived today wearing an almost indecently short black denim miniskirt and sleeveless white peasant blouse that would have tied most of the way up the front if the ribbon hadn't apparently gone missing. I could make out the contour of a translucent white bra underneath, but this combined with the blouse did little to hide her modesty. A pair of small, dark nipples was just about visible to anyone who looked hard enough - and all of us guys were trying.

We split up into our groups, with Max joining me at the main workstation. I'd sent Trevor to find some data in another part of the building - for legitimate purposes, honestly - so we had one end of the lab to ourselves. Max crossed her legs in her operator's chair, making the tiny skirt ride up even higher. She dangled a white high-heeled sandal from one foot and leaned in close to me as I explained the design on the screen.

It may come as a surprise given my extracurricular activities, but I do love my work. The whole team and I were soon engrossed in our projects, and the morning raced by. I called Julia around 1.30 to say I was probably going to work through lunch, but she didn't mind; she had her hands full reorganising her new department and trying to undo the damage that Corman had done. Somebody grabbed a bunch of assorted calzone from the cafeteria (which were superb, incidentally) and we pressed on with the work.

At around 3.30 my group had a couple of working prototypes for our new design. I suggested that Trevor and Max take them down to remote locations in the complex to see how well they transmitted through heavy building materials, and they set off. Some minutes later my screen flashed into life to reveal Trevor in a deep stairwell, looking up at the camera he'd placed on the wall and making adjustments on a handheld control pad. He was wearing a radio headset connected to my speakerphone. "How's that look, boss?"

"Pretty good. Run through a diagnostic cycle and then head back up."

Another video window pinged open. There was Max in front of banks of humming machinery - this was apparently the Company's vast underground computer centre. Being a creature of habit (and having installed a cleverly-hidden link to my server on the lab's network) I began recording. Max was also wearing a headset, and she'd deliberately angled the camera so that it was filming directly down the gaping front of her blouse. "How does this look?" she asked in a businesslike tone.

"Not bad," I smiled. "Not bad at all."

"Hm," she said. Then as I watched she quickly pulled the blouse over her head, pushed the skirt down around her ankles and stepped out of it. She looked at her control pad, apparently quite comfortable in her almost invisible white mesh bra and thong. The material was so thin that her dark nipples, hardened to stone-like points in the cool air of the computer vault, were clearly visible, as was the neat black bush that crowned her pussy. "OK, is this better?"

"That looks perfect," I said through dry lips. "Run your diagnostics, please." With one hand she examined the pad while the other reached up and tweaked her hard nipples through the delicate fabric. She alternated carefully, first one nipple, then the other.

"Yes, everything seems to be responding correctly," she said with the barest hint of a tremor in her voice.

"Excellent. Try the, ah, lower settings please."

She ran a hand down over the bottom of her breasts and across the hard muscle of her stomach, slipping two perfectly manicured fingernails beneath the fold of her panties. The quality of the image was quite astonishing; even from this prototype. I could make out with perfect clarity the slight sheen of sweat forming on her top lip as her fingers massaged her clit. "Uh. It responds quickly to, uh, stimulus. Diagnostic program, ahh, successful."

"Stay where you are, I'd like to see the camera in action." I scribbled a quick note to Trevor, telling him to run some additional (and actually quite necessary) diagnostics, then locked my workstation and all but ran out of the lab. I had to ask for directions twice, but nobody seemed overly concerned as to why I needed to get to the Company's computer core.

I stepped through the access door and was immediately struck by the chill air. The temperature was kept deliberately low to prolong the life of the circuits, and I could see my breath misting in front of my face. I walked down the banks of computers, grateful that I'd thrown on my jacket before leaving the lab. Before long I found Maxine, massaging her clit with a circular motion and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was shivering, as much from arousal as from the cold.

I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, then moved my hands down and gently pulled the gossamer cups of her bra down, freeing her breasts. She ran her hands over mine, squeezing my fingers around the soft flesh. "What do you think? They were a graduation present from my parents," she panted, her teeth chattering slightly.

"Wait," I replied with shock. "These aren't real??"

She smiled. "They were VERY expensive. But worth it, don't you agree?"

"Totally worth it," I concurred. Now that she mentioned it, her breasts did feel a little different to entirely natural ones. I'd had some experience with falsies in the past, but these were a far cry from those hard, oversized silicone nightmares. They felt perhaps a little to firm, too even in texture. Not only that, but even these smallish C-cups looked ever so slightly too large on her taut, elfin frame. None of that mattered though because her tits felt wonderful, filling my hands perfectly. My attentions were obviously having the desired effect too; she was beginning to writhe and squeal with every tweak and flick I gave her achingly hard nipples.

"Mei-xia," I whispered, using her Cantonese name, "I want to taste you." She moaned and pushed her body against mine. In the cold air she was radiating heat like furnace. I moved down her body, slipping my fingers into the thin band of her thong. Abruptly I ripped the flimsy material away from her body, drawing a yelp of protest. Quickly I placed my arms around the inside of Mei-xia's thighs, and standing I lifted her into the air. She was positioned with her back against a support pillar, her thighs resting on my shoulders and her fragrant snatch nestling against my lips. I snaked out my tongue and ran it across the hard bud of her clit, and her hands clawed at my hair.

I placed a hand on each of her firm buttocks to help support her weight. From there I could slip first one, then two fingers into her tight hole, now dripping from the manipulation I was forcing on her clit. Her breath was getting shorter and her muscles were flexing around my fingers, so I knew her orgasm was close. I deliberately slowed the pace with my tongue and she swore at me in Cantonese. I sped up again and felt her orgasm building once more. As she approached her second peak I again slowed down my movements, driving her wild with the need for release. I built up the rhythm for a third time, augmenting the sensations by slipping an additional finger into her tightly puckered asshole. "Kai dei! Si futt lou! Not in there!" she wailed, but the damage was done. An overwhelming orgasm hit her and she writhed against my face.

It took at least 90 seconds for the tremors to pass, and then Mei-xia slumped down against the pillar. I allowed her to slide down the wall and she protested feebly, but was too weakened to resist. I now had her pinned between my body and the pillar, her legs sticking almost straight up with one foot either side of my head. Supporting her ass with both hands I leaned forward, thrusting my mouth against hers. She ravenously sucked the taste of her own juices from my tongue, and recovering a little energy she slipped her hands down between her thighs to fumble with the buttons on my chinos. Her nipples jutted out like champagne corks as she freed my cock and guided it into her tender cunt.

"Au sung diu le, lay puk giy! Fuck me hard!" she screamed, and I needed no more persuading. I pounded her against the pillar with the force of my thrusts, her hair flying wildly as she struggled and moaned. Her nails found my back and her teeth sank into the skin of my chest as we rutted. I was quickly building to my own orgasm, and when I could thrust no faster nor hold on any longer I erupted, filling Mei-xia with steaming come.

Once I'd caught my breath I gently lowered her legs to the ground, and she stood up somewhat shakily. "That was wonderful," I raved. "But I've been curious about why you came on to me. There must be plenty of good-looking guys your own age chasing you."

"I guess," she said, pulling on her blouse and slipping my jacket over the top of it. "But you're the only one who can convince Carstairs that I should have a team of my own. I know I'm smart enough to be in your position eventually, Dan."

"Based on your work so far, I'd agree," I replied, "but I honestly would have recommended you anyway, just based on your ability. You didn't have to do this."

She pulled on her skirt, self-consciously but rather fruitlessly tugging the hem down now that she had no thong to go underneath it. "Well, I thought it probably wouldn't hurt to grease the wheels a little. Besides," she kissed me gently on the lips, "you're not bad-looking for a gweilo."

I looked up at the wall. "I guess we really aught to do some evaluation on this camera."

"Oh my God, the camera! It must have broadcast the whole thing!" She looked horrified.

"Don't worry, I made sure I locked my workstation. Nobody could access the footage," I reassured her.

"Thank God! It was lucky you weren't testing the recording capabilities too."

I gazed at nothing in particular on the far wall. "Yes, it was wasn't it?" I said in my most nonchalant voice.

*****

In the chaos of the previous day I had forgotten to email the police in Birmingham with the details of the abuse of Samira that I'd witnessed. She'd been left alone by her family since the night her brothers and father had gang-raped her, but there seemed to be other, strange goings-on at the house she shared with them. I felt certain that the police, assuming they acted on my tip-off, would find plenty of interesting evidence.

As I drove home that evening I gave some thought to the structure of my team. It had become obvious that Max and Imani (the other woman in my group) were the most dynamic members. There was nothing wrong with the work that the guys were doing, in fact it was terrific, but I knew we could do better. I was toying with an incentive scheme that might just get the men giving 120%, as well as providing fresh content for the website, but there were still kinks to iron out. I thought I could get Max to go along with my plan - she was so eager for me to put in good reports, I imagined I could convince her to do almost anything - but Imani was still an unknown quantity. Clearly I'd need to do some more research before unveiling my ideas to everyone.

Julia and Aless had both beaten me home, and as I walked into the house it became clear that they had already been through the day's footage. Aless was naked, holding a bottle of antiseptic and a large bag of cotton wool. Julia on the other hand was barely contained inside a pale blue rubber nurse outfit. She shook her head when she saw me. "Bite marks? Scratches? Really Mr. Wright, you aught to be more careful with these dangerous sports before you really hurt yourself. By the way, I think you should invite that lovely Chinese girl around for dinner one night soon. I've got a few toys she might find... interesting."

I started undressing as Aless removed the lid from the antiseptic bottle. I had a feeling this was going to sting.

To be continued... 



Digital Spy Ch. 06



This chapter could just as easily gone in the non-consent/reluctance category, so please be warned if you find such material offensive.

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Wednesday was the first day since I arrived that passed largely without incident. I spent a productive day in the lab, and though Max was still flirtatious I think the knowledge that I'd be endorsing her whatever happened made her dial it down a notch. I met Julia, who was enjoying the challenge of sorting out Corman's mess enormously, for lunch and we had a quiet meal in the Company restaurant, Julia taking the opportunity to introduce me to her friends within the firm. Even without the corporate gossip machine it was obvious that we were a couple, and all of them said how happy, indeed radiant, Julia looked.

Max and I gave a short presentation to Carstairs in the afternoon to unveil our new prototype, and I was careful to point out the innovations she had suggested. Carstairs was thrilled. "Capital work, old chap, truly capital. Two days on the job and already you're coming up with the goods, eh what? And as for you, young lady, play your cards right and you might get a team of your own one of these days, eh? Jolly good show!" Max beamed, and winked at me. I had a feeling there might be a few more 'prototype testing' sessions in my future.

As we were about to leave Carstairs called me back for a moment. "One more thing, old boy. Your little indiscretion with Miss Brighton the other day."

"Um, yes, sorry about that," I mumbled. "It won't..."

"Oh, pish and tish!" he cut me off. "Always fun to shake up the troops a bit! And Miss Brighton certainly is quite the fine filly, though I must say I'm jolly surprised that she's such a spirited thing, eh? Haha! Anyway, we've been trying to pension off that dreadful Arthur Corman for years, so the pair of you did us a favour. And your little Internet sideline hardly suffered either - I hear the upper echelons are enjoying it immensely these days. There'll be a little something extra in Miss Brighton's mail this week, I should think. And possibly some photos for her to autograph, eh? Capital! Oh, and this is for you," he pushed a brown envelope into my hands. "Anyway, onward and upward eh? Toodle pip!"

I walked out of Carstairs' office with the feeling I always had after talking to him; that I'd accidentally slipped into a Carry On film or an old episode of Dad's Army or something. But he was clearly happy with me and that generally meant good things happening. I opened the envelope and inside found a police report. Birmingham's serious crime unit had turned over Samira's family's house and found some seriously twisted shit. It seems that as well as abusing Samira they were also distributing illegal porn - pretty rich coming from me I know, but I was repulsed by the stuff they were dealing in. My own rather fucked-up morality was that even if I wasn't secretly filming people fucking, they'd be doing it anyway, so why shouldn't a few other people enjoy it too? But what these guys were doing, with animals, kids and God knows what else, was just foul. They were all liable to be imprisoned for a very long time. At the back of the file was a note from a social worker, who said Samira was staying with friends. She was traumatised but apparently glad that her ordeal was over - she'd told police that the attack on her had happened because she'd found out about her Dad and brothers' activities and threatened to go to the police. I decided to delete her file from the site when I got home, as I felt she'd been through enough.

Back at the lab, I took a quiet moment to flick through Imani's personnel file. It was very in-depth, as I guess was standard practice for the Company, but there was nothing to suggest she might be open to some of my more unusual ideas. Then under 'extracurricular activities' I found an unusual note: all it had was the name of an alley in Soho and a phone number. Intrigued, I copied it down.

That evening I closed the door to Julia's study and dialled the number. A female voice answered, "hello?"

"Hi, I got this number from a... friend."

"I see. And what is your friend's name?"

I panicked for a moment, then blurted out "Carstairs!"

"Ah yes, one of our best customers. Very well, so you know about us and what we do, yes?"

"Yes," I lied.

"Then all that remains is our fee. It will be £1,000 per calendar month and the minimum contract period is 12 months, payable in advance." Twelve grand? Holy shit. I could afford it but it was a lot just to satisfy my curiosity. The voice continued, "after this time you may pay on a monthly basis and are free to cancel at any time, although," a slightly smug note entered the voice, "nobody ever does."

"That will be fine," I replied, trying to keep my voice casual.

She read me a number and told me to wire-transfer the money. "We must have confirmed payment before your first visit. If you are able to transfer the money tomorrow I can arrange a car to collect you tomorrow night."

Time to ask the big question. "Will Imani be there?"

"No, Imani will be with us again this coming Friday. Shall I book a car for then?" I agreed she should. "Very good, the car will be with you at 8pm. I look forward to receiving your payment tomorrow, and I will see you on Friday. Will you be bringing any female companions? They will of course be covered by your membership."

"One," I said. "Er, maybe two."

"Excellent. We ask that gentlemen visiting us dress smartly, and ladies dress sexily - if indeed they wish to dress at all." She hung up.

*****

I told Julia about the call and she found the whole thing highly exciting. "Dress sexily, huh? What do you think, Aless? Can we make ourselves sexy for Daddy?" Aless was sitting on the sofa wearing nothing but one of my shirts. She looked dynamite.

"Oh, I'm sure you can help me to dress up, Mummy!" she laughed.

"By the way, Dan, look what I found today. It was in my in-tray at the office." She held out a blue envelope. Inside was a cheque for 150 grand.

"Holy..." I started, but trailed off. The cheque had been signed by Carstairs.

"That's what I think Corman would have been due in severance if the bastard had ever retired," continued Julia. "But since he resigned so suddenly I guess he gets nothing. Fancy them giving it to me instead." She fixed me with a hard stare. "You wouldn't know anything about it, would you? Old Carstairs doesn't usually have much to do with us civilians, you know."

"He... may have mentioned it," I mumbled. "Was, er, was there anything else?"

"Now that you mention it, there was," she said conversationally, though I could tell she was watching me carefully. She pulled out another envelope filled with glossy photos - hi-res stills from movie files on the site. On the back of each was printed a code, which I assumed was related to a location. "What should I do with these, do you think?"

"Er, I suggest you autograph them, and then put the envelope in your outgoing mail," I said awkwardly. "I think they'll reach their destination."

"Autograph them? Do you mean I have some fans in high places?" She grinned. "Good things happen when you're around, Dan!"

I smiled weakly. "All part of the service."

*****

The next day was largely uneventful, though a couple of the less snooty mothers did say hello to me when I dropped Aless off at school. We chatted briefly until Miss Howard, the headmistress, stalked over. The mothers made their excuses and fled before the severe looking woman got close. But I needn't have worried; though her manner was stern she was actually quite friendly and articulate. She mentioned that Aless's teachers had noticed how much livelier she seemed in class this week, something missing from her behaviour in the months since her father left. I was thrilled, and told Miss Howard it was a pleasure to be helping out.

At the lab I called my bank and arranged the transfer of funds. There was a note on my desk from Carstairs, written in his curious style. "Good news old chap - your new place is ready! Had a word to the foreman and he put in double-quick time. Pick the keys up tomorrow from accommodation section, you can move in on Saturday. TTFN, C." I was pleased, but also a little disappointed - I'd got used to living with Julia and Aless. That evening I said so.

Julia cuddled up to me in bed - as did Aless, who had taken to sleeping with us in Julia's room. "Look, Dan. Wherever you go, that's where we'll be. Right, love?" Aless nodded enthusiastically. "This house is too big anyway, I only stay here to annoy Giles. I'm sure if I sold it I'd make a packet."

"Why sell it, Mum?" asked Aless. "After I get my A-levels I'll be going to King's College or UCL. I could keep an eye on the place and you could rent the other rooms out to students." She burrowed under my arm so that it was wrapped around her. "I'd still come and visit though, Daddy, all the time."

I pondered this. "So we rent the rooms to students..."

"Attractive female ones, naturally," added Julia.

"...naturally, and film the results! Aless, you're a genius."

She beamed. "And with me there to encourage them all to sunbathe nude, bring back as many guys as possible and play strip Twister, we'll get loads of footage for the site."

"I think Aless deserves a consultancy fee," I said. "I apparently have lots of parking space in the new building; why don't we get her a car?"

Aless trembled in my arm, waiting for Julia's response. She looked serious for a moment, but it was all a sham. She took one look at Aless's earnest, expectant face and laughed. "What a perfect idea! Maybe after we take a look around on Saturday we can go car shopping." Aless gave a little whoop of joy, and clambered over me to give her mother a thank you kiss. Then she kissed her some more. I sighed happily and settled back to watch the show.

*****

Friday in the lab was torture, as all I could think about was that night's mysteries outing. In the end I sent everyone home early and called Julia. She was also on tenterhooks about it and had just done the same. I had driven her in that morning and we met in the car park. "I thought I'd go home early and help Aless pick an outfit," she whispered as we got into the Lambo.

We ate a hurried dinner as Julia and Aless, dressed in bathrobes, fussed with their hair and makeup. I left them to it, showering quickly in the small bathroom downstairs and putting on a dark blue suit, red tie, pale grey shirt and black patent shoes. The girls didn't appear until the doorbell rang at 8 sharp. They came down the stairs wearing matching long black duster coats, tightly fastened up to the neck. I was apparently going to have to wait to see their definitions of 'sexy,' but I had a feeling it would be worth it; Julia had pulled her auburn tresses into a French plat and replaced her usual glasses with deep blue contacts, while Aless had tied her hair into two long schoolgirl pigtails.

A smart, discreetly dressed driver stood on the doorstep and he quickly ushered us to a silver Mercedes MPV with blacked-out windows that was parked on the kerb. Inside the seats were plush leather and there was a small bar. "Please help yourself to whatever you'd like," he said as we pulled into evening traffic and headed towards Soho.

Julia leaned over. "I forgot to mention, I said we'd see a couple of my friends for dinner tomorrow, I hope you don't mind." I said I didn't - at that moment Julia could have said she'd pledged my organs to medical research and I wouldn't have objected. My excitement and curiosity were building steadily as we turned into Brewer Street in the heart of Soho. Sex shops and peepshows lined the road.

The vehicle turned down a narrow alley, so much so that the walls almost scraped the sides of the car. Our driver navigated through the narrow space with practiced ease, pulling up alongside a large sliding metal door. There were no markings anywhere on or around the door to indicate where we were going. Aless whispered to me, "this is exciting!"

The driver flicked a switch and the van's door slid open, and at the exact same moment the steel shutter rolled aside to reveal a plush room and several large security guards in smart suits. We stepped easily from the van into the room (with a respectful "enjoy your evening" from our driver) and were ushered down a long, softly carpeted stairway. At the bottom we entered what looked like the foyer of a nightclub, with a coat check area and a reception desk. The attractive middle-aged woman behind the desk smiled at us.

"This is your first time here," she observed. "I know all of our members by sight, so you must be the gentleman I spoke to the other morning. Mr. Wright, is that correct?"

"It is," I replied, smiling.

"Very well, there are certain things I have to tell you before you go in. First, please give your coats to Anjali," she indicated to a young Indian girl who had walked around from behind the coat check desk. She was naked except for patent leather ballet-style strappy shoes with large, 8" stiletto heels that forced her to stand permanently on the ends of her toes. Her only other decoration was two large, screw-type nipple clamps that had been fastened tightly and further secured with black twine. Each clamp had a brass coat hook attached to it. The girl also had her hands and elbows bound tightly behind her, forcing her small breasts to jut out obscenely. "Oohhhh," moaned Julia, "I love it here already."

Julia and Aless now removed their coats, allowing me to see their outfits for the first time. Julia had chosen an ankle-length black silk gown that was effectively just lingerie. A series of thin straps passed over her shoulders and criss-crossed down the sides, which were otherwise open to reveal inches of her mouth-watering flesh. At the rear, the straps passed over the delicious curve of Julia's back and met at the edges of another section of material that began just above the swell of her ass. Not that the material helped conceal anything; it was almost completely transparent and left her nipples and pubic mound entirely visible. She was also wearing patent leather shoes with chrome spiked heels, tied with long ribbons that wrapped around her calves up to the knee.

Aless had taken a different, but no less sexy approach. Her coat came off to expose thigh-length platform boots made of stretchy, skin-tight black velvet, which hugged the delectable curves of her legs like stockings. She'd topped this off with a short, pleated schoolgirl skirt and blouse. This had been doctored, the bottom half cut off and the buttons removed so that it tied - barely - over her breasts. The outfit, combined with her pigtailed hair, was sheer slutty perfection. She told me afterwards that the shirt and blouse were genuinely her old school uniform, and she'd kept them when they no longer fit because she'd fantasised about being fucked in them. Tonight she was going to get her wish, and then some. Like her mother Aless had gone without underwear, and though the skirt just about covered her pussy she had already reached down with one hand to begin stroking her exposed clit.

With her other hand she reached out her coat and tentatively hung it on the Indian girl's left breast. The young woman gasped with sudden pain, but quickly recovered and murmured a thank you. Julia on the other hand was not so gentle. She firmly placed her coat on the right hook and yanked it down hard. The girl gave a soft yelp.

The woman behind the reception desk smiled. "Anjali is not permitted to cry out when taking coats, and now she will have to be punished. For each scream she will be sodomised by one of our security guards. They are quite rough."

"Really?" smiled Julia nastily. Realising what was going to happen the girl tried to step away, but her fetish shoes prevented her from moving quickly. It was too late; Julia had a hook in each hand and was yanking on them without mercy. She wasn't satisfied until the girl had reluctantly been forced to scream a further four times.

The woman behind the desk laughed. "I can see you'll fit in well here. Now, the rules," she began as the Indian girl dejectedly returned to the coat check area, where a grinning security guard took the coats and hung them up on a rail. "This is ostensibly a lap dancing club, but it's unlike any other. All of your dances and refreshments are covered by the membership fee, which applies to all three of you. However if a girl particularly pleases you, we ask that you give a tip in accordance with what you think she is worth. This way our girls try much harder to please you."

"Unlike any other lap dancing venue we encourage patrons to touch our girls, in fact we demand it. They are here for your pleasure, and will not refuse anything you ask of them short of actual physical harm. Some of them may act as if they are unwilling and beg you to stop. Do not; this is a special service we provide for patrons who enjoy fantasies of reluctance. If we feel you are being too rough, one of the security personnel will inform you. This has only happened twice in the club's history, so don't concern yourself with it too much."

She reached beneath the counter and pulled out two rhinestone-studded dog collars with leashes attached. "This is most important. You ladies must wear these at all times, to signify you are guests of a club member. All of our patrons know that a collar places you off-limits to anyone but the person you are with. If you remove the collar for any reason, you become fair game and will be expected to service our customers like any other girl. You may not refuse a patron's instructions if you are not wearing a collar; if you do they will simply assume you are one of our non-consent role playing girls and rape you anyway."

She looked Julia in the eye, then Aless. "Whether you remove the collars is up to you. On any given night about a quarter of the girls are guests who enjoy being taken by our patrons. They receive no payment from the club but may keep any tips given to them."

Julia fixed her own collar in place, then helped Aless into hers. I took the handles of both leashes in one hand. The woman smiled at us. "The festivities begin in approximately ten minutes with a stage show, then the girls will join you and after that pretty much anything goes. Enjoy your evening."

I thanked her and turned to my 'guests,' who were waiting dutifully behind me. "Are you bitches ready?" I asked. They nodded. With that we walked through the double doors, held open for us by two more burly guards, and stepped into the club.

Inside it was large and extremely luxurious, with deep, curved couches in booths surrounding low tables. It was lit dimly but adequately by discreet spotlights and candles, and was built on several levels, with short, wide staircases leading from floor to floor. In the centre between all the levels was a large stage, with two long metal poles towards the middle. Unlike the ones found in most pole dancing venues however, these had rings set into the metal with a variety of restraints, clamps and cuffs hanging from them.

We took a leisurely walk around the various levels, to all eyes looking like nothing more than a guy and his companions deciding what would be a good vantage point from which to see the show. In this way the three of us expertly placed cameras (the new prototypes I'd been developing - like Carstairs said field-testing is very important) and microphones all over the club. We had placed about 30 bugs before we 'decided' on a free booth in the entrance level with a good view of the stage. I looked around and saw that the place was fairly full, and maybe a third of the well-dressed men were accompanied by women wearing collars. The women varied in age, race and body type but all of them were beautiful. One girl, with the almost ebony-coloured skin of a pure African, apparently couldn't wait; she had removed her collar and was currently on all fours, being spit-roasted between two elderly but spry-looking white gentlemen.




Digital Spy Ch. 06



A waiter came over and took a drink order, and I wondered aloud if Imani was one of the girls. As it turned out, she was the entertainment. On the stroke of nine the lights dimmed and the stage was bathed in light. From the back of the club walked an arresting figure; it was Imani, swaying confidently on golden platform ankle boots, clad in a liquid gold bikini that barely covered her pussy and struggled to hold her large swinging breasts. Her hair continued the gold theme, her usual short crop covered by a metallic wig that fell to her shoulders. Even her lipstick and eye makeup were the colour of that precious metal. She reached the centre of the stage and struck a seductive pose, lips pouted, hands caressing her breasts.

A voice issued from recessed speakers, "Welcome to tonight's entertainment. We begin with our golden girl... IMANI!" A thumping, sex-driven 70s funk number began playing, and Imani danced. All eyes were on her as she strutted and weaved on the stage, running her hands up and down the poles and extending her tongue to lick a set of leather cuffs. As she danced she slowly untied the bows that held the bikini top in place, and it fluttered away to reveal large, dark-chocolate coloured nipples. Each one was pierced near the top of the nipple with a gold ring.

The bikini briefs soon followed, exposing a completely shaven mound and another ring through the hood of her clit. She danced to one of the poles and grabbed it, freezing completely still as the music stopped. Two security guards walked onstage wheeling a curious looking apparatus. It was a low padded bench, with large metal boxes at each end. From each box protruded a large neon-pink dildo. I recognised them as the kind of fuck machine available over the internet; when turned on, the machines would piston the dildos like thrusting cocks into whoever happened to be sitting on them. Attached to the bottom of the bench were other bits of machinery - one looked like an electrical transformer and there were at least two gas cylinders.

On the stage the guards were securing Imani's arms behind her with cuffs at wrist and elbow. She was led to the bench and laid face down upon it. She was positioned so that a guard could feed the larger of the two dildos, which was about 12 inches long and as thick as my forearm, into her cunt. It was a struggle, until he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her back roughly. She was impaled on the giant cock and howled with pain and surprise. Her protests were soon cut off when the second guard strapped a ring gag under her hair and over her lips. A metal ring inside her mouth now held it open, and the guard fed the smaller dildo, only about 8 inches long and 2 in diameter, through the hole and over her tongue.

Next they secured her legs and torso to the bench with leather straps. Once Imani was unable to move, they turned their attention to her breasts. First they fixed clamps, attached to long cables that ran to the underside of the bench, to her nipples above the rings. To the rings themselves they clipped electrodes, which were also wired in to the bench's mechanism. Finally they moved to her rear, clipping a third electrode to her clit ring and inserting a large black butt plug, one of the expanding kind, into her asshole. The process completed, they walked to the front of the stage and placed two small devices near the edge. One was a chip & pin credit card reader, the other was a small box with a slot in the front.

The speaker voice returned. "Imani has volunteered to be the first victim of our latest creation," it intoned. "Each part of our interactive bench is controlled by you. The more money you pledge, the harder it will go for our helpless prey. As the money goes up, the dildos will drive faster and deeper into her tender young flesh. The clamps on her delicate nipples will bite with more force, and the voltage and frequency of shocks to her breasts and pussy will increase. Finally the butt plug in Imani's delectable bottom will inflate ever larger as the money increases. Simply place your credit card in the reader, and enter your pin and the amount of your pledge. Alternatively feed your notes into the counter provided. Remember, the more you pay, the more she suffers!"

With that the lights came up and, seemingly from every corner, gorgeous scantily-clad women entered the room. Immediately several men almost sprinted to the stage and began to feed money and cards into the readers. Sure enough on the stage, the dildos began to pump into Imani's cunt and mouth - slowly at first but increasing in speed as a queue formed to enter money into the devices. I could just make out a pained expression as her nipples flattened and bulged where the clamps pressed down, and I saw her stiffen as a tiny spark arced over one nipple ring. I could also hear the unmistakable hiss of an air pump as the butt plug in Imani's rear began to expand. She was whimpering, but it was unheard over the hubbub from the excited patrons. Men were now circling the stage, trying to see every violation of Imani's body as the money piled up.

I looked around to see stunning girls dancing and stripping, but unlike a typical lap dance club the men were pawing at their bodies, pulling or even ripping the clothes from them. Some girls were already being licked or fucked, or had mouthfuls of hard cock. A couple of booths over one a black-haired girl, who was probably about twenty but had obviously gone to great pains to look about five years younger, was being pinned face-down over the table by two burly men in suits while a third pushed the neck of a champagne bottle into her asshole. "No, please!" she was weeping, "this is a mistake! I came in here by accident! Please, no, it huuuur..." She was cut off as one of the men pushed a fat cock into her mouth.

On the stage Imani's plight deepened. The dildos were almost a blur, thin trails of smoke were rising from the electrodes and her asshole was looking distinctly swollen. And this after only a few minutes, when the club would be open for hours yet!

Aless slid into my lap, her back to me. "Daddy, I need you to do something," she said quietly.

"Anything, darling, you know that," I replied.

"Daddy, I want you to fuck me in the ass."

"What? Why? Why now?" I wondered aloud.

"Because in a minute I'm going to take my collar off and go out to dance for some of these men, and they'll probably want to shove their big cocks in my tight little ass. That's OK, but if I'm going to be broken in I want you to do it, Daddy. I want you to be the first one to fuck my nasty asshole."

I nodded, and began to undo my trousers. Julia meanwhile slipped down to the floor and began to slather saliva over her daughter's puckered sphincter with her tongue. "Mmmm, that feels nice, Mummy," cooed Aless. My cock was already jutting upwards, harder than marble, so Julia quickly spat on the head and guided it gently into her only child's ass. "Ooohhhhhhh!" hissed Aless. "It huuuurts! But... Ow... It feels good too. Ooohhhh!" Julia now applied her tongue to Aless's pussy, licking furiously as Aless gingerly, but with rising enthusiasm, rode my cock. "Mmmm, don't stop Daddy. It feels good with Daddy's big, hard cock in my ass!" Aless almost shouted. With my thick shaft in her anal canal and Julia's tongue on her clit it was only a matter of minutes before Aless reached a powerful orgasm.

"Thank you Daddy," she sighed, slipping off my still-hard cock. "See you in a while!" She undid her collar and plunged into the crowd.

"Aless, wait!" I called, but she was gone.

"Don't worry," Julia said as she stood and undid her own collar. "I'll keep an eye on her. We'll probably make more money with the whole mother/daughter angle anyway." She kissed me on the lips, and then she was gone.

I sat back to watch Imani's ordeal for a little while longer when a figure blocked my view. I looked up to discover it was two figures - and identical ones at that. "Hello Sir," said the closest, "now that your friends have gone, can we dance for you? I'm sure you'd like a sexy lesbian show," she giggled, "especially one performed by 19-year-old twins!"

I tried to say, yes, that would be most enjoyable, but all that came out was "mmmehhhhhhh..."

The two girls standing before me were mirror images of each other. Their hair - a deep henna red shaped into large fluffed-up bobs - and makeup were indistinguishable from each other, as were the short black silk chemises they wore. Jewellery, spike-heeled sandals - all impossible to tell apart. The one on my left ran a scarlet fingernail over her equally red bottom lip. Her blue eyes sparkled. "I'm Carly," she breathed, "this is Fliss. We'd really love to put on a show for you."

I nodded dumbly. "Go... go right ahead," I managed to splutter.

They smiled matching smiles and coiled into each other's arms, softly kissing with open mouths. Their wet tongues entwined and their hands began to slide over the soft silk, seeking out buttocks, nipples, the skin of their backs and necks. Slowly the one on the right (Fliss, I think) sank to her knees, and slipped her hands beneath Carly's chemise. She stood, lifting it over her twin's lithe, athletic form, revealing a smooth-shaven pussy and petite B-cup breasts like upturned saucers, topped with small bee-sting nipples. Carly shrugged the garment away sensually and swayed for a moment in just her heels. Then she crouched down and mimicked the dress removal on Fliss, running her hands slowly over her sister's skin in time with the throbbing beat issuing from the speakers.

When both twins were naked they turned to face away from me, and for the first time I had a way to distinguish between them. Both had elaborate tattoos on their backs; one (I'd completely lost track of who) had a globe of black flames starting at the top of her buttocks, with a thin trail of fire tracing the length of her spine to the nape of her neck. The other had an elaborate network of thorny black vines that swept from her left hip, across the skin of her back to the right shoulder.

The girl with the vines bent forward, bracing herself with a hand on each knee. Her twin turned and slowly licked two of her fingers, then slid them between her sister's pussy lips. She began to finger her spitting image, at first in time with the music and then gradually increasing in speed. The pumping fingers were soon glistening with fluid from the stooped girl's pussy. As her twin's orifice became slicker with moisture she slipped in a third finger, then a fourth. "Wait..." gasped the crouched twin, but her sister didn't listen. As I watched she looked longingly at me and added her thumb. As the bent-over girl complained and moaned she pushed her hand in beyond the knuckles. The stooping twin's legs were shaking with arousal and adrenaline as her sister rapidly fisted her cunt. I was stroking my cock, trying to hold back but finding myself seriously over-stimulated by this shameless display.

