3 comments/ 84607 views/ 9 favorites A Basic Instinct Ch. 01 By: persistantpest Debbie moved into her flat with a determination to make things work. Her injuries had all pretty much healed by now, and the brief nightmare that had been Rick's captivity of her, was fast becoming a distant memory. She had looked around the basic flat and wrinkled her nose in disgust, the walls which had been painted in muted colours, were stained and damp, and half the paint was making its own attempts at escaping those disgusting walls. The whole place smelt damp and musty and well, not very pleasant. The carpets looked like they'd had just about everything possible spilt on them and again Debbie didn't choose to look too closely at the stains. She moved in and unpacked her few clothes and meagre possessions and then went out to the local shop to purchase some food and supplies. The shop had a sign in the window for the need of an assistant. Debbie knew that if she was going to survive she would need to find a job sooner rather than later. She stepped inside the shop and after making her few purchases, asked about the job. She didn't like the look of the owner who had slightly wonky eyes and a way of looking at her that was all too familiar to Debbie. After chatting for five minutes or so it was agreed that she could give the job a go starting from tomorrow. Debbie completed her first week at work with a deep sense of satisfaction, and no small amount of relief that her boss seemed to enjoy looking at her but never tried anything more. She pulled on her coat on the Friday evening and walked through to his office. "Right then Mr. Jenkins, I'll be off now." She declared brightly. Mr. Conrad Jenkins looked up from the desk where he was sitting and gave her a slight smile. "You've worked very well this week Debbie," he told her quietly. "I've heard nothing but good things from the customers." He pushed a brown envelope across the desk towards her. "Here's you wages, and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning." As Debbie reached forward to take the envelope her hand brushed against his. She snatched hers back as though burned, but not before grasping her wages firmly. Mr. Jenkins frowned thoughtfully at her but didn't comment. Debbie with a mumbled goodnight left his office as quickly as she could. As she walked home, she thought about his hand touching hers. She'd not had contact with anyone since Rick, and at first she'd thought that she'd never want to again, but now she realised that her nature wouldn't allow for that, and she acknowledged the tightness in her gut for what it was. Debbie could hear her telephone ringing as she put her key in the front door, and rushed inside to snatch it up. "Debbie? Debbie is that you?" the line was a bit fuzzy, but Debbie could easily recognise her mother's voice. "Mum!" she raised her voice slightly as the line crackled. "Mum where are you? How are you?" "I'm alright Debbie, but what about you? How are you settling in?" Debbie had not told her mum about Rick, had simply told her that she'd decided to spread her wings a little. "I'm fine mum, this place is okay and I've got a job working in a shop just round the corner." "That's wonderful Debbie, I'm so proud of you." her mum seemed to hesitate for a moment and Debbie found herself holding her breath. "Debbie?" her mother finally said in wheedling tone, "I was wondering if you could do a favour for me?" "What's that mum?" Debbie said cautiously. "I've had a call from one of our neighbours, and they think that there's been someone nosing around the house." Again her mum hesitated, "I was hoping Debbie that you could pop round once in a while and, - just check things out for me?" her mum finally said in a little rush. Debbie felt her heart sink, going back there would be full of memories, and no small amount of temptation as well. "Okay mum," she finally sighed, "I'll pack a bag and go and spend the night there. If I pop in and out and stop over occasionally it might be enough to put whoever it is off." "Oh Debbie you are wonderful!" her mother sighed in relief. Having got what she wanted from her daughter, and established that Debbie was okay, her mum soon ended the conversation, full of the plans her and her new husband had for going out that evening. Debbie hung up the phone feeling decidedly peevish. She grabbed a quick sandwich and packed a small bag, with a change of clothing, along with a small amount of food and other supplies. With money in her pocket, Debbie decided to treat herself to a taxi over to her mum's house, and so it wasn't long before she was walking down the path and putting her key in the front door. The house was cold and dark, and had a slightly stale smell to it. Debbie fumbled her way in the dark, until she found the meters, and having switched on the gas and electric, she lost no time in going round switching on lights everywhere, the heating kicked in and the chill gradually began to fade. As she switched on the lights, Debbie also closed all the curtains, and having locked the door behind her when she'd first come in, she began to feel a little safer. She walked through to the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. She pulled out a mug and spooned in coffee, placing a carton of milk next to it. The sudden knocking on the back door almost had Debbie hitting the roof. She stood staring at it frozen in terror. "Debbie? Debbie is that you?" She gave a little sob as she recognised the voice of Mr. Groves her next door neighbour. "What do you want Mr. Groves?" Debbie called out as she walked over to the door. "Open the door Debbie. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." His voice really did sound concerned and Debbie found herself sliding the bolt across without further thought. She pulled open the door and allowed her older, weedy next door neighbour to enter. "I was just making some coffee, would you like one?" she asked a little stiffly. "Thank you Debbie; that would be very nice." Mr. Groves sat at the kitchen table watching as Debbie poured the water into two mugs. As she sat down opposite him she caught the look in his eye. "How is Mrs. Groves?" she asked politely, ignoring the rush of adrenalin. "She's gone away for a few weeks, looking after her sick sister." He told her tonelessly. Debbie sat sipping her coffee; she had to admit that having Mr. Groves here really was comforting. "So how are you Debbie?" "Oh I'm okay I guess." She shrugged her shoulders dismissively. "About what happened?" Mr. Groves began a little awkwardly, but Debbie cut him off. "I really don't want to talk about that, or even think about it." she told him warningly. He hunched his shoulders and sipped at his coffee in silence. "So with Mrs. Groves away, what have you been doing with yourself?" Debbie asked, more to make conversation that out of any real curiosity. Mr. Groves gave a deep regretful sigh. "Not much." He shrugged, "since you moved away life has become very grey." Debbie was touched by the sincerity of his tone; she gave him a hesitant little smile, which he returned. "And I'm not the only one who's missed you Debbie." He continued softly. "Oh?" she arched her brow questioningly. "You remember you were going to visit with my friend again? He was very sorry that you didn't make it." Talking about his friend, being back in this house with Mr. Groves, Debbie found her memories of Rick were quickly fading, and she was remembering other times. The tightness in her gut increased. She shot Mr. Groves a look which he caught, "so do you think you would like to play Mr. Groves?" she whispered. His face lit up and it was all he could do not to cum in his trousers. "What would you like to play Debbie?" he fired the challenge right back at her. Debbie stood up and Mr. Groves pushed his chair back a little so that she could rest against the table and face him. "Would you like to see my panties Mr. Groves?" she asked in her best little girl voice. "Oh yes please Debbie!" he gasped shakily. Debbie lifted her skirt up to show him her lacy pink knickers, and arched her brow at him. Mr. Groves held out a shaky hand and ran a finger lightly down her crotch. It was almost Debbie's undoing, but she managed to hold it together with just a little gasp. "I'm wearing a matching bra, would you like to see that Mr. Groves?" "Oh yes please Debbie!" She unfastened her blouse and pulled it open so that he could properly admire her matching underwear. Mr. Groves reached out again and stroked lightly down the fabric. Debbie sucked in a breath as he brushed against her nipple which hardened immediately. "My, my!" Mr. Groves exclaimed in surprise, "what on earth could that be I wonder." He pulled down on the fabric and her nipple sprung into view, hard and pink. "My dear Debbie, that looks sore. Can I kiss it better for you?" "Oh yes please Mr. Groves!" Debbie sighed and her head fell back as she arched a little to give him better access. Mr. Groves leaned forward and gently kissed her nipple. His tongue popped out to taste, and then he opened his mouth to suck on her. "Oh Mr. Groves!" Debbie exclaimed as the feelings shot right through her to her belly. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as he suckled and pulled and teased at her nipple. His hand came down to brush against her crotched again, and Mr. Groves sat back in surprise. "My dear Debbie, you're all wet! Maybe I should take your panties off and see if I can dry you off a little?" Debbie looked at the dirty old man that was her next door neighbour and smiled demurely at him. "Oh yes please Mr. Groves." She purred. He started by pulling her panties to the side a little and Debbie felt the edge of the material rubbing against her clit. "You like that Debbie?" "Oh yes Mr. Groves!" He pulled it a little tighter and bent to taste her. Debbie sucked in breath. Mr. Groves sat back suddenly his breathing a little bit heavy, "Debbie," he said in a firm voice, "Debbie, I want you to stand up and pull your panties down, and then I want you to turn round and bend over the table so that I can fuck you good." Debbie licked her lips in anticipation as she did as he had ordered. She bent of the table and opened her legs as far as she could, stretching her knickers until they dug into her soft skin. When Mr. Groves thrust violently into her, Debbie let out a little grunt. When his hand came round to pinch at her nipple she let out a little squeal. When Mr. Groves started to pump hard into her she let out a little groan. But when Mr. Groves' hand came around and started to finger her pussy, Debbie lost all self control and let out a loud climatic cry that had Mr. Groves shooting his load deep into her womb. He pulled his now limp dick out of her and flopped back down in his chair, panting for breath. Debbie turned back round to face him but remained where she was perching on the edge of the table. Her knickers slipped down her legs and she slipped of her shoes, and then stretched her foot so that the little bit of lace could slip off onto the floor. Mr. Groves seemed to have got his breath back, and so Debbie smiled at him as she slipped further back onto the table and opened her legs wider. "You see Mr. Groves, you always make me dirty. Will you clean me up please?" she asked politely. Mr. Groves smiled his greasy smile at her, "welcome home Debbie!" he whispered as he bent to lick at her sopping wet, cum filled pussy. Debbie let out a deep sigh, "oh it's good to BE home Mr. Groves," she whispered as she gently pushed his head deeper between her legs. A Basic Instinct Ch. 02 Mr. Groves sat back with a happy little sigh; his face was all wet and shiny with his and her juices, but his grin was wide and genuine. "So what would you like to do now?" Debbie fastened her blouse and tugged her skirt down in a prim manner as she moved away from the table. "I don't know, I was thinking of taking a shower, I don't know what you were planning." She shrugged as she looked at him questioningly. Mr. Groves' grin widened, "you know Debbie, I've always had a bit of a fantasy, and tonight you could fulfil it for me." She gave him a wary kind of look, "what exactly is your fantasy?" she asked cautiously. "Oh I just liked the idea of watching you undress and watching while you stepped into the shower, and watching while you soaped yourself all over." His voice was getting a little higher indicating his growing excitement. Debbie didn't reply she merely walked from the room and went upstairs. Mr. Groves gave a little chuckle as he followed. She'd left her bedroom door open and Mr. Groves stood in the doorway as she slowly unbuttoned blouse, she let it slip from her shoulders and then it fell to the carpet. She reached behind to unclasp her bra and allowed it to join her blouse on the floor. Mr. Groves had always loved Debbie's pert little boobs with her hard nipples which always seem to be sticking out through whatever it was she was wearing. Debbie unfastened her skirt and slid it over her slender hips. It fell to the ground pooling around her feet and Mr. Groves took a deep shaky breath as she began to tug at her lacy little knickers. She shot him a little peek and then turned to walk into the bathroom. Mr. Groves again followed her, but remained in the doorway watching as she switched on the shower and stepped under the water. She tipped back her head and closed her blue eyes as the water poured over her copper coloured locks, plastering it to her scalp. Mr. Groves let out another little sigh as she picked up the soap and began to lather her skin. She started across