The bending girl was just managing to stay on her feet, but her knees had buckled and she was trying to support herself on unsteady arms. Her twin never let up the assault for a second, placing a hand on her back across the tattooed vines, and angling her fisting arm as if she was throwing a punch. The girl on the floor was all but weeping, "no... stop... it's too hard... Aaahhh!" she came screaming, moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

She collapsed to her knees gasping, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Fuck you, Carly! Are you trying to kill me!?" she panted.

Carly (the twin with the flames, it seemed) casually sucked Fliss's juices from her fingers. "Serves you right," she said haughtily. "The bruises you gave me with that riding crop the other day have only just gone down. We're even now, right?"

"Fine" hissed Fliss between clenched teeth. She stood, shakily, and sat next to me. "Did you enjoy that?" she whispered to me. Unable to speak, I indicated my rigid cock. She smiled, "that's all right then. What's your name?"

"Dan," I managed.

"Carly, why don't you let Dan sample your hot little pussy? I know how horny fist-fucking me must have got you."

"Mmmm, good idea," Carly said, dropping to her knees and preparing to take me in her mouth.

"Oh, I doubt that's necessary," said Fliss sweetly. "You must be very wet already. If it's too slippery you won't feel anything." Carly looked a little unsure, but agreed.

We switched positions, Carly lying back on the couch and holding her shapely legs apart behind the knee, her heels pointing to the ceiling. I knelt on the floor, my hard dick jutting upwards towards the entrance of her pussy. Fliss moved behind me and pressed her taut body against mine. She reached around to grasp my cock. "I'll guide you in," she breathed into my ear. "She'll be just DRIPPING wet, so why not see if you can get your cock right in with one thrust? She loves that."

I grasped Carly around the waist, gathered my strength and thrust forward. But Fliss had a spiteful plan; at the last second she angled my cock downwards so that it rammed into Carly's dry asshole. Carly screamed as if she'd been shot, as my momentum forced the hard muscle through the tightness of her puckered anus. I tried to pull out but Fliss was pressing her whole body against my back with all her strength. She grabbed Carly's ankles and began to slam herself against me, forcing me deeper into her twin's tight rectum. Carly was screaming; "help! Security! Please, somebody help me! Aaauuuugghh, God, it hurts!" but this just spurred Fliss on. Her malicious laughter filled my head as she forced me to rape her twin's asshole. Despite Carly's cries the security guards watched impassively as the teenager was forcefully buggered.

In spite of my unwitting participation I was of course loving every moment of raping Carly's ass, though I found her screaming somewhat distracting. With one powerful hand I grasped her throat, squeezing just enough to make her breathe in short gasps and, more importantly, shut her up. Fliss and I began to time our thrusts so that we slammed into Carly together, forcing my cock ever deeper into her tortured anus.

I was feeling more sadistic than ever; I think I was angry that a bunch of strangers were right now probably fucking my surrogate daughter within an inch of her life. Whatever the reason I used my free hand to start delivering violent slaps to Carly's small tits, making sure to get several stinging, hard contacts with her erect nipples. I was squeezing her throat strongly enough to completely cut off the air for a few seconds at a time, then relaxing my grip lightly so she could gasp in much-needed oxygen. 

Fliss was clearly loving the abuse we were dishing out, and reached around me to pinch and twist Carly's clit. This was all it took to send the abused twin into a frenzy, her ass clenching my cock as she climaxed. I let go of her neck and she coughed, gasping, "you... fucking... BITCH!" at her sister. Fliss was still laughing, and I decided she was far too pleased with herself. I grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her into a kneeling position. Realising what was going on, Carly grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back as I shoved my cock roughly into Fliss's mouth. I pushed forward until my balls rested against the lovely twin's chin, and held her head still while she spluttered and gagged for air. After about 30 seconds she was struggling wildly, and I noticed even Carly was looking concerned. I pulled out of her mouth and jerked my saliva-coated cock rapidly, and a few scant seconds later I erupted over Fliss's face. Carly dropped to the floor and pressed her head close to Fliss's so that a few spurts splattered her lips and tongue too. I released Fliss' hair and they collapsed against the couch, faces dripping come.

Carly gingerly touched her asshole. "You total cow, Fliss. That really hurt!" She was pouting but I could see a smile trying to break through,

"Yes, well, you deserved it," replied Fliss, making no attempt to hide her own smile. "And what was all that screaming about? "Police, Jesus, help me, a nasty man is violating my virgin flesh!"" she mimicked, and even Carly laughed.

"You're one to talk! I just felt like a little bit of choking, that's all, and I thought my screaming might persuade Dan here to help out." She winked at me.

I shook my head, smiling. "You two should really meet my daughter, I think you'd get on famously."

The twins stood somewhat gingerly, and kissed me on either cheek. "Thanks for a lovely time, Dan," said Fliss. I reached into my discarded trousers and pulled out a handful of notes, mostly 50s I think, and handed them to the girls. They thanked me delightedly then wandered away, giggling and chattering like schoolgirls.

I turned my attention back to the stage, where the security guys were now preventing any further donations to Imani's mechanical violation. It seemed there was still plenty of credit left though; the dildos in her mouth and cunt were almost a blur, she juddered with electric shocks and her nipples were almost squeezed flat under the pressure of the clamps. Saliva poured from the ring gag and a similar torrent of fluid flowed from her pussy. Every so often one of the guards would adjust a valve on the butt plug allowing it to deflate, but only a little each time, and as soon as he finished it would begin to expand again.

I decided to find Julia and Aless. Gathering their collars I began wandering around the club, noting all of the depraved sex acts that were going on around me. I spotted the twins sitting either side of a silver-haired man who resembled them so much he could only have been their father. Each twin now wore a collar and leash, and blew me kisses as I passed. The man acknowledged me with a curt nod and I responded in kind.

I eventually found Julia and Aless on the upper level. Aless appeared to have bitten off more than she could chew, so to speak. She was on all fours, with one guy underneath her fucking her pussy and another pressed against her back with his cock buried in her ass. A third was positioned behind the guy on top, apparently also levering his tool into her pussy. I watched for a minute or two as Aless whimpered and cried softly. Then the guy kneeling behind her yelled, "that's two in her cunt, now let's try for two in her ass!" He pulled out of one hole and began to force his dick into its smaller neighbour. Tears were streaming down Aless's face as she caught sight of me.

"Daddy... please... help!" she wailed. I knelt down in front of her head and pointed my hardening cock towards her mouth.

"I think you need to finish what you started, love," I replied firmly, though not unkindly. "That way, in future you might be a bit less impulsive." She nodded resignedly, and stuck out her tongue to accept my cock. As I and the three strangers punished her every hole, I saw Julia. She was lying on her back on top of a low table nearby, tied to it with silk ropes. Her arms were bound underneath the tabletop and the ropes wrapped her naked body, twisting tight around her breasts making them bulge obscenely. They were an angry purplish-red from the constricted blood supply and from the attentions of a tall black man who was beating them with a leather paddle. Julia's head hung backwards over the edge of the table, and the guy was shoving a dick of almost elephantine proportions roughly down her throat. A couple of others were hovering behind him, apparently waiting their turn, and from the volume of spittle and cum that had already coated her face and run into her hair I was guessing that the black guy had also had to wait behind at least three other men. A slightly plump Hawaiian-looking girl in a collar was holding a Becks bottle by the neck, jabbing the wide end into Julia's cunt. I guessed Julia must have tried to help Aless and was now being punished accordingly.




Digital Spy Ch. 06



I could feel my balls tightening again and motioned one of the guys to pass me an empty champagne flute that was discarded nearby. I pulled my cock from Aless's delicious mouth and shot a considerable load into the glass. Silently I handed it to the first of the two guys with his cock in Aless's ass, and he understood. Pulling out he also stroked his ejaculation into the glass, and passed it to the second anal invader. He shot the largest load yet, and then two of us lifted Aless's tired frame off the guy in her pussy, who fired more gobs of white goo into the glass. One of the men waiting to fuck Julia's mouth apparently thought better of it and became the fifth to empty his balls into the flute. It was now full almost to the brim with thick come.

I handed it to Aless who took it in one trembling hand. "OK love, if you can drink that down without stopping for breath I'll put the collar back on. OK?"

She looked at me pleadingly, but I decided she needed to learn a lesson. When she realised I wasn't going to give way she screwed up her face and bravely gulped down the warm, salty semen. A little escaped down the side of her mouth and she frantically scooped it back in with her fingers. Soon only a dribble remained coating the inside of the glass but she licked at it frantically, perhaps afraid I wouldn't consider it empty enough to give her the collar back. I relented, gently placing it around her neck as the rest of the guys applauded. She looked surprised as they bent down to kiss her hair, pressed hundreds of pounds into her hands and told her she'd been wonderful. I helped her stand and gather her clothes, and we looked over to where Julia had been abandoned. The black guy had blasted her face with his come and it dripped into her eyes. The second guy had apparently got bored with waiting and had unloaded over her tortured breasts. Of the Hawaiian girl there was no sign.

We tenderly untied Julia and helped her stand. She rubbed her sore tits carefully and gritted her teeth. "I'm sorry, Mum," said Aless softly, "I didn't mean to get you in trouble like that."

Julia smiled a tired smile. "That's OK darling, I can't say it wasn't fun. I was more worried about you than anything else. Are you OK?"

Aless bit one trembling lip, but nodded. "Daddy taught me not to rush into things without thinking them through," she said, "and I need a lot more practice being fucked up the bum before I try taking on two guys again..." her composure broke, and she started crying a little. Julia hugged her, wincing slightly as Aless pressed against her breasts.

"There there love, you did brilliantly. I'm very proud of you." Julia looked at me as I fastened the collar around her neck. "Maybe it's time to call it a night."

I was about to nod when a cheer went up from the stage. The machines had finally stopped and Imani was being lifted gently onto a large, softly-padded sedan chair. Several security men carried her semi-conscious form offstage to rapturous applause. Next the Indian coat check girl was half-carried, half-dragged onstage as five grinning security guards began to strip, revealing cocks that would shame a racehorse. "Hmm," said Julia, "maybe we could stay a little longer..."

*****

An hour later, not long after a come-soaked Anjali had been helped from the stage, I was sitting contentedly on a couch in the lower part of the club. Aless was snoozing quietly next to me, covered by a blanket that one of the guards had brought for her. Julia had wandered off muttering something about settling a score with "that Hawaiian bitch." I saw the silver-haired man walking briskly over to me, pulling the twins behind him on their leashes.

"Edgecombe's the name," he said curtly. "Just realised where I recognised you from. That website, isn't it? The one old Carstairs introduced me to."

"That's right," I smiled. "Dan. Dan Wright."

"Hmf. Yes, well. Good job on these two. They need a bit of rough treatment, toughen them up. I won't always be here with the whips and cuffs." He glared at the girls, who giggled. I guessed his bark was probably worse than his bite.

"Might see you again," he snapped, then turned to the twins. "Carlotta, Felicity, come along!" He almost yanked them after him by their collars. They waved coquettishly to me as they disappeared through the double doors.

"Who was that?" asked Julia, sitting down beside me and stretching.

"A very bad man who comes in here to whore out his teenage twin daughters," I replied.

"Oh? Cool. Anyway that Hawaiian slut will be walking funny for a week and I need a bath. Let's go home, shall we?"

I lifted Aless, still wrapped in the blanket, gently into my arms and we headed for the exit. She stirred slightly and still half-asleep murmured, "Daddy, when are we coming here again?"

To be continued...



Digital Spy Ch. 07



Some of the feedback I got for the previous instalment expressed unhappiness with what happened in chapter 6, particularly the sadistic edge to it. If you didn't like that chapter then this one probably won't appeal to you either.

The idea for the clothes hanger came from Goldeniangel's story The Tittty Torturer Ch. 03, and it was so good I had to borrow it!

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Not surprisingly we slept in on Saturday. But eventually our eagerness to see the new apartment roused us out of bed - even Aless, who I'd half expected to sleep all day. We walked to a nearby café and had breakfast, all of us producing the occasional wince as we unintentionally aggravated a strain from the previous night. After leisurely finishing our coffee and croissants we caught the tube at Kensington High Street.

It occurred to me that if I was going to carry on this family man caper - and I was absolutely determined that I was - I may need to rethink the transport situation. High-performance 2-seat sports cars are all very well for the horny bachelor or divorced MILF about town, but for a loving couple with a teenage daughter they left a certain something to be desired. Fortunately London's transport system could pick up the slack for now. We changed onto the Docklands Light Railway at Bank and watched London going about its business from the raised track. We hopped off at Limehouse and quickly found our way to the apartment.

Like many of the exclusive Docklands developments it was once abandoned warehouses and wharfs from the days when London was a busy port. In the 1980s developers moved in (secretly funded largely by the infamous Brinks Mat gold bullion robbery of 1983) and rebuilt the area as a business and yuppie paradise. The so-called 'Black Monday' crash of 1987, when the US stock market lost $500 billion in one day and world markets plummeted in response, hit the area hard, but more prosperous times had returned. Even an IRA bomb at the nearby business centre of Canary Wharf, exploded in 1996 and causing around £85 million worth of damage, had not reduced the area's exclusiveness.

The apartment building was located at Victory Place, and was better than I could possibly have guessed. It consisted of a 6th-floor penthouse atop the tallest building on the edge of Limehouse Marina, with balconies on three sides. The southern aspect looked out over the marina to the Thames beyond, while the one on the east face gave extraordinary views of Canary Wharf's gleaming, pyramid-topped glass spire.

Inside, the lounge had its own bar and high arched windows, with steps leading up to a galleried dining area. A spiral staircase led to a private, railed roof garden, which allowed us to see west across London's famous skyline. Along the back of the building were three spacious bedrooms, the master with a plush en-suite bathroom. The kitchen was smaller than Julia's but well appointed. The building had 24-hour security, a private gym and we'd been allocated secure underground parking for 4 cars. We all absolutely loved it.

Julia and Aless hailed a cab into town for their car-shopping trip, while I went back to Julia's and arranged for some of my personal stuff to be shipped from storage in Birmingham. Then I spent quite a bit of time going through the hours of footage from last night. Imani and Anjali's ordeals were uploaded to the site in full, as were my encounter with the twins and Aless and Julia's 'education.' I watched a selection of other clips from around the club, resisting the urge to spend the day jerking off in front of the depravities on the screen. One particular favourite was a film of Carly and Fliss kneeling handcuffed back to back, whilst Edgecombe angrily cajoled passing guys to wank over their faces. By the time they cleaned up and left I counted around 40 loads of sperm deposited over the beautiful pair, and they looked uncannily like donuts that had been glazed with icing.

Even though we'd left at around three am the club had kept going until well after dawn. Shortly after we'd gone home a new dancer had appeared, a bottle-blonde who redefined the term 'pneumatic.' She had breasts that must have caused a world silicone shortage, and her lips, nose, cheekbones and eyes were all shrines to the plastic surgeon's art. With a few tattoos and piercing she could have passed for a San Fernando Valley porn slut.

She strutted onstage clad in a harness that was nothing more than a series of leather straps and buckles criss-crossing her breasts and pussy. She wore leather stiletto heels with long tongues running up the back of her spray-tanned calves, and a series of straps reached around from each of these tongues to buckle up the front of her shins.

The speaker voice blared; "here she is, gentlemen. The main event!" A loud cheer obscured any further announcement, including the girl's name. Two security guards were busily cuffing her wrists to the top of the poles onstage, and then they repeated the process at the bottom for her ankles. Stretched tightly between the poles she was trapped in a lewd X-shape. The men in the club had soon formed two queues, one directly in front of her and one behind. At the bidding of the guards the first man in each queue began fucking her, the one behind her up the ass and the other in her cunt. A large, clear plastic bucket was placed between her feet, and when the guys were ready to come they shot their wads into it.

Each time a guy came the one behind him immediately took over, so there was a train of hard cocks being propelled into the slutty Barbie clone. When the bottom of the bucket contained about an inch of semen a guard swapped it for an empty one. The girl's hair was yanked back and tied to a strap on the back of her harness, and a gag was shoved roughly into her mouth. The end in her mouth was shaped like a fat, stubby cock with a wide channel running through it, the other side consisted of a clear plastic funnel. It was fastened around her head with straps that crossed her cheeks and another that passed between her eyes and over the top of her head, a large padlock clasping them tightly together at the back. Another guard upended the come bucket into the funnel, filling it almost to the brim with slimy white jism. I could see the girl's throat working frantically as she struggled to swallow the slippery mess. Every so often one of the men fucking her would squeeze her nose closed, briefly cutting off her air supply and drawing tears from her eyes.

This carried on literally for hours, and the cameras captured it all. I counted around fifty men in each line, with some returning several times to sample both holes. With the repeat performers the silicone whore must have swallowed around 150 loads of semen, a steady flow of buckets being emptied into the funnel.

I heard the front door as the girls returned, and paused the playback. Aless was almost jumping up and down with excitement, frantic to show me her new wheels. She'd chosen a supercharged Mini Cooper S in British Racing Green (the right choice, I thought with a little pride) with a white roof and chromed wheels. It was the perfect trendy runabout for Aless and her friends, and though it was considerably smaller than either my or Julia's cars we both noted with amusement that it had twice the number of seats!

We went inside, Aless dashing to the phone to call some of her friends and arrange to pick them up later. I meanwhile led Julia into the study and re-opened the video file. "Check this out," I said. "She's not really my type but she's got a ton of stamina... what's the matter? Darling, are you OK?"

Julia had gone pale. "I don't believe it," she murmured. "Do you know who that is?" I shook my head. "It's Chardonnay, Giles' little slut of a mistress!"

"Shit! Really? Do you think he knows?"

Julia's smile was evil enough to kill a charging buffalo. "I know one way to find out!"

*****

That evening we left Aless with money for pizzas and she drove off in her new Mini to collect some friends. They were planning a sleepover in Aless's room, and she'd promised me she'd get them stripping off to try on each other's clothes before the night was out. Julia warned her to leave the phone forwarded to the answering machine because she was worried Giles might be calling.

Julia drove in her Z4, weaving confidently through the traffic to Covent Garden. This was something of a detour, but she was on a mission. We pulled up outside the small, gated apartment block and Julia quickly sneaked up to the second storey walkway. Looking around quickly she pushed an unmarked brown envelope through Giles' mailbox, and then ran back to the car, trying to suppress the laughter that was bubbling out of her. She sped away as if we'd just held up a bank. "Let's see how the bastard likes THAT!" she sniggered.

We pulled up outside Julia's friends' house shortly afterwards. It was a modern town house in the suburb of Richmond, and as we pulled into the drive behind a blue Mazda RX8 Julia said, "Good, the others are already here."

I looked at Julia, sitting across from me in the car, and was once again struck by her arresting beauty. She wore a long evening gown of burgundy velvet that hugged her curves deliciously. Over this she had a matching wrap to protect her from the cool September air, and on her feet she wore a pair of black ankle-strap high-heeled sandals, made of translucent mesh accented with a lace design. Her toes, painted dark red to match her nails and lip gloss, peeked out under silk stockings from the ends of her shoes. She was wearing gold jewellery and her lustrous auburn hair fell around her shoulders in a cascade of curls. Perched on her nose was a small pair of frameless oval glasses. My breath was well and truly taken away.

She made to get out of the car, but I placed a hand on her arm. "Just a second," I said. "Before we go in I wanted to give you this." I pulled a black velour jewellery case from the pocket of my suit jacket. I opened it solemnly and presented it to her. She gave a little gasp. In the case were a matching pendant and earrings. Each consisted of a plain 18-carat white gold setting containing a diamond, weighing a carat each. The pendant was suspended on a short thin chain, while the earrings were attached to even finer chains that passed through the ear and dangled down the neck, leaving the diamond lying snuggled on the lobe.

"Oh... Dan! My God! They're beautiful!"

"You're beautiful," I answered. Yes, it was an awful cliché but it was also true. Julia almost tore off her gold trinkets and gently tugged the earrings through her lobes. She swept aside her glorious auburn tresses and I fastened the pendant around her throat, seizing the opportunity to kiss the soft skin of her neck and run my hands across her shoulders. She moaned softly.

"Why do I think you're trying to distract me from dinner?" she said breathlessly. With some difficulty I tore myself away from the feel and scent of her hair and skin, opening my door and stepping into the chill air. I opened Julia's door and extended my hand to help her out. She stood and we headed for the front door - or so I thought. Julia veered off, walking temptingly around the front of the Mazda parked ahead of us. She looked me in the eye and slowly leaned forward, resting her hands on the bonnet as the velvet wrap fell around her shoulders.

I knew precisely what she wanted, and moved behind her. Slowly I inched her dress up her thighs, lifting it over the tops of her seamed stockings to reveal dark purple garters trimmed with black lace. Unzipping myself, I pulled my cock free and entered her pussy. She ground her hips back against me and hissed, her teeth clenched tightly. Slowly we rocked together, breathing hard but otherwise making no noise.

After a few minutes of this Julia motioned me to stop. "I don't want to come yet," she moaned. "Let's go inside and have some fun first." She tugged down hr skirt and led me to the door.

It was answered by an attractive middle-aged woman in dark pencil skirt and slightly translucent pink top, a plain white bra just about visible underneath. She had dark blonde hair cropped medium-short, with a long fringe hanging down either side of her face to about lip level. Her face was angular, with a sharply pointed nose, bow-shaped mouth, brown eyes and eyebrows that seemed to be perpetually in a mischievous arch. "Julia darling, lovely to see you!" They hugged and showered cheek kisses on each other.

"Hi Ruth," Julia replied. "This is Dan." Ruth gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I thought you'd be here earlier, I was sure I heard a car turning into the drive," said Ruth, puzzled.

"Oh, we did," replied Julia. "I just wanted Dan to fuck me over the bonnet of Katie's car, that's all." She left the open-mouthed Ruth holding the door open and swept past her into the house.

*****

Julia introduced me to the rest of her friends; Ruth's husband Toby, alder than me and largely bald but otherwise in good shape; Katie, the owner of the RX8 we'd just been screwing on top of; and Katie's boyfriend Eugene, a tall, muscular black guy in his mid-20s. We guys were dressed smart-casual, but the three of us were only interested in the girls. Katie was a vision in black; short leather skirt, tight low-cut sleeveless blouse, pointy-toed patent leather pumps, fishnet tights (or hopefully stockings), oblong glasses with thick black frames, and jet-black short hair in a wedge cut. Her face was oval, and she had pixie-like features; a lightly freckled button nose, Betty Boop kiss of a mouth and wide green eyes.

The women cooed over Julia's pendant and earrings, and I chatted with Eugene while Toby grabbed me a Peroni. Eugene seemed nice enough, though he didn't have too much upstairs; his face was completely guileless and he spoke enthusiastically about the mental challenges presented by his job as a personal trainer. I got the feeling that Katie wasn't keeping him around for his riveting conversation.

We sat down to eat, and all of us complemented Ruth on her superb cooking. I noticed Katie eyeing me curiously, while Ruth looked me over with what seemed to be slight apprehension; I guess she thought I was leading Julia astray. As for the guys, they couldn't take their eyes off my date. I was sure she had noticed and was no doubt enjoying the attention.

We laughed and joked through dinner, and I think even Ruth was warming up to me. She, Katie and Julia had all known each other since their schooldays and were firm friends. Ruth seemed to be the most straight-laced of the three, having been happily married to Toby for 15 years. They had two young kids (who had been packed off to the grandparents for the evening) and seemed to live a life of domestic harmony.

Katie was a different story. Reading between the lines I got the idea that she went through men like most people go through cars; trading them in every few years when a better model came along. She had apparently worked her way through a succession of toy boys, of which Eugene was only the latest. She didn't seem concerned that his idea of spiritual fulfilment was a deluxe set of barbells, so I guessed he had other 'skills.' I had to suppress a chuckle when Ruth described Katie as 'the wild one' of the trio. If only she knew...

The wine flowed freely through dinner so by the time we retired to the lounge we were all pleasantly tipsy. Julia snuggled down next to me on the couch, with Katie sitting unusually close on my other side. Toby sat in an armchair that I guessed was probably his favourite, and Ruth sat next to Eugene on the room's smaller couch. Ruth looked a little uncomfortable about being so close to the burly black man, but was doing her best to cover it by making small talk. Eugene looked as if he was too dumb to notice.

"So Dan," asked Katie. "You're a fellow car nut: what do you think of my RX8?"

"I like it," I answered. "I never understood why Mazda didn't release the old RX7 over here. I used to have an import model..." We talked about the smooth power delivery of our respective Mazdas' Wankel Rotary engines (Eugene sniggering loudly at the name) until we sensed everyone else was bored, which didn't take very long. I told Katie she could take a spin in my Murcielago some time, and she excitedly accepted.

"Sorry everyone," said Katie, "I don't mean to go on about cars."

"That's OK," replied Julia. "I like it too. I got a good look at it when Dan was fucking me over the bonnet."

Toby choked on his drink, Ruth's hand shot up to cover her mouth in horror, Katie burst out laughing and Eugene looked puzzled for a moment, then his face split into a huge Cheshire cat grin. "Wow, Julia," chuckled Katie. "Dan must be leading you astray. Maybe I should get Eugene to do me on the hood of your BMW, it seems only fair!"

"Mmmmmm," cooed Julia. "Only if we can all watch."

"Julia!" snapped Ruth. "Look, nobody can make you do things like that. You can get help, you know."

Julia looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" She asked.

Ruth blushed. "Before, in the kitchen. I accidentally looked down your dress a bit, and I saw some... bruises." It was true that there had been some light bruising on Julia's boobs from their paddling at the club. "If somebody's hurting you" - she shot me a dirty look - "you can get protection. You shouldn't be afraid to speak out... What? What is it?"

Julia had curled up on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder, as she howled with laughter. She couldn't speak for a few moments, tears rolling down her cheeks. "S-sorry," she said when she got herself under control. "I don't mean to laugh at you, Ruth. I'm very touched that you're worried about me. But really; nobody's hurting me, especially not Dan." She grinned the wicked grin I loved so much. "Unless I ask him nicely."

Ruth looked bewildered and more than a little hurt. "I don't understand; how did you get the bruises then?"

Julia blushed a little. "Let's just say it was in the course of a great night out."

"Ohhhh no you don't!" jumped in Katie. "You can't tantalise us like that and then not explain! Come on - what have you two been up to, apart from fucking in public on other people's cars?"

Julia gulped the contents of her wine glass, took a deep breath, and gave a quick rundown of the previous evening's events. She left out a lot of the details - the stage show, Aless's presence, the nature of the club and so on - but by the end of it everyone's mouths were hanging open in shock, even Eugene's. "So... who was the guy who, you know, hit you?" asked Ruth.

Julia shrugged. "No idea. He looked a bit like Eugene though!" The black guy grinned again.

Ruth looked at me, both disgusted and fascinated. "And what where you doing while this was going on?" she asked me.

"Well, now, let me see," I began, pretending I couldn't quite remember. "Oh, that's right. I was fucking one of a very sexy pair of 19-year-old twins up the ass, and then I came in her sister's mouth. After that I watched Julia being paddled while me and three other guys fucked another gorgeous teenager in every orifice at once." I nudged Julia, saying, "tell them about the girl with the bottle!"

"Oooh yes!" yelled Katie. "Tell us about the girl with the bottle!"

Julia explained what had happened with the Hawaiian girl shoving the fat end of a beer bottle into her cunt while her tits were abused. "I got my own back though," she laughed. "She probably thought better of it once I'd shoved my fist up her ass!"

Ruth shook her head. "Honestly, I don't know how anybody could do something like that - have sex with somebody who isn't your partner. Not to mention all of that kinky stuff! It's just not something respectable people do."

"Really?" said Julia. "You mean to tell me that when you look at Eugene, you aren't even a bit curious as to what his big, black cock would feel like sliding into your pussy? And what about you, Toby? You're very quiet, but you've been staring at my body since I arrived. You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Even in front of all these people?"




Digital Spy Ch. 07



Toby looked shocked that his name had been mentioned. He looked around rapidly, as if for a hiding place. When it was obvious that no refuge was to be found, he looked at Ruth sitting across from him on the couch. "Yes," he whispered.

"Toby!" cried Ruth.

"Oh, shush Ruth!" snapped Julia. "We're all friends here. It's not like we haven't shared guys before."

"Julia! No! You mustn't..." Ruth was on the verge of tears.

"Katie, do you remember when our student digs were broken into? Those two hunky coppers? They came 'round after their shift finished and took turns fucking all three of us?"

"Oh God yes!" Katie exclaimed. "Wasn't that the night Ruth ate your pussy?"

"Katie! Please!" shrieked Ruth. She looked like she wanted to die.

"Oooh, that's right!" laughed Julia. "She was really good too, I came about three times."

"She went down on you?" asked Toby. "Was she drunk?" He sounded angry, but also interested.

"Not drunk: high!" laughed Katie. "The police guys brought some weed they'd confiscated, and we got so fucking stoned we couldn't see straight."

"Ruth did DRUGS?" Toby said, amazed.

"You'd be amazed what Ruth did," smiled Julia. The woman in question had her hands over her face and was rocking back and forth slowly in shock.

"Yeah, one term her grant money ran out early and do you know what she did to earn extra cash?" continued Katie. Toby shook his head. "She used to strip in pubs around town! And not just strip, either."

"You mean..?" Toby looked like he'd been hit by a truck.

Ruth sighed, apparently resigned. "You might as well hear the worst of it. Guys used to ask me for 'extras' all the time. So if I thought they were good-looking enough I'd fuck them for money." She looked across to her husband. "I was a cheap whore, Toby. I'm sorry; I hoped you'd never find out."

"You did a bit of stripping too didn't you Julia?" asked Katie, "though I don't think you ever fucked anyone from the audience."

I turned to Julia. "You were a stripper? That explains an awful lot."

She blushed. "Yes, but it was a long time ago. I was young and gorgeous, and anyway it was only a couple of times."

"You're still gorgeous. In fact I think you should put something sexy on the stereo and strip for us right now. I'd love to see it and I know Toby and Eugene would too."

"Oooh, great idea!" exclaimed Katie.

Julia selected a compilation of sexy songs from Ruth's collection and fed it into the CD player. As the sound of Barry White filled the room, she walked to the centre and began to sway. Everyone, even Ruth, watched in expectant silence as my stunning lover ran her hands over the velvet of her dress. She cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and making them poke through the fabric. She lifted her hair onto the top of her head seductively, then bent her knees with her back to Toby. He reached out and, with a glance at Ruth, slowly pulled down the zip if her dress. She stood and moved back to the centre of the room, slipping the straps from her shoulders. She sexily pushed the dress down her body, spreading her hands over her ass as it slid over her hips.

Even Ruth gasped as she stepped out of the crumpled dress, and with good reason. Underneath Julia was wearing a strapless dark purple basque with black lace decoration. It had quarter cups, which presented her tits brazenly but left her throbbing nipples uncovered. She turned her back on Toby, then looking over her shoulder at him she slid her hands down the back of her seamed stockings until she was bent almost double, clutching her spread ankles. "Wouldn't you like to slip your cock in my wet pussy, Toby?" she purred. "Or how about my ass, it's so very tight. It would hurt, so I'd struggle - you might have to hold me down and force me to take it."

Toby was sweating, his breathing rapid. He looked across at me, and I nodded eagerly. He practically tore his clothes getting out of them. His cock sprang up like it was made of steel, and he was soon rubbing it up and down against Julia's moist pussy lips. She winked at Ruth, who was riveted by the scene before her. "Just like old times, Ruthie... aaaahhh!" she sighed as Toby slipped his cock into her.

The CD was still playing, and now Katie stood. Moving in time with the beat she began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Underneath her pert C-cup breasts were unhindered by a bra, and she squeezed them between her arms lewdly. She was paying lots of attention to Eugene, and now she sat on his knees and bent forward to touch the floor. "Undo my skirt, would you baby?" she asked. "Julia isn't allowed to have all the fun!"

He did as asked, and Katie's skirt soon fell to the floor. All she had on now were her fishnets, which were the hold-up type, heels, glasses and a plain thong - black, naturally. She pushed her ass towards Eugene and wiggled it as she slipped out of the latter. She turned to face him, revealing she was completely shaved with a tiny butterfly tattooed just below her bikini line. "Would you like any extras, sweetheart?" She asked him.

He grabbed her and wrestled her into his lap, she play-fighting him and trying to wriggle free. He grabbed a tit in one giant hand and sucked the nipple greedily. Katie started pulling off his clothes as he reached behind her and one thick finger found her anus. Katie's leg brushed Ruth's and the still-dressed woman flinched.

Toby was pounding Julia for all he was worth, his hands gripping her waist tightly while all the time he stared fiercely at Ruth. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this," he growled. "But you wouldn't have it, would you? Birthdays and anniversaries if I was lucky, in bed with the lights off and me on top. I might as well have been fucking a corpse! And one blowjob in all the years we've been married, and that was because you were drunk! God knows what you'd have said if I'd dared to suggest taking you up the arse or something!"

Katie gasped, from where she was now sliding up and down on Eugene's fat cock, "Ruth used to love it up the ass! I'm sure I've still got a Polaroid at home of her shagging a copper while his mate stuck a truncheon up there!"

"Oh, thanks a fucking lot Katie!" snapped Ruth, jumping up from the sofa where Katie and Eugene were grinding together, Katie on Eugene's lap. "That really helps. Make my husband even angrier why don't you, though I don't see why HE gets to be angry at ME when he's fucking my best friend like a whore and rubbing my nose in it!" Ruth stormed out of the room and we heard her feet stamping on the stairs.

Toby moved to pull out of Julia and follow, but I held up a hand. "As you were, mate. Enjoy yourself - you're in a privileged position, believe me. I'll take care of it."

I slipped out of the room and the sounds of enthusiastic sex followed me up the stairs. I found Ruth in her bedroom, staring out of the window into the night. "I'm sorry," I said. "I guess I shouldn't encourage Julia. She's been working through a lot of issues lately to do with her ex, and she can go a little crazy."

She looked around at me, and rather than anger in her eyes it was a deep sadness. "I was different then," she half-sobbed. "Nothing mattered, we were young and away from home. But what I did, what they're doing downstairs... it's not right! We have children, we're respectable people. We shouldn't want to do things like that!"

I stepped closer. "But you do want to, don't you Ruth?"

She closed her eyes, biting her lip. "Yes," she finally whispered. "But I can't!"

"What if you had no choice? Would that make it OK?"

Her eyes widened in horror. "You mean... rape? You think if you rape me I'll feel better?"

I shrugged. "No, not really. But I think you're desperate to be fucked - and I mean really, really good and fucked. I think watching your husband fuck your best friend the way you really want him to fuck you was driving you mad. And I also think that if you can't allow yourself to behave that way, maybe a little coercion might help. You can always say you were forced, tell yourself you didn't enjoy it. Although," I reached out and groped one breast through the thin material of her top, "we'd both know that was a lie, wouldn't we?"

She paused, then mutely nodded. "Good," I said. "Now I'm going to have a little look around for some things to help make this more fun. I want you to get undressed. I won't look and you can hide under the bedcovers if you like."

I started looking in drawers and wardrobes, wishing dearly that I'd brought some of Julia's toys. After a few moments I heard Ruth begin stripping off behind me. I was careful to keep my back to her until I heard her slip under the duvet. I turned to find she had the covers pulled up to her neck, both hands gripping it tightly beneath her chin.

I sauntered over with my hands clasped behind me. "Now Ruth," I said, "let's see if we can get in touch with your slutty side!" I grabbed one hand and she whimpered "no..." as I bound it to the far bedpost with a pair of tights. I quickly repeated the process on the other side, leaving her arms stretched uncomfortably. "OK, let's see what we have here," I said, and swept the duvet onto the floor. To my annoyance, Ruth had left her underwear - plain, white and very dull - on despite my instruction to undress. She could see I wasn't happy.

I reached for a small pair of scissors on Ruth's beauty table. With a couple of cuts I removed her bra, and then did the same to her panties (no great loss). She was naked, revealing fairly large breasts with unusually prominent, stubby nipples, almost like the dials of an old-fashioned radio. Her pussy was unshaven, brownish curls running unchecked between her legs. "Well, that's not going to work," I said, wandering into the bathroom and returning with Toby's razor and shaving foam.

I spread Ruth's legs and tied them to the bottom bedposts with more hosiery. She had remained silent throughout this ordeal, but when I began to trim her pussy with the scissors she spoke up. "Dan, please. I don't think this is a good idea."

"Well, that's tough shit really, Ruth. Next time Toby sees your cunt it's going to be tidy, so he can see every detail while he fucks it."

Having trimmed the worst I applied the shaving cream to Ruth's crotch, then carefully set about shaving her. She kept stock still, probably afraid of me cutting her skin if she struggled. Feeling a little frivolous I shaved the hair above her pussy into a small heart shape, carefully trying to make it look even. When I had difficulty getting to the hair between her pussy and asshole I untied her ankles, then pushed them upwards and tied them again next to her wrists. Her foam-covered cunt and puckered ass were now displayed crudely. "Dan, please!" She whined. "I don't like this!"

"Too bad. I think you DO like it, and you're angry at yourself because of that. Either way we've a long way to go yet." I finished shaving the delicate skin around her ass and wiped the excess foam away with the shreds of her panties. With her still tied and on display I began to remove my clothes. Once I was naked I had to decide exactly what to do to my captive.

"I suppose you're going to fuck me now. Or Are you going to take me up... you know..?" She couldn't even bring herself to say it.

I shook my head. "I wouldn't deprive Toby the pleasure of breaking in your asshole" - she visibly flinched as I said this - "in fact what I'd really like is to fuck those lovely tits."

I straddled Ruth's torso, cupping her mounds in my hands and squeezing her huge nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She gasped, even though the pressure was only very slight. Obviously her breasts were very sensitive, which would make what I had in mind even more fun. I bent forward and spat a large gob of saliva between her tits, and she moaned. "Ohhh, that's horrible!"

I slid my hard cock between her breasts and pushed them together, trapping myself in her wet cleavage. Slowly I began to move back and forth, savouring the sensations in the sensitive skin of my dick. I squeezed her nipples harder and she cried out, but I simply wasn't getting through to her. She was still fighting the sensations, and I knew I had to send her over the edge to a place she didn't want to go.

From beside the bed where I'd dropped it I pulled a clothes hangar. It was a plastic one with adjustable rubberised clamps, the type used for hanging trousers or a long skirt. The clamps could slide along the length of the hangar to fit any size of garment, and the flat leaf-springs in the clamps were strong. "Wh-what are you going to do with that?" she asked, fear filling her voice.

"Come on, Ruth. You're not stupid; I think you know."

"No! Dan, please no! I'm begging you; this was a bad idea, please, just let me go! You can go and have fun with the others and I'll just stay here, I won't bother anyone, noDanplease AAAAAHHHHHH!!!" She screamed as I snapped a clamp over her right nipple. It was squashed and bulging between the rubber jaws, and I quickly attached the second clamp to her other nipple. She screamed again, and continued to howl as I pushed the clamps towards the centre of the hangar, pressing her tits together around my cock. "Aaaahhh Dan no please it hurts take it off oh God Dan it hurts please Dan I'm sorry please..." tears welled up in her eyes and the words were gasped out in a constant stream of pain. But the sensations around my cock, now squeezed tighter than ever between her tits, were wonderful. I began to fuck her cleavage harder, making her nipples pull against the clamps and increasing her discomfort.

"Dan please oh God oh fuck it hurts so much Dan please I'll fuck you I'll fuck Toby Julia anybody please Dan it hurts take it off Dan please..!" she continued to wail. With one hand I gripped the hangar's hook, pulling it upwards and further increasing the sensations in Ruth's tortured breasts. I leaned back with my other hand and groped around for the entrance to her pussy. I got a shock when my probing fingers found their target; I'd hoped it would be damp, but it was soaking! Whatever Ruth said out loud, on some level she was getting off on this. I slipped two fingers into her juiced cunt and began to fuck her with them. By rocking backwards as I thrust my cock forward I was pulling on the hangar even harder.

"Oh Dan please stop please don't please Dan don't stop oh God Yes Dan don't stop please don't stop please fuck oh Dan fuck me oh God YES!!!" And there it was. I could feel Ruth's cunt spasm around my fingers as she hit a climax I guess she'd been waiting for for years. That sent me over the edge too, and my cock jetted stream after stream of cum onto her neck and chin, some splashing onto her lips, which she licked off hurriedly. When I was spent I carefully removed the hangar, and she squealed again as the blood returned to her abused nipples.

I untied her and she cradled her tits tenderly. I expected her to make a grab for the duvet to cover herself, but she didn't move. She was crying silently, tears streaming down her face. "How do you feel?" I asked quietly.

"Like a cheap, dirty whore," she replied softly.

I looked around the room. "How about that? The world didn't end. You shouldn't cry because you enjoyed something healthy and human."

"It's wonderful!" she sobbed. "I'd made myself forget how great it can feel to let go so completely! That's not why I'm crying. I've wasted so much time! Poor Toby, he's been married to a frigid bitch for years and tonight is the first time he's ever complained!"

I stroked her hair. "Well, you have the rest of your lives to show him what he's been missing. Why don't you clean yourself up and you can start right now?"

Ruth rifled through a few drawers and went sheepishly into the bathroom. When she emerged, washed clean of come and shaving foam and having fixed her hair and makeup, it was like seeing a different woman. She'd put her filmy top and skirt back on, but without a bra. Her hard, fat nipples poked through and were clearly visible. "Anything under that skirt?" I asked.

She shook her head vigorously, a new fire in her eyes. "Tomorrow I'm buying all new underwear. For now this will have to do. I want to go down there and strip for my husband, for all of you men - and women too! I want everyone in this house to fuck me like a slut. I want you and Toby and Eugene to fuck me..." she said it with total satisfaction, "in the ASS!" She kissed me on the lips hard, her tongue snaking into my mouth. "Come on," she said, dragging me with her. "I've got fifteen years of fucking to catch up on!"

"Yes, but you don't have to do all of it tonight!" I laughed.

*****

Maybe not, but Ruth was determined to try. We returned downstairs to find everyone had come and were just sitting around talking as naked as we'd left them. Toby looked concerned as we entered, but Ruth simply dropped to her knees in front of him. "I know I have a lot to make up for," she told him, "but I promise I'll do it. Starting now." With that she took his semi-erect cock in her mouth and began sucking him back to hardness. "Mmmmm," she said between mouthfuls. "I'd forgotten how good your pussy tastes, Julia. I want to lick it again!"

"Oooohhh," moaned Julia, sliding onto the floor. "Yes please! There's still plenty of your husband's come in there, why don't you try and eat it all out?"

Ruth first kissed her husband. "Toby, darling, why don't you stick this huge fat cock in my ARSE while I suck your come from Julia's cunt? Is that the sort of thing you'd like your wife to do?"

"Oh, oh yes!" gasped Toby. He looked like all his Christmases had come at once.

The rest of the evening, and long into the night, continued in much the same fashion. Ruth demanded sex with everyone in the room, and that's exactly what she got. We 3 guys memorably gave her what porn stars call an 'airtight;' a dick in her pussy, ass and mouth simultaneously. While we were recovering between bouts Ruth would turn her attentions to the girls, licking one's pussy while the other went down on her. When, at around 3am, Katie and Eugene made good their promise to fuck over the bonnet of our car they were quickly followed by Ruth and Toby, Ruth screaming to wake the neighbours.

Eventually we were all too exhausted to continue and left our hosts to relax. As they showed us out, Ruth hugged first Julia and then myself warmly. "Thanks," she told us. "We'll do this again soon, OK?"

"We wouldn't miss it," I told her. Toby shook my hand as if he was trying to rip it off.

"If there's ever anything, ANYTHING, I can do for you, please ask!" he exclaimed.

It was only in the car on the way home, we realised neither of us had remembered to record anything!

To be continued...



Digital Spy Ch. 08



Another fairly extreme chapter, with quite a sadistic edge to it. Goes without saying that this story is intended purely as fantasy, and I would never condone such behaviour in reality.

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On Sunday I got up late to the sounds of activity in the kitchen. Aless had risen before us, taken her friends home and was now whipping up breakfast.. "Good morning Daddy!" she beamed as I walked in dressed just in my boxers, and I kissed her forehead. "Did you have a nice time last night?"

"Very, thank you love. And you?"

She was wearing a long pink nightshirt with Pooh and Piglet on it, her nipples poking through the thin fabric and her long, coltish legs bare. "Mmmm, great. I got the girls tipsy and we started playing strip poker. None of us knew the rules though so we played strip snap instead!" That made me laugh. "I was winning so when the others ran out of clothes I made them do forfeits. My friend Becky ended up eating my pussy in front of the Ginny and Sam, and they got excited and started playing with themselves. They were all a bit embarrassed afterwards but I told them not to be so silly. I haven't looked at the film yet, I thought you might like to do that!"

I smiled. "That's very thoughtful of you."

"Did Mum like her necklace?"

"Very much. Thanks for helping me choose it."

"So did it work? Did you get any?"

"Indeed I did, over the bonnet of a car in fact," I laughed.

Aless's eyes lit up. "A car bonnet?" I could see the ideas flashing through her mind. 

"What are you two degenerates talking about?" yawned Julia as she sauntered into the room in her fluffy bathrobe.

"Daddy was telling me that he fucked you over your car bonnet," Aless replied.

"Oh, that's nice!" exclaimed Julia. "Is that all we talk about now? What happened to "Good morning Mum, how are you? Can I get you a cup of tea?" "Yes thank you, darling, that would be lovely." And anyway," she sniffed, "it wasn't even my car!"

Aless and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. After a second, Julia joined in.

*****

Aless decided to take a bath while back in the lounge, Julia checked the answering machine and discovered we had over 20 messages - all of them from Giles. They ranged from accusatory to belligerent to miserable to hysterical and all points in between. She took the phone off forward and within a few minutes it rang. She turned on the speakerphone and gave a cheerful hello.

"You bitch!" Giles half snarled, half sobbed from the other end. "I don't know how you did it, but I know it was you, or that boyfriend of yours!"

"Giles how are you?" Julia's tone could have charmed the birds down from the trees. "You sound tired, aren't you getting enough sleep?"

"How did you do it, did you drug her? Not that it matters, that bitch! She's out on her ear, mark my words! She told me she was visiting her mother, can you believe it??"

"Well Giles, it's a better excuse than 'working late,' wouldn't you say? That was your personal favourite as I recall." Julia said sweetly.

Now Giles became conciliatory. "Well, anyway, you were right about everything. You always were, of course. It's clear to me now that we've both made mistakes, but surely after this we can put them behind us?"

Julia stifled a laugh and beckoned me over. I quietly snuggled up next to her on the couch and slipped a hand under her bathrobe, squeezing first one soft breast and then the other. She suppressed a sigh and spoke again. "You want to pick up where we left off, is that it?"

"Well, obviously I have a lot to make up for, as do you. Both of us said things we didn't mean and overreacted about what happened. But I know we can work through it."

"Mmmmmm," moaned Julia as I gently rolled one nipple between thumb and forefinger. "And you don't think the others involved now will cause any problems?"

"No chance! I've seen the last of Chardonnay, and you could never have the sort of relationship we did with that Neanderthal idiot!"

"You know, you're absolutely right," cooed Julia.

"Good morning Giles!" I said conversationally.

"What? Julia, what's going on? He's listening to our private conversation?!" Giles sounded incensed.

"Dan and I have no secrets from each other, Giles. For example, if I want him to know that the way he's playing with my nipples right now is driving me crazy, I just say so. Unlike your and my relationship, when if I felt like calling you an arrogant, inattentive, empty-headed fuckwit with a dick small enough to embarrass a horsefly, I'd keep it to myself. But now I don't have to."

"Julia, please..."

"You should hang up now, Giles. But first let me clear up any doubt; there is no chance for us whatsoever, nor would there be even if you were the last man on Earth. As far as I'm concerned, if you were to die slowly and painfully of a degenerative disease I'd still think you got off easily for what you did to Aless and me. Dan's going to screw my brains out now, and I'm leaving the phone connected. If you want to hear how a real man fucks your ex-wife, keep listening. Otherwise hang up now you sad, miserable sack of shit."

With that Julia attacked me. She flung her robe onto the floor and all but tore my boxers off. She grabbed my throbbing erection at the root and guided it toward her moist lips. "I want your cock in my mouth now, baby!" she said out loud, and noisily took me inside. She began to suck, driving me wild by running her tongue along the sensitive skin around the edges of my helmet. "Unnh! Ahhh! That's it, suck my fat cock!" I panted, as much for Giles' benefit as anything. He was silent, but the line was still open so we could tell he was listening.

Julia was really going to town on my dick, making plenty of slurping and smacking sounds to torment Giles further. With a look of pure wickedness in her eyes she deep-throated me mercilessly, gagging loudly as the tip of my cock jabbed the back of her throat. "Aaaahhhh," she gasped, releasing me. "It's so good to finally be able to deep-throat a cock. Giles barely reached the tip of my tongue." This elicited a quiet sob from the other end of the phone, and something else - rapid, slightly strangled breathing and a very faint sound, almost like slapping.

"My God!" I whispered to Julia. "Is he wanking?"

"Probably," she responded coldly. "It's the only fun he's likely to get for a while." She straddled me on the sofa and guided my saliva-coated cock into the tightness of her pussy. She moaned loudly, "oh God yes! That's what a real cock feels like in my cunt! It's so BIG! Ohh, baby, fuck me with your giant cock!"

I thought she was going a little over the top but her main concern seemed to be to torture Giles, and I wasn't about to spare him. One thing was for sure; with Julia expertly squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles and those luscious tits bouncing in my face, I wasn't going to last much longer. I spat onto the two middle fingers of one hand and pushed them forcefully into Julia's asshole.

As I planned, she went crazy. "OOHHHHHH YES! Finger my ass you dirty bastard! Finger-fuck me while you split me in half with your cock! Ohh yes, YES! I'm coming Dan ohh I'm cominnn..!"

The pressure from her pussy seemed to double as she came, and I was lost; I shot stream after stream of thick semen deep into her. There was a gasp from the phone and then a click, and the line went dead. "Sounds like Giles finished too," gasped Julia. "Shame; I was having fun talking to him."

"Well, if he calls again you can torture him some more," I said as Julia slid off my lap. "I have to know; was her really that small, or were you just saying that to be cruel?"

"Darling, it was like throwing a sausage into the Grand Canyon."

When Aless came down from the bathroom we were curled up on the couch roaring with laughter. Her quizzical expression just made us laugh harder, so she tutted, turned on her heel and flounced out of the room.

*****

On Monday morning I outlined my plans to Maxine and Imani. Max broke into a wide grin, though Imani looked shocked (she hadn't actually seen me watching her at the club) but was still enthusiastic once she'd got used to the idea.

Basically I wanted my team to be the best in the Company, producing more and better work and thus getting greater honour and, best of all, rewards. But I realised that incentives would be required if the team, particularly the guys, were going to up their productivity to the sort of levels I demanded. The men were happy to coast, knowing that they would be comfortably employed whether for me or any other team leader. So I decided upon some reorganisation; one of the software nerds and Trevor the older guy in a group under Imani's supervision, the other nerd and rugby boy Chris under Max (who retained overall superiority).

The first duty of the week would be a team-building exercise, specifically each man receiving a deep-throat blowjob from his supervisor. They would then have until Friday lunchtime to impress said supervisor, who would make a recommendation to me about their performance. I would have the final decision as to what their reward would be; better than average work would result in another blowjob, with the girls being naked this time. Excellent performance would deliver the same followed by a fuck, while a truly outstanding job would repay the lucky employee with a chance to do all of the above and then take his team leader up the ass.

Max, clad in a pink and navy-striped rugby shirt that she wore as a short dress along with a natty pair of Nikes, gave me a sly look. "And what about you, O fearless leader?" she joked.

"My performance is always exemplary, isn't it?" I replied. "And seeing as I'm twice as smart as the others I'll be expecting twice the reward." I slapped Imani's ass, clad in a short pinstripe business skirt, and she shivered, breasts jiggling under their matching low-cut jacket.

We called the team together an the lab and I explained my new system. As expected the guys couldn't believe their luck. The nerds, Phil and Dominic, were your typical web geeks who didn't meet girls much, Trevor was married and by all accounts his wife was now over 50, frumpy and overweight, and Chris was the sort of guy who if it moved, he'd try and fuck it. Suddenly they were being offered almost unlimited access to two incredibly hot women who would normally be way out of their league.

Dominic, the skinnier of the two nerds, raised a trembling hand. "Yes?" I asked.

"What if, um, our team leader might not, be, ahh, 'available' every week, they might be... on holiday or something, or, er..."

I knew what he was getting at but it was amusing to watch him sweat. Eventually though I took pity on him. "You mean because of 'Women's Problems,' Dom?" He gave an embarrassed nod. "Actually girls, that's a good point. If for any reason one of you is unavailable I'll expect the other to pick up the slack." Neither woman seemed to mind.

"Very well then, let's get started!" I said enthusiastically.

"What, now?" asked Phil.

"No time like the present. Ladies, do your stuff. And seeing as it's the first time for everyone, I suggest you show these gentlemen what they're competing for. Strip," I ordered.

Max needed no more prompting. She grabbed the hem of her dress and simply hauled it over her head, displaying that lithe, toned and above all underwear-free figure to the team. "How about it, boys? Are you ready to work hard for me?" she asked, squeezing her nipples gently and cupping her cute tits together.

All of the guys, speechless at this exhibition, got up and moved towards her. "Hey!" yelled Imani. "Not so fast! Phil, Trevor, you're on my team! Get over here right now." The two men looked a little disappointed as they stood before Imani, but only until she removed her jacket. Her gigantic black tits were straining against a dark blue lace bra accented with small red embroidered flowers, gold nipple rings clearly visible through the fabric. She slipped off her skirt to reveal matching suspender belt and thong, the ring on her clit also completely obvious.

Max was already kneeling on her folded dress and had Dominic's cock in her mouth. I was shocked to see that the skinny, acne-faced geek was so well-endowed. He had a tool like the proverbial baby's arm holding an orange, and Max was struggling to get her mouth around it. In one hand she held Chris's cock, which despite being a decent-sized seven incher looked small compared to Dom's monster. I gave an involuntary shiver, looking forward to the day when he performed well enough to shove his battering ram up Max's tight asshole - after all, she'd been reluctant to even let me put a finger up there!

I strolled casually behind Max and conversationally asked Dominic if he'd ever had his cock sucked before. He shook his head. "Don't be afraid to help out a little," I said, "like this." I placed my hand firmly on the back of Max's head and forced her forward. She gagged and struggled as Dominic's huge ramrod was jammed down her throat, but I was remorseless. After a few seconds I let go and she slumped backwards, coughing as saliva splashed over her delectable breasts

"Don't forget to let her breathe occasionally," I added. Then I wandered over to Imani and the others as Dom again began shoving his tool down Max's throat.

The black woman had taken a different approach, bending double at the waist to take her charges' cocks in her mouth. She was actually managing to suck both simultaneously, her cheeks bulging obscenely. Trevor's dick was long but not particularly thick, while Phil was the opposite; his tool was fat and stubby. Imani's tits, free of the bra, were swinging and bumping together as she tried to force as much cock into her face as she could. She's removed her panties too and I simply couldn't help myself - the sight of her ass, stretching down to stocking-clad legs that ended in patent black high heels, was too much stimulation to ignore. I unzipped my hard dick and pushed it slowly into her waiting pussy. She moaned around the dicks crammed into her mouth as I began to ride her.

Across the office Dominic had given Max a respite from the relentless face-fuck he'd been subjecting her to, and she was using the opportunity to suck Chris's cock. She was deep-throating him almost frantically, seemingly looking for any excuse to keep away from Dom's giant shaft. Max's frenzied sucking proved to be an unwise tactic, because it didn't take long before the burly young guy cried out and unloaded a generous helping of come into her mouth. She coughed as it hit the back of her throat, but to her credit she swallowed all of Chris's sperm.

She had an air of resignation as she released his softening cock from between her lips and again turned to Dominic. She needn't have worried; his inexperience and excitement got the better of him and he erupted before Max could get her mouth back around his tool. 'Erupted' was right, too; he came like a geyser going off. Max actually fell backwards slightly, as much from the force of his ejaculation as from surprise. He shot rope upon rope of thick white come over her face, hair, tongue and tits until she looked like the victim of a bukkake video. This was too much for me and I emptied my own rather less impressive load deep into Imani's soft cunt. Phil and Trevor were also spurred on by the sight of Max half-drowned in semen, and discharged their own messes over the Imani's face and tongue.

Dominic and Chris helped Max onto unsteady feet. She picked up her dress and made for the door, presumably to get cleaned up. As she passed me she hissed, "if you think I'm taking that thing up my ass, you're crazy!"

I caught Dominic's eye and he looked a little disappointed. "Don't worry," I said, "I'll take care of it."

Imani was quietly wiping the sperm from her face as Max hurried out of the lab. "I could probably manage it," she offered. "Maybe in Dom's case I could help out."

"Thanks," I said quietly so only Imani could hear, "but Max has a responsibility to her subordinates irrespective of how many inflatable butt plugs you can take up there." She gasped in shock. "Don't worry," I reassured her, "your secret's safe from the troops. Best stage show I've ever seen, by the way. When are you up at the club again?"

She smiled. "This coming Saturday, but I'm not onstage, just one of the girls in the crowd. Will I see you there?"

"Count on it," I replied.

*****

That night Julia, Aless and I curled up in front of the TV to watch footage from the lab. Both Julia and Aless were shocked at both the size of Dominic's cock and the volume of his ejaculation. Julia snuggled under my arm.. "Using sex to increase the output of your employers and then filming the action. You're a genius, darling."

"So I've been told," I replied smugly.

She poked me in the ribs. "OK then, Mr. Clever. You won't mind me stealing your idea!"

"Not at all," I said. "But in case you've forgotten you're running the entire admin section now. Even if all of your employees only deserve blowjobs, it would take you all week to get around the department - and that's just the guys. You have about a 50/50 split of male and female employees, don't you?" She nodded. "There you go then. Incentive-fucking your staff would be a full-time job."

Julia smiled her most evil smile. "It would, wouldn't it?" she said sweetly.

She tapped a few keys on the laptop nestled next to her on the couch. The TV now flicked to an angle down from the ceiling of a small space lined with shelves of pens, post-its, rulers and other assorted office supplies. "A stationary cupboard?" I asked. "Not very original."

She shushed me and gestured at the screen, where two people had just entered the room. I recognised Julia's secretary, Libby, and her young P.A. Will. The slight, mousy-blonde girl looked nervous. "I know The Old Bitch is going to give me the sack," Libby was saying, Julia bristling at the insult. "It's not fair! SHE was the one who was f... you-know-whatting in the office, and now she gets Mr. Corman's job! His wife goes to our church, and she looked terrible last Sunday. I don't know what The Bitch did to him, but SHE should be the one losing her job, not me!"

Will was the picture of innocence, despite knowing full well what Julia had done to Corman. "Relax," he said in a soothing tone. "I get on OK with Miss Brighton. I'm sure I can smooth things over."

Libby sniffed back a tear. "I hope so. If I lose my job I won't be able to pay rent on my flat."

"Well, nobody wants that, right?" Will was laying it on thick. "I help you out, and... you help me out."

"Wh-what do you mean?" asked Libby apprehensively.

Will grinned. "Things are getting interesting around here, Lib. With Ms. Brighton in charge everyone's shagging like rabbits."

"I know, the other day I was in the ladies' and there was somebody in the next cubicle, and they were, you know, doing it. It's disgusti... wait! You can't possibly mean..."

"It's not going to be easy to convince Ms Brighton not to fire you, Lib. So I save your job, you keep your flat and in return, I fuck your brains out."

"NO! I can't! Will, please don't make me do that!"

"No? OK, well, I'm kinda busy so I'll see you later..." he turned to leave.

"Hang on!" wailed Libby. "You wouldn't... if I say yes you have to promise you won't tell anyone, OK? And it would just be this once?"

Will appeared to consider this. "All right," he said eventually. "One fuck for one job. But you have to be naked, and you'd better at least pretend you're enjoying it!"

Slowly Libby removed her clothing - shapeless jeans and a sweatshirt covering ugly grey cotton underwear - to reveal a petite, slim figure. She was reasonably cute, and could have been downright sexy except for her bushy, unkempt thatch of pubic hair and breasts that were little more than stubby nipples atop limp bags of skin. Still, Will didn't seem to mind as he stepped out of his jeans to reveal a large erection. We watched as he pushed Libby onto the cold tile floor and positioned himself between her legs. She made some attempt to sound excited as he lowered his cock into her bedraggled pussy, but her moans were patently artificial.




Digital Spy Ch. 08



"Hmm, did you put Will up to this?" I asked. Julia Nodded. "I'm not sure she's really website material," I observed.

"Never mind the website," replied Julia. "You're right about fucking everyone in admin being a full-time job. Meet the successful applicant!"

"Really?" I asked. "You're going to blackmail her with this?"

"Definitely! According to the girls at the office her mum and dad are in the same church as Corman's psycho wife, so I think she'd do anything to stop the congregation from seeing her getting fucked in a supply cupboard, don't you?"

"Hmm, she needs a little grooming though. She's supposed to be an incentive, after all. A decent bikini wax, for a start."

Julia snorted. "Not permanent enough. I was thinking of laser treatment - get rid of that bush for good. And a couple of sexy tattoos as well - 'I'm Julia Brighton's filthy fuck slut' or something!"

"Subtle," I laughed. "Why not a boob job while you're at it?"

Julia's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea! Where did your assistant get hers done?"

"Max? Why not ask her yourself? I was going to invite her over for dinner one night this week - we've got some things to discuss. Anyway, what about the women in your team? Are they going to work harder for a piece of Libby action?"

"A few of them might," she said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "I'll get Will to fuck the others. Most of them are in good shape and he's young and dumb enough not to mind doing the occasional minger."

I laughed at that. "So, when shall I ask Maxine over?"

"Oooh, tomorrow!" insisted Julia. "I can't wait to get my hands on those tits! What would you like me to cook?"

I grinned maliciously. "Something spicy," I said.

*****

Max tried to avoid me the next morning, but I cornered her before the others arrived. "Listen, why don't you stop by for dinner tonight? Julia's dying to meet you properly and I'd like to show there are no hard feelings about yesterday."

Max agreed eagerly and with obvious relief. I told her to arrive around eight and then got down to some work. The guys showed up shortly afterwards and were quickly trying to outdo each other as to who could come up with the most ingenious answers to our technical challenges. All of them, it seemed, were eager to spend Friday afternoon with their cocks jammed up a team leader's asshole.

The day passed quickly and soon enough I was at home, making preparations for Max's visit. Aless decided to stay in her room, controlling the spy cameras from my laptop. I changed into a pale blue cotton shirt and Chinos, while Julia slipped into a deep red, wraparound dress that plunged deep in front and tied at the waist. On her feet she wore high, red sandals with light wooden wedge heels. Her hair was loose and she was again showing off her new pendant and earrings. Bright green contacts gave her an almost cat-like appearance. She looked astonishing as always.

Maxine looked pretty amazing herself when she arrived. She had gone for a simple black dress that fell to mid-thigh, cut neither too high nor too low at the front. Black calf-length leather boots with stiletto heels encased her legs, and that beautiful jet-black hair fell straight down her back.

Julia and Max hit it off immediately. They were already chatting like old friends on the sofa as I furnished them with glasses of a superb Saint Clair Marlborough Chardonnay. Before long Julia was complimenting Max on her figure. "I've always wanted boobs like yours," she lied. "Mine are far too big.."

"I'll let you into a secret," said Max conspiratorially, "they aren't real."

Julia feigned surprise. "You're JOKING!?"

"Nope. I used to be so flat the walls were jealous. But my folks back in Hong Kong bought them for me."

So... did you get them done back home, or..?"

"No, a really great clinic on Harley Street. But it's not as if YOU need them!"

"Oh, I'm, er, thinking about having a reduction," said Julia, recovering well. "They obviously do good work."

Max looked over at me slyly. "Why not see for yourself?" She asked. She reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress, slipping it from her shoulders. She wore no bra and her perky boobs stood out proudly in the warm air of the room. "It's OK," she invited Julia, "you can squeeze them."

Julia reached out and gently cupped a breast in each hand, hefting their weight slightly and caressing the soft skin. "Wow," she breathed, "these will be perfect. Are perfect, I mean," she corrected.

Max looked uncertain. "Er, and because the surgeon used the transaxillary method there's no scarring."

"Trans-what?" I asked.

"Transaxillary. It means the incision goes under the arms, so there aren't any scars under the breasts or around the nipples like with normal surgery." She lifted one arm to reveal a small scar. "There are marks, sure, but guys are a lot less interested in my armpits than my tits!"

"Mmmm," breathed Julia, gently grazing one nipple with a fingernail.

"Oooh, er, that's, ah, as y-you can see they're still very sensitive," gasped Max.

"Good," said Julia, letting go. "I was hoping so. Shall we make a start on dinner?" She stood, and held out a hand to Max. The Asian woman stood, slipping her dress back on but not zipping it. Julia led her downstairs to the dining room, and I followed. I took a deep breath; no going back now.

As Max entered the dining room, she glanced curiously across at the kitchen where, rather obviously, nothing was cooking. She was even more surprised to see that all of the chairs had been moved away from the dining table and the sides had been folded down. Julia brushed past me and I slipped the handcuffs I'd had in my pocket into her hand. As Max turned to ask what was going on, she quickly snapped one cuff around her left wrist. "Hey! What..?" Max began as I grabbed her other arm, forcing it down so Julia could lock the cuff around her right wrist. "What the FUCK??!" Max screamed as Julia roughly shoved her across the table. She was now lying on her stomach over the narrow centre part of the table, her breasts just hanging over the edge. I quickly yanked her ankles apart and tied first one, then the other to opposite legs of the table with black bondage tape.

"Fuck you! Let me go!" screamed Max. "I'll fucking kill yuuuunnnuuuuu!!" I grabbed her jaw in one hand and a handful of hair in the other as Julia inserted a ring gag in her mouth. The metal ring fit snugly between Max's teeth, forcing her jaws apart. Julia secured the strap tightly behind Max's head and yanked her upright by the hair. I turned a chair around and sat across the table from them, resting my arms on the chair's back. "I'm sorry it came to this, Maxine," I began. "But I think we have a problem. I appreciate that some of my working methods are unorthodox, and I'm prepared to discuss them with my employees in a professional manner. However your conduct yesterday was not satisfactory."

Julia had stripped off her dress, uncovering her otherwise naked body. As I said 'satisfactory' she moved quickly behind Max and snapped a small spring-loaded silver clip onto her right nipple. Max yelped incoherently through her held-open mouth. The clip was made of steel and shaped like a small clothespin., and attached to one end was a chain that connected to a second clip.

"Not only did you defy my in front of the team, you also belittled one of your staff virtually to his face," I continued. "I was quite ready to discuss the matter in private, in fact I was already planning to switch Phil and Dominic around seeing as Imani is rather more keen on anal sex than you are. But on reflection I think I'm going to leave the team as it is. Tonight we're going to work on some attitude readjustment."

As I finished the sentence Julia snapped the second clip on Max's left nipple. She whimpered loudly.

"We have two objectives; the first is to train you in, shall we say, handling your more difficult employees. The second is to punish you for your behaviour. Of course if you would rather I use the conventional disciplinary process, putting a note in your permanent record, recommending to Carstairs that you be removed from my team and so on, I'm happy to oblige. Of course I doubt you'd get a research team of your own any time soon - or indeed, at all." Max was shaking her head ferociously, her eyes wide with fear. "Or we could sort everything out right now, I'll continue to sing your praises to Carstairs and we can get on with being the best team in the Company. So which is it, Maxine?"

Julia reached for the nipple clamps. "Shall I take these off?" she whispered sweetly in Max's ear. The bound woman hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head slowly.

"Good," I said. "This won't be pleasant - for you, anyway - but I think you'll learn from it. Julia, those nipple clamps don't look very tight."

"I know," Julia said disappointedly, tugging on the clamps and extracting a pained moan from Max. "They're for amateurs really, not designed to hurt too much." Her eyes lit up. "I've got just the thing!" she said and disappeared into the kitchen. A second later she was back, holding two normal wooden clothespins. "These are REALLY tight!" she laughed, squeezing one open with some difficulty. She placed the jaws either side of the clamp already attached to Max's left nipple, and let go.

Max screamed as the pain in her breast suddenly increased exponentially. She began thrashing around as Julia positioned the second peg over her clipped right nipple, but Julia grabbed a handful of hair and held her still long enough to attach the peg. Max howled, tears beginning to stream down her face.

Julia vanished into the kitchen again, returning with a large pair of orange-handled scissors. She slipped them up the back of Maxine's skirt, cutting away at the fabric. "Chanel," she said sadly as she snipped the garment away. "Must have cost you quite a bit - what a shame you couldn't just do as you were told." Max's black lace thong quickly followed the dress into a ruined heap. I meanwhile had stood and removed my clothes. The sight of this Asian beauty bound and whimpering before me had made my cock granite-hard, and I was impatient to continue.

I moved behind Max as Julia shoved her hard behind the shoulders, forcing her to bend forward over the table again. The chain from the nipple clamps dangled almost to the floor. I looked across to Julia, who was watching eagerly. "Lubricated or dry?" I asked her.

"Dry, definitely," she replied. "I think this disobedient bitch needs to find out what a proper assfucking feels like!"

I smeared a little saliva on the tip of my cock (I only wanted to hurt Max, not myself) and pushed it against her tightly puckered anal sphincter. She tried to wriggle away but her ankles were too tightly bound and Julia held her firmly. She howled and wailed as my member forced its way through the tight knot of muscle.

Julia wrapped more bondage tape around the front leg of the table, passed a double thickness over the back of Max's neck and then tied it off on the opposite side. In this way Max was immobilised and bent forward over the table. She continued to wail as I hammered into her ass, now yanking on her long hair for leverage. Julia dropped to her knees and started pulling on the clamps, making Max scream in even more pain.

Julia soon tired of abusing Max's tits in this way and grabbed a fat candle from a side table. She lit the wick and placed it on the floor directly underneath the dangling nipple chain. Despite rattling slightly as I battered Max's anal cavity, the chain hung mostly straight down into the flame. Max looked on in horror, knowing only too well that the metal would quickly conduct the heat upwards.

Julia was now strapping herself into a robber harness that fit her like a thong. At the front was a stubby plastic extension that fit into various attachments. Once the harness was secure she plugged it into a realistic-looking black cock with a moulded ball sac, the shaft about nine inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. The look she gave Max was one of pure wickedness.

The Asian girl was now frantically squirming against her bonds as the nipple clamps got hotter, which only served to intensify the sensations around my cock. Knowing what Julia was about to do to Max, I couldn't hold back any more and released my semen deep into her rectum. Max whimpered as I pulled my softening cock free from her bloated ring. Julia stepped forward and forced the black rubber phallus through the gag, impaling Max's throat. She began sawing in and out of Max's mouth, making her retch each time the rubber cock hit the back of her airway.

Julia snarled down at Max. "Come on you fucking slut, if you want this thing greased before it goes in your ass you'd better cover it in spit. You know what spit is, don't you?" Julia pulled her head back, then let loose a huge mouthful of saliva into Max's face. Seeing the lovely prisoner abused in this way triggered my dick to begin hardening again.

Julia withdrew the rubber cock from Max's dripping face and gently touched one of the nipple clamps. "Mmm, getting warm," she laughed. She moved behind Max and pressed the black dildo against her captive's battered sphincter. Max did what she could to pull away at first, until I pushed my cock through the ring gag into her mouth. She howled as Julia roughly violated her ass, making her tongue vibrate deliciously against my shaft. I reached down to touch one clamp and found it was quite hot, not yet burning but no doubt very uncomfortable.

Max continued to groan and cry as Julia reamed her from behind. "Stop complaining, you fucking whore!" snapped Julia. "There's spit and come all over this thing, it can't hurt that much." Max's moans and hot breath on my cock felt wonderful, and Julia's gorgeous tits were bouncing crazily as she forced herself ever deeper up Max's behind. After only about a minute I pulled out of her mouth and jerked my cock furiously, firing more ropes of slimy come over Max's face.

Julia slammed one final thrust into Max's ass, then carefully detached the rubber cock from the harness, leaving it buried up to the 'balls' between Max's cheeks. I bent down and quickly unfastened the pegs and clips (which were now extremely hot to the touch) from her agonised nipples. I also undid the ring gag, allowing our captive a brief moment to flex her stiff jaw.

"Good job," I said to Maxine, "you've completed our little training session satisfactorily. I think we've demonstrated that you can handle even the most challenging personnel. All that remains is the unfortunate matter of punishment."

"WHAT?" screamed Maxine. "That wasn't the punishment?? My tits feel like they've been tenderised and deep fried and I probably won't be able to sit straight for a month!"

"Nobody said your job isn't demanding, Maxine. But I can still recommend you for another team if you prefer?"

The look she gave me was pure venom. "No," she said quietly.

"Good," I said briskly. I picked up a ball gag from the side table. "You're probably going to need this; I wouldn't want to disturb the neighbours." I was a little taken aback that Max submissively opened her mouth for me to slip the gag into place, but then she couldn't turn around to see what awaited her. Julia had affixed another attachment to her harness: a large dildo that resembled a bright pink cactus. It was slightly less than three inches in diameter and over a foot long, and its hard plastic surface was covered with softer, flexible knobbles. That was bad enough, but Julia had an even worse fate in mind; she had retrieved a large bottle of Tabasco sauce from the kitchen and was carefully but generously pouring it over the last six inches of the dildo.

I sat in the chair to watch Max's reaction. "I hope we never have to do this again," I said honestly.

Julia positioned herself behind Maxine, and in one motion plunged the top half of the dildo deep into her cunt. Max's eyes bulged and she let out a horrific scream, only partially muffled by the ball gag, as the hot pepper sauce burned at her most sensitive skin. The heavy table actually lifted a few millimetres off the carpet as Max bucked and writhed in agony. Wide streams of tears washed through the semen and spittle that plastered her face. Julia continued to bulldoze the burning weapon deeper into Max's pussy until the bound girl's eyes started to roll back to the whites, at which point I motioned for her to stop.

We quickly untied Max and I carried her limp body up to the bathroom, placing her in the empty bath. Julia brought a large container of milk (the best thing for numbing the effects of the alkaloids in chilli) and a douche with which to apply it. I gently wiped Max's face clean with a flannel as Julia soothed her other pains, then we filled a warm, soapy bath and Julia slipped into it, cradling Max in her arms.

Suddenly Max jumped, coming to her senses with a start, and she cried out. "Shhhh," Julia soothed her, stroking her hair. "It's all over." Max trembled in her arms and started crying softly, allowing herself to be hugged against Julia's soft breasts. She became aware that I was sitting on the edge of the bath and looked at me with wide, teary eyes.

"C-can I take this thing out now?" she asked in a small, trembling voice. I suppressed a smile and nodded - I'd quite forgotten the humungous dildo still buried in her asshole.

Julia looked up at me with a grin. "Was that spicy enough?" she asked innocently.

To be continued...



Digital Spy Ch. 09



Sorry for the wait on this one, real life got in the way of fiction! A few people were asking for more Aless, so I hope this chapter satisfies. Unfortunately the plot, such as it is, doesn't advance much, I hope to do something about that in the next part. As always, thanks for taking the time to read.

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I told Max she could call in sick for a couple of days, but to my surprise she was in the office bright and early on Wednesday morning. She looked a little pale but otherwise OK, dressed in an attractive dark suit that highlighted her curves. She addressed me with a meek "good morning" before moving on to Dominic.

"Dom, I'm sorry if I was rude to you the other day," she said loudly enough for the rest of the room to hear. "I hope you work extra hard this week, to give me the chance to make it up to you." She raised a suggestive eyebrow, and I thought Dom was going to faint.

I tapped my finger on the workbench firmly. "OK folks, let's settle down, we have a lot to get through today." The guys almost fell over each other in their rush to start working.

With the steady buzz of activity in the lab the day passed swiftly. Julia apologetically called to say she was working through lunch again, which bothered me a little because I was hornier than Hell. I had been banking on sinking my cock into her tight asshole for an hour or so, but it looked like I was going to have to wait. I pondered taking Imani off to a quiet corner of the building and screwing her instead (I figured Max still needed time to recover from the previous night's ordeal), but I didn't want to distract her or her team from their work. Instead I decided to see what Julia was doing.

Quietly I clicked on a camera feed from her office, making sure the sound was muted and the angle of my monitor blocked anyone else's view of the screen. I could see Julia standing in front of her desk, clad in what at first glance looked like a demure, somewhat 60s-style purple business suit. It was only when she turned to face the camera that the zip-fronted leather halter top she wore instead of a blouse became visible. The halter fastened just under her breasts and gave her a cleavage worthy of a porn star. I had half a mind to storm down there and fuck her whether she liked it or not, but I knew she must be genuinely busy to miss our lunch date.

The object of Julia's attention was seated in front of her. Curled on a hard chair, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else, was Libby. Tears were gently running down her face as she read through a thick document on her lap. Julia thrust a pen in her direction and Libby flinched, before accepting it with a trembling hand. She signed the document in various places, barely finishing before Julia snatched it up and countersigned it with a flourish. Libby put her head in her hands, and I was curious to know what would happen next when Phil asked my opinion on something. I quickly shut down the feed and, with some difficulty, turned my attention back to work matters.

As the afternoon wore on I found myself getting hornier and hornier. When I eventually sent everybody home for the day and tore out of the Company's garage I had only one thing in mind - blowing my load as quickly as possible. The Lamborghini's V12 snarled behind me as I wove in and out of London's back streets, drawing angry honks from other cars. As I screeched to a halt outside Aless's school I was already opening the passenger's gullwing door.

"Aless? Let's go!" I called a little too loudly. She looked around startled from her group of friends and hurried over to the car.

"Hi Daddy, is everything OK?" she asked a little timidly as she slid into the handmade racing seat.

"Everything's fine darling," I said rather more quietly. "Sorry if I startled you. But I really need to fuck you. Right now."

Aless literally squealed with delight. "Turn right down the side of the school!" she said, "I know a good place!"

I gunned the engine, tearing around the corner and attracting concerned glances from parents and staff. The Lambo's 4-wheel drive almost magically maintained traction as I recklessly flung the car down a narrow road. Aless gestured right again and I slotted the roaring Murcielago down a narrow, dead-end side street. On our left were the backs of old warehouses, now converted into trendy cafés and boutiques around the other side. To the right was the high, featureless brick wall that kept the kids locked safely away during school hours.

"Some of the girls sneak out to smoke down here," Aless began. "There's never anyone arouuuuHEY!" I grabbed Aless's school blouse in both hands and tore it open. Buttons flew around the Lambo as I ripped the white cotton from her body, leaving the front of the shirt in ruins. Aless had taken to wearing her uniform without a bra because she knew it drove me crazy to see her nipples poking through the thin material. Now I squeezed her bare tits hard and dropped my mouth to one rigid point, sucking and nipping at it desperately. Aless's hand curled into my hair and a delighted moan escaped her lips.

I dropped my right hand to Aless's thigh and pushed upwards under her pleated grey skirt. I felt hot, bare skin above the top of a dark stocking and she shivered beneath my palm. She spread her thighs as far as the cramped cabin would allow and I slipped my first two fingers into her tight wetness. She moaned and pushed her nipple further into my face as I stroked my thumb over the slippery pebble of her clitoris.

Aless's arm snaked over to my lap and began to squeeze the bulge in my trousers. It was my turn to gasp as her young hand expertly caressed my shaft. I couldn't take much of this in my frenzied state so I grabbed her around the waist and dragged her into my lap. The closeness of the steering wheel meant she was pressed against my chest, the coarse wool of my suit jacket scratching at her breasts. I lifted my door allowing her to place one foot on the road, her other leg folded against the central control console. She fumbled between us for my belt and fly as I grabbed the hem of her skirt and ripped it apart.

Finally Aless freed my cock and I lifted her naked ass in both hands, positioning her over the tip. Her head and shoulders were clear of the car's low, open roof and she placed her hands on the rear edge of the cabin for support, as suddenly I lowered her onto my hardness. She stifled a cry, biting one perfect lip between her teeth. I began to bounce her helplessly up and down on my cock, her single ponytail whipping around the car as she groaned with satisfaction. Her tits bounced in my face and I tried to suck and bite at her nipples.

Aless slid one hand between us to find her clit, balancing precariously on her other arm. I felt her nails brush through my pubic hair as she worked the hard button above my cock, and I began to slam harder into her young cunt. My foot inadvertently caught the gas pedal (the car had been idling at a low, caged rumble the whole time) and the engine bellowed. It echoed around the walls, only just covering Aless's scream as we both came.

As Aless slid from my lap I cut the engine, the sudden silence ringing in my ears. I stroked her thigh. "Thank you, love. You don't know how much I needed that."

She sighed happily, slipping one hand beneath the ruins of her skirt. I realised she was catching the semen leaking from her pussy before it could puddle onto the seat, and I watched with exhausted delight as she lifted her slick fingers to her lips. "I love it when you pick me up from school, Daddy," she said between mouthfuls. "Why do you think I didn't bring my own car?"

I grinned, feebly attempting to tuck my cock back out of sight. "Sorry about your uniform," I muttered. Aless giggled, looking every bit the young schoolgirl that in many ways she still was.

My cell phone buzzed and I opened it with a trembling hand. "Did you enjoy that?" laughed Julia. "I just thought I'd see what you were doing before I left the office. It's a good job I have a bit of shopping to do, I suppose I'd better pick up a new school blouse and skirt!"

"Good idea," I replied, winking at Aless. She pulled her blazer around herself to cover the wreck of her shirt.

"Well, I hope you're not too tired, I expect to be good and fucked when I get home!" Julia demanded.

"Yes, dear," I answered weakly.

*****

When Julia arrived back at the house we were sitting on the couch in our bathrobes watching TV. Julia tossed a Debenhams bag at Aless, saying, "try not to rip these ones, OK?"

"It wasn't MY fault!" Aless responded with a pout, snuggling against my arm.

Julia couldn't suppress a smile. "Dad been leading you astray again, has he?" Aless nodded vigorously as I adopted an expression of wounded innocence.

Julia lobbed a plain black carrier bag at me. "I picked this up on Wardour Street, I thought it might come in handy," she said.

Inside the bag was an interesting object. It was a large, flesh-coloured dildo, about 2 inches longer than my cock at 10 long and a half-inch wider across at about 2 inches. At the base, where a real cock would attach to the scrotum, the dildo flared into a thick-rimmed plastic ring. I looked quizzically at Julia.

"It fits around your cock, darling," Julia explained, her voice full of sarcasm. "I know how hard it must be trying to satisfy two horny women all the time, so with this you can fuck both of us at once!"

I shook my head in fake astonishment. "Progress eh? First they split the atom, then they put a man on the moon, and for the finale they invent a spare cock. Mankind has nowhere left to go."

Julia threw her jacket onto a chair and removed her skirt, revealing hold-up stockings and no other underwear. "Less jokes, more fucking!" she grinned, attacking the front of my bathrobe. Dropping to her knees she took my cock in her mouth, sliding her tongue around the head wonderfully. Aless slipped off her robe and picked up the dildo, hefting it in one hand. "Mmmm, this looks like fun," she giggled.

Julia gently pulled me to a standing position by tugging on my cock, then Aless slipped the dildo over the end. I was probably only three-quarters erect so it went on easily. The base pressed against the bottom of my stomach, making me look like some sort of weird Japanese animated sex beast. I was a little worried that after such a fierce sex session with Aless and the previous night's revelry, I might not be up to the job at hand. My concerns were unfounded; Julia had already thought of that. She unzipped her leather halter just enough to expose her firm nipples while leaving her tits pressed together hypnotically. Slowly she sat on the sofa, reclining fully and spreading her legs.

"Alessandra darling," she purred, "come and give your mother a kiss." Aless quickly obliged, kneeling legs-apart between Julia's thighs. She bent forward until their soft breasts pressed together, and slowly, passionately kissed her mother. They fenced tongues, Julia opening her eyes just long enough to shoot me a look of pure lust over the black rims of her Quicksilver glasses. The damage was done; my cock felt like a steel bar. I positioned myself between their entangled legs and tried to manoeuvre both hard shafts into position behind their pressed-together pussies.

The head of the dildo slipped between Aless's lips and she gasped, partially muffled by Julia's deep kisses. I pushed in gently until the tip of my cock butted against the opening to Julia's pussy. Slowly I moved forward, until both rods disappeared into hot female flesh. Aless moaned "oooooh Daddy!" as I began to move in and out, slowly and deliberately fucking the two women I loved. Once I'd got used to the odd rhythm of using the dildo I began to speed up my thrusts, grasping the pointed stems of Julia's expensive stiletto heels for purchase.

Aless buried her head against Julia's neck, groaning rhythmically as I fucked her. Julia gazed lovingly over her shoulder, licking her lips and blowing me a tender kiss. I could tell she was enjoying every second of this; a depraved and yet at the same time totally loving act. A familiar flush began to creep over her chest and cheeks, as much from Aless's pussy rubbing against hers as from the thrusting of my cock. Silently she came, shuddering and hugging Aless to her tightly. A tear ran from one eye into her glossy hair.

"God, that was wonderful," she breathed. "I'm sorry baby," Julia continued, kissing her daughter's forehead. "You didn't come yet."

"That's OK Mum," Aless said quietly. "I wanted to..." The rest was inaudible as she whispered in her mother's ear. The wicked grin I adored spread over Julia's face.

"Oh, yum!" said Julia. "That'll make a great video. Here, bend over the couch."

I pulled away from my girls, allowing Aless to stand. Julia moved to the middle of the sofa, lay back and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs wide apart. Aless spread her feet in front of Julia and bent forward from the waist, displaying the perfect split peach of her ass and pussy. She gently began to lick Julia's moist cunt.

"Our daughter" - I shivered when Julia said that - "would like you to fuck her ass with that giant thing, seeing as she needs the practice." I silently thanked whatever deity was looking out for me as I rubbed a palm full of saliva over the rubber shaft still slick from Aless's pussy. I tried to be as gentle as I could as I pushed into her tight sphincter. She gasped, but continued to work on Julia as the dildo overcame her muscle's resistance. I was careful not to push too hard, slowly sliding forward until my cock could enter the young girl's pussy.

I gently rode Aless as she sucked and nibbled at Julia's clit, both of them moaning with pleasure. Julia, ever the professional, made sure she threw her head back for the cameras as she writhed: there would be no doubt to anyone watching that she and Aless were mother and daughter. Seeing them like that, these two amazing women, was enough to send me over the edge. I felt the familiar tightening sensation and began to pound harder, desperate to make Aless come before I did. I leaned forward to grab her nipples, rolling and tugging them gently. "Ohhh, yessss!" hissed Julia. "The harder you fuck her, the harder she licks! Ohhhh..!" She threw her head back as another orgasm hit her. Aless Joined her a second later, her cunt contracting gorgeously around my cock. That was enough to set me off too, filling my 'daughter' with her second load that evening.

Knees wobbling, I slumped onto the floor. "I'm going to have to start taking vitamins or something," I muttered.

Julia laughed. "I think we broke him," she said to Aless. "Don't worry darling, after a fuck like that you deserve a bit of pampering." With that she and Aless disappeared down to the kitchen. I pulled myself up onto the sofa and flicked on a cable news channel. I watched for a while, until I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Aless and Julia, bearing trays of steaming, delicious-smelling food. But dinner barely registered, because they were about to serve it clad in only black seamed stockings, 8-inch platform heels and white frilly aprons. Ah well, I thought, I guess if they kill me I'll die happy.

*****

The next day, Thursday, Libby disappeared from the office. I asked Julia what happened to her, but all she would say was something vague about 'time off for re-training.' I had a good idea about what that training might entail. We were chatting quietly about it in, of all places, the spa pool at the Company gym. The team and I had ended up working well past noon - all of my troops were desperate to impress by the next day - so I gave everyone an extended lunch around 1.30. Julia had some free time so I suggested a quick dip in the spa. I kept a gym bag in the lab and I wondered if Julia did the same with a bikini - I was half-hoping I could convince her to go naked. Of course I should have learned by now that trying to one-up Julia was an exercise in futility.

When she walked out of the changing room I almost choked. She was wearing a one-piece slingshot-style swimsuit the likes of which I'd never seen. It began as a thin, liquid-silver strap behind her neck, which passed over her shoulders on both sides before widening - slightly - to cover both nipples. The straps then joined again below the navel to cover Julia's pussy - again, just barely. Most of her delectable body was bare. But when she gave me a twirl as she approached the spa I got an even bigger shock: the single thong of material connecting the bottom of the suit to the neck strap was made of clear plastic - effectively from behind Julia looked stark naked.

Fortunately the gym and pool area was deserted apart from the two of us, since it was generally only busy before and after work and during regular lunch breaks. So I was alone with Julia as she slipped into the warm, frothing water next to me, her hair pinned hastily back in a gloriously shambolic crown. She sat in my lap, deliberately rubbing her almost-bare backside over my speedo-clad crotch.

We sat like that for a little while, talking while Julia ground her ass against me and my erection threatened to tear its way free. Eventually she took pity on me; under cover of the bubbles she tugged my shorts down and slid my cock into her pussy. Gently, almost imperceptibly, she rode me in the water as we talked and kissed softly. Suddenly we were interrupted by a voice.

"Erm... Dan? Julia? Sorry to interrupt." It was Max. "I thought I'd chill in the spa for a while, if you don't mind."

Max had her hair tied back in a bun, and was clad in a skimpy black bikini and thong. "Not a problem," I said. Max stepped tentatively into the water.

"Are you OK?" asked Julia. "We were very hard on you the other night, and... Well, Dan just said to teach you a lesson, but since I met him I get carried away sometimes..."

Max smiled slightly. "No permanent damage, in fact I'm fine really. The only thing that's weird is, well, I can't stop thinking about what happened."

"Oh God," gasped Julia. We've traumatised you, poor thing!"

That made Max laugh. "No, what I mean is I think about what happened and I get excited. The pain was, well, it was too much, but the feeling of being bound and helpless, unable to fight back... I loved it!"

"Really?" asked Julia hopefully. Max nodded.

"Maybe we could, I don't know, do it again sometime? Just the ropes and the fucking, not so much of the burning clamps and the hot sauce?"

"Hmm, on one condition," replied Julia. She pulled aside the straps that just about covered her nipples. "You have to suck these while Dan fucks me."

Max didn't need much encouragement, and leaned forward to take one in her mouth as Julia started to bounce on my cock with more urgency. Max reached her hands out of the water and gently squeezed each hard bud between thumb and forefinger. "So," she began, "you can dish it out, but can you take it?!" With that she twisted Julia's nipples aggressively. Julia squealed and tried to shove Max away, but I grabbed her wrists and forced her arms up behind her.

"Don't let her fool you, Max, she loves being treated like a slut," I said.

"Good!" replied Max, she hoisted herself up onto the edge of the spa and pulled her bikini crotch aside. "Then the least she can do after the other night is eat my cunt, don't you think?"

I stood with my cock still inside Julia and guided her forward, her arms still held behind her. She shot Max a dirty look, but the Asian girl didn't care. She simply grabbed a handful of Julia's hair and yanked her head down to pussy level. "Come on, white bitch!" snarled Max. "You liked burning my cunt, now let's see if you can kiss it better."

I thrust into Julia harder, forcing her face into Max's pussy. I couldn't see what was going on down there but it was soon obvious Max was enjoying it. "Ooohhh, that's it, Gweilo whore! Lick my pussy, make me come! Harder, you fucking filthy slut!" The fact that anyone could walk into the gym at any time seemed to only add to the arousal of both women.




Digital Spy Ch. 09



Max pulled her bikini top aside and began to roll and squeeze her nipples. Her breathing quickened until suddenly she arched her back, grinding her pussy into Julia's face as the orgasm took hold. The sight of this beautiful Chinese girl contorted in ecstasy pushed me over the edge, and I filled Julia's cunt with my semen.

I released Julia's arms and sat back, expecting a slap or at least a dirty look. But instead Julia wore an expression of pure enjoyment as she adjusted her suit back into place. "Nothing like a little afternoon delight is there?" she said, then leaned forward to kiss Max on the lips. "Do you like how your pussy tastes?" she whispered, Max moaning her approval into Julia's mouth. In a tone full of lust Julia told my second in command, "now we're even, but next time I'll make you scream like you wouldn't think possible."

Max shivered, goosebumps breaking out over her damp skin. "That had better be a promise," she said, standing up and swaying sexily towards the changing rooms.

Julia rubbed up against me. "I don't suppose you'd like to make me come before I have to go back to work?"

"Sorry darling," I said, "I really aught to be getting back myself. Tonight for sure though."

"Hmm, I think I'll be having Aless for dessert too. I mean, I like eating Chinese but half an hour later I'm hungry againaaagglub!" I dunked Julia's head under for making such a terrible joke.

*****

Friday was the last day of September, and it was also exactly two weeks since I'd arrived at Julia's to stay. It was amazing to think that I'd been there only a fortnight; I could barely remember what life was like without Julia and Aless, and what's more I didn't want to imagine the future without them. I felt like the three of us had been together for months. In that short space of time subscriptions to my website (now almost completely managed by Aless, with Julia's supervision) were at a record high, and pre-orders for our forthcoming line of DVDs had already taken up most of the small initial pressing I'd organised. I was going to have to think about production on a more commercial scale.

With October literally hours away, the weather finally caught up with the date. Friday morning was cold, wet and wintry. I didn't have much choice than to leave the Lambo at home and began thinking about retiring it, at least until the following summer. In a typically grisly London winter it would be impossible to run a car with a roof the manual said should only be put up "in an emergency" - rain obviously being infrequent enough in Modena to be classed as one. In the meantime I needed to begin thinking about what I guess was going to be the 'family' car. In the current situation funding wasn't too much of a problem, but almost unlimited choice was going to make life difficult for a motoring anorak like me. Yeah, I know, everyone should be lucky enough to have that sort of problem.

But before that there was a day's work to be done, and not just any day; this was the first of my 'Incentive Fridays.' When I arrived at the lab having hitched a ride with Julia, all four of my male team members had beaten me there and were hard at it. Imani and Max arrived a few minutes later, and from their mode of dress it was obvious they expected to get fucked that afternoon. Imani was wearing a black lace mini-dress with thin straps, that plummeted deeply in front to below her boobs and had a hem that ended right under the level of her pussy. Further exposing her dark skin were two long slits that started at the top of each thigh end ended under her breasts, somewhat unnecessarily criss-crossed with laces. Not that the dress was hiding much, as it was virtually transparent. Silver rings passed through Imani's nipples and clit hood, which sparkled through the material. She had donned a long, straight black wig that fell to centre of her back, and with some diamond and silver bling jewellery and high heels, she resembled a dancer from some X-rated gangsta rap video.

At first glance Max looked slightly more demure. She had on a strapless black PVC dress and choker, her hair tied in a smart bun. The dress covered her breasts well enough and dropped to the top of her thigh, so while she looked sexy her outfit wasn't quite as shameless as Imani's. Or so we thought until she turned around to reveal the dress laced right up the back, and was tied loosely enough to display the entire crack of her bare ass. Max bent to 'adjust' one strappy platform heel, giving us an obscene view of her ass and pussy through the gap. "OK boys," she said, standing. "Who's ready to do some work?"

I was nearly flattened in the rush for the workbenches. 

*****

By lunchtime we had some excellent work to present to Carstairs. I told the two ladies to accompany me, and I think they were a little shocked that I expected them to stand in front of our boss dressed as they were. Imani minded less, I guessed because she'd seen (and more importantly, been seen) by Carstairs at the Club. Besides, given recent revelations I had a feeling that any uneasiness Max felt about being exposed was likely to also be turning her on.

The camera technology we displayed to Carstairs was by any stretch of the imagination, amazing. The bugs were so small that even I was hard-pressed to spot them, and their transmitting range and clarity was better than ever. To be honest I was a little bored with them though, and had a couple of ideas that I thought would probably blow Carstirs' mind if I could make them work practically. He seemed delighted with what we'd achieved however, and was especially happy to have his report from two gorgeous women in the latest hooker-chic. As we turned to leave he muttered something to Imani, I missed most of it but picked up the words "tomorrow night."

We sat and ate a light lunch in the lab while the guys were off elsewhere, and the girls gave me their recommendations. As I'd expected, all four men had worked like demons to ensure they had a shot at their team leaders' assholes, and they had each managed a rating of 'outstanding.' I looked over the desk to Max. "Are you sure you can handle Dom's monster dick?" I asked.

She shrugged a little nervously. "Only one way to find out."

"Why don't we get naked before the guys get back?" purred Imani in her distinctive Californian accent. "I can help loosen you up a little."

Max and Imani quickly stepped out of their dresses and stood before me naked apart from their heels. I took one last quick look at my monitor to make sure all of this was being recorded, then locked the screen. Imani helped Max up onto the workbench, telling her to lie back and rest her feet on a couple of stools. The black woman then bent forward and pursed her lips, drooling a thick gob of saliva between Max's spread thighs to her waiting asshole.

Meanwhile I'd stripped out of my shirt and chinos and presented my stiff cock to Max, whose head was hanging backwards off the nearside edge of the bench. "Oooohhh," the Asian girl moaned. "She's licking my asshole... Aaaahhhh, it feels so good!" She looked up to see my rock-hard member in front of her face. "Ohh, yes Sir!" she begged. "Shove that thing in my mouth! Force me to take it like a fucking ten-dollar Kowloon whore!"

I didn't need any more encouragement. I pushed the head of my cock into Max's mouth and kept going until my balls rested against her upturned nose. I pulled out for a moment to allow her to catch her breath, then began to fuck her face in earnest. I looked down at Imani and she raised three fingers. The meaning was clear - she had three fingers of her other hand buried in Max's asshole. The Chinese girl's face was becoming coated with spit as I reamed her mouth and throat. Her nipples were as hard as glass shards, so I began pinching and twisting them, aiming the occasional hard slap at each tit. Max moaned deep in her throat, further enhancing the sensations around my cock. After a few minutes of this I was ready to come, so I withdrew at the last moment and fired off several thick, sticky ropes of semen over Max's inverted face. It was only after my own orgasm subsided that I noticed her shuddering silently, as Imani's special treatment of her cunt and asshole did its work. I whipped my arm down and smacked Max across both tits, hard, forcing a yelp. "Get cleaned up, quick," I ordered. "Your subordinates will be back any minutes and expecting to stretch that asshole!"

No sooner had the girls fixed their makeup (Imani helpfully cleaning the come from Max's face with her tongue), the men arrived back in the office. They were treated to a view of Imani sitting on the edge of a workbench while Max crouched in front of her, licking and fingering her pussy.

"Hello, gentlemen," I addressed them. "Congratulations on your work this week, it's been exemplary. I'm therefore pleased to announce that all four of you have achieved a rating of 'outstanding.' That means your team leaders here" - Imani moaned as Max gently tugged on her clit ring with her teeth - "will be happy to take your cocks in whatever orifice you choose. Well, maybe not 'happy' exactly, but they don't have much choice, so..."

Chris, easily the fittest of the four, was already stripping out of his jeans and T-shirt as I spoke. His cock was already throbbing at the sight in front of him, and I couldn't wait to see him start ploughing Max's ass. Dominic, Phil and Trevor, none of them particularly fine physical specimens, were a little more apprehensive about stripping in front of the others, but with such an amazing incentive they soon began removing their clothing too.

By now Imani was moaning loudly and I could tell she was nearing an orgasm. I grabbed Max's hair and yanked her mouth from the black girl's pussy. "Hey!" Imani half-sobbed, "I need to come!"

"Fuck that," I snapped, "this isn't about what you need. Get over there on your knees and start sucking those cocks."

Somewhat sulkily, Imani complied. She dropped to her knees in front of Trevor and Phil, who almost knocked each other over in the rush to stuff themselves between the black girl's moist lips. Max meanwhile moved over between Chris and Dominic and began to stroke their erections, her hand unable to wrap completely around Dom's massive girth. I wandered casually over to them and said, "if you really want to get Max going, take her by force. She loves being powerless, don't you, bitch?"

Max began to protest, then changed her mind. "What the Hell. Yes, boys, I'm a submissive little whore." She addressed Dom; "I bet you've seen stuff on the internet, haven't you? Helpless girls being fucked whether they want it or not?" He nodded dumbly. "Did you like it?" Another nod. Now she turned to Chris, running a hand across his rock-hard abs. "And what about you, big guy? I bet you don't have any problems if you pick up a hot little slut who changes her mind once you get to the bedroom?"

"I... I'd never..." he stuttered, until I caught his eye. Realising what Max was after, he grinned. "You're right, bitch. In fact I like it better when they just want to 'be friends.' That way I get to rip their pretty clothes off and rape them!" This was exactly what Max wanted to hear, and she moaned loudly. Chris grabbed her arms above the elbow and pinned them behind her.

"Come on, Dom, lie down on the floor. You can split this whore's cunt while I get her ass ready for you!" I could see Max's knees trembling at the thought of it. Dom quickly did as he was told, his cock sticking up like some gnarled tree branch. Chris shoved her down until she was kneeling over the bulbous head, which Dom guided into the entrance to her cunt. She gasped as the behemoth penetrated her.

I could hardly tear myself away, but raised voices on the other side of the office caught my attention. It seemed that Phil and Trevor had got into an argument about who should be the first to fuck Imani's ass. "Gentlemen, please!" I pleaded, "there's no need to fall out over this. Imani can take both your cocks in her ass at the same time."

"I... can?" the dark-skinned beauty asked nervously.

"Perfect time to find out," I whispered to her, before turning my attention back to Max and the others. Chris now had his dick buried in her asshole and was giving it a vigorous fucking, while Dom gripped her waist and bounced her on his gigantic member. She was bent forward, her face close to Dom's, and he was spouting a stream of degrading obscenities directed at her.

"You like being impaled on that, fucking bitch? Sexy whores like you would never look twice at me normally, but now I'm the one fucking you! And when Chris is done with you, I'm going to pound your asshole into the next century!"

I could hear Max moaning; "please, no, stop! Please, somebody help me, it hurts, please..." She saw me watching, and winked.

I heard another squeal from behind me, and turned to see Imani's ass impaled on two cocks. She was on her back, lying on top of Trevor with her hands hooked behind her knees. Trevor's long dick was already deep in her ass, while Phil was crouched in front of them, shoving his stubby tool into the same tormented hole. Imani's face was twisted with hurt and exertion, not helped by Trevor reaching up to pull roughly on her nipple rings. I knew he was unhappy with his wife, and nerdish Phil had the same luck with women as Dominic did. It seemed both of them intended to take out their frustrations on Imani's butt.

I turned in time to see Chris pull out of Max and drag her off Dom's cock. He pushed her back down on her hands and knees in front of him and grabbed a handful of hair. "Now bitch, you're going to swallow my come while Dom fucks your ass." I looked at Max and could see there was genuine fear in her eyes. But there was something else too; hunger. She eagerly devoured Chris's cock as Dom positioned himself behind her. This was the moment of truth. Dominic began pushing his engorged head against her sphincter, and she tensed. But I had to give her credit; though she gasped around Chris's cock and squeezed her eyes tight until tears came, she barely missed a beat as Dom entered her tightest place.

I decided in future I would have to get one team to wait until the other had finished, because having my attention divided between these horny trios was really annoying. I turned to see that Phil hadn't lasted long, and had already blasted his come in the dark valley between Imani's tits. He was sitting dejectedly on a stool looking like he'd just run a marathon. Imani was now bouncing rather more enthusiastically on Trevor's tool, he reaching across her stomach to thrust four fingers of one hand into her cunt. The rings on her nipples flicked around wildly as she reached the orgasm I'd denied her earlier. "Oooooohhhh... FUCK!" she screamed, clenching her anal muscles around Trevor hard enough to trigger his own climax deep inside her.

I spun around to catch the end of the other show. I made it just in time to see Chris yanking Max's head back by the hair to empty his balls over her beautiful, tear-streaked face. Her elbows were wobbling crazily as Dom reamed her for all he was worth, and as soon as Chris released her she collapsed breathless to the floor, the giant cock popping free from her asshole. She lay on her side whimpering as Dominic massaged his tool, soon hosing her sweaty body down with what looked like around a pint of semen. She lay there gasping, lacking even the strength to wipe away a gob that had splashed across her closed eyelids.

"OK guys," I said in a hoarse voice. "Have a good weekend. I'll see you Monday..."



Digital Spy Ch. 10



I don't know if it exists elsewhere in the world, but Dogging is a genuine phenomenon here in the UK.

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Saturday started out cold, wet and miserable. I spent a few hours arranging for some of my furniture to be delivered to the new apartment, Julia & I deciding to move in officially the following weekend. She wanted to do some research into the legalities of becoming a landlady since she would be renting out her house, so I borrowed her BMW and drove through the busy London streets to hit a few luxury car dealerships.

Several fruitless hours later I arrived home discouraged. I had seen plenty of fabulous supercar metal, but nothing that would conceivably fit all three of my new 'family' comfortably for more than two minutes at a time. I had come close to ordering an extremely nice Ferrari 612 Scaglietti, but the rear seats just weren't big enough. I'd had a pleasant test drive of a Bentley Flying Spur, but the idea of driving the same type of car as Giles was not one I was happy with.

When I arrived back there was a note on top of the TV. Julia had taken Aless for a full going-over at her favourite spa, the Sanctuary, followed by hair, makeup, nails and clothes shopping in preparation for our visit to the Club. They would be gone most of the day, so I mooched around the house at something of a loose end. I decided to check the Digital Spy website, something I'd been neglecting quite a bit since Aless had more or less taken over running it. Firing up the computer in Julia's study I logged in, and began going through the most recent uploaded videos. Most of this content I hadn't even seen, from live acts at the Club to Julia and my adventures at the office, even a girl I used to date in Birmingham involved in a vigorous fucking session with a guy I recognised as her younger brother. I was impressed with Aless's editing skills; she'd quickly got the hang of the software and seemed naturally proficient at choosing which angles to use and how long to hold a shot.

The phone rang, interrupting my musings. It was Julia. "Hi darling, any luck with the car search?" I told her there wasn't. "Aww, never mind, I'm sure you'll find something you like," she soothed. "Sorry to run out on you, but we wanted to do something a little bit special for the Club tonight."

"That's OK," I said, "I'm just killing time on the website. I'm really impressed with the work Aless has been doing keeping it updated, we should really be paying her something."

"Hmm, good idea," said Julia thoughtfully. "How does, say, £250 a week sound?"

"About what I was thinking," I replied. "She'd be getting a lot more if we actually paid her for her, erm, acting."

"Aha! Trying to swindle us out of our rightful earnings are you, Mr. Big-Shot Producer?" she laughed.

"Absolutely," I chuckled. "How else am I supposed to pay for all these nubile young whores and mountains of Bolivian marching powder?"

"Well, if you can tear yourself away from the Hollywood lifestyle for five minutes, maybe you could check out a website I found this morning. I was thinking of getting some new bedroom furniture for the new place, and I found something through Google. It's in favourites under 'Fantasy Furniture.'"

I opened the link and had a quick glance down the page. "Hmmm, that's.... wow!" I exclaimed. The site was full of beautifully handcrafted wooden contraptions like stocks, bondage crosses, padded benches fitted with manacles and more. One thing that particularly caught my eye was a large, ornately carved bed. At first glance it was like any other bed, but on closer inspection I could see that the headboard was split and hinged with brass on one side, like a set of stocks. There were holes in the rosewood that were part of the carved pattern, but would perfectly fit around a pair of female wrists. The other side of the board featured a subtle but sturdy brass lock. Looking down I could see the endboard was similarly designed to hold two widely spread ankles. The bed was long enough that all but the tallest woman would be stretched helplessly across the mattress.

"I thought perhaps we might order the bed..." Julia began.

"I'm just entering my credit card number now," I replied. "Who knew shopping for home furnishings could be such good fun?"

"Some of the other items could be interesting," she continued. "I was thinking maybe if we were to invite Max over again, not to mention I was planning to do some, ah, 'management training' at home."

"Oh really?" I asked, intrigued. "This training wouldn't involve a certain secretary who seems to have taken a sudden, extended leave of absence from your office, would it?"

"Maybe," she laughed. "Anyway, got to run. My hot sugar body polish is ready. Love you!"

"Your hot what..?" I began, but the phone was already dead.

I surfed the web for a while, but was thoroughly bored. Like every guy alone at home, in the end I decided the only thing worth doing was watching porn. I started transmitting a video file over to the TV in the living room. Flicking the set on I was greeted with the stuff of every pervert's dreams - four teenage girls lounging around on a bed in their nightclothes.

Aless was sitting near the head of our bed in the main bedroom wearing her Winnie the Pooh nightshirt. She was dealing cards to her three friends; Becky, a slightly heavy but extremely pretty curly-haired Indian girl dressed in a set of purple satin pyjamas; Sam, a petite, short haired redhead in a pale blue set of shorts and vest top; and Ginny, a curvaceous brunette with the biggest tits I'd ever seen on a teenager bursting out of a short lace-trimmed white nightdress. I couldn't take my eyes off the latter, her breasts (surely at least an E-cup) bouncing enticingly as she pushed her long, straight hair back behind one ear.

The conversation was in progress as I turned up the sound. "But he's kind of old, isn't he?" the Indian girl was saying.

"George Clooney's older, but you're always saying you'd like to fuck him," Aless retorted. "Anyway, you've all seen him picking me up from school, he's hot!"

"He is Becky, you can't deny it," I was delighted that it was Ginny speaking in my defence.

"I wonder what his cock's like?" said Sam wistfully.

"Big," said Aless proudly, "and it gets really hard."

"You've seen it?" gasped Becky.

"Seen it, sucked it, fucked it," laughed Aless. "Why do you think I'm so happy in lessons?"

The other three sat there in shock, mouths agape. Ginny was the first to break the silence. "Was it, you know... good?"

"Awesome," said Aless very definitely. "He makes me feel like a princess being rescued... some silly crap like that anyway!" she laughed. "Or other times he treats me like his very naughty little girl. I love it when my Daddy punishes me." Aless was purring, her nipples hardening through the nightshirt.

"Aless!" cried Becky, "that's awful! How can you talk like that, and... and do that?"

"Oh, come off it Becky. We're not really related, and you're one to talk anyway. I know what you've been doing with your geography teacher!"

"Everybody knows!" laughed Sam.

"That's different," snapped Becky, blushing. He's not my... my step dad, he's just a teacher!"

"Yeah, and if any of the other staff found out he'd be sacked and you'd be expelled. And before you ask, my Mum knows and doesn't mind. Now," Aless threw down the cards in frustration, "don't any of you tarts know how to play poker?"

Sam and Ginny shook their heads while Becky just sat there steaming. "Fine," said Aless, "strip snap it is!"

"I don't know about this," muttered Becky, "maybe we should just watch a DVD or something."

"What's the matter?" smirked Ginny, "scared?"

"No!" snapped Becky, "I just don't... Oh, fine, whatever. who cares anyway?"

"Excellent," grinned Aless, piling up the cards in front of the others. "Get ready to show your goodies!"

Only a few cards had been dealt when one jack was laid on top of another. "Snap!" yelled Aless, slapping her hand down on the pile. "OK girls, let's see them." Aless of course knew full well that they were being filmed, and was obviously eager to get them out of their clothes. Ginny, bless her, didn't hesitate. She yanked the hem of her nightdress over her head and casually tossed it aside, her magnificent boobs bouncing freely. Her dark nipples were large and already hard, poking up from the centre of wide, crinkled circles. Sam also quickly removed her top, revealing small, B-cup breasts that were crowned with cute, extremely swollen aureoles. Finally, Becky reluctantly unbuttoned her pyjama top and sat with her arms crossed over her perky C-cups.

The game continued until a pair of threes appeared. Again Aless's hand shot out, "snap!" Becky groaned. Ginny laughed and slipped off her white panties, exposing a neatly cropped brown strip of pubic hair. Sam's pussy, when she removed her shorts, turned out to be almost bare except for a few wisps of red hair.

Meanwhile Becky was procrastinating wildly. "Does anyone want a drink? I was just going to get..." She was cut off as Aless tackled her around the waist and pulled her back onto the bed.

"Quick, grab those pants!" she squealed, and Sam and Ginny pounced. Despite struggling, Becky was helpless as between them her three friends tugged down her pyjama bottoms. She had a neat, triangular patch of dark silky hair above her pussy, which Aless now stroked with one hand. "Mmm, so is this what Mr. geography teacher keeps you in detention for?"

"Stop it, you bitch!" wailed Becky. "Listen, I'm not joking! Let me go!" Her attackers relented, giggling as they released her. I was surprised that Becky didn't immediately try and get dressed; instead she sat back down on the bed and retrieved her cards.

"Come on, let's keep playing," she snapped at Aless, "you're not getting away with being the only one still dressed."

"Hmm, OK," smiled Aless slyly. "But if I win again, I pick a forfeit and you three have to do it."

Sam won the next round. As Aless took off her nightshirt, baring her shapely figure and rock-hard nipples, the young redhead looked at the other two naked girls. "Mmm, those look nice," she said, eyes locked on Ginny's nipples, "Becky, why don't you give them a suck?"

The Indian girl looked furious. "This is so unfair! You're all picking on me!"

"Less complaining, more sucking," laughed Aless. "Come on; suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!" The other two picked up the chant, Ginny thrusting out her chest and lifting up those gargantuan boobs. Becky leaned forward and took one nipple in her mouth, slurping around it with her tongue. Considering her apparent reluctance she seemed in no particular hurry to stop. Ginny gave a satisfied sigh, while Aless and Sam watched spellbound as Becky gave the nipple a protracted workout.

"I think you'd better stop..." gasped Ginny.

Becky released the hard nub from her mouth. "What? You wanted your nipples sucked so they're damn well getting sucked!" This brought peals of laughter from Aless and Sam.

"So competitive, Becky! You're not in school now," giggled Sam. Becky had meanwhile moved on to the other nipple and was giving it the same meticulous treatment.

"Oh, no, you'd better... ah, I, ahhhhh..!" Becky suddenly stiffened, her head flying back, breasts trembling as she was hit by an impressive orgasm.

"Wow!" said Aless. "You can come just from having your tits sucked?"

"Very... s-sensitive..." gasped Ginny, falling back on her elbows. I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from the way her flushed breasts bounced as she moved.

Becky moved back to her seat, a look of triumph on her face. "Come on, let's play. I want those panties off," she snapped. Whether it was adrenalin or pure anger I wasn't sure, but Becky was now well and truly fired up, no longer displaying any embarrassment about being naked. The cards once again began piling up, and as soon as two sixes touched down on top of each other her hand shot out. She beat Aless to the stack by a split second and responded with a loud shout of "YES! Aless, get those knickers off, now! In fact, you two, as your forfeit you can hold her down while I take them off!"

Giggling, Ginny and Sam pounced on Aless, who struggled playfully. Becky meanwhile grabbed her insubstantial pink thong and tore it down one side. Aless yelped in protest as the dark-skinned teenager ripped the thin cloth from between her thighs.

"Right then," said Aless firmly once the girls had let her go, "One last hand to decide the winner, and forfeits still count. Agreed?" Everyone nodded. The cards began falling and it was, perhaps appropriately, two queens that came up. Becky shot out her arm but this time Aless beat her to it, squeaking with delight as her hand slapped down on the cards.

"I win!" Aless cried with delight. "OK ladies, forfeit time! Sam, get sucking Ginny's tits – I want to see her come again. Ginny, you can finger her cunt while she does it. As for you," she turned to Becky, "you wanted to see my pussy so much, you can have a close-up view. Get on your knees and eat me until I come. Now, bitch!"

Sam and Ginny moved up to the head of the bed so they could recline against the pillows. Ginny's hand instantly began probing between Sam's pussy lips, thumb gently stroking her clit as a finger slipped inside. Sam moaned and dropped her mouth to Ginny's nipple, nipping gently at the responsive skin. Ginny hissed with delight and began to move her fingers faster. Aless meanwhile was now sitting on the edge of the bed, Becky kneeling facing her on the floor, her face pressed into Aless's groin. Aless had a hand tangled in the Indian girl's hair, pulling her mouth harder onto her clit.

As much as I was enjoying this display my attention kept returning to the other two girls, particularly Ginny. A thin film of sweat covered her body as Sam worked on her breasts, her hand moving faster and faster in the redhead's moist cunt as her own excitement grew to unbearable levels. Moaning, Sam tugged on the nipple trapped between her teeth, which proved too much for Ginny. The brunette's breasts juddered as she came, screaming as her blurring hand fired off Sam's climax as well. In front of them Aless ground her pussy into Becky's face as her own orgasm arrived.

"Shit!" I gasped, shooting a fountain of semen onto my clothes, the couch and carpet. Staggering to my feet (trousers helpfully bunching around my ankles) I half fell down the stairs into the kitchen to fetch something to clean up with. As I struggled to the sink one thought occupied my mind: I had to fuck Ginny.

*****

Afterwards I hit the shower, unable to get Ginny and her amazing tits out of my mind. I wondered how Aless would react when I told her I'd like to screw her friend; knowing Aless, she'd probably love the idea. I dried off and dressed, pulling on a deep purple shirt, dark trousers and a black corduroy blazer. I was becoming a little concerned that the girls still weren't home, but neither of their mobiles were picking up. I was just wondering whether to call the Sanctuary when the doorbell rang.

It was the same driver who picked us up the first time. "Good evening, Sir. I have been asked to pass on a message from your lady companions; they apologise, but have decided to meet you at the Club. Apparently their preparations took somewhat longer than was anticipated."

"I just tried to call..."

"Yes, Sir. Regretfully portable telephones do not work inside the Club for reasons so as not to interrupt our members' enjoyment. However they had arrived before I left to collect you. If I may be allowed a personal observation, Sir is a very lucky man. Shall we..?"

Wondering what he meant I locked up and allowed myself to be led to the plush van with blacked-out windows. We wove through the gloomy evening traffic, drizzle pattering against the roof. The driver stayed quiet as we pulled into the familiar Soho alley and I descended the staircase.

I don't think anything could have prepared me for what I saw in the foyer. For a few moments I thought I was seeing double until my addled brain figured out what was going on. Sitting quietly to one side of the room was Julia, her long auburn curls falling in a cascade around her shoulders. She was clad in a deep red basque with translucent lace cups, attached to matching stockings partnered with a tiny thong. Next to Julia was Aless, and it was her appearance that had made me do a double take. Her hair had been styled and coloured to perfectly mimic her mother's, and her outfit also matched except that it was black rather than red. I guess one way to describe it would be like looking at twins, though with Aless's marginally slimmer figure and younger face it was more akin to seeing the same woman at both 18 and 40 - and she was a knockout at any age.

I realised I'd been standing there with my mouth agape for about 30 seconds when both mother and daughter burst out laughing. The receptionist was also grinning, and even the pretty blonde coat-check girl managed a small smile despite being in some discomfort (I discovered later that Julia had given her the same treatment as on our first visit, with similar consequences). Julia swayed towards me. "I take it you approve, Mr. Wright?"

"I, er... that is, um, I... wow," was about the best I could do.

Aless now walked over, mimicking her mother's exaggerated sexual swagger perfectly. "We've been thinking about doing this for a few months, freak everyone out a bit, but the opportunity never really came up before now," she said. "Plus we thought you might... appreciate it."

"Well, I can honestly say if you wanted to freak people out, those outfits would certainly do it," I replied, trying to recover what tiny vestige of cool I could.

Aless swatted my arm. "No, not the underwear, the hair and makeup! What do you think, really?"

"Incredible, just incredible. I keep thinking you two will run out of ways to surprise me, and then you do something like this..." I took a step back and gave them a thorough look up and down. "Both of you look spectacular. I must have been very bad in a previous life to deserve you."

Aless smiled delightedly and kissed me. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and I up to caress her neck. After a few seconds she came up for air. Julia pouted. "Hey, it's my turn," she said mock-sulkily. What a hard life, I thought as she pressed her lips hard against mine, being fought over by such beautiful women!

The receptionist handed Aless and Julia their collars and we made our way into the Club. It was quite full, most of the booths and tables already occupied. I scanned the room for a free spot when a loud voice barked, "Wright! Over here!" I turned to see Edgecombe gesturing from a large semi-circular couch across the room. He was stripped to the waist, his trousers open with a slim young brunette in French maid uniform kneeling before him, his cock buried in her throat. We strolled over, me leading the girls by their leashes.

"Hello Edgecombe," I said. "May I introduce my partner Julia Brighton and her daughter Alessandra Brigton."

I could see he was impressed by my companions. "Delighted, simply delighted." He tapped the maid on the shoulder. "Run along, would you Jemma? I'm sure I'll see you later." Slightly reluctantly she stood and left, not getting far before a group of young guys beckoned her over. In about a minute her mouth was full of hard cock again.

Aless licked her lips and gazed at Edgecombe's erection. "May I?"

"Please do, young lady," her replied, smiling - or at least as close to smiling as I'd ever seen him get. To Julia he said, "Such good manners; my dear, you are to be commenahhhhhhh..." the rest of the sentence was lost in a delighted gasp as Aless's expert tongue caressed his cock.

I sat, Julia sliding between the two of us. "Thank you," she purred. "Dan had some very complimentary things to say about your own daughters. Are they with you tonight?" Edgecombe gestured towards the stage. There were the twins, Carly and Fliss, facing each other naked with their hands tied behind their backs. They were connected by painful-looking nipple clamps joined by strong black cords. They were apparently trying to drag each other across a line drawn down the centre of the stage, the clamps pulling viciously at their breasts. The victor would be the one who could stand the excruciating sensations the longest. At the front of the stage a large group of men was betting furiously on who would win. Both girls wore agonised but nevertheless determined expressions.




Digital Spy Ch. 10



Julia was nudging me furiously. "Do you know who they are?!" she hissed.

"Um, yes, they're Edgecombe's twins."

She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I mean. That's Lady Carlotta Edgecombe and Lady Felicity Edgecombe. They're in the news all the time - examples of those tearaway minor royals that the tabloids love."

"I'm not a big tabloid reader," I whispered back, "and the papers don't know the half of it. So that must make Edgecombe a royal too."

Fortunately Edgecombe was too lost in the magnificent blowjob Aless was administering to care what we were saying. "Yes," said Julia, "He's like the Queen's fifth cousin or something. VERY rich."

"Ohh... ahhh... good lord, I... ahhhh!" Edgecombe came noisily in Aless's mouth. Expertly she swallowed without losing a drop and licked her lips happily.

"Thank you very much, Sir," She said, "that was lovely." She sat on Edgecombe's far side, leaving him sandwiched between her and Julia.

"What happens to the winner?" I asked him when he'd caught his breath.

"She gets to fuck the loser any way she likes with the Club's fine selection of toys," he replied decisively. "Teach them a bit of discipline - had it far too easy, those two."

"That must really hurt," said Aless in a small voice.

Edgecombe slipped a protective arm around her shoulders. "Oh, it's not the sort of thing you should worry about trying, my dear," he said much more warmly than I'd ever heard him say anything. He cupped one of her breasts through the thin lace of her basque. "These are far too pretty to treat in such a fashion." Aless, it seemed, had an admirer.

I glanced around the large room, enjoying the various depraved acts going on. In the far corner I thought I recognised a face, and sure enough it was Carstairs. He caught my eye and gave me a cheery wave, never missing a stroke as he hammered into the girl on all fours before him. I could only make out her ass, but from the skin colour I guessed it was Imani. There appeared to be another guy underneath her, pounding into her cunt as Carstairs presumably serviced her asshole.

There was a chorus of ragged cheers and groans from the stage, where Carly had just succeeded in pulling Fliss across the line. The losing twin screamed in anger and pain as one of the Club's ever-present bouncers gently unbound her sister's wrists and gingerly removed the nipple clamps. Another bouncer was busy detaching the cords from Fliss's breasts while leaving the clamps in place, fixing heavy-looking lead weights to the now-empty hooks. He then pushed her to her knees and fastened a leg-spreading pole between her ankles with thick leather cuffs. Meanwhile a couple of the Club's other girls had wheeled out a large chest, full almost to overflowing with vibrators, dildoes and toys of every size and shape. Carly selected a large strap-on, about ten inches long and two in diameter, with a (slightly) smaller second phallus protruding from the top. One of the girls offered her a bottle of lube but she waved it away with a wicked smirk.

Carly pushed her sister forward until she was resting on her knees and shoulders, her ass sticking high into the air. Carly knelt behind her, positioning the hard rubber shafts against her twin's tight pussy and puckered asshole. Fliss bit her lip and whimpered as Carly forced her way in. Carly grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Fliss's head back. "You're a fucking loser!" she spat into Fliss's ear. "Say it! You're a fucking loser!"

"I'm a... fucking loser," Fliss all but wept.

"LOUDER!" snarled her sister.

"I'M A FUCKING LOSER!!!" she screamed. Several guys from the betting crowd had climbed up onstage and were kneeling around Fliss's head, jerking their cocks over her face and hair. Still more were yelling at Carly to fuck her harder.

I glanced across to Edgecombe, who had freed Aless's breasts from their lacy cups and was gently caressing them. She had one spiked heel up on a low table and had a hand under her thong, rubbing her pussy slowly. "Hello," came a familiar cheery voice. It was Carstairs, now approaching with Imani and another man, presumably the third layer of their sandwich. All three were unselfconsciously naked. "Dan, good to see you old boy! And the delightful Miss Brighton! Is this your charming daughter? Capital!" Carstairs' bizarre speech patterns were given an even more surreal air thanks to his lack of clothing. He was remarkably fit, wiry but muscular and without an ounce of fat anywhere about his frame. I guessed this was probably a benefit of his shady military background. The other man was balding and rather heavier. "Miss Brighton - may I Call you Julia? Marvellous - this is George. He's a huge fan of your picture shows, eh? Haha!"

Julia stood and gave the newcomer a lingering kiss. He went bright red to the roots of his hair, and stammered something unintelligible. There was something familiar about him, but everyone's nudity was somewhat off-putting. I tried to imagine him wearing a suit or something, and then it dawned on me; he was a senior cabinet minister, one I'd seen on the evening news ranting about 'family values' more than once. Julia had clearly clocked who he was straight away, and was playing up to him for all she was worth. "It's SO nice to meet a fan," she was saying seductively, running a finger across his cheek. I thought he was going to have a coronary.

I moved over to a smaller, empty couch on the other side of our booth, and Imani sat next to me. She had on a curly metallic blue wig and matching heels, with sapphire-studded bars through the piercings in her nipples and clit. "Busy in here tonight, huh?" she said, cuddling up to me.

I slipped an arm around her shoulders. "It's bedlam. But in a good way."

"So, I hear I'm a star of your website too."

"I, er, ahh..." I fumbled. Imani laughed.

"Don't panic. I don't mind, in fact it's a hell of a turn-on. Carstairs showed me, but I figured as much when you suggested we fuck in the office. You are a surveillance guru after all."

"So, do you think Max knows as well?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I think she suspects, but I doubt you have much to worry about. From what I can see she'll do whatever you and the Missus" - she nodded at Julia, who was now on her knees with the Minister's cock between her lips - "tell her to."

Carstairs joined us, sitting on the other side of Imani. "Hello you two. Enjoying yourself, Dan? Good show."

"Yes, thanks boss. I never quite know what to expect in here, but I certainly didn't think I'd be seeing half the New Year's Honours list."

Carstairs grinned. "It's like I keep saying, old fellow. You're part of a very select group now. These people are rich or powerful enough to have their every whim catered to, and that's exactly what you're doing. People like Edgecombe and the Minister there can show their gratitude in a multitude of ways, what? You might just want to obscure some of the more famous faces before setting your next lot of masterpieces loose on the world, eh?"

"I was probably going to leave him off altogether," I said, indicating the Minister who was now reclining on the couch as Julia bounced on his lap, her tight ass wrapped around his cock. Next to her Aless was similarly impaled on Edgecombe's tool. I shook my head in wonder at the sight of these two extraordinarily similar women being fucked so wantonly, and Julia winked at me.

Carstairs was laughing. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, old chap. He'll be lording it over his Cabinet colleagues for months once they find out he did it with their favourite bit of crumpet, eh? Haha!"

"You do know that the two Ladies Edgecombe are already on there, don't you?" I said, a little nervously. He waved dismissively.

"If it got out that they were giving each other a good old seeing-to on the Internet they'd just be even more popular with the gutter press, dear boy. Not that it will; we have some very amusing information collected on the Fleet Street proprietors. And if we don't have it, we can manufacture it. In fact I must show you around the evidence shop next week, it's a hoot. If you think what people do with their personal computers these days, imagine what WE can do..."

Carstairs launched into a long and rambling (but also very funny) anecdote about some faked photos, the French foreign minister and a zebra. I sat back and let the sights and sounds of the Club wash over me. Carly had finished with Fliss, who was still pinned to the floor and being repeatedly molested by a steady stream of men from the crowd. Julia and Aless were now facing each other on all fours across the length of the couch, kissing tenderly as the Minister and Edgecombe fucked them from behind. Imani leaned close and whispered to me, "do you want to check out one of the private booths?"

I nodded, and she led me through a discreet doorway in one corner. We entered a plush, dimly lit room full of large, wide chairs, each one having a high back with sturdy wooden handrails running across above the cushion. The chairs were widely spaced so that even though a few were occupied there was a certain degree of privacy. Imani gently pushed me back into a seat and began to dance. She moved sensuously around me, stepping each side of me on the chair and grasping the handrails overhead to brush her body against mine. Her hands expertly began to unbutton my clothes and I slipped out of them dreamily, until I was naked and Imani had my engorged cock in her hand. She stroked it gently as she moved, never losing her rhythm. Eventually when I almost couldn't stand any more, she placed a knee either side of me and guided my hard shaft into her delightful tightness. She moved against me slowly, tiny, sharp points of pain scratching against my chest as her sapphire-studded breasts pressed into me. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, me lifting her thighs and lowering her again slowly until my pubic hair rubbed against her bare skin.

She squeezed me firmly with her pussy as she rode my cock, and in this way I came, her body pressed against my chest. We lay motionless for a few minutes until she raised herself, a bouncer materialising as if from nowhere with warm, damp towels. Someone had also hung my discarded clothes neatly on a hangar. We wandered back out into the main part of the Club to discover the numbers had thinned out a little. Our party ware all naked, relaxing and drinking champagne cocktails. The twins had joined the group and seemed to be getting on famously with Aless, who was pretty close to their age. She was obviously delighted to be chatting with the subjects of many a teen gossip magazine, while they were apparently fascinated by her similarity to her Mum. Julia was continuing to lavish attention on the Minister, who was lapping it up.

Edgecombe turned to me as I sat. "Young Alessandra tells me you're into cars. Bit of a car buff myself, hmm?" I told him about my woes looking for the supertax bracket version of a family saloon, which he seemed to find highly amusing. I began to realise that he had a good, if very dry, sense of humour buried under that prickly exterior.

Aless suddenly worked her way into Edgecombe's lap. "Surrounded by gorgeous naked girls and you're talking about cars? Men!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. Both Edgecombe and I laughed, and he apologised profusely. He asked if she would be interested in exploring the private booths, and they quickly headed for the door. Julia caught my eye grinning as she led the Minister and Carstairs in the same direction.

I looked at the remnants of the party. "Hmm, two gorgeous twins, a sexy black exotic dancer, and me. What could possibly happen with a combination like that?"

For the rest of the evening I enjoyed slow, leisurely fucks with all the girls in our group. The other men and I knew we wouldn't be able to come each time so we paced ourselves, concentrating more on making the women climax as much as we could. I saved my final load for the end of the night, which featured me alternating between Aless and Julia. I erupted into their mouths, both of them sharing what little load I had left in a long, lingering kiss. After we'd tidied ourselves up and dressed (at least as much as the girls' lack of outfits would allow) we said our goodbyes. I shook hands with the Minister, reassuring him that he'd soon be featured in a Digital Spy dot com movie of his own. I was careful to explain that we'd be sure and obscure his face, but he didn't seem too concerned about that as long as his time with Julia was available to show off. Carstairs also quietly asked me for an unedited version because, as he said, "you never know, eh what?"

*****

I slept late into Sunday until Julia and Aless shook me awake. "Come ON! Get up!" yelled Aless. "Come and see!"

"See what?" I replied blearily, slipping into a pair of shorts. I was led downstairs. Julia handed me a thick padded envelope, which I opened to find a set of car keys. Intrigued I looked out of the window and the car nerd in me turned a little somersault. Sitting outside the house was a jet-black Mercedes E-Class. Even without getting too close I could make out details that revealed this was no standard Merc; it had been turned into a fire-breathing V12, twin turbo 200mph monster by German tuning company Brabus. They were hellishly expensive and the waiting list was as long as my arm. Hell, both arms!

I shook the envelope again and a note fell out. It read, "To Dan, Julia and especially Alessandra; in appreciation of a wonderful night. E."

Carstairs was right; they really did know how to show their appreciation.

*****

I showered and dressed quickly, eager to try out my new toy. When I finally got outside Aless was already waiting, all but bouncing up and down with excitement in the passenger seat. She had tied her now-curly auburn hair into two schoolgirl bunches, and looked gorgeous. In spite of the cold She was only wearing a thin cotton top, white Daisy Dukes and Nikes; probably why the heating was on full blast. I settled back into the sandy-coloured leather seat (Brabus had replaced the car's trim with a luxurious new custom made interior) and twisted the key in the ignition. The V12 roared, turbos hissing like scalded snakes. I let it drop to an idle.

"Mum isn't coming?" I asked.

Aless shook her head. "She said she had some things to check on, she wouldn't say what." Her eyes narrowed conspiratorially. "It's to do with that girl from her office, isn't it?"

I shrugged. "I'm as in the dark as you are. I have a feeling that the results will be pretty interesting though."

Aless stroked the leather and composite console, an excited gleam in her eye. "Where shall we go?

I cleared my throat. "Well, I was watching your slumber party movie yesterday, and I couldn't help, ah, noticing, one of your friends..."

"I bet it was Ginny, wasn't it?" she interrupted. "I had a feeling you'd like her. Let's go and take her for a ride!"

Aless pointed me in the right direction and I pulled away, the black, menacing shape of the car moving like a shark through the rest of the traffic. Aless flipped open her Razar and called ahead, laughing as she told Ginny I had something to show her. She directed me into Isleworth, a suburb to the west of the City, and we soon pulled up outside a modern, three-storey town house. Ginny came bounding out almost immediately, yelling a goodbye to somebody inside. Her long brown hair was blowing behind her, and even buried in a thick puffer jacket she looked great. Underneath she had a low-cut peasant blouse and a rather flouncy denim skirt, with her legs disappearing into a pair of those large furry boots that look like something out of 'One Million Years BC.'


She slid into the back seat. "Wow, cool car! Hi Aless, love your hair! Hello Mr. Wright."

"Please call me Dan," I said with my most winning smile. "Fancy a drive?" I reversed back to the main road, not heading anywhere in particular but just enjoying having two incredibly hot teenage girls in my shiny new supercar. I couldn't help smiling as I realised I was living the mid-life crisis dream.

Aless was talking about their slumber party. "So I told Dan how you can come just from somebody touching your nipples," she said conversationally.

"You BITCH!" screamed Ginny. "I can't believe you said that!" You think that's bad, I thought, wait until you find out the whole thing's available on the Internet for a modest monthly fee.

"I also mentioned you said he was hot," Aless smirked. Ginny remained silent, but blushed furiously.

"Don't worry Ginny," I said. "If it's any consolation I'm amazed to find one of Aless's friends who's as gorgeous as she is." That brought a smile and a timid thank you.

"So where shall we go?" asked Aless. "Anything good happening around here?"

Ginny seemed to consider this for a moment. "There is one place I've heard about..." She hesitated. "It's a car park."

Aless looked blank. "Why would we want to go to a car park?"

"Well, I heard my brother and his friends talking about it, and they said it's a well-known spot for, um... Dogging."

"For what?" asked Aless.

"Dogging," I replied. "It's a name for people having sex in their cars, in public places. It's a big underground scene, supposedly. People - normally guys - go to watch, and sometimes join in with the couples in the cars."

"Well I'm game," laughed Aless, and Ginny gave me directions. On the way I pulled into a Texaco garage, ostensibly to fill up. While there I wandered around the car, looking like I was just stroking the bodywork admiringly but actually leaving bugs at key points. I carried on the performance inside, until the whole interior was being filmed by multiple cameras. Soon we found ourselves in a run-down area of nearby Hounslow, pulling up to a disused workshop of some kind. It was surrounded by a high brick wall, broken down in places but still mostly intact, and covered with unpleasant graffiti.

We drove around a corner and approached an opening in the wall, which presumably once had a gate across it. The gate was gone, but a burly, shaven-headed man with a map of scars criss-crossing his face blocked our way. He was obviously rather surprised to see something like a Brabus in such a rough part of town, and seemed to be about to turn us away. But as soon as he saw Aless and Ginny he apparently changed his mind, staring intently at them as he waved us through the gateway.

In one corner of the yard we saw a crowd of about 30 men surrounding a couple of cars. They parted as we pulled in next to the closest, a rusted old Escort. It rocked drunkenly as a middle-aged, somewhat overweight couple vigorously rutted inside, clearly enjoying the attention. Beyond them was a newish Toyota with a younger, middle-eastern looking man and woman inside. He sat in the driver's seat as she leaned over and sucked his cock, while one of the crowd fucked her from behind through the open door. A couple of others stood nearby apparently waiting their turn. That seemed to be the rule: if the doors were closed you could watch, but once they opened you were free to join in.

Aless looked unimpressed. "Lets give them a REAL show," she said, stripping off her top. In a swift motion she removed her shorts and thong, then waved to the guys who were now looking in our direction. Several of them wandered towards the car as, propping one foot up on the window edge, she began playing with herself dramatically. The guys were mesmerised as Aless rubbed her pussy in wide, circular motions with the fingers of one hand, pinching and pulling her nipples and moaning loudly.

From the back seat I could hear Ginny breathing heavily. I tuned to see she was staring as if hypnotised at Aless's performance, eyes flicking from the masturbating girl to the men watching. Most of them had taken out their cocks and were wanking as they watched the show. Aless leaned back and said, "Ginny, take off your clothes. Daddy, I want you to fuck her while they watch."




Digital Spy Ch. 10



"Anything for my special girl," I said, reclining the seat as far as it would go. Rather clumsily I clambered into the back, where Ginny had just about struggled free of her large coat. That was fine with me - I wanted to savour undressing her. Gathering the voluptuous teen in my arms I kissed her, her lips parting to eagerly accept my probing tongue. I squeezed each breast in turn through her blouse and bra, and she gasped into my mouth. I slipped my hand down slowly, over her stomach and down the curve of one thigh until I found bare skin below her skirt. She pressed her hands into my chest as I pushed the skirt upwards, expecting to encounter the material of her underwear.

It wasn't there - Ginny was going commando. I could feel her mouth curve into a smile against mine as my fingertips brushed the sensitive skin, knowing that she'd surprised me a little. I broke our kiss. "Put your feet up on the seats and spread your legs," I ordered, and Ginny complied. With one boot resting next to Aless's head and the other on the back of the driver's seat, she parted her thighs wide. I pushed the skirt up around her waist and used my fingers to part her cunt lips, revealing the pink delight within to our audience. She was soaked - I was secretly glad she was sitting on her discarded coat, otherwise the brand new leather would be in danger of a drenching. Not that it would have stopped me as I inserted two fingers into her pussy. She moaned loudly and writhed against the seat.

The guys outside crowded in closer and even Aless was spellbound, watching us in the rear-view mirror as she stroked her clit. "Take off your blouse and bra while I finger-fuck you," I whispered into Ginny. She pulled frantically at the buttons of her blouse, popping two of them off in her haste. Her bra, a pale blue lacy front-fastener, quickly followed. As soon as her glorious nipples were exposed I closed my mouth over one, sucking on it hard. She wailed with delight, bucking against the seat as I slurped and bit at the oversensitive bud. My fingers flew in and out of her slick pussy faster as almost immediately her orgasm hit like a train crash, her hands beating wildly on the roof of the car.

This was enough to set Aless off too, and she arched in the front seat with three fingers buried in her pussy. In fact the only person that hadn't come yet was me. I undid my jeans and guided Ginny's shaking hand to my crotch. She was slumped against me, trembling all over as the aftermath of her orgasm subsided. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone come quite as powerfully as Ginny, and wondered if I could get her off even harder. She had started to regain her senses a little, stroking my cock as she manoeuvred down to take it in her mouth. I guessed she hadn't given too many blowjobs, but any technique she lacked was made up for by her enthusiasm for the task. She almost deep-throated me a couple of times, only stopping because it became obvious she couldn't quite overcome the urge to gag yet.

I felt a chill in the car and looked up to where Aless has lowered her window, and was enthusiastically sucking some guy's cock through the gap. She didn't appear to be about to fuck any of them, but several men had gathered around the window, cocks in hand - obviously hoping to be the next recipient of a masterful teenage blowjob.

I pulled Ginny into my lap, guiding my hard member into her soaking wet cunt. I gripped around her waist and thrust upwards, slowly at first until she got used to the sensations from my cock pounding her. I looked over in time to see the first guy stiffen as he emptied his balls into Aless's mouth - she didn't let so much as a drop slip from between her lips. No sooner had he stepped away than another cock poked through the window. Aless swallowed theatrically before kissing the head, swirling her tongue around it.

Ginny was now bouncing on my cock under her own steam, groaning and sighing with each thrust. I gently caressed her smoothly-curved ass as, with a grunt, the second guy unloaded in Aless's mouth. Quickly a third and then after him a fourth stepped in. Watching this procession of strangers fill her best friend's mouth with load after load of semen was having as much of an effect on Ginny as my cock in her pussy. I had a feeling she wasn't far from another orgasm, and reached up to squeeze and pinch her nipples. She squeaked a little at this sudden assault, but I could tell from her increased rhythm that it was only making her hotter.

A minute or two later, when Ginny came for the second time, I carried on pulling the hard buds and slamming upwards into her cunt. I refused to let up as the orgasm continued to wash over her. Desperately but with weak hands she tried to push my hands away from her over-stimulated breasts, but I wouldn't let go. For a full two or three minutes I managed to sustain her climax, her head whipping back and forth and her body vibrating, her voice disappearing into silent squeals. Eventually she collapsed against my shoulder and whispered in a tiny voice, "please... no more..." But I held on for a few seconds longer, until gasping I shot my own load deep into her cunt. Only then did I reluctantly release my grip on her breasts. Aless meanwhile had swallowed some seven or eight mouthfuls, and with a regretful wave to the members of the audience who she hadn't managed to service, closed the window.

After we had cleaned up as best we could we drove out of the car park, to a small cheer from the assembled crowd. Ginny was lying across the back seat, an arm across her face. "I'm exhausted," she moaned in a small voice.

"I think we passed a McDonald's drive-through on the way over," I said. "Would some food help?" Ginny nodded gratefully. I looked over to Aless in the passenger seat. "How about you love, up for a burger?"

Aless nodded, but looked a little queasy. "Just one thing; no milkshakes, OK?"

As wiped out as she was, even Ginny couldn't help laughing.

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Digital Spy Ch. 11



Many thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback on the ongoing adventures of Dan and co. To those of you who emailed me direct, I've tried to reply to everyone but if I forgot you, it wasn't deliberate! I appreciate all of your kind comments very much.

Sorry for the delay on this chapter and the fact that it's fairly short. I was about halfway through when something major went wrong at work and since then I haven't had much time or energy to write. Hopefully I'm back on track now.

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The following week went by relatively uneventfully. Monday morning saw Max and Imani giving their second round of motivational blowjobs, both looking dynamite in smart business suits that were tight in all the right places. They were careful to swallow so as not to let their clothes get messed up, though Max insisted on working through most of the morning with some of Dominic's escaped come drying around her luscious glossed lips. The scheme was turning out to be a runaway success; by 4pm Monday the team had already finished about a week's worth of work.

Ginny suddenly found excuses to be over at our house every night. Somehow I doubted her parents would be quite so keen if they knew the 'big project' she and Aless were working on was me. I was taking vitamins, had changed my diet to get more slow-release carbs and started a new cardio routine in the gym, but I was still having trouble keeping up with the needs of Julia, Aless and now Ginny. Luckily for me they were all easy on me, quite happy to satisfy each other when I finally had to surrender. Ginny was a little freaked out the first time that Julia joined her, Aless and I in bed, but soon came around when she discovered how good Julia's expert tongue felt applied to her hair-trigger nipples.

My biggest concern was making sure everything was organised for our big move over to the new apartment. Much of Julia's furniture was staying behind for when she rented out the house, so I had time to get the new bed and some of my stuff from storage shipped over. I also arranged a little extra parking space since I now had a brand new Brabus to house along with the Murcielago, Aless's Mini Cooper and Julia's BMW Z4. I took Friday afternoon off to make sure everything had been completed satisfactorily, missing Imani and Max's incentive fuck session with the team. I was disappointed but didn't really have the spare energy to join in much anyway, and I could check out the footage later.

The apartment looked terrific with furniture in, even if my bachelor style clashed a little with Julia's more homely approach. While overseeing the last few items being brought in I met our next-door neighbour, a voluptuous Indian girl named Mallika who looked like she should be the lead in a Bollywood movie. She was returning from the gym, large breasts almost escaping from a tight grey sports bra, when we got chatting in the corridor. We were still there when the new bed was brought in, and I saw Mallika's dark eyes widen when she noticed the hinges and padlocks at the top and bottom. Fortunately she seemed more intrigued than shocked, smirking sexily as she asked to 'take a closer look sometime.'

With everything sorted at that end (and the usual stack of cameras hidden everywhere) I steered the Brabus back to Julia's to help with packing up some of her stuff. It was around 4.30 when I got back and she was still at the office, but a couple of muscular removal guys were being shown around by Aless, while Ginny just enjoyed the view. I got the distinct impression that the girls were having fun teasing the two hunks - for one thing Ginny kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and I caught a flash of bare pussy under her short schoolgirl skirt. The guys were loving it, or at least they were until they noticed me. One of them looked like he'd been caught groping a nun, the other blushed furiously and began seriously studying the packing crates they'd brought. I caught Aless's eye and winked. "Everything under control, girls?" I asked innocently.

In her best butter-wouldn't-melt voice Aless said, "Yes thank you Daddy. We were just showing these big strong men what needs to be packed up. I wasn't sure though," she hopped up onto a chair, stretching up to gesture at some ornament on a high bookshelf, "is this going?" The ornament was irrelevant of course, she just wanted to flash her naked ass at the guys. I could see both of them desperately trying to look without me noticing, as Aless jumped back down (her skirt whipping up to reveal a momentary glimpse of shaved pussy).

"I don't think so, love," I replied, somehow suppressing a grin. "I'll go and stick the kettle on, shall I?" Somehow I contained my laughter until I made it to the kitchen.

If Aless and Ginny had been teasing before, now that the guys were afraid to look they became merciless. Aless hiked up her skirt even further and got Ginny to do the same, then both of them started 'helping' to move things around. They were bending over in front of the guys, thighs spread just far enough to reveal the moist peaches of their cunts each time. I made sure I was 'supervising' as closely as possible, enjoying both the view and the guys' discomfort. But eventually the workmen were about to move some heavy crates and I didn't want a back injury on my conscience, so I shooed the girls upstairs - they made sure to give one last flash as they bounded up the staircase.

As soon as the guys had packed up their truck and left (no doubt to jerk off as soon as possible) the girls came skipping back down, laughing. "You two are wicked," I said sternly.

"Oooh," shivered Aless, looking a little nervous, "does that mean we have to be punished?"

"I'm afraid it does," I replied, removing my belt. "You know what to do." Aless did; she undid her school tie and dropped to her knees, hands clasped behind her back. "You too, Ginny," I told the busty teen, "you did the crime so now you have to take the punishment."

"Aless? What..?" stammered Ginny.

"Do it!" hissed Aless. "Don't make it worse!"

Ginny nervously copied Aless, removing her tie and dropping to her knees. I moved behind Aless and bound her wrists securely with her tie. I quickly moved on to Ginny, enjoying her gasp of shock as I pulled her wrists together tightly to secure them. I wasn't actually going to hurt her - well, nothing permanent - but she didn't know that and her fear was a huge turn-on. Aless had realised this straight away, but quite apart from reassuring her friend she began playing the victim to the hilt. "Please don't use your belt this time, Daddy," she whimpered. "I was only teasing them."

I put on my sternest Master voice. "Yes, but you wanted to fuck them, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"

"No! I swear, I didn't, I was just playing." She was going for an Oscar, it seemed, a crocodile tear rolling down her face. "Anyway, it was Ginny's idea! SHE told me to do it! SHE wanted to fuck them! Punish HER!"

"NO!" wailed Ginny in genuine terror. "I didn't... Aless said it would be fun! I would never... I'm sorry! I'm sorry Dan, please don't..."

As she said my name I squeezed my belt into a loop and cracked the two sides together, causing a very satisfying, loud snap. Ginny jumped and shut up instantly - Aless also jumped but I could tell she was just doing it to further petrify her friend. Very quietly I said, "you are to refer to me as Master, and by no other name, or you will be punished even harder. I am going to teach you a lesson, and you will thank me for every strike of this belt on your skin, do you understand?"

Ginny didn't know what to say. "I... I'm..." she gasped, tears now rolling freely down her cheeks.

I snapped the belt again. "Seeing as you do not know how to take your punishment properly, I will first have to demonstrate on Alessandra. I want you to consider that the punishment she is about to get is your fault." I leaned down to Aless and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her breasts to Ginny. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. I squeezed her right breast in one hand, making her whimper softly. I pulled her nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed lightly, but made sure it looked like I was putting maximum effort into it.

Aless picked up on this immediately, screaming "AAAAAHHHH!!!!! NO PLEASE DADDY, IT HUUURTS!!!"

I tried to do my best stone-cold killer impression. I doubt it was very good but Ginny was too scared to notice. "WHAT did you call me?"

"I'm sorry Master, thank you Master," wailed Aless.

I shook my head. "An extra three lashes, I think." I made a major performance of raising the belt above my head and bringing it down viciously across Aless's breasts, though in fact I barely touched her. But from her reaction you'd think the flesh was being flayed from her bones.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" she screamed, collapsing backwards. "Thank you master," she wept, laying it on as thick as she could. I continued to 'beat' her where she lay, hands twisted behind her. I could see Ginny flinching with every scream and sob from Aless, and when I thought she could stand it no longer I stopped. Aless lay on the floor shaking and crying as I stroked the belt. If Ginny had been thinking clearly she would have noticed only the slightest of welts across Aless's skin, but she was in the grip of panic and all that registered to her were Aless's cries of pain. I reached down and started undoing the blouse that was stretched across her huge boobs. I noticed she too had nipples that were trying to tear holes in the fabric.

She looked up at me pleadingly as I raised my arm to strike - and then Aless blew it. She couldn't contain herself any longer and began laughing to split her sides, which set me off. Ginny looked at us uncomprehending as I doubled over, my turn to have tears running down my cheeks. "Ohh, Ginny, I'm sorry," I managed when I could catch a breath. "That was really cruel. I just couldn't resist." And, I added to myself, my cock was like a concrete post seeing how terrified you were.

Ginny went from relieved to angry in about a nanosecond. She pouted, shooting daggers at Aless who was still laughing. The pout just turned me on more. There was something else too. It looked like... no, it couldn't be; disappointment. "You are such a cow, Alessandra," Ginny said softly.

I untied Aless and she hugged Ginny, who was still bound. "I'm sorry babe, that was rotten of us wasn't it? I wasn't sure if Daddy meant it or not."

"You mean he actually does that? Ties you up and beats you?" asked Ginny incredulously.

"Well, not like that, it's just playing really. Nothing that hurts too badly." Aless licked her lips. "But a little bit of pain is nice sometimes. Mum loves it; sometimes she and Daddy pretend she's home by herself and he's broken in, and he ties her up and tortures her a bit and then 'rapes' her... Mmmmm," she was purring, "Daddy hasn't done that to me yet, but he's promised to, haven't you Daddy?"

I bent to untie Ginny. "I have to wait until you've forgotten, it'll be more fun when you're not expecting it."

"Er, hold on Dan. I mean Master. You don't have to untie me if you don't want to," Ginny said shyly. "I'd like to try, um, being punished. Not too hard!" she added quickly.

Aless reached under Ginny's skirt. "My God, Daddy, she's dripping! She was turned on when she thought you were really hurting me!" She pushed her wet fingers into Ginny's mouth. "Bitch, you liked seeing me being whipped half to death, didn't you?" Ginny nodded, hungrily slurping her juices from Aless's fingers.

"OK, Ginny, you asked for it. Aless, go round behind her and hold those beautiful tits out." Aless pressed her delectable body into Ginny's back, cupping her breasts and lifting them to make a better target. Ginny moaned as I aimed the belt at her right breast. I struck harder than I had on Aless, though not so hard as to really hurt her. Even so she jumped, breasts jiggling delightfully in Aless's hands, and she gasped "thank you Master!" She thanked me again as I brought the belt down on her left breast, slightly harder, and then again on her right, harder still. My aim was slightly off with the fourth blow, and the rough underside of the belt snapped down across her nipple.

Boom. Ginny's back arched as if she'd been electrocuted and she pushed back against Aless, an orgasm tearing into her with all the force of a tornado. Her breasts shook wildly in Aless's hands as her body spasmed, and tiny droplets of moisture flew from her pussy to spatter against her thighs. A strangled cry escaped from her throat as for a moment her breathing stopped. For a second I was worried, but she soon slumped back down onto her knees. "Wow," I murmured to myself, and Aless obviously felt the same. She was still holding Ginny's breasts out like some kind of wanton sacrifice, and she looked up at me, nodding slightly; do it.

It was a mean thing to do, but I had to know. I lifted the belt above my head and snapped it down over Ginny's other nipple.

Double boom. Instantly the tornado struck again, Ginny screeching in pain and ecstasy, thin streams of liquid running down her inner thighs as her cunt went into overdrive. Aless bit her earlobe and flicked her fingers over the abused nubs, prolonging the unbearable sensations that were racing through Ginny's small body. Aless relented eventually and slowly Ginny began to come down from the heights of pleasure that were ravaging her, collapsing against Aless's chest. "Ooooohhhhhhh nnnooooo..." she wailed, her body bathed in sweat, rivulets running down her face and dripping onto her breasts. She gasped in air, exhaling with quiet moans as Aless gently traced a fingernail around each of her dark areolas. 

I really shouldn't have. It was one of the most evil things I've ever done. But then Ginny did say she wanted to be tortured. I pulled the belt back like a child with a slingshot, then cracked it sideways as hard as I could across both of her nipples.

If her first two orgasms had been a tornado, this one was a supernova. She twisted like a scalded cat, tendons standing out all over her perfect body. Her eyes rolled back to the whites and saliva flicked from her mouth. But that was nothing compared to the torrent from her cunt, juices arcing like a fountain over her thighs. Her chest worked frantically, trying to draw in oxygen. Aless actually had to hold on to her to prevent her throwing herself across the room, and with a tortured rip her school tie split apart as her arms shot out rigidly at her sides. As her breath finally caught she let out an unearthly scream, finally slipping out of Aless's sweat-slicked hands and collapsing on her side on the floor.

Aless protectively cuddled up to her, stroking her disarrayed blonde hair. "It's OK, babe, no more," she whispered into her friend's ear. I sat down heavily on the couch, absolutely stunned. I had never seen anyone come like Ginny just had, an orgasm that seemed to reach from the tips of her hair to the ends of her toes. I looked down dumbly at the belt in my hand, putting it down gingerly as if it was a lethal weapon.

I got Ginny some water and Aless gently bathed her face and body with a cool flannel. Her ragged breathing began to slow and she managed to sit up, propped against the base of the couch. "Un... believable," she eventually managed in a hoarse voice. "I'll be... stiff tomorrow."

"Are you OK?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

She nodded. "That was the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me."

It took Ginny a little while to recover, but before long she was sitting on the sofa, sipping water surrounded by a sort of satisfied glow. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest as it rose and fell almost hypnotically. She had a new, older expression on her face, giving me the feeling that she'd crossed a line in her mind and now there was no going back.

I turned to Aless. "And what about you, young lady? Can you take that sort of punishment?"

Ginny piped up, "Yeah, Al, it seems only fair. You were happy to watch me take it."

Aless looked a little unsure of herself. "Well, I suppose... I doubt I'll come just from having my boobs whipped, though."

I grinned. "Not a problem. Ginny, I want to show you something. Aless, take off the rest of your clothes and lie back on the footstool."

Aless did as she was told silently, and now her expression was distinctly fearful. Once she was positioned to my satisfaction on Julia's large leather-bound footstool, I picked up Aless's tie and the remnants of the other. "Check this out," I said to Ginny who had come to stand next to me, having also divested her remaining clothes. I tightly lashed Aless's wrists inside her ankles, left to left and right to right. She was now bound helplessly on her back, upper arms squeezing her breasts together while the position of her forearms kept her legs apart. Her pussy was splayed and wet, a tiny trickle of moisture running down to her tightly puckered asshole.

"Now," I said, handing the buckle end of the belt to Ginny, "there are other places to beat instead of her breasts."

Ginny smiled, lifting the belt up above her head. With perfect aim, she brought it whistling down to slap against Aless's exposed pussy. "Yoooowww!!!" shrieked the helpless girl, writhing against her bonds.

"Cool!" smiled Ginny, raising her arm again and flicking another sharp blow between Aless's thighs.

"Ahhhh! NO!!" she cried, tears springing to her eyes as Ginny rained down one stinging strike after another onto her pussy and thighs.

"Don't neglect her tits," I instructed, and Ginny obliged by aiming several lashes across Aless's chest, raising bright red welts across the skin of her breasts. Aless was sobbing and begging for Ginny to stop but her pussy was saturated, beads of her fluid flying from the belt as it spitefully beat her cunt. Her clitoris was standing out like a tiny gold nugget, and Ginny was doing her best to catch it each time. I held up a hand. "That's enough. Now," I knelt down, pulling Ginny with me, "while it's stinging, lick her as gently as you can."

Tentatively Ginny applied the only the very tip of her tongue to Aless's abused clit. "Oooohhhh," she sobbed at the intense feeling of sharp pain being intensified by gentle pleasure. Slowly Ginny licked around the red skin, probing Aless's hole with her tongue. The bound teenager was trying to twist and writhe away from her friend's soft touches, unable to stand the conflicting sensations. More to hold her in place than anything (honest!) I knelt at the other end of the stool and stuffed my cock into her upturned mouth. I began to ride her mouth slowly but firmly, the squirming only making her delectable lips caress my cock more vigorously. I reached down and began to tenderly rub my fingertips over her smarting nipples. She whimpered around my shaft as Ginny increased the speed and pressure on her clit. At the same time I started pinching and tugging on Aless's nipples more firmly, and she began to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly she came, gasping for air as the burning feelings in her breasts and cunt overwhelmed her. Wincing, I felt her teeth scrape lightly against my cock, but to her credit she managed to hold it in place despite the waves of pleasure washing through her slender body.

I pulled out of her mouth to let her get some air, pumping my cock rapidly with one hand. Ginny quickly scooted up until she was lying on top of Aless, their breasts squashing together. Ginny opened her mouth just as I exploded, squirting pearly jets over her nose and across her tongue. Some dripped down onto Aless's face, and she opened her mouth. "Mine..." she whispered, and Ginny lovingly kissed her, my come coating their lips and chins. 

"OK girls," I asked innocently. "Do you have any homework to be getting on with?"

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Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, but also cold. Frost sparkled on the lawns of Regent's Park as I weaved the Brabus through early traffic. I had told Julia to take Aless shopping for whatever girls buy with an unlimited budget, and though she had made a brief show of wanting to help me supervise the move, the lure of shopgirls sucking up to a platinum Amex card had proved too strong.




Digital Spy Ch. 11



The movers I'd been recommended through the Company were extremely well-organised, their van pulling into the garage of the new building just as the Brabus growled in behind them, turbos spitting like scalded snakes. A young woman from the property agents was waiting, looking exceedingly good in a short, tight, grey ribbed suit and knee-length brown boots. She had chunky-framed black glasses shaped almost like arrowheads, and her mid-length hair was pulled back and spiked outwards around some gold-patterned black chopsticks. In keeping with the rest of her appearance and the obviously rich-but-trendy image of the property, her hair was dyed a dark pinkish purple. She wore three matching silver studs; one in each ear and a third in her top lip.

"Hello Mr. Wright," she said in an extremely exaggerated posh accent with an apparent inability to pronounce Ws - it sounded more like 'Heelleaau Miester Weiite.'

"Dan, please," I replied. "You must be Sandy?"

"That's correct. It's so terribly nice to meet you in the flesh."

I was actually having a little trouble understanding what she was saying. I'd just got my head around 'theaat's cowweact. Eit's seau tewwibleah neace to meeat yeau ean the fleash' when she continued, "eaameial eas seau tewwibleah eampeawsoneale, easen't eit?"

Eaameial? Eampeawsoneale? What th... oh, right, email. "Yes, very impersonal. Thank you for coming out so early on a Saturday."

"Eouh, mei pleeaseaure..." there was a lot more, the gist of which was her firm liked to take care of all their clients' needs. Nice to know we were on the same page; her accent, while bordering on the incomprehensible, was damn sexy, and I was having a few thoughts about exactly which needs this client would like her to take care of. The four removal guys were apparently having similar ideas, glancing over as they piled boxes into the goods elevator.

We took the stairs, my recent sex life having apparently built up my stamina quite a bit. Even so I was happy to let the fit young thing lead the way, mostly so I could observe her pleasantly curved ass at eye level. Once we reached the door of the apartment I unlocked and began directing the removal men around with their various crates. Since most of the big items had already arrived I motioned Sandy to the dark leather couch. The thick but short skirt rode pleasantly up her thighs as she sat.

Once I was satisfied that the guys knew what they were doing, I joined her. She handed me some documents from her attaché case and I signed the last few bits of paperwork. That was that; I was now the tenant of a fabulously expensive Docklands suite. She also handed me her card, printed on expensive stock with what some fortysomething designer probably thought was a young and funky design. Cassandra St. John-Smythe, I read, followed by a bunch of numbers - mobile, office, fax etc. She placed one warm, immaculately-manicured hand over mine, and turned the card over. With elaborate penmanship she'd written another number on the back. "That's my pewsonal cell number," she said quietly - apart from the Rs coming out as Ws I was starting to get an ear for the accent. "It's on evewy hour of the day for... vewy select clients."

"Thanks," I said, tucking it into my wallet. My eye happened on what looked like a gold-coloured credit card, and I thought this might be a good opportunity to try it out.

Carstairs had been highly excited when he gave it to me over lunch a few days before. "You'll like this, old chap. Proper James Bond gadget, what spying's supposed to be all about, eh? Psych section just came up with this little blighter, looks like a credit card, even works like a credit card, limit up to two grand - dashed clever. But when you do this," he placed his thumb on the security chip and twisted, "it becomes a low-frequency transmitter. The boffins tell me that the signal makes anyone in a five-metre radius unable to resist instructions or questions. Like one of those hypnotist johnnies off the telly, eh? Only much simpler!"

"So, I could activate this and make somebody nearby think they were Elvis or something?"

He snorted with laughter. "Or something, dear boy. It's designed for field agents who need to interrogate hostile targets quickly, but I reckon you could find a new use for it, eh old chap?"

I pulled the card slightly out of my wallet and thumbed the chip. "Sandy, I know you like to give personal service to very select clients, isn't that right?"

"That's right, Dan," she said brightly, apparently unaware of any effect from the card. To be honest I had no idea if it was working either.

"And since I know you want me to be satisfied with my purchase, I'd expect that service to extend to my friends too. Does that seem reasonable to you?"

"Completely reasonable," she nodded seriously.

"Good. In that case I expect every man in this room to have fucked you and be completely drained of come before you leave here today."

Not a flicker of dissent on her face as she heard these words. "Absolutely, Dan. It's my job and my pleasure to make sure you're completely happy."

I attracted the attention of the removal crew, who were just finishing up with the last few boxes. "Fellas, come over here." I guessed I didn't have to wait until they were close enough. "As a reward for all you hard work, Cassandra here is going to be our fuck toy for the rest of the morning. Aren't you Cassandra, you fucking little whore?"

"Yes, absolutely. I have to make sure all of you have given me all your come before I can leave, or Dan will be very unhappy."

"Did any of you see a music system in one of those boxes?" I asked. The head guy nearly broke an ankle ripping open a box and pulling out Aless's CD ghettoblaster. He grabbed a handful of CDs and selected some 'gangsta r&b' compilation, really not my cup of tea (I've yet to work out how that kind of music relates to either rhythm or blues), but it had a deep, thudding beat. I told Sandy to stand. "OK, you posh little bitch, give the guys a show." She began to dance, slowly and seductively. I suspected someone so aristocratic would have had an upbringing packed with ballet lessons, but there was nothing refined or artistic about her movements now. Sandy danced like a Las Vegas stripper, unbuttoning her high-fronted jacket to reveal nothing underneath but a set of pert B-cup breasts. The skirt followed, showing off a tight, toned ass parted by a black thong and the tops of lacy hold-up stockings. She turned away from us so we had a prime view of the panties sliding down her taut thighs, tantalisingly letting us glimpse a tuft of pubes dyed the same pink-purple as her hair.

She stood before us, hips swaying slightly, clad only in glasses, boots and hold-ups, biting her lip seductively and gently caressing her clit with one finger. "Nice," I said. "Now, down on your knees." The guys had crowded in to get a good view and I figured they were probably also close enough to be affected by the transmitter. "Guys, I want you to strip and then take turns throat-fucking this slut. Make sure you shoot your loads into her mouth and she swallows all of it." There was almost a whirlwind of sweaty jeans and T-shirts as they all tried to be first to sink their cocks into Sandy's willing throat.

The first guy to be naked was the largest of the quartet, a thick-bodied, no-necked thug with cauliflower ears, a broken nose and shaven head. His arms were covered in tattoos; an anchor, a heart with 'Mum' emblazoned on it, a bulldog in a Union Jack waistcoat, a Milwall club shield... He was the archetypal soccer hooligan. His dick was like the rest of him; big, ugly and fat and, believe it or not, tattooed. Along the top of his shaft the words 'PUSY HOUND' were written, his tattooist making up for a lack of spelling ability by adding a swirling barbed-wire design around the letters. Cassandra looked a little scared as he stomped towards her, but didn't move away. In fact she was gently rubbing her thumbs over each nipple, making them stand proudly up from her cute breasts.

The tattoo disappeared as the brute stuffed his cock into her open mouth, until only the 'D' was still visible. He grabbed her riot of hair and chopsticks in one giant fist, and began to slam his groin hard into Sandy's face. The well-bred young thing spluttered and gagged, long strings of saliva dropping on to her tits. She placed her hands on his hairy thighs and tried to push him back a little, but it barely made any difference; he was far too strong for the genteel little girl. Amusingly, the other guys formed an orderly queue behind the first, all of them sporting similar body art (I counted two Arsenal badges and a Chelsea one) and impressively large animalistic cocks - though the big guy seemed to be the only one brave or stupid enough to have had his most sensitive appendage cut into.

I was reminded a little of 'The Time Machine' by H. G. Wells, Sandy being the slender, intelligent Eloi being savaged by dumb, knuckle-dragging Morlocks. As I started stripping off the lead thug tensed, jamming his cock hard into Sandy's throat before withdrawing almost completely. Only the head remained between her open lips as he pumped his thick, Neanderthal come into her helpless mouth. As he withdrew she looked up at me, lips wide open to display a large mouthful of thick semen. She held my gaze as she swallowed deeply, the mess disappearing down her slick throat. Then the next one was upon her, slamming another fat dick into her open mouth.

I knelt behind her lithe body, pressing my chest into her back as the second guy pumped hard into her face. There was no way my cock was going to reach her pussy in that position, but I was perfectly placed to rub the tip against her tight, wrinkled asshole. I could feel her tense as I did so, and guessed she was probably an anal virgin. Well, I may be a bastard but even I have limits, so I scooped a little of the saliva running down her breasts and flat stomach and smeared it around her tightest hole. Having eased my conscience more than applying any real useful lubrication, I thrust upwards. Cassandra gasped - a mistake, as it only allowed guy no. 2 to jam his dick further down her throat. I felt her anus resisting - damn, it was tight - so I pressed harder. Eventually Sandy gave a squeal around the cock invading her mouth and I felt the ring of muscle surrender. I hardly needed to move, as the guy thrusting in her mouth was forcing her firmly down onto my rod. "Bloody 'ell!" gasped Pusy Hound. "'e's buggerin' the bitch!" The other guys all growled their approval, as the second one cried out and emptied his load into her mouth. This time Cassandra was too busy concentrating on the erection invading her asshole to do anything but swallow, and she gasped a few strangled breaths before the third guy pushed himself between her painted lips.

The third guy didn't take long to explode, and as much as I was enjoying the sensations of plundering Sandy's delectable asshole I wanted to see what else the card might do. "Guys," I began, "this stuck-up bitch hates working-class lads like you. She also thinks all London football clubs are shit and she supports Man United." Their troll-like brows furrowed angrily at this. "In fact in the last World Cup she cheered for Scotland. AND Argentina!"

These were capital crimes to a Milwall fan. Pusy Hound snarled "Fuckin' traitor! Come on lads, let's give this cunt an East End cocktail!" The other two grunted in agreement, while the fourth simply jabbed his fat weapon down her throat even more viciously than before. Pusy Hound rummaged around in a packing crate marked 'fragile' until he pulled out a champagne flute. The second guy had been leering at Cassandra's abuse while jerking his cock in one knotted fist, and he quickly grabbed the glass and shot another impressive load of thick come into it. This was unbelievable; I knew what they had in mind, and I was going to get it all on camera.

Pusy Hound took the glass and fired off a similarly large quantity into it. The thought of what they were going to make Sandy do was too much for me - I pulled out of her ill-treated asshole and gestured frantically for the glass. I barely had it positioned when my jizz erupted, stream after stream of white goo discharging from my over-stimulated member. When the fourth guy pulled his saliva-slicked cock from her mouth and added his own load, it was almost half filled with hot, white come. The last to ejaculate was the youngest of the removal guys, but what he lacked in experience he made up for in volume. Despite already having emptied his balls into Cassandra's mouth just a few minutes earlier, he topped up the obscene aperitif until the glass was almost three-quarters full.

Pusy Hound took the glass and handed it to Cassandra. "Well, fuckin' stuck-up cunt? You posh tarts all like cocktails, don't yer?" Sandy glanced over at me and I smiled. That was all the encouragement she needed; taking the glass she put the rim to her luscious lips and upended it. We watched in awe as she gulped down the contents, then snaked her tongue around the rim to capture even more of the glutinous liquid. She even scooped out the dregs with one long finger, sucking it into her mouth hungrily each time.

I turned to the guys. "Gentlemen, excellent work. Can you see yourselves out?" As they busied themselves retrieving clothes and dressing, I leaned close to Cassandra. She was now sitting on the floor, legs crossed, a look of quiet satisfaction on her face. "Sandy," I said, holding the card in one trembling hand, "in future whenever you hear my voice or even the mention of my name, you will become incredibly horny. You will dream about me fucking you every night and think about me when you masturbate, which you will do at every spare moment. Got all that?"

"Of course, Dan. Whatever you say. I'm sooo turned on just being near you."

"That's not all. Every customer you see from now on, male or female, you'll offer sexual favours to in return for business. How many people do you work with?"

"Um, four women and seven men."

"Good. You will have sex with at least two of the men in your office every day, I don't care which two but make sure it's a different pair each time, and all seven have done you at least once per week. From now on you'll feel overdressed in any skirt that falls more than an inch below your ass, and underwear other than stockings and suspenders will be incredibly uncomfortable to you. Finally, I have a few little devices here I'd like you to put around your office, and your home..."

I had no idea if this 'programming' would work after the card was switched off, but what the Hell, it was worth a try. And whatever happened, I could tell I was going to like living here.



Digital Spy Ch. 12



Updates still not as frequent as I'd like, so thank you for sticking with the story. Thanks also for your feedback, emails and story ideas - hopefully I can use some of them as the story goes on.

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On Saturday night Julia decided she wanted to break in our new 'bondage bed.' Julia told Aless that for its first outing the bed should be a 'Mum and Dad thing,' and the gorgeous young girl stamped off to her room, pouting - she was after all still very much a teenager. We retired to bed and kissed softly for a while, before I slowly slipped Julia's purple silk robe onto the floor. She breathed heavily as I pinned her wrists in the headboard holes and firmly locked the top half of the 'stocks' in place. I paused, straddling her stomach to watch those divine breasts rise and fall as she gasped in anticipation. She raised her hips and I slipped a cushion underneath her ass before locking her ankles in place, then stood back to admire the view. Julia was lewdly displayed across the whole of the bed, tits jutting like soft pillows, pulled upwards by her elongated arms. Her legs were stretched wide to expose the two most intimate places I was about to punish.

Julia's eyes burned into me. "What are you waiting for?" she exhaled, "get over here and fuck me!"

I made a performance of strolling slowly around the room, though I'd have looked a lot less ridiculous if my erection hadn't been bobbing around comically like an eager snake. "Let's not rush things," I said, "we've got plenty of time. I was just thinking about taking in a late movie..."

She shot me daggers. "You wouldn't dare, you rotten bastard! You'll be so fucking sorry..." She began to struggle against the restraints but the padded holes fit too snugly around her wrists and ankles.

I reached into a drawer and pulled out several items, which I was careful to hide behind my back as I strolled over to the bed. "Sticks and stones may break my bones," I replied cheerfully, "but whips and chains excite me." I dropped the things I was carrying next to the bed where Julia couldn't see them, except for a fat red ball gag that I held up in front of her face. "Such rude words from such a nice lady," I said, squeezing her cheeks in one hand and forcing the hard rubber ball between her teeth with the other.

"Don't want to disturb the new neighbours, do we?" I smiled, fastening the straps tightly behind Julia's stunning riot of auburn hair. The gag had a metal ring protruding from the front, to which I attached a short chain topped at each end by a sharp steel clamp. I flicked both Julia's nipples with a finger (not that they could get much harder) and then snapped the jaws into place. She moaned into the gag and lifted her head up to try and relieve the sudden biting pain in her tits, but I could see in her eyes the acute awareness that she wouldn't be able to stay that way for long.

Next I held up a thick black vibrator, making sure that Julia could see the small crocodile-style clip near the base. Her expression revealed genuine fear as I worked the phallus into her pussy, which was easy enough as it was already slippery with arousal. I leaned forward to flick my tongue over her clit, sucking the little nub between my lips to make it hard. Once it was suitably erect I snapped the clip into place, extracting another injured groan from Julia.

The final item I showed her was a large black vibrating butt plug, rubbing it over her chin and throat to coat the surface with the saliva that was escaping from around the gag. She tried to wriggle out of reach but the bed prevented her moving to any great extent. I slid the tip of the plug into her crinkled butthole and pushed it in hard. Julia gasped, snapping her head back reflexively, which in turn yanked hard on her abused nipples. She wailed, lifting her head up again and looking at me pleadingly.

I held up the two small black control boxes. "These are the latest thing," I said. "I've set them to randomly vary the intensity of the vibrations. They might pulse gently or they might stay on full power the whole time. The only person who'll know for sure is you." I hit both 'on' buttons simultaneously. Julia's whole body jerked and she screamed around the ball gag as the excruciatingly delicious sensations overwhelmed her. I enjoyed watching her squirm as I dressed in jeans and a collarless white linen shirt, then left the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

I found Aless sulking in her room. She cheered up considerably when I explained the predicament I'd left her mother in, and we went online to check movie times in the West End. I was going to pick a fairly short action flick starring a Hollywood hunk I knew Aless fancied, but she overruled me and demanded to see a critically-acclaimed subtitled French drama. I suspect this was more to do with the almost 3-hour running time than any desire to expand her mind with a little culture. We hopped a black cab to the Curzon, an indie cinema on Shaftesbury Avenue. The movie turned out to be more enjoyable and less pretentious than I was expecting, with some good acting. Being French it was also packed with nudity and almost hardcore sex scenes, making it even harder to concentrate. Aless wasn't helping matters by lifting her short skirt and fingering her naked cunt every time I looked over.

Aless was hornier than ever when the film ended, and begged to look around the sex shops along nearby Brewer Street. When a stunning 18-year old girl wearing a tiny red zipped miniskirt, short denim jacket and low-cut white tank-top, braless nipples jutting obscenely through the thin fabric, is bouncing up and down in front of you, it's hard to refuse. She half-dragged me up Great Windmill Street, laughing as she went, the hem of her skirt dancing over firm, naked butt cheeks. The first store we came to was called 'Pirate,' and she dashed inside.

Now, Soho isn't quite the grubby hole it used to be, and a lot of the adult stores have gone for a more upmarket look, but there are still a few that retain the unpleasant seediness of old. This store was one of those. An unshaven guy slumped behind the counter, and the clientele consisted of a couple of shifty-looking old men browsing the racks of cheap hardcore magazines. All three looked around as Aless bounded through the bead-curtained entrance, laughing.

She went straight up to a rack of ugly sex toys, and selected a nasty-looking two-pronged strap-on described on the packaging as 'The Punisher.' "Oooh, this one!" she cried, ripping open the box and pulling the monster dongs free.

"Hey!" said the guy behind the counter in a thick East-European accent, "you can't do zhat!"

"I just want to try it," she shot back breathlessly, hiking one foot up on a shelf full of DVDs and bending over, giving everyone a stunning view of her bare asshole and pussy as the miniscule skirt rode upwards. Gripping the toy by the base she stuffed first one, then the other flesh-coloured plastic cocks into her mouth and slicked them with saliva, then reached behind her and jammed one each into her cunt and ass. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as the hard shafts slid into her holes.

As she fucked herself I unzipped my cock and offered it to her, and she hungrily sucked me into her mouth. I grabbed a handful of hair and rode her throat, all the while watched by the store's other occupants. Aless had been simmering the whole way through the movie and took all of two minutes to come, her muscles contracting hard enough to expel the dildoes with some force. As she shuddered to her climax I withdrew my cock and jerked it furiously, quickly unloading over her lips, nose and chin. She licked a thick glob of my sperm into her mouth happily, then presented the slippery strap-on to the guy behind the counter; "We'll take it."

I pulled out my wallet but the guy shook his head nervously. "Not money," he muttered, "I fuck her azzhole." I looked at Aless and shrugged. Grinning she lifted herself up on the counter and slid her butt to the edge nearest the guy, who had pulled his short, stubby cock from a pair of cheap tracksuit pants. He pushed it roughly into her ass, though after the reaming her sphincter had just taken from the dildo it went in easily. Even so the ecstatic schoolgirl moaned with pleasure as he grabbed her thighs and started furiously banging her most intimate place.

The two customers had been observing this activity and both were now openly masturbating (I got the feeling this was the first real woman they'd seen naked, possibly ever). One, a short, skinny man who looked about 70, shuffled up to the edge of the counter where Aless's head was hanging upside down. He tensed and looked like he was about to have a coronary. After a few seconds his cock fired several streams of thin, watery semen over Aless's face and into her open mouth. The second customer, sixtyish and overweight, needed no more encouragement. He actually pushed his cock into Aless's mouth as he came, thick white come drooling out from between her lips to add to the mess on her face. This was too much for the sales guy, and with a grunt he emptied his balls into Aless's rectum.

She climbed down from the counter and licked her lips. "Come on Daddy," she purred. "Mummy will be wondering where I've got to." I grinned and followed her out onto the street. She laughed and skipped along the road, apparently unconcerned about the three loads of come plastered over her face and the fourth beginning to leak out from her asshole. Like mother like daughter, I thought, remebering my first official 'date' with Julia - the one where she'd ended up walking back to my car naked. I hailed a cab, and the driver almost crashed into a lamppost when he noticed Aless's dishevelled state.

We pulled up outside the apartment block and by now I was getting a little concerned. It was a good four hours since we'd left and I was beginning to wonder how much punishment even Julia could take. I pulled out my wallet but instead of taking the proffered £20, the driver simply looked expectantly at Aless. I groaned as she walked around to the driver's side door and bent down to take his large cock in her mouth.

*****

By the time we made it back into the flat Julia was in a bad way. She was twisting and writhing desperately, trying to find any relief from the vibrating torture. From the pitch of the buzzing I guessed that the toys were jammed on 'full,' and from the sheen of sweat bathing Julia's skin and soaking the bedclothes I guessed they'd been that way for some time. Aless was clearly in no mood to mess about; she hadn't said a word since the cabbie had shot his wad into her mouth, and I quickly found out why. Discarding her jacket Aless stalked over to the bed, grabbed a double handful of Julia's hair (pulling her head back to increase the strain on her nipples, naturally) and spat the whole thick load into her mother's face, where it mingled with Julia's sweat and tears.

Aless whipped off her skirt and strapped on the Punisher, climbing between Julia's splayed thighs. She worked the fat plug out of Julia's ass, the rubber lump buzzing like an obscene, angry bee in her hand. To my amazement the young woman then pressed the tips of BOTH cocks against Julia's asshole. If Julia had dared shake her head with the nipple clamps in place, I'm sure she would have. Even so she moaned around the ball gag as Aless invaded her anus with two oversized rubber phalluses. Despite being loosened by the plug Julia's sphincter was horribly stretched by the toy, and Aless struggled to force it in.

The buzzing from the dildo had died down somewhat as the remote had randomly switched to a lower setting, but suddenly it snapped back to full power. Julia's wail was almost inhuman as the latest in who knows how many orgasms clawed its way through her tired body. Aless was unconcerned however, in fact she seemed to delight in her mother's condition and pushed even harder with the fat toys. This was too much for me; I had to fuck something! I tore the sleeve of my shirt in my haste to remove it, but didn't care.

I clambered on to the bed and wrapped a strong hand around Aless's throat from behind. "Fuck that whore," I snarled into her ear, jabbing my angry cockhead against her teenage asshole. She gasped for breath, trying to squirm free as I savagely jammed my way into her tightest hole. I bore down with my full weight, driving all 8 inches of my hard flesh between Aless's buttocks. She shrieked hoarsely, and Julia wailed too as my thrust slammed the Punisher into her ass right to the hilt. I continued to choke Aless as I spat into her ear, "What's the matter, Cunt? You can dish it out but you can't take it? Fucking slut, you should have known this was coming, teasing all those strangers!"

With that I began to violently rape my daughter's ass, all the more tuned on because I knew what it was doing to Julia at the same time. Aless tried to reach behind her and push me away to no avail, and her resistance just made me harder. I saw fire in Julia's eyes; clearly she was getting off seeing her upstart child being abused in this way. With my free hand I clawed at Aless's teenage tits, yanking hard on the nipples through her thin top. She gave a strangled cry and shuddered as an orgasm punched into her, Julia arching her body against Aless's as another climax took her too. With that I yelled something incoherent and voided my balls deep into Aless's insides.

I gently rubbed the young girl's shoulders after regaining my breath. "I think that's enough," I said quietly, climbing off her so she could reluctantly withdraw the Punisher. I flicked off the dildo in Julia's cunt and, as gently as I could, unclipped it from her clit. The rush of blood and sensation would be, I knew, even more intense than the clip itself for a few minutes, and Julia moaned once more. The nipple clamps came off next, accompanied by more painful groans, then the ball gag. Julia let out a shuddering gasp as I took it out, and licked cab driver semen from her lips.

"You evil, evil bastard!" she snarled at me as I unlocked the headboard, but even so I caught her wink. She made a show of massaging her tired, stretched arms as Aless smirked down at her, so the younger woman was taken completely by surprise as Julia grabbed her wrists and yanked them upwards so I could lock the restraint back down. "You wanted to try out our new bed, darling," said Julia sweetly, as I freed her ankles and wrestled Aless's into their place. Julia slipped out from underneath her daughter and stretched, catlike. "Mmmm, I like our new furniture, I think I'll see what else that site has tomorrow," she grinned.

Aless was protesting as she lay face-down on the bed, but she was surprised into silence as Julia reached beneath her and tore open the skimpy top, letting her tits spill out. Julia retrieved the ball gag and nipple clamps from the floor and dangled them in front of Aless. "Your turn, love," she smiled.

*****

We left Aless like that, with clamps on her most sensitive areas and her orifices full of vibrating plastic, as I helped Julia into a deep, fragrant bath. I gently sponged clean her skin, and then as my tongue found hers she stroked my cock below the water and guided it into her cunt. It seemed that even after her long ordeal she'd saved one more orgasm for me; as I fucked her slowly and deeply she tangled her fingers in my hair and whispered tender obscenities into my ear, and I kissed from her neck down to each puffy, abused nipple. She came sighing, biting my earlobe and digging her nails into my back as I released inside her.

As we sank up to our chins in the warm bubbles, I glanced at the new wall clock. "Should we let her out yet?" I asked.

Julia shrugged. "Give her another half an hour," she replied, "I don't want her to enjoy it too much!"

*****

London is a city that parties until early and consequently sleeps late. I left Julia in bed and took the Brabus around the empty streets of Canary Wharf, enjoying the surge of power every time I tapped the accelerator. Suddenly my phone beeped, and I hit the handsfree control. "Hello?"

"Dan? Oh, I'm so glad you're there," I recognised the ultra-posh tones of Cassandra the property agent. "It's the strangest thing but... I can't seem to get you out of my head. In fact - this is rather embarrassing - I was dreaming about you last night. The things you did to me, such wonderful, wicked things, I can't tell you..."

There was an unusual noise in the background, it sounded like church bells. "Cassandra, where are you?" I asked.

"At home in my flat, Dan. What, the bells? Oh, that's just St. Agatha's over the road, their early service." I asked if there was a window or anything that looked over the church, but Sandy went one better; "my balcony faces the entrance, I'm one floor up so I get a good view of people going in and out."

I pulled the Brabus into a deserted side street. "What are you wearing, Cassandra?"

"Why, nothing of course, Dan I just got out of the shower. I was in there for an age, I just wanted to, ah, rub my little pussy and think about you, isn't that strange? and yet talking to you I want to do it again... I think talking to you makes me horny, Dan."

"Did you put the devices I gave you on the balcony?" I asked through dry lips.

"Of course, I put them everywhere Just like you said."

"Sandy, listen carefully. Do you have a Bluetooth earpiece for your phone? Good. Put it on and go out on the balcony. Are you there? Are there many people going into the church? Great. Now, face them and hook one leg over the rail... can they see your cunt through the bars? Awesome! Now, start finger-fucking yourself... That's it, make sure you make plenty of noise..."

At the end of the phone I could hear Cassandra moaning loudly as her fingers pleasured her pussy. I grinned as she added as much filthy blasphemous talk as she could; "Good Lord, my cunt is so fucking wet! Jesus Christ, I'm coming! Oh God, my fingers feel so good in my cunt!" and so on. I waited until her cries turned to gasps, and her gasps to ragged breaths. "Ooooh, God Dan, that was amazing!"

"What are the parishioners doing?" I asked.

"Oh, they've gone inside and locked the door, but I think the Vicar made the Evil Eye at me first!" she laughed. "Anyway... can I see you soon?"

"Definitely," I agreed, "I'll call you."

A few minutes later the Brabus screeched to a halt in my parking space and I all but sprinted back to the flat. I needed to fuck again! Luckily Julia didn't need much persuading; she was sitting in front of the computer stark naked, hair damp from the shower. One hand was caressing her pussy as she looked at something on the screen. "Hi darling," she said seductively as I entered. "I'm doing a little shopping, come and see." I stripped out of my T-shirt and jeans and wandered over, to where Julia was studying the Fantasy Furniture site. I noted the total in her shopping basket - it looked like she'd bought half their stock. She noticed my expression, "don't worry darling," she grinned wickedly, "business expense!"

Before I could ask what that meant she dropped to her knees and sucked my thick rod into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. I tangled my fingers in her hair and melted away as she went to work, her tongue bringing me the kind of pleasure most people don't know exists. No matter how many girls I fucked Julia was the only one who could make me feel like I was dissolving and being breathed in by her as she swallowed my cock.

I came back to reality at the sound of a loud moan. "What..?"

Julia released me and stood. "Follow me love," she smiled, guiding me by the cock into our main bathroom. There inside the large shower stood Aless, outstretched arms handcuffed behind the shower nozzle. She was frantically trying to wriggle out from under the spray, which from the temperature in the room I guessed was probably icy cold. Sadly for her the shower had 4 auxiliary jets lining the walls, so no matter how she twisted and writhed the stinging water drenched her pale skin. Her stubby nipples jutted out like marble splinters and her breasts bounced as she danced and shivered.




Digital Spy Ch. 12



"M-m-m-mmum, ppp-please, I s-s-s-said I-Iwas-s-s-s-sorry abbb-b-bout last night," she stammered, teeth chattering.

Julia sighed. "OK darling, all forgotten. Let's thaw you out a bit." She reached in and turned the temperature up to a hotter setting. Aless shrieked - although it was barely above lukewarm the warmer spray must have felt scalding against her cold skin. I stepped into the cubicle and moved behind Aless, but Julia stopped me. "I want her ass this morning, love," she said as I noticed she was strapping on the Punisher, "you fuck her slutty little cunt."

I certainly wasn't going to argue, and pulled Aless toward me. Julia, with the more difficult job, slathered baby oil on the two rubber cocks before pushing them into her daughter's closed asshole. I pressed down on Aless's hips to facilitate Julia's efforts, and she whined and buried her head in my shoulder. "OK, darling?" I murmured, and she nodded.

"Hurts..." she hissed through clenched teeth, "but feels... so good!" Julia had now worked her toys into Aless's stressed anus, and she nodded to me. I pressed my chest into Aless's tits and worked my cock into her cunt. It was a tight fit with all that plastic in her bowels; the sensations as Julia and I slowly, deeply fucked our restrained little girl were indescribable. When it was clear Aless was about to come Julia told her sternly she had to count backwards from 20 before giving in to the sensation. She did pretty well; she got to 4 before being overcome.

After that we let the poor girl down, and both women sank to their knees in front of me. Julia cradled her tired daughter in one arm and went back to work with her mouth; Aless for her part still had the energy to slip a couple of fingers into Julia's asshole and rub her clit. When my cock finally spat thick blasts of come over both their faces, Julia was shuddering with her own orgasm.

Ahh, who doesn't love Sunday mornings?!

*****

Julia stopped by the lab on Monday to watch Imani and Max slurping down on the cocks of their team members. She claimed it was research for her own incentive scheme, but again refused to be drawn on exactly what she meant. I had some pretty strong suspicions; if I was right Julia's former P.A. Libby was about to spend the rest of her career as a jism depository for the entire admin department. Juila was hands-on research-wise, dropping to her knees and deep-throating me alongside the rest of my staff. She gave me that familiar wicked look over her narrow glasses, pushing down on my cock until her nose touched my pubic hair.

Julia wore a black wool suit that would have been demure had she not chosen to do without blouse or bra, so that the lapels only just covered her nipples. A long, looped string of pearls fell down between her tits, and soon it was joined by a second pearl necklace as I spurted come into the hollow of her throat and down between her perfect boobs. Julia made no attempt to clean herself up as she stood and made for the door. "See you later, darling," she smiled, waving happily to my team. I grinned at the awe on the guys' faces, and I swear that Max and Imani ended up swallowing even bigger loads than normal.

We put in a good day's work on a new project I was really excited about, and I was feeling pretty happy with myself when my mobile beeped. Two things were obvious immediately; one, it was Cassandra, and two, she was upset. "I'm sorry Dan," she said in that outrageously sexy accent, "I didn't know who else to call..."

She related the whole story, and my heart sank a little lower with each detail. She said she had felt strangely compelled to go to work in a skirt she bought for clubbing but hadn't worn because it turned out to be indecently short. She'd also had the urge to put on stockings and suspenders, which the skirt didn't cover, and couldn't find a single pair of panties that were bearable against her skin. So lewdly had she been displayed that several men on the packed rush-hour tube had felt her up, and when one daring soul had slipped a hand under her skirt, instead of recoiling in horror, she spread her legs to give him easier access to her cunt.

Things got worse once Cassandra arrived at her firm of estate agents. The office manager (a right old battleaxe by the sound of it) had berated Sandy for her appearance, and hit the roof on finding out that Cassandra had persuaded three of the male employees to spend an hour fucking her in every hole in the gents' toilets. When the wife of a wealthy client fled the office in tears because her husband was receiving a blowjob in exchange for a freehold contract, Sandy was dismissed on the spot for gross misconduct.

Damnation! The surreal working conditions and home life I'd become accustomed to had made me think I could do whatever the Hell I liked and get away with it, and I hadn't considered for a moment that Cassandra's office might be a little more 'real-world' than mine. I had to try and sort things out somehow. At first I considered explaining the whole sorry mess to Carstairs, hoping he'd know what to do, but I was increasingly of the opinion that he liked to help those who helped themselves. So I walked into his office and announced that I really, REALLY couldn't function without a personal assistant. I was quite prepared to minimise the expense to the company by already having selected the right candidate, thus saving an expensive interview process, and luckily she was available immediately.

I sat nervously across the desk from my boss, waiting for his reaction. After a moment's consideration he nodded. "Good idea old chap, someone to sort out the meetings and filing, eh? Give you more time to build your marvellous gadgets, haha! Just pop along to admin and give them all the details, tell 'em what you want to pay her, eh what?" I got up to leave, relieved at the painlessness of the encounter, when Carstairs added, "one more thing, dear boy - this doesn't have anything to do with you trying out our magic card, does it?"

The wily old bastard, I should have known he'd got wind of that! Of course I'm not sure what else I was expecting, given that I'd explained how successful the card had been to the technicians who'd built the thing, and no doubt they'd reported it. I reluctantly admitted that my new P.A. was my former estate agent. Carstairs laughed. "Good, good, probably wise to have test subjects handy, eh? Where we can keep an eye on 'em!"

I suppose I could pretend that what I did was purely selfless, but in all honesty I was thrilled at having the gorgeous Cassandra on hand to fuck - when I wasn't too busy with Julia, Max and Imani, anyway. It's a wonder I get any work done at all, I thought to myself as I strolled down to Julia's office. I was getting to be quite a familiar sight in the admin wing, and most of Julia's employees waved or called hello as I passed their desks. The females on the whole appeared to regard me with a cross between curiosity and lust; after all it was clear from Julia's screams when I visited her office that I knew a thing or two about women. The guys meanwhile seemed to think I was 'living the dream,' which of course I was (though I didn't mention they were likely to be getting a taste of that dream themselves quite soon).

Julia naturally found the whole thing very funny. "You must be more careful with your toys, darling, not let them get out of control," she chuckled. As she spoke she absently picked at a patch of dried semen still stuck to one of her tits.

"Yes, yes, I know," I sighed. "I just didn't know how powerful the card was."

"oh, I was talking about the girl, not the card," she winked.

*****

Cassandra was extremely grateful when I gave her the news, and couldn't stop thanking me. She was still thanking me later that evening when she came over to discuss her new role. It was late by the time we'd finished, so I suggested we wrap up with a bottle of champagne to celebrate and Cassandra could stay the night. We were enjoying the Bollinger when I noticed her staring intently at the bottle. As if compelled by an outside force, she reached out for it, spreading her legs wide - she still had on her tiny skirt and stockings. Leaning back on the couch, Sandy started working the neck of the bottle into her pussy, moaning and muttering what sounded like my name.

I suddenly remembered my command to masturbate at 'every spare moment' - clearly it was still having an effect. Julia slipped off her robe and took hold of the bottle's base, fucking Sandy's cunt rather more vigorously. As the two women kissed Aless snuggled against me, her hand slipping down to the waistband of my trousers. "Mmmm, we're all your little sluts, Daddy," she whispered as she freed my cock.

Downtown Smugsville. Population: me. 



Digital Spy Ch. 13



Many thanks to everyone who has stuck with me through yet MORE delays - those of you who sent emails hoping that the story would continue, they were very much appreciated. Also thanks to everyone who suggested story ideas, I may use some of them in the upcoming chapters. The end is in sight now, so hopefully I won't stretch your patience out too much further.

This chapter is the most extreme and nasty one yet, and as ever is a work of FICTION and FANTASY. I do not in any way condone such behaviour in real life, I don't (in spite what some commentators may think) hate women, and if such material is offensive to you, go and read something else!

On with the story...

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Cassandra accompanied me to work the next day direct from our place. Clothing was not a problem, since I had decided on a very specific dress code for her: no dress at all, or blouse or skirt or anything else. Heels and stockings were acceptable, as was other lingerie, just as long as her tits, ass and pussy were bare. After some online discussion with the boffins who had built the brainwashing card we had decided to try and push Cassandra as far as we could, to see if there were limits to the device's power.

Julia lent Sandy her purple sparkly flasher coat and Aless donated a pair of patent black shoes with open, buckled toes and 4-inch chromed spike heels. A rummage through what had become the communal lingerie drawer turned up black seamed nylon stockings with red ribbon bows on the back of the hem, and a black mesh garter belt embroidered with dark red hearts. After Aless attacked her with mousse and a hairdryer, Cassandra's purple-dyed hair assumed a funky, feathered modern 'do.' Makeup, including some slutty deep-red sparkling lip gloss, completed the picture, and the picture said "fuck me until my ears bleed!"

It was a cold morning (winter was drawing in fast) so the heat was on in the Brabus. Cassandra started breathing heavily as I negotiated the morning traffic. "It's warm in here," she sighed, and I reached for the air con button. "No, don't worry," she piped up and slipped off her coat. We pulled up next to a bus as it waited for a green light, and several teenage schoolboys suddenly had their days made as they spotted the perspiring naked woman in the flash car obliviously fingering her cunt.

Sandy didn't even bother picking up the coat as we parked at the office (having given the security guards a similar thrill), so I grabbed it and slipped it over her shoulders as she exited the gleaming black Merc. She seemed surprised to discover that she was, in fact, naked, and quickly fastened the jacket closed. I swiftly ushered her through the various 'new employee' procedures, including getting a security pass - on a neck chain given that she'd have nowhere to clip it! By 10am we were sitting in one of the large tech section meeting rooms. I was positioned towards the middle of the long polished oak table, with Cassandra on my right. She had once again lost the coat and was leaning against my shoulder while idly rubbing her clit with one hand, having first inserted two fingers of the other into her asshole.

Across the table sat five technicians in white lab coats, the men who had designed the magic credit card. The one in the centre, apparently the most senior, shook his head slightly. "Remarkable," he muttered. "Remind me, what did you tell her to do?"

"I think my exact words were to masturbate every spare moment," I replied. "That seems to be what she does. If she's occupied - working, say - everything's fine. But the moment she finds herself at a loose end..." as if to punctuate the sentence Cassandra emitted a loud moan of pleasure.

The guy in the middle, whose name was Stanton, addressed her directly. "Cassandra, we have some questions for you, and it's very important you answer honestly." She nodded brightly, though her fingers continued their work. "Good. Are you aware of what you're doing now?"

"You mean rubbing my clit and fingering my asshole? Oh, yes. Is it bothering you, Mr. Stanton?"

"Er, no, not at all." Liar, he was sweating and squirming like a snake, as were his colleagues. "Do you normally behave like that in public?"

"Well, now that you mention it, no. But since spending Saturday with Dan and his friends I feel... sexier, I suppose. Hornier. I want to come all the time."

"I... s-see," replied Stanton. I swear to God, his glasses (thick-lensed, typical 'scientist' ones) were actually steaming up. "And you aren't worried about other people seeing you like this?"

Cassandra seemed to consider this, moaning slightly as she neared a climax. "I'm aware they might be shocked, but I don't actually care what they think. Isn't that odd? I used to be much more self-conscious. Oh, excuse me, I'm going to coooOOOOOOO!!!!" She shuddered as if plugged into a live current, burying her fingers up to the last knuckle in her anus.

"I... I wonder if you might give us a minute," gasped Stanton, "please wait outside until we call you." Sandy stood and smiled, then swayed sexily out of the room. Already one hand had started stroking her clit again.

As soon as the door closed Stanton began a muttered conversation with his colleagues. I caught odd phrases like 'brainwave displacement,' 'neuropsychological infarction' and 'synaptic packet frequency' before they turned back to me. "It seems that the young lady has completely succumbed to the Neurocard's influence, so much so that she remains highly receptive to instructions even without the neural disruptor activated. I have to admit we hadn't considered these kinds of side-effects, or indeed," his bushy eyebrows waggled suggestively "using the card in this manner."

Yeah, I thought, but I bet you're thinking about it now, aren't you? All of these guys were typically nerdy, balding, greasy-haired career technicians, in fact if anything they resembled the crowd at a 'Futurama' convention where everyone had gone dressed as Prof. Farnsworth. I suspected quite a few hot young things were about to find themselves unexpectedly drawn to pasty old boffins with questionable personal hygiene.

"Is there anything you can do?" I asked. "I mean, I know this is my fault and I'm all for posh tarts walking around naked, but Sandy's condition is already messing up her life. If nothing else she's going to get a blister on her clit."

A couple of the geeks sniggered unpleasantly at this. Stanton frowned and placed a device on the table. It looked for all the world like one of those handheld credit card PIN machines you get in restaurants. "Activate your card and place it in here, it will isolate the specific brainwave frequency of the young lady. It will allow you to reverse the conditioning, or at least modify it - perhaps the use of keyword activation might be advisable?" Hmm, I thought, that's not a bad idea.

I picked up the box. "If you don't mind I'll take this outside - I'd rather keep the details to myself." Stanton looked disappointed, but agreed.

Out in the corridor, Cassandra was leaning against the wall and rubbing her pussy frantically as another orgasm built. I slipped my magic credit card into the reader and activated the chip. Lights chased across the display and Cassandra suddenly froze. Her face went blank and her hands fell to her sides. "Um, Cassandra, do you know where you are?" I asked. Stupid question, but I wasn't quite sure what to say.

Her voice was a flat monotone. "I am in a corridor at a place called The Company, where I now work."

"OK... do you remember the suggestions I put inside your head on Saturday?"

"You made me act as though I was enjoying it as you and some other men raped me. Then you told me to behave like a whore and masturbate all the time. I did, and because of that I lost the job that I loved."

Wow, I wasn't expecting that. "But you seemed to love it when we fucked you," I argued.

"I did, it was the best sex I've ever had. But I also knew I shouldn't have been acting that way. Normally I would have screamed and fought. You..." she paused for the first time, "...violated me anally. Nobody's ever done that to me before, it was very painful and disgusting."

"And how do you feel now, programming aside?"

"I'm so ashamed I could die. Standing here naked, playing with myself like that... it's horrible."

"And with the programming?"

"I fucking love it."

"OK, Cassandra. I want you to listen carefully..."

In the end I programmed her with four keywords. 'Ossorio' activated a modified version of her normal behaviour, so she'd be able to wear clothes (including underwear) and function normally without needing to come every few minutes. She would still be receptive to being fucked, especially if I ordered her to, and she'd still have wet dreams about me and be compelled to masturbate, but with a rather healthier frequency. 'Configuration' would switch her into the original programmed state with a few changes; she would crave being naked and constantly want to be fucked, but would just about be able to suppress these urges enough to do her job. 'Gerhardt' would remove what little inhibition she had left; she would feel an overwhelming urge to take any cock within her immediate vicinity in one (but preferably all) of her holes. And finally, because I'm an irredeemably evil bastard, 'Montessori' would shut down all the programming and return her to normal - complete with the memories of being degraded, broken, helpless and repeatedly violated.

I led Cassandra back into the meeting room and handed the control box back to Stanton. "Thanks guys, I think that'll do the trick. Sandy, better thank the nice men for all their help, eh?" I leaned closer and whispered "gerhardt." The effect was immediate. Cassandra's eyes widened and she let out a low moan.

"Oh my God, I need COCK!" she cried and all but dived under the table. Stanton gave a strangled cry as, out of sight, she attacked his crotch. I saw her head start bobbing as she released his cock, and the two engineers either side jump as her hands shot out to massage the bulges in their trousers. I made a show of checking something on my PDA, and I was - the feeds from the cameras I'd secretly palmed under the table. I could see Sandy deep-throating Stanton's cock with relish, and massaging the pricks of his subordinates with either hand. Stanton wheeled his chair back and Cassandra barely missed a stroke, scooting forwards on her knees to keep up. The guys either side went along too, unwilling to let the wanton, oblivious whore let go of their erections. The final two engineers, clearly feeling left out, stood and unzipped their flies.

******

That evening we watched the footage on TV while we fucked. Ginny was sleeping over, though sleep wasn't much on the agenda; she was at that moment face-down in the thick carpet while Julia reamed her cunt and asshole with the Punisher. Aless meanwhile was bouncing up and down on my lap, her pussy squeezing my cock deliciously with every slap of her pert little teenage bum against my crotch. She was facing away from me and had her eyes glued to the TV, where Cassandra was pleasuring the five engineers. She lay on top of Stanton, who had his dick sheathed deep in her cunt while he tugged roughly on her stubby nipples. His number two aide was pounding her asshole and tugging her head back by the hair, so that the third guy could choke-fuck her throat. Despite being so precariously balanced the slutty P.A. still had a cock in each fist, pumping them furiously as the men slapped and mauled her body, venting all the frustration built up over decades of being scorned by women on this one lithe girl.

"I'm surprised you're not in there too, Mr. Wright," gasped Ginny between thrusts. She kept trying to pull Julia's hands towards her tits but the older woman wasn't cooperating, wanting to prolong the anticipation.

"I would have been, but there was no room... aaaahhhhhh!" I replied as Aless milked my cock into her grasping pussy.

I didn't mention what happened afterwards, when I'd taken Cassandra down to the gym showers to clean the come and saliva off her perfect skin. First I'd carefully deactivated all of the cameras Julia had hidden there. As Sandy stood naked under the hot spray I stripped and stepped closer, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "'Montessori." Her eyes widened as she was suddenly stripped of all programming, and she made a run for the door. I tackled her against the wall, twisting an arm up behind her and pushing her against the white tiles. She gasped for breath to scream as my other hand closed around her throat. "Don't make a sound, slut," I hissed into her ear. "There are over three hundred guys in this complex and you know I can make you fuck all of them if I wanted to." She nodded fearfully, and I removed my hand.

"Wh-why are you doing this to me?" she wept, flinching as I pressed my cock against her asshole.

"Because I'm a bastard," I replied, jabbing past her tightly-closed sphincter muscles. She wailed in pain and despair as I raped her asshole. This was my darkest fantasy, to take a woman completely against her will. Sandy tried to twist away as I defiled her body, but I held her firmly against the tiles and buggered her roughly. This was the part of me that had enjoyed watching my old squeeze Samira get gang-raped by her brothers, even as I was resolving to turn them in to the cops. At least Sandy's ordeal would be shorter; I was so turned on that it only took me a couple of minutes to unload into her bowels.

Cassandra slid to the floor, weeping. Suddenly she gasped as a stream of hot piss splashed her face; I needed to go and it seemed such a waste with her lying in the corner of the shower. I thought she'd try to get away again but seemed resigned to this further humiliation, and simply lay there sobbing as the hot liquid ran across her face and down her body. Intrigued, I said "Configuration" loudly. The change was instantaneous; Sandy's head whipped around and she opened her mouth to catch the stream of pee, letting it run down her chin and tits while taking the odd small swallow.

The flow soon dried up and she arched her back sexily. "Mmmm, kinky," she smiled.

I felt guilty about it later, if that's any help.

******

Julia announced she was 'working from home' on Wednesday, the age-old euphemism for a day off. We were having our new 'bedroom furniture' delivered and she was eager to supervise. I had to admit that I found myself a little distracted at the prospect of trying it all out, and I wasn't the only one having difficulty concentrating. I'd set up a desk and workstation for Cassandra in the corridor next to the lab entrance - a sort of makeshift reception - and one 'configuration' later she was cheerfully going about her admin duties clad in nothing but pink Jimmy Choo boots, her glasses and a sexy smile. I'd never had so many people wander down to check my schedule for meetings, and the guys in my team went out to ask how much annual leave they had left and other trivia so often that I started getting annoyed. Eventually I explained what must be done before the end of the day and they groaned, realising a late night would be needed to make up for lost time. I took pity on them in the end though, after all the hot naked receptionist WAS my fault. I told Cassandra to stay behind until everyone had left, and to offer whatever motivation she felt was appropriate.

I got home to find Julia pacing around nervously, an action somewhat at odds with her severely tied back hair and thigh-length patent leather boots - other than that she was naked. "Dan! You're home, just in time. She'll be here any minute!"

"Wh..." I began, but was cut off by a timid knock at the door. At first I didn't recognise our visitor, and was rather surprised when Julia reached past me, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the flat. It was Libby. Her mousy hair had been highlighted and styled into a much sexier cut, one now twisted in Julia's fist. She also sported the kind of make-up one would expect to see on a King's Cross whore; rouged cheeks, painted eyelids and slutty red lips. Her thin white blouse looked similarly whorish, but it was less of a problem as Julia was busy ripping the flimsy garment off with her free hand.

"You're late, you useless little cunt," Julia spat. "That's going to cost you. And so is this!" Having dispensed with the blouse, she tore off Libby's lace bra, thus revealing why the young woman had disappeared from work for so long. Her boob job looked amazing, and had been given ample time to heal. She now possessed a surprisingly natural large C-bordering-on-D cup, topped with those same stubby nipples except that they were now pierced vertically and horizontally with two silver bars through each.

Julia threw Libby face-down on the couch, revealing more body modification. An elaborate, thorny tattoo ran across her shoulders, spelling out the words FUCK SLUT in Gothic script surrounded by blood-red flowers. As Libby rolled painfully on to her back, whimpering, I saw a smaller version of the tattoo framing her belly button. Now I noticed similar thorn designs encircling each nipple, and the elaborate images drawn into her shoulders and calves of screaming naked girls being raped by slavering, steroidal demons. Beneath each image was a different label: 'slut,' 'cunt,' 'whore' and 'harlot.' I had to marvel at Julia's inventive cruelty; whenever Libby wore any kind of revealing clothing, the message would be on display to the whole World.

"Do you like the ink?" asked Julia. "The Edgecombe girls gave me the name of their tattooist to go with Max's surgeon. This stupid, backstabbing slut signed a contract to keep her job and reputation intact, can you believe it? She's my slave now, and unless she obeys my every whim her God-bothering parents, her whole bloody church in fact, will get to see some home videos. Isn't that right, cunt?"

"Y... yes, Mistress Julia," Libby managed to sob as she shrank into the couch.

"OK, babe," Julia addressed me, "why don't you go and rip off that skirt? And if there are panties underneath it, punish her for me!" I needed no more encouragement, and quickly stripped. Libby was quaking on the corner of the sofa and yelped as I grabbed her. The short black skirt she had on came away easily, splitting down one seam as I tore at it. Underneath she wore a lace thong that matched the bra; for Libby it was extremely daring but for 'Mistress Julia' it was just one more black mark. "Dan darling," Julia purred, "did I tell you this cunt is an anal virgin?"

"No..!" gasped Libby as I grabbed her by the throat, and flipped her onto her stomach across the arm of the couch. I forced three fingers into her mouth and coated them with her hot saliva, using it to lubricate my thundering erection - after all, I didn't want to hurt myself, just her. "Please!" she wept as pushed against her virgin asshole, the word turning into a scream as I forced my way in. God, but she was tight! It was actually quite uncomfortable trying to fuck that tiny orifice, and only the thought that Libby was in more pain than I was spurred me on. I grabbed either side of her face and pushed my fingers into her mouth for leverage, and started pounding her ass in earnest. Painful wails issued from her invaded mouth as I sodomised her, Julia standing nearby and spitting obscenities while she rubbed her clit in delight at this display.

The extreme tightness plus the fact that I was committing rape for the second time that day soon started the familiar pre-orgasmic tingling in my balls, so I slowed down and withdrew my cock. Libby lay across the arm of the couch, whimpering, something else that pissed Julia off. She slapped the younger woman across the cheek, hard.

"Listen to me, you useless slut. When a man pulls a cock out of you that means it needs cleaning. The best way to clean a cock is by sucking it. And yet here you are snivelling while your Master's cock is waiting to be cleaned." As she spoke, Julia took hold of the two metal bars through Libby's left nipple and twisted them in opposite directions. Libby screamed in pain and looked at me desperately. I moved closer and proffered my cock, and she slipped her mouth over it with a mixture of revulsion and gratitude.




Digital Spy Ch. 13



Julia placed a hand on either side of Libby's head and forced her to take my cock deeper. She gagged and coughed a thick coat of warm saliva into my pubic hair. It felt wonderful, and I couldn't hold back a second longer. I pulled out of her mouth, thinking Julia would love me to humiliate Libby by covering her face with come. Instead Julia all but leaped in front of Libby to get her lips around my cock head as I started to shoot. Somewhere among the explosive release of pheromones turning my brain to mush I understood; Julia didn't think Libby was worthy of my come just yet, at least not directly applied. Julia yanking her head back and spitting the whole lot over her face, well, that was a different matter.

Libby curled up on the floor, sobbing as come, spittle and tears dripped from her chin on to those new tits. Julia licked her lips. "OK, fun's over. Now let's start the real punishment." Libby's eyes shot open in horror as she realised things could actually get much, much worse.

******

A short while later, Julia stood back and admired our handiwork. I too was impressed, not least with the new equipment that filled a corner of the bedroom. It was all beautifully made, and folded away so that it looked like random bits of gym equipment should unwanted prying eyes come calling. Each piece had small castors for ease of movement, and most were easily adjustable to fit any victim. The blued metal stocks, for example, could be raised or lowered to make the prisoner stand, bend or kneel, and the ankle bindings could be moved outwards to force the legs wide open.

We'd put those to one side for the moment though. Julia had tied Libby's wrists to a long black cord that passed through a small pulley installed on the ceiling, then came back down to a brass-appointed winch bolted to one wall. In this way she'd hoisted her slave painfully up until the girl was suspended about six inches off the floor. Julia then took great delight in beating Libby's breasts, thighs and backside with an ugly leather paddle. The slave wept and moaned throughout, but Julia showed no mercy.

When she considered Libby had been beaten into submission, Julia spoke. "OK cunt, here's the deal. You'll have a whole new set of responsibilities when you get back to work, but the main one will be as a fuck toy for the entire admin section. That's over thirty men who are going to spend all of their breaks and lunch hours with their cocks in one of your holes, and I imagine some of the women will like you too. I expect you to at least pretend to be willing, and here's a little taste of what you can expect if you cross me again."

That was apparently my cue to wheel out the next torture. It was a black bondage horse, four diagonal legs supporting a long narrow middle section. These are often made of wood but this one was a hollow metal box-girder about two inches square, mounted at 45 degrees that one of the edges pointed upwards. It had been milled so that it wasn't too sharp, but would be by no means comfortable. I positioned it between Libby's dangling legs and Julia lowered her into place so that most of her weight bore down on the metal edge where it pushed her cunt lips apart. Quickly I secured her ankles to the legs of the horse with more black cord.

Libby sobbed as the cold metal dug into her most tender flesh. "Please, Mistress Julia... I'm sorry, I'll behave I promise..." she whined.

"I know you will," replied Julia coldly, "but I haven't forgotten you tried to get me fired, bitch. If you thought I was vindictive before, you have no idea. I'm going to take out every sick, nasty fantasy I can think of out on you until I decide you've made amends, or I get bored, whichever one comes first." As she spoke Julia wandered over to the nearby bedside table and returned holding an unusual object for the bedroom - a chef's gas gun. Libby went deathly pale as she caught sight of it and her protests became more desperate and incoherent.

"Oh calm down you stupid slut!" snapped Julia. "I didn't pay for all those improvements to your pretty body just to burn them off again. I'm just curious to see how much pain you can take." She ignited the gas gun and handed it to me. "How about a little race. Your master is going to hold this against the metal bar you're sitting on while I suck his cock, and keep it there until he comes in my mouth. If you can keep from screaming in that time, I'll be very pleased with you. If not..." Julia left the unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Julia sank to her knees in front of me as I adjusted the flame to a deep blue and applied it gently to the end of the metal bar. I knew that Julia didn't want to maim Libby so I didn't hold it too close, but facing the opposite way as she was the suspended girl had no idea what I was doing. All she was aware of was the steady hissing of the flame and a slowly building heat against her pussy.

Julia meanwhile was taking her time on my cock, which was throbbing so hard by now I thought the skin might split. I'd only recently come so I knew I could last a while, and Julia seemed determined to make Libby scream and thus endure more punishment. Before long I began to feel a faint heat radiating from the bar, which we both knew Libby was far more aware of. Her skin had flushed and was bathed in a thick sheen of sweat, her chest rising rapidly as she gasped for breath between tightly clenched teeth. She looked fucking gorgeous, frankly.

Julia also seemed to be taking a little pity on the girl and quickened the pace on my cock. For my part I moved the gas gun a little further away from the metal to slow down the rising temperature in Libby's delicate skin. Even so, when Julia jacked me off over her face and hair and a tiny droplet of come landed on the bar, it did so with a slight hiss.

Even though she was trying hard to look disappointed I could tell Julia was impressed, and she swiftly untied Libby and helped her down from the horse. We quickly lifted her gently into a cool bath that Julia had deliberately drawn earlier, and between us sponged her down with the soothing water. She was clearly exhausted and still hadn't spoken since Julia warned her not to. I made Libby something to eat while Julia fixed her bed; a comfy mattress and pillows that would have been more inviting if it hadn't been squeezed into a waist-high metal cage hidden in our largest wardrobe. Still, as Julia locked our new sex slave in for the night I distinctly heard her murmur, "thank you Mistress."

All in all, an eventful day.

******

By Friday I had my latest idea ready to present to Carstairs. Max and Imani accompanied me, as did Cassandra, all of them dressed in sharp, sexy business suits that plunged and hugged in all the right places. Sandy was in 'normal' mode so had her mind on work, but by the way she was stealing glances at Imani's cleavage and occasionally licking the top of her pen it was obvious she was still preoccupied with something else.

Carstairs watched with interest as I held up a small black plastic object, about an inch square and a couple of millimetres thick. "I'm confident this will be the next generation of stealth surveillance technology," I began in my best presentation voice. "Explaining the intricacies would take days, so instead I'll demonstrate." I placed the square against one wall of Carstairs' office, where it stuck. And then vanished.

"What the Devil..? Where is it?" he asked, stunned.

"It's still there," I replied, "but the detector in the adhesive layer has scanned the wall's surface and is projecting an image onto a light-emitting polymer skin on the back. If you stand right next to the wall you'll see that it's there but to a casual glance it's invisible. But that's just the beginning." I tapped a code onto the small pad in my hand, and the flatscreen TV on Carstairs' wall flicked on. The image was of an empty office.

"But... that's Michaelson's office next door!" he spluttered. "Surely your gadget can't see through bloody walls!"

"In simple terms, yes. It can't detect light, but it has an array of spatial and chemical nanosensors that detect the location and composition of objects on the other side of a wall up to two feet thick. There's a huge amount of data of course, but the device transmits to a local receiver," I held up my control pad, " which bounces the signal up to a Company satellite, down to our central computers here for processing, then back to my little pad and," I gestured, "to your screen." I turned to Sandy. "Cassandra, if you wouldn't mind." She smiled and left the room, a few seconds later appearing on the screen as she entered the office next door.

She posed sexily in the middle of the room and waved at us. "You should be able to hear me," she smiled.

"Audio sensors can be adjusted to pick up sounds in the micro-decibel range. Processing time currently gives about a two-second lag but we can get that down, and the control pad can be configured to fit into a Blackberry or mobile phone. Your field guys will be able to bug a room with almost perfect clarity without ever going in there." I grinned. "Impressed?"

Carstairs slumped back in his chair. "Well I'll be buggered," he muttered. "The Yanks and the Russians have nothing like this, old boy. The patents alone could be worth..." he looked at me and grinned. "Ever fancied a mansion in the country, old chap? Perhaps a Lordship, eh? What? Haha!" Yeah, Lord Dan of Endless Pussy, I thought to myself.

******

I didn't stick around while Max and Imani got on with fucking the guys in the team. I gave Cassandra the afternoon off and drove her home, making sure she was in 'Ossorio' mode before I dropped her off. After that I steered the snarling Brabus over to Selfridges and picked up a few choice delicacies and several bottles of Laurent Perrier Rosé pink champagne. After all the successful unveiling of my new gadget was worth celebrating, and I had a few ideas about what alternative uses my girls could come up with for the Gianduja de Paris truffles I'd just bought.

Arriving home I left the shopping in the car and whistled as I entered the lift. It went up as far as the fifth floor, where a short, wide flight of steps led up to our penthouse on the sixth. As I walked down the corridor I paused, and couldn't help smiling as I palmed a few of the new sensors on the wall and front door of my fifth-floor neighbour, Mallika. Given that our penthouse covered the whole top floor I also assumed I'd be able to film down through her ceiling, without ever having to enter her apartment. Satisfied with my own brilliance I took the stairs two at a time and went in.

Inside I was immediately greeted by a nervous Libby. "H-hello Master," she stuttered, dashing over to kneel by my feet. "How would you like to p-punish me?"

"What have you been doing, slut?" I asked.

"Mistress Julia left me some notes on my new job, Master, and I have to memorise them before she gets home or it's the burning horse again, Master!" she almost sobbed.

"Hmm, I see." I tried to sound stern but I wasn't as good at keeping up the whole 'master' persona as Julia, in fact I felt a bit foolish. "Very well, I left some shopping in my car, go and get it would you?"

Libby stood, anxiously, and I could guess the question she was dying to ask. Julia had dressed her in a cheesy rubber French Maid outfit purchased from a Soho sex shop, one which left her tits exposed and had a large oval panel cut into the skirt that stretched around Libby's bare ass. Her legs were wrapped in matching rubber stockings and transparent porn-star heels with one-inch platform soles, and long black gloves (also rubber) reached all the way up her arms. Even the ridiculous frilly maid's cap was rubber. What the terrified slave was dying to know was, did I intend to make her go down to the car like this?

"Well, slut? What are you waiting for?" I snapped. Hmm, maybe I was getting the hang of this after all.

"Yes, Master," she whimpered, darting nervously out the door. I flicked on my laptop and picked up Libby's image as she exited the elevator in the car park, trying to run in her unsuitable shoes. Pulling out my mobile I dialled the number of the building's security office.

"Hello, Brian? Yep, it's Dan in the Penthouse. She's just going to the car now. No problem mate, enjoy yourself."

We'd met Brian, one of the building's full-time security guys, a couple of days earlier, and wouldn't you know it he immediately recognised Julia from the Digital Spy website. He had some very complimentary things to say about her, and asked if there was any chance of starring in one of our productions.

So as Libby fumbled with the keys to the Brabus, all six-foot seven-inches of Brian's black muscle tackled her against the back of the car. His giant hand covered her mouth before she could scream, and his monster of a black cock was soon forcing its way through the gap in her skirt and into her cunt. Brian's huge biceps flexed against his uniform shirt as he pushed the helpless girl down onto the back of the car, her squeals muffled by his hand as he raped her.

I watched fascinated as the unwilling girl was speared on that black battering ram, both enjoying the scene before me and a little worried about Libby's nipple piercings scratching up my expensive paintwork. Luckily it wasn't long before Brian yanked his dick from her well-stretched pussy, but whatever relief she felt was short-lived. He pulled her head up, hand still blocking her mouth, so that her back was pressed into his chest. Brian reached down and pulled the front of the tiny rubber shirt upwards so he could access her shaven cunt. Roughly he stuffed three fat fingers into her hole and lifted her by the pubic bone, until he had her suitably positioned with his giant cock head pressed against her ass. As soon as he was satisfied, Brian let her drop, and his ten-inch cannon buried itself up to the balls in Libby's rectum.

She screamed into Brian's hand as he began a brutal impaling, still jerking her up by the cunt and letting her slam back down onto his black beast. She struggled to find purchase on the ground but her feet barely reached it, plastic heels skittering uselessly on the concrete. After only a few strokes Libby had collapsed into Brian's grasp, limbs shaking weakly as her anus was pounded. It didn't take long for Brian to come, mashing his fingers into Libby's cheeks and pussy as his semen filled her ass.

I thought he was dune with her as she collapsed to the floor, but Brian's cock was still fairly hard as he dragged Libby up by the back of her neck and shoved himself into her mouth. He stayed motionless like that for almost a minute, until I began to wonder what was going on. Then I saw Libby's eyes widen in horror as a torrent of piss exploded from between her lips and around Brian's softening cock. She beat weakly against his thighs as the urine flooded from her mouth and down over her tits, larynx bobbing as she tried (and failed) not to swallow. Eventually Brian relented an pulled his cock out of her mouth, but only so he could direct the steaming liquid over her face, into her hair and down across that gorgeous body. The guy must have been saving it up for DAYS, I thought, as he drenched the weeping slut.

Eventually the flow of piss fell to a trickle and then stopped completely. Brian zipped himself up, whistling cheerfully, and strolled back in the direction of the security office. Libby meanwhile lay weeping at the centre of a rapidly widening puddle - and she was still there a few minutes later when Julia's BMW screeched to a halt next to the Brabus. Libby looked up in terror as Julia caught sight of her, the older woman's face burning with fury.

Perfect timing, I thought to myself.



Digital Spy Ch. 14



Once again I find myself apologising for mammoth delays between updates - sometimes life has a way of going crazy and believe me, the last several months have been all of that and more! I had always planned to finish this story around Christmas, though perhaps I might have squeezed a few more chapters out of the scenario first. But anyway, here's the very belated final part, and once again huge thanks to everyone who has read the story, and for all your votes, comments and suggestions. Best to you all in 2007!

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There was a pressure hose in the garage with a pistol-grip spray attachment, so that residents could clean their cars. Julia used it to wash down the sobbing slave with stinging, icy water. "Strip," Julia demanded, "you don't deserve clothes."

"Bbbut Mmistress Julia..." stammered Libby through chattering teeth, "it wwwasn't my fault! He jjjjust came at me..!" She was silenced as Julia gave her a hard, backhanded slap across the face.

"SHUT UP! You have twenty seconds to be naked before I start selling you down King's Cross for ten quid a fuck." Still weeping, Libby quickly did as she was told. Julia ordered her to lie on her back and grab her ankles, thighs splayed wide apart. "If you let go of your ankles I'll make you wish your Dad never stuck his tiny cock in your mother," hissed Julia. She twisted the hose up to full and turned the jet onto Libby's tender pussy flesh.

Incredibly the young girl didn't cry out, and managed to keep her ankles tightly grasped as the freezing torrent hit her cunt. I'm not sure why; Maybe all of the fight had gone out of her at last, or perhaps she was determined not to give Julia the satisfaction. Hey, the last several weeks had opened my eyes to people getting off on the harshest torments, so maybe Libby was even enjoying herself!

Not that she was having an easy time of it, mind you. Her knuckles stood out white as Julia forced the stinging, burning water harder against Libby's skin. She was almost bone-white from cold, making her tattoos stand out even more harshly. Only two spots of colour stood out on the girl's cheeks and her perforated nipples were almost blue. And then suddenly... "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Libby as she came, twisting painfully away from the spray. The little bitch kept hold of her ankles though.

Julia shut off the water. She was trying hard to maintain a stern expression but I could tell she was impressed and not a little surprised. "GOOD slut. Now put your clothes in the rubbish over there" - Julia indicated a nearby waste bin - "and take the shopping upstairs like you were told to. Then we'll forget about this little, ah, incident."

I suppose it seems Libby got off lightly, until I explain that Julia made her carry the shopping up every flight of stairs to the penthouse. Not only that, the gorgeous mistress wrapped the plastic handles from the heaviest bag around Libby's dual nipple piercings, straining her tits painfully all the way.

Aless and Ginny arrived home via the lift a little while before Libby, shivering and exhausted, finally made it into the apartment. Julia gently relieved her of the shopping and allowed the slave to take a luxurious bath by herself. The two teenagers meanwhile were dying to show me something.

"Daddy look!" squealed Aless. "See what we learned at school today!" Ginny had already laid back on the couch, her legs spread wide. Naturally she wasn't wearing panties beneath her short school skirt, and her puffy teenage pussy lips were already glinting with moisture. Aless knelt before her and gently slipped her middle two fingers into her friend's wet opening. Deliberately Aless then added her first finger, and then her little one. Finally she pressed her thumb down into her palm and worked in one whole hand.

"Wow," said Julia, who had stripped down to a deep burgundy garter belt and black fully-fashioned stockings, "that looks great."

"This is the best part," replied Aless, gently twisting to drive her knuckles past Ginny's stretched lips. "Watch what happens when I make a fist." Ginny sighed with delight as Aless adjusted her hand, then slowly but methodically began to pump her friend's snatch. The reclining girl moaned loudly, her wonderful nipples jutting upwards like spear points.

Julia bent over the side of the couch and pressed her mouth against Ginny's. They kissed ravenously as Aless increased the speed of her thrusts. Feeling a little neglected I moved up behind Julia and rubbed the head of my cock across her moist cunt lips. She looked over her shoulder at me with an expression that could make a porn star out of a monk. "Stick it in me, darling," she cooed. "Fuck me while I play with her tits." I needed no more encouragement.

With Julia's tongue manipulating her vulnerable nipples Ginny began to orgasm immediately. Neither mother or daughter lessened their onslaught on the poor schoolgirl's body and within seconds, a sticky torrent erupted around Aless's wrist. It drenched her face and she licked her lips, droplets of Ginny's juices dripping from her eyelashes. "My God, she's never done that before!"

Tenderly Aless withdrew her hand, holding out her fingers for Julia to suck. Unexpectedly I felt a pair of small hands on my buttocks, and then a warm, wet tongue worming its way into my asshole. Libby had finished her bath and was kneeling behind me, dripping wet, tongue-fucking my ass for all she was worth. I've never felt anything like it, and balancing on trembling knees I blasted Julia's tight cunt with my semen. Libby just had time to get out of the way before I collapsed to the floor.

She smiled at the four of us, sticky with bodily fluids. "Was I good, Master?" she asked innocently. All I managed in reply was a wheeze.

******

Hard to believe though it was, life settled into a routine. I don't know what switch had been flipped in Libby's mind but the change was amazing. She moved in with us and quickly became devoted to Julia, kneeling obediently at her side like a beloved pet. She still messed up occasionally, but it was normally deliberate so her mistress would have no choice but to deliver a stern punishment. She was a huge hit at the office, and Julia found productivity among her male (and some of the female) employees almost doubling if it meant they could get a crack at the delicious little slut.

Julia looked into the legalities of becoming a landlady to fill her empty house with hot student bodies. It was pretty straightforward, and after advertising in various foreign publications we had applications from girls in Australia, France, Italy, Spain, Brazil, Argentina, America, Russia and Canada - even though the new academic year didn't start for almost another ten months! We insisted that prospective tenants send recent photographs, and Julia and I spent some enjoyable evenings narrowing down the candidates while Aless alternated between giving me a slow blowjob and gently licking her mother's clit.

We continued to regularly visit the club. One of our more memorable nights there came when Ginny volunteered to be a coat-check girl. Inevitably she was a dismal failure, unable to keep from moaning, or indeed coming, whenever a guest hung their coat on her hooked nipple clamps. Eventually the staff gave up trying to count how many times she'd cried out and simply invited everyone in the place to ass-fuck her on stage. I think Ginny must have taken over fifty cocks in her back door that night, including mine twice.

Work continued to be rewarding. At the end of November Max was given her own team. She was so grateful that on hearing the news she invited both Carstairs and I to fuck her in his office. I think she was a little shocked when both of us squeezed our cocks into her pussy at the same time, but the gorgeous Chinese whore didn't complain.

Imani was more than happy to pick up the slack as far as incentive-sex with my staff was concerned, but Carstairs had a surprise for us; a new team member in the form of a freckle-faced 22-year-old redheaded physicist from Glasgow named Sharyn. She made up for her small stature and slender frame by fucking with the intensity of a meteor strike. Max continued the practice of motivational sex in her new team, and soon we were competing for the most productive units in the whole tech section. Max and I still held lunchtime 'staff meetings' in quiet corners of the Company, comparing notes on who was working (and therefore fucking) the hardest. Not that I needed to ask: I'd already bugged her lab.

December appeared almost before we knew it, and with it came snow. On Christmas Eve Julia and I threw a party at the penthouse. We invited Edgecombe and his daughters, both my and Maxine's teams, Carstairs, Ginny and Cassandra of course, Julia's friends Ruth and Katie and their partners, some acquaintances from the club, even a handful of my bachelor pals from Birmingham. We decided to have the whole event catered, and nobody would do except the young girl from our favourite deli. Her name was Chelsea and she brought two extremely sexy helpers with her. They set the tone for the night by serving us wearing only sheer black stockings, heels and white aprons. By the time Chelsea demonstrated the best way to serve a chocolate éclair by eating it out of Aless's cunt, the event had descended into a mass orgy - which is exactly what we'd planned, cameras capturing the whole thing.

For the most part I was content to watch, though I did at one point help Ruth hold down Imani so that Carstairs could force his fist into her pussy. Ruth, now completely transformed from her former prudish ways, dared Katie to see who could swallow the most cum. The two of them spent much of the evening kneeling on the floor inviting anyone passing to jerk off into their mouths. I politely refused, noting with amusement that Ruth seemed to be winning. We also let anyone who wanted to have their way abusing Libby with our assorted torture devices, though I could tell from her cries that she was enjoying most of it. But I felt there was still something missing, and as I watched Edgecombe and a friend from Birmingham simultaneously cramming their cocks into Aless's tightly stretched asshole (she was now an expert at this) I realised what it was.

Some time in the early hours of the next morning the party wound down. Our guests left, generally tired and sore but extremely happy - everyone asked when we would do this again. Poor Aless, completely fucked senseless, was asleep on the couch. She stirred slightly as Julia used a warm flannel to wipe away the come and other fluids that coated almost every inch of her skin, but didn't wake up. I covered her with a blanket and gently kissed her forehead. Somebody had left Libby hanging upside down in the bedroom with weights attached to her nipple rings, so we let her down and put her to bed in the cage.

Julia and I walked up to the roof garden, which was covered in a couple of inches of undisturbed snow. Julia had thrown on a long, thick alpine-style sweater and fur-lined black suede boots, under which she was naked. I was a slightly less attractive sight clad only in a thick winter coat and Dr. Martens!. The London skyline was a dark silhouette as the first rays of the sun began to permeate the clouds. We walked to the edge of the roof and looked out over the river. There were no cameras out here.

I slipped my hands under Julia's sweater and cupped her breasts. She moaned and ground herself back into me, her backside clenching around my cock. I pushed her gently forward until her hands rested on the railing, and slipped my hardness into her pussy. It burned like a tiny kiln in the icy air, and I buried myself within it gratefully. I pulled the sweater up over her swaying boobs and squeezed them gently as I began rocking back and forward inside her. We stayed like this for several minutes as the sky brightened, our breath visible in front of our faces. She murmured that she wanted me in her ass.

The air was cold on my cock after the heat of Julia's cunt, and I was eager to slip inside her tightly puckered asshole. However she was a little dry back there and I muttered something about lubrication. I caught a quick flash of that wicked smile as she reached down, grabbed a handful of snow and squeezed it around my cock. I yelled in pain and surprise as the freezing snow burned the sensitive skin, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm up behind her. "Oh, you BITCH!" I snarled, forcing my dick between her quivering buttocks. "You just got a dry assfuck for Christmas!"

"Uhnnn... thank you Santa," she whimpered as I forced my cock, now aching and throbbing harder than ever, through the barrier of her parched anus. She squealed as I ploughed inward against the failing resistance of her muscles, yanking her head back by the hair with one hand while I continued to shove her arm up painfully. I pounded her ass heartlessly, drawing cries and mewls of protest, but I knew she was enjoying every second of the hurt and degradation.

I slowed the pace and released her arm and hair, but her torment wasn't over yet. I reached down to grab two handfuls of snow and crushed them hard against her breasts, giving her a turn to feel the icy bite on her most tender skin. I could feel her nipples jutting out through the ice as she wailed and grabbed my wrists, trying to make me let go but knowing I wouldn't.

I guess to most people what I did next might seem strange, but I don't see how any two lovers could be more intimate than we were in that moment. With my throbbing cock slowly pulsing in her asshole and handfuls of frost burning her breasts, I leaned close to Julia's ear and quietly asked her to marry me.

She groaned with pleasure and thrust backwards. I released her aching tits to reach down between her thighs, making her pant as my chilled fingers touched her clit. I rubbed in time with our simultaneous thrusts and the steam clouds of Julia's breath came more rapidly. As her orgasm hit she grabbed the railing with both hands and shoved back hard, impaling herself on me to the hilt.

After her shudders (from the cold and her overwhelming climax) subsided she dropped to her knees in the snow, taking my cock head into her mouth. She stroked me expertly with one hand until the load I had been saving all through the party exploded from my balls and filled her mouth. She didn't miss a drop as I gushed again and again, and as the surge finally subsided she opened her mouth, wiggling her tongue about playfully in my creamy white come. She swallowed the whole mess, and then smiled up at me. With her breasts stinging and red and a thin film of my seed still on her lips, she peered over the rims of her gold-framed glasses and said, "of course I'll marry you, darling. Nothing would make me happier."

She adjusted her sweater and I wrapped my coat around us, and like that we stood and watched the dawn. Warm winter sunlight glinted off the buildings of London as Julia reached down to gently caress my balls. "Anything left in here?" she asked.

"I'm sure with a little persuasion... Why, didn't you get your fill last night? You must only have had, oh, nine or ten cocks, not to mention every piece of pussy in the room."

"And you still want to marry me," she smiled. "No, I'm thinking of Alessandra. I'm going to go downstairs in a minute and tell her that you're going to be her Daddy for real this time, and you KNOW how she'll want to celebrate!"

I laughed. "A father has a lot of responsibilities." I looked into the eyes of this woman I loved. "Merry Christmas, Julia."

She kissed me softly. "Merry Christmas, Dan. Now let's go and give our daughter her present!"

We walked laughing across the roof as Christmas day dawned on London, and went inside.

THE END