her belly and moved slowly up to her breast, under them first, then rubbing in a circular motion as she worked her way up and over the nipple and then across the top of her breast and between them. Then her hand slid across her shoulders and a little more briskly down her arms. Debbie turned away from him then and bent slightly sticking out her rounded little butt towards him. She ran her soapy hands down her thighs and her knees and her lower legs. She turned back towards him as she soaped up her hands and then began to lather at her tiny triangular patch of pubic hair, around and around in a slow hypnotic motion that had Mr. Groves leaning forward to see better through the gathering steam. "Enough Debbie." He growled suddenly. Debbie after a fleeting look of surprise at him, put the soap down and allowed the running water to rinse her off. She stepped from the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her. Debbie would have left the bathroom, if Mr. Groves hadn't been blocking the way. She frowned at him. "I want to dry you." he told her gruffly. "What here?" she glanced around the tiled bathroom and then looked back at Mr. Groves. Mr. Groves didn't answer he merely reached out and tugged at her towel. It came away in his hand, and Debbie gave a little shiver as she now stood naked and wet in front of his lecherous gaze. He bunched up the towel and began to roughly dab at her. "Lift your arms," he grunted suddenly, and then, "turn around," he rubbed and dabbed and rubbed some more. "Now turn back and open your legs a little." Debbie had stood silent and disinterested as he had rubbed at her skin. Now though as he rubbed the towel up her inner thigh, she let out a soft little groan. The bumpy material touched against her clitoris and she gave a delicate little shiver. Mr. Groves snatched the towel away and threw it to the ground. "Go and lie on the bed." He ordered abruptly. Debbie could feel herself getting wet as she did as he ordered. "Close your eyes Debbie and don't you dare open them," he whispered as he sat beside her on the bed. Debbie screwed her eyes tightly closed and waited, hardly daring to breathe. She felt the movement of air just before his fingers pinched cruelly on her nipple. Debbie let out a soft cry of pain, and he pinched harder and twisted. "Quiet!" he hissed, "or else I'll have to gag you." She clamped her lips tightly together, keeping her eyes tightly closed and waited until he eased the pressure. The relief was followed by tingling as she felt the blood flowing once more and she let out a soft little sigh. He stroked lightly down to force his way between her legs. Debbie put up a token resistance but didn't fight him. He rubbed at her clitoris with two of his fingers. "God you're so wet Debbie!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. She could hear him moving slightly as he fumbled at his trousers suddenly. "Open your eyes Debbie and look at me." He commanded. She did as she was told and turned her head in his direction. He was rubbing at his dick as he continued to finger her, his breathing getting a little more agitated. "Here Debbie you hold me." Debbie sat up a little and curled her fingers tightly around his hard cock; she slowly began to move her hand up and down, along the length of his shaft. "Fuck me with your fingers Mr. Groves; fuck me hard with your fingers." She whispered softly to him as she opened her legs wider for him. Mr. Groves didn't need any more prompting he thrust two of his digits hard into her, spearing her with them. Debbie groaned and tightened her grip on his dick. He plunged his fingers deep into her in and out as hard as he could while Debbie pulled on his dick. He could feel as she began to tighten around his fingers and stopped suddenly eliciting a groan of protest from her as she glanced at him reproachfully. He pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, holding her down roughly as he slowly pushed his dick into her. "Fight me Debbie," he whispered hoarsely, "tell me to stop, BEG me not to." Debbie tensed as she put her hands to his shoulders, "stop it Mr. Groves!" she cried out tearfully. She tensed her legs trying to close them but he was already between them as he put his full weight onto her, totally overpowering her, "PLEASE Mr. Groves don't!" she wept as the tears began to gather on her cheeks. Mr. Groves let out an evil laugh as he rammed his dick as hard as he could into her and began to fuck her fast and deep. Debbie's tears dried as she widened her legs and moved a little to meet his thrusts head on. "Don't!" she continued to whisper, "please Mr. Groves....... DON'T!" Their orgasms, when they came, were mutual and intense; and totally draining them both as he slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily. After a little while Debbie stirred and pushed him away. "You see Mr. Groves." She told him accusingly, "you're just a dirty old man, and you ALWAYS dirty ME!" He gave a tired little chuckle as he moved down the bed to take his position between her legs. Debbie gave a soft little laugh as she felt the rough wetness of his tongue along her clit. "Oh yes Mr. Groves, right there." She murmured as she widened her legs and lifted her hips a little. Mr. Groves glanced up at her as he put his hands on either side of her hips and pulled her down, as he buried his head as deep into her pussy as he could. He pushed his tongue right inside her gaining a little cry of surprise from Debbie that brought a soft muffled chuckle from Mr. Groves. "Squeeze your tits for me Debbie; pinch your nipples to keep them hard how I like them." He ordered gruffly. Debbie's little hands cupped her little boobs as she gently massaged them. She tweaked at her nipples, just as Mr. Groves pushed two of his fingers into her. She gave a soft little grunt as he added a third and slightly parted them. "Pinch harder Debbie." He reproached. Debbie grasped her nipple and pulled, stretching it out and away from herself. She did this a couple of times, and then moved to the other making them both swollen and hard. "That's better." He removed his fingers and licked her again, lapping up her cum as fast as she came. Debbie spread her legs wider and relaxed on the bed, "that's it Mr. Groves," she purred, "keep doing that." She could feel her next orgasm fast approaching, and was determined to savour it. * Mr. Groves crawled back up the bed to collapse down next to her, his face was all wet and shiny again, and he looked like he was in seventh heaven. "Next time it's your turn to go down on me Debbie." He grumbled. Debbie pouted, "You can't make me." She challenged. An evil light came into his eyes that caused Debbie a moment's unease before he grinned his snide grin. "I would enjoy trying, if that's what you want?" His hand slid down between her legs again to start to roughly finger her, and Debbie found herself once more giving in to him. She sat up and straddled his chest, opening herself wide to him as she went down on his still relatively limp dick. "Suck me and make me hard again Debbie." He carried on stroking her and fingering her as Debbie took him deep into her mouth and began to suck. She could feel him growing as he began to harden once more. Mr. Groves pushed his fingers into her making them very wet and then he gently poked at that little hole just behind it. Debbie stopped sucking to look back at him in alarm, "please don't do that Mr. Groves." She begged anxiously. Mr. Groves swatted her behind once and very hard. "Keep sucking bitch!" he yelled at her. Debbie put him back in her mouth afraid of him for the first time since she had been doing these things with him. He again poked at her little rose bud hole, but as she gave a soft muffled cry he seemed to take pity on her and went back to fingering her pussy. "One day Debbie," he grunted as she sucked him harder in gratitude, "I'm going to fuck your arse, but good!" * "Let me stay the night?" he begged her some time later. Debbie shook her head with a regretful little frown, "not tonight Mr. Groves, it's been a long day, and I'm tired. I need to get a good night's sleep." He grunted in disappointment but accepted her refusal, "can I come round tomorrow?" "Okay, but not until after lunch time please." "After one o'clock?" They were sitting in her kitchen sharing a nightcap before he went home and Debbie nursed her glass thoughtfully for a moment. She nodded. "Yes that'll be fine." As she led him over to the back door he turned back, "shall I bring my bag of toys?" he asked hopefully. Debbie nodded once fighting to keep a stern face. "If you must." She closed the door on him and slid the bolt across; as she turned away from the door though she could not keep the satisfied little smirk off her face any longer. Tomorrow could be a fun day, she thought to herself. A Basic Instinct Ch. 03 She walked through the house, switching off lights as she went. She was; she suddenly realised, now quite over the trauma of Rick, where she could walk through a darkened room once more, without feeling as though there was someone lurking in the shadows. Debbie climbed the stairs yawning as she went, it had been a long day as she'd said to Mr. Groves, and all those bad feelings which had boiled inside of her since Rick, had all blown away, leaving her feeling more relaxed and, lethargic than she could ever remember feeling. She crawled into bed and was asleep soon after, she slept the night through and a fair part of the morning, and climbed out of bed with a light heart and went and took a shower. Debbie ate a light breakfast and seeing that it was only just after ten in the morning, decided clean and dust the place. She opened a couple of windows and let some fresh air into the stale rooms. She sat down to a cup of coffee glancing again at the clock, twelve thirty. Not long now, she thought with a little thrill of excitement. She wondered what Mr. Groves would want to do to her today, as she wiped a damp hand down her trouser leg. Debbie frowned down at the clothes she was wearing, no these simply would NOT do. She ran up the stairs to rummage through her wardrobe, the lady who had come in to collect her things for her had not packed everything, and Debbie was pleased to see hanging at the back, the little black skirt and the almost transparent blouse, that Mr. Groves had once given her the money to go out and buy. She slipped out of the trousers and pulled off the lightweight sweater she was wearing and carried the skirt and top over to her bed. She'd not bothered to close her curtains and she glanced out of the window as she placed the clothing on top of the bed. A movement in the bedroom across the road brought the smile to Debbie's lips. Pete! Standing in only her bra and panties she lifted a hand to wave, and then pulled the curtains across to give her some privacy. She slipped into the skirt and top and left the bedroom; leaving the room in semi darkness. She had just reached the bottom of the stairs when she heard Mr. Groves knocking on the back door. Debbie smoothed down her skirt with hands she was surprised to see shaking a little bit. "Come on Debs, pull yourself together girl." She muttered as made her way to the kitchen. Mr. Groves was knocking impatiently for the second time, and again Debbie hesitated before reaching up to slide the bolt back. "What took you so long?" he grumbled irritably as he stepped through the door. "I was just changing my clothes." She told him as she closed the door again. As she stepped back she noticed the little bag in Mr. Groves' hand. She licked he lips as she felt a thrill of anticipation rush through her. What would he do to her today? Mr. Groves studied her for a moment, in her little tight fitting black skirt and that thin white blouse; it was so thin he could see her skin beneath it quite clearly. She had tied back her copper curls to keep them out of the way, and along with those big blue eyes of hers, it gave her that little school girl look that always made him hard for her. He reached out suddenly and tweaked at her nipples. "That's better," he mumbled with satisfaction, "if you're going to show them off Debbie then the least you can do is make sure that they are nice and hard for me." "Yes Mr. Groves." Debbie whispered respectfully. Mr. Groves gave an evil little snigger, "into the living room then Debbie and let's get started." He didn't wait for her just marched through to the other room and sat down on the sofa. Debbie walked in more slowly, her head down like a little girl expecting to be punished. She stood in front of him waiting for directions. "Put your hands behind your back Debbie, and keep them there until I say otherwise." He instructed firmly. As Debbie did this using one hand to grasp the other wrist, Mr. Groves lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side so that he could finger her clit for a bit. "I think Debbie," he said quietly, "that you've been a naughty girl," he hooked his finger and pushed it slowly into her. He marvelled at how wet she already was for him, and the power it gave him over her. He could do almost anything he wanted to her and she would accept it as long as she gained some pleasure at some point. The girl had the heart of a slut, and the soul of a prostitute and he needed to make her recognise that fact. "Have you been a naughty girl Debbie?" He asked her. Debbie shrugged her shoulders in a sulky fashion. "I don't know Mr. Groves, I don't think so." She looked at him warily as he pulled his finger quickly out of her again. "No Debbie, you've been a VERY naughty girl and you need to be punished." She stepped back a little but Mr. Groves just grabbed hold of her. "Come on girl over my knee with you." He only had to force her a little bit and then there she was bent of his bony knees with her little bottom sticking invitingly up. He pulled her skirt up and then her knickers down a little so that he could rub at her bare bottom for a moment. "Are you ready Debbie?" He whispered softly. "Don't forget to count, and don't forget to say thank you." Debbie sucked in a breath waiting for that first feeling of pain. SLAP! "One, thank you Mr. Groves." She cried out. SLAP! "Owwwe! Two, thank you Mr. Groves. He rubbed her cheeks a couple of times and Debbie gave a little sob. SLAP! "Three, thank you Mr. Groves." The next three came hard and fast give Debbie almost no time to count them and her bottom was beginning to burn from the sting of his hand. SLAP! "Ouch! Seven, thank you Mr. Groves. He gave her a dozen hard spanks and by the end Debbie was crying in earnest. SLAP! "Oooohhhhh! Thirteen, thank you Mr. Groves." She sobbed. He pushed her up again to stand in front of him, the bulge in his trousers clearly visible. He picked up his bag and opened it. "Now then Debbie hold up your skirt for me." He ordered as he dug into the bag. "Do you remember this Debbie?" he asked pulling out the large dildo he'd used on her before. Debbie nodded her head as she lifted her skirt. Mr. Groves pulled her knickers a little further down and then slowly inserted the large object. Once it was in up to the hilt, he pulled her panties back up to hold it in place. Debbie gave a soft little groan as he switched the thing on and she felt the vibrations rippling through her. "Kneel down in front of me Debbie." Debbie dropped to her knees as he unfastened his trousers to release his throbbing cock. "You know what to do now Debbie." She leaned forward to grasp his dick firmly and then she allowed her tongue to run the length of him. Mr. Groves gave a shudder as he closed his eyes on a wave of pure ecstasy. "Again Debbie," he whispered shakily, "do that again." Debbie ran her tongue from the bottom to the head in a slow wet movement. As she reached the head she closed her mouth around it and allowed her tongue to wriggle in the hole at the top. She tasted the little blob of his pre-cum as his excitement increased. "Suck it Debbie, suck it hard like the dirty little tramp that you are." He groaned. Debbie sat back on her hunches which forced the vibrating dildo up into her. As she sat forward to suck on Mr. Groves cock, the dildo slipped out a little. She moved back again pushing it back inside, and then leaned forward to suck on Mr. Groves. Debbie's movements began to get more urgent as her excitement increased to feverish levels. Mr. Groves began to moan as he felt his own climax approach and he put his hand to Debbie's head forcing her to take more of him into her mouth. The dildo slipped from her; causing Debbie to cry out in dismay, just as Mr. Groves came -- all over Debbie's face and in her hair. Debbie squeezed her eyes closed to avoid any of his salty seed stinging her eyes. She sat back frantically putting her hand between her legs to push the dildo back in. Mr. Groves sat back and watched this beautiful young woman, his cum dripping from her face and hair, as she desperately tried to fuck the chunk of pulsating plastic, to bring on her own orgasm. Yes, the heart of a slut and the soul of a prostitute. Now all he had to do was convince HER of that fact. Debbie's head fell back as she cried out her own orgasm, then she hunched down, pulling the dildo slowly out of her. As she sat at Mr. Groves's feet, that man was busy plotting and planning. "Debbie," he suddenly said a little cautiously, "how are you doing for money?" Debbie shrugged her shoulders frowning a little bit. "I'm okay I guess, I've got a job working in a shop. The money isn't brilliant, but I can get by on it." she gave a little sigh as she thought about going back to her grubby little flat and getting up on Monday morning to go and spend the day in the little shop. Her frown deepened as she thought of Mr. Jenkins and the way he looked at her, but so far that was all he'd done. "So you wouldn't like to earn a little bit of extra spending money then?" Debbie had a moment of déjà vu, a memory of having this exact same conversation with Mr. Groves once before. "What would I have to do?" she asked suspiciously. He gave her a reassuring little smile, "nothing bad I promise." He told her gently, "it's just that I spoke to my friend last night, and told him you were back for a couple of days." He hesitated as he studied her face for clues to her feelings. "He said he would love to pay you a little visit before you leave again, that he would be more than happy to make it worth your while." Debbie thought of the man who reminded her of Santa clause, but who liked to do dirty things to her." "When can he come round?" His eyes brightened and a smile lit his beaky face again. "Tonight, at about seven-ish?" She nodded her head but struggled to speak. She swallowed and then looked up at Mr. Groves. "Tell him I would be happy to see him again." she said softly. Mr. Groves pulled out his phone and punched in a text. Minutes later he received a reply and nodded to Debbie. "That's all set for later then." He put his phone back in his pocket and looked down at the pretty young woman sitting so submissively at his feet. "Now then Debbie, why don't you come and sit next to me on this sofa?" He ordered softly. As Debbie settled down next to him, Mr. Groves put his arm across her shoulders and pulled her against him. "We're going to play a little game now Debbie, its called boyfriends and girlfriends. And you have to remember that your mummy and daddy are asleep upstairs; so you mustn't let me have my wicked way with you." As he pulled her closer to kiss her roughly on the mouth, Debbie put her hand to his chest. "No Robert," she whispered, "we can't. Daddy might catch us." "Not if we're very quiet he won't." Mr. Groves cajoled. He ran his hand up her leg slipping it under the hem of her skirt. Debbie slapped his hand away, "don't do that Robert! We shouldn't" "But darling I love you!" he declared dramatically as he slipped his hand under her top. Debbie put her hand to her breast halting his as he squeezed her boob. "Do you really love me Robert?" she managed to sound wistful and innocent and Mr. Groves had to check his excitement. He pushed her down onto the sofa. "I do love you babes, and I'll show you just how much if you'll let me." He leaned over her to kiss her neck then trailed kisses slowly down her body. He pulled up her skirt and tugged at her knickers. "Oh Robert!" Debbie sighed shakily as she felt his wet tongue on her clitoris once more. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, "we really mustn't!" A Basic Instinct Ch. 04 "I really need to take a shower before your friend arrives." Debbie said as she climbed off Mr. Groves. Mr. Groves sat up from where he'd been half lying on the sofa, being fucked silly by this young harlot. His dick was now well and truly sated and his balls had been emptied for the last time today. "I'll leave you in peace then for a bit." He stood up to fasten his trousers. "Did Mr. Wilson give any instructions about tonight?" she suddenly asked him, feeling a little uncertain. Mr. Groves turned back, with a look of surprise on his face. "I almost forgot!" he exclaimed as he rummaged through his bag and pulled out an envelope. "He dropped this off this morning, but I was only to give it to you if you had agreed to see him." He handed her the plane white envelope and Debbie took it and placed it on the kitchen table. She saw Mr. Groves out and slid the bolt across then she set the percolator going and went upstairs to take a much needed shower. She slipped into a light summer dress and towelled her hair dry, then ran comb through it. Back in the kitchen she poured herself a coffee and sat down to read Mr. Wilson's letter. There was a nice little wad of cash inside as well and Debbie counted out one hundred and fifty pounds. She unfolded the sheet of paper and scanned the letter. "Oh my!" she murmured softly as she read his instructions. "What is it with these dirty old men and the things that they get off on?" She cooked herself a light dinner and treated herself to a glass of wine to relax her nerves. She still had moments of anxiety that were the legacy of Rick and his abuse of her. She shivered whenever she looked at the stairs and the banister; remembered how he'd chained her up so that her feet were barely touching the ground. Then he had flogged her with that multi tailed whip of his until she was sobbing hysterically. Then he had fucked her hard, punishing her for the way she had let Mr. Groves use her. Hurting her for enjoying the things that Mr. Groves had done to her. Now Mr. Wilson was visiting her, and the first thing he wanted was for her to be hogtied, so that he could sweep in and rescue her, like a knight of old. Mr. Groves would be coming round soon to help her set the stage. She finished her dinner and gulped back her wine and sat waiting for the familiar knock on her back door. ** "So how do you feel?" Mr. Groves asked courteously. "Are you comfortable?" Debbie turned her head to look at him, she was lying naked, and face down on her sofa with her knees bent back so that Mr. Groves could tie her wrists to her ankles. "As comfortable as I can be like this, I suppose." She grumbled softly. "Right I just need to slip this in to give you a good time while you wait." He held up a nice shiny little silver bullet for her to see. Debbie gave a little wince as he pried her legs apart with rough hands. He pushed the bullet right up into her crotch, and then he switched it on. Debbie gave a soft groan as it began to stimulate her clitoris and get her juices flowing once more. "Now for the blindfold." He slipped it over her head throwing her into darkness. Mr. Groves sat watching her for a moment; he really hoped he could spend some more time with her before she left the house again. He reached across impulsively to kiss her affectionately on the cheek. "Have a good time Debbie." He whispered into her ear before he walked silently from the room. He went round to his own house just next door to find his old friend waiting for him. "She's all ready for you." he told him calmly. "Excellent Groves." The jolly looking man spoke with a quiet gentle voice that always took everyone by surprise. * Debbie lay in the darkness whimpering occasionally as her vibrating clitoris drove her to another little orgasm. She didn't hear the back door, didn't know how long he'd been standing their watching her. It was the sudden disturbance of the air around her that alerted her to his presence. "Is there someone there?" she cried out tearfully. "If there is someone there, then please can you help me?" A rough hand stroked gently down her thigh. "My poor girl." that soft dignified voice whispered. "What has been done to you?" Debbie gave a little sniffle. "The bad man did this to me; he stripped off my clothes and then bound my hands behind me." She gave another little sob. "Please sir will you release me?" she begged. "Of course my child." He seemed to take forever to undo the knots, and all the time he was fiddling, the little bullet was humming merrily in her crotch driving her to yet another orgasm. He released her from her bondage so suddenly that Debbie's legs flopped down allowing the little bullet to finally fall away from her over stimulated clitoris. He gently rolled her onto her back and lifted the blindfold, and Debbie blinked up at him with huge innocent eyes. "Oh sir!" she whispered tearfully. "The bad man did something terrible to me and now I need to be fucked or I'll.....I'll just go mad, I'm so horny sir. Please will you fuck me good?" she begged. Mr Wilson stepped away from her as though in shock. "My dear girl!" he exclaimed, "I couldn't possibly!" She sat up reaching for the zip of his trousers. "Oh please sir! I'd be ever so grateful!" He paused as though considering her request and his hesitation gave her the opportunity to unzip his trousers and slip her tiny hand inside. As her fingers closed around his already throbbing dick, Mr. Wilson gave a soft groan of anguish. He'd stood in the doorway for quite some time, rubbing the front of his trousers as he studied the beautiful girl lying naked and bound on the sofa. Every so often she was give a little whimper followed by a long drawn out groan as that wonderful little bullet drove her to another orgasm. He could have stood there all night, watching her and enjoying the friction he was creating. In the end it was the occasional sob of pain as her muscles began to cramp, that told him she'd almost reached her limit. He unfastened his trousers and sat down next to her. "I'm an old man my child, so you will have to do the work." He told her as he lifted her up so the she could straddle him. Debbie slowly lowered herself onto his huge throbbing cock, she groaned as she felt it go deep inside of her. She waited for a moment to allow herself to adjust to the size of him, then ever so gently she began to move. Just a little at first, but getting faster as Mr. Wilson put his big hands around her waist to urge her on. In the end she couldn't seem to move fast enough for him as with a sudden groan of impatience her pushed her down onto the sofa and began to pump hard into her. "Is this what you wanted little girl?" he groan hoarsely to her, "is this what you need?" "Oh yes sir fuck me good sir, hard, I need to be fucked hard." She gasped as she felt his big hard dick banging at her womb. He grunted as he pushed his dick as far into her as he could; gushing his seed deep inside of her. As Debbie felt the warm fluid washing her insides she achieved her own climax with a throaty little cry that sent a shiver down the old man's back. His old friend Mr. Groves had been right about this girl, he kept saying that she was a born prostitute; that satisfying a man's needs was her true calling in life. He found he had to agree with him, and between them they would have to convince her. Once Debbie recognised her own nature, then they could all make plans and arrangements. But for right now he sat next to her playing with her nipple and enjoying the fact that for a few hours she was HIS. "Come and sit on my lap Debbie," he suddenly said quietly. Debbie shuffled across and curled up on his lap, he continued to play with her nipples for a little while, but then his hand drifted down. "Open your legs for me. Yes that's better." he began to stroke at her clitoris and Debbie groaned as he aroused her once more. "Do you like that Debbie? Tell me how you like it." "Ooh sir that feels so good, please do it some more." He sat rubbing at her clit for a little while and Debbie could feel him get hard again under her legs. "Go up stairs and put on that little nightgown of yours." He whispered into her ear. As she stood up, his hand grabbed her wrist. "No underwear and I want you to lift it up to you chin and put your arm above your head, and pretend to be asleep." As Debbie left the room, he sat listening to the soft tread of her feet as she climbed the stairs. Mr. Wilson stayed where he was for about ten minutes. He sat rubbing at his trousers again enjoying the feel of the friction from the material against the tender skin of his fully erect penis. He walked quietly and slowly up the stairs, savouring the anticipation as he pictured her lying as he'd instructed. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it slowly open. He stood in the doorway looking down at the young woman who had pulled up that sexy little garment to reveal ALL her feminine charms to his lustful gaze. Oooh the things he wanted to do to her! But no, some of them would have to wait; he would have to train her to fulfil his needs, to anticipate his wants. Patience for now was required, but given time: he walked into the room and began to kiss up her legs, loving the way she flinched and squirmed as his bushy beard prickled her soft sensitive skin. As he plotted and planned, and fantasised, his hard cock throbbed almost painfully. He buried his face into her groin covering his beard and skin with the scent of her; he pulled down his zip with savage hand, and released his dick. As he licked and sucked at her; he rubbed vigorously at his cock. Debbie kept her eyes tightly closed, and she gripped the rail of her bed with tiny fists, giving the allusion of her being tied to it. She couldn't stop her responses to the prickly attack on her most sensitive of areas though. She flinched a little here, and arched a little there. Her breathing increased and she occasionally gave a little whimper or a moan as her excitement increased. Her orgasm when she reached it, sent him spiralling as he pumped his seed into the palm of his hand. "Sit up little girl, I have something for you." he whispered shakily. He'd done this with her before, and so Debbie knew exactly what was expected of her. She held his hand in her two little ones and bent her head to slowly lap up the warm gooey mess. Mr. Wilson sat playing with her nipples again, a delighted little smile on his face. See! She was already learning and anticipating. She was so close. Now they just needed something to make her realise, something to tip her over the edge. A Basic Instinct Ch. 05 Debbie returned to the drabness of her flat feeling more than a little bit depressed. It had been a good weekend, nice being back in the comfort of her mother's house. She had a nice wad of cash in her purse, and she'd earned most of it in a very enjoyable way. Now though she was back to what had become her normal life in this damp and stale flat and in the morning she would have to get up early and go to work in the corner shop. She crawled into her bed and slept the night away, she went to the shop and tried not to notice the way Mr. Jenkins looked at her. She made a determined effort not to flinch when he accidently brushed against her, which was a little too often for her peace of mind. When the shop closed at the end of the day and she walked into the back to collect her bag and her coat, she smiled brightly and confidently at Mr. Jenkins. "I'm just off now Mr. Jenkins." She told him calmly. He stood watching as the fabric of her blouse pulled tight against her breast as she slipped her jacket over her shoulders. She grabbed her bag and walked past her silent employer not quite meeting either of his eyes. "Goodnight then Debbie." He said quietly. She pulled the shop door too after her and heaved a sigh of relief. She knew that she was on borrowed time with her employer, that sooner or later he would try it one with her. Debbie shrugged her shoulders in a philosophical way, oh well she would just have to deal with that when it happened. She worked through the week and managed again to avoid any unpleasantness with her boss. On the Friday he even let her finish a bit earlier when she told him that she would have to go and check up on her mum's house while that lady was away. Debbie dashed back to her flat and slung a few items into an overnight bag, then locked up her flat and went to wait for a bus. She got off the bus at the local shops and purchased some foodstuffs and things. It was a pleasant afternoon even though it was drawing to a close, and Debbie decided to walk through the park. As she walked past the wooded area she remembered her encounter with the tramps, and what she had let them do to her. She slowed her footsteps her eyes scanning for signs of movements amongst the trees. Debbie was not really in the mood to deal with the likes of them today and so after one last lingering glance, she stuck to the busier foot path which took her slightly longer to walk. Debbie had not been in the house for more than five minutes when she heard the familiar knocking on the back door. She slid the bolt back and pulled it open to face Mr. Groves. "What were you doing watching out for me?" she asked a bit snidely. Mr. Groves pulled a grumpy little face. "Yes, I was hoping to see you before I left." Debbie felt a knot of disappointment deep in her gut. "You're going away?" He nodded his head in a surly fashion. "My wife has summoned me; she says that we need to talk." He scowled at Debbie irritably and Debbie sniffed in offence. "It's not my fault, so don't look at me like that!" she demanded as her disappointment turned into frustrated annoyance. "I'll be gone most of the weekend perhaps." Debbie shrugged her shoulders feigning indifference. "I shall probably be gone by the time you get back then?" Mr. Groves gave a disappointed little grunt, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Couldn't you stay on for a couple of extra days?" She shook her head firmly. "No, I've got to get back for work, or I'll lose my job." Hi mouth turned down again and he stepped back. "Well maybe I'll see you next weekend then?" he said a little snappily. Debbie shrugged. "Maybe." She closed the door on him with an irritable little sigh, and went to put the kettle on. A little while later she heard Mr. Groves start the engine of his car and then pull away, and then she realised that she was all alone in the house. "Oh pull yourself together!" she snapped as she set about tidying the place. The litter bin was full so she pulled out the bag and knotted it securely and then put a fresh one in. She opened her front door and walked to the side of the house where the larger bin was kept. Debbie didn't rush to dispose of the rubbish, but she didn't dawdle either, because the evening was drawing in, and cooling fast. She was only out of sight of the front door for seconds as she walked casually back around and re entered the house. She paused long enough to drop the catch on the front door before heading back for the kitchen. As she passed the living room doorway though, a movement, a sound or a smell, something – stopped her in her tracks as she looked into the living room with a gasp of fear. 'Not again!' she thought frantically to herself. 'This can't happen to me - AGAIN! There was someone in there! She saw a shadow or movement; she could hear a laboured breathing. She backed away slowly her heart thundering in her chest, her eyes fixed on that empty doorway. She backed the way she had come, making her way as silently as her frightened gasping would allow, her back touched the closed front door and she turned to unlock it. Everything happened so fast! Just as her shaking hand reached the catch a strong arm wrapped around her waist; pulled her back and against a wall, a human breathing- stinking wall! She opened her mouth to scream as a dirty hand slapped across her face clamping down so hard over her lips that the tears sprang to her eyes. "Now then girly where do you think you might be going?" That deep gravelly voice was instantly familiar to Debbie as he effortlessly lifted her and carried her through to the living room. Standing waiting for them with the biggest most stupidest grin on his grimy face was Burt. So the human wall who was holding her so tightly and whose voice had been so familiar HAD to be Will. Debbie sagged weakly against him as she remembered the two tramps from the park. Remembered how they had waylaid her with the plan to rape her. She remembered how she had persuaded them not to, but she'd let them each see her boobs and she'd let them each suckle on one. They'd laid her down on the ground sucking on her boobs and fingering her pussy while they had pulled on their dicks. They had given her the most intense orgasm as they'd spilled their sperm all over her. She gave a shudder as the memories washed over her and Will moved his hand away from her face. "We saw you in the park earlier." He whispered gruffly into her ear. "We thought that you were going to come and visit with us, but you went the other way, so we followed you home and we watched and we waited." While he'd been whispering into her ear, he'd been pulling open her top. Now he pulled down the cups of her bra so that her little pert boobs sprang free and he pinched at the nipples for a moment. "You won't hurt me?" Debbie begged huskily as she felt the twinges shooting from her nipples down to her abdomen. Will chuckled into her ear. "Oh we don't want to hurt you girl. All we've talked about since we met you that day in the park was how you sounded when you came for us." He continued to fondle and squeeze her boobs as Burt came closer – still with that stupid grin on his face! "And how good your cum smelled on our fingers afterwards." Burt said softly as he lifted her skirt a little. "Yes Debbie." Will sighed. "You smelled so good that all Burt's wanted to do ever since is to taste your pussy to see if it tastes as good as it smelled." Dear god they even remembered her name! The half hysterical thought went through her mind as her gut tightened and her pussy began to get wet and to throb. Will held her tight against him as Burt dropped to his knees and pulled down her knickers. He tugged them off her feet and then holding up her skirt he stuck his head between her legs and began to lap greedily at her pussy. "He's not going to stop until you cum for him like you did in the park that day." Will whispered into her ear. His hand continued to squeeze at her breast and occasionally he would pinch the nipple. "So you better just relax and enjoy it girly." "You promise you won't hurt me." Debbie whispered again. "I promise we won't hurt you." he cackled softly into her ear. "I promise to give you so many orgasms that you won't want us to leave." As she felt Bill's dirty whiskers brushing against her inner thigh and felt his wet tongue sliding along her clit, Debbie felt herself getting even wetter. She allowed her legs to relax as she slumped against Will and he gave a little grunt as he rubbed his hard cock against her bottom. "When you've been a good girl Debbie and cum for my friend, then I'm going to bend you over that sofa and I'm going to give you the hardest fuck of your life." Will whispered as he continued to pinch and squeeze gently. His words, the feeling of Burt between her legs lapping at her excited pussy; the knowledge that these dirty disgusting tramps were going to have their way with her no matter what she said or did. Debbie closed her eyes as she assimilated this information. Her gut tightened and her pussy throbbed. She knew that any second now she was going to enjoy a very intense orgasm. She realised that what Will had said to her was probably true; she would have several orgasms while they used her and abused her. Gods what was wrong with her? Was she some sort of freak or sexual deviant to get off on things like this happening to her? The realisation hit her like a bolt of lightning. She WAS a freak and a deviant, the dirtier and more perverted it got the more she got off on it! "Oooh!" she gasped as her orgasm ripped through her. Will's hand tightened on her breast, and the noises coming from between her legs, the sounds that Burt was emitting all added to the intensity of it as she squealed and gurgled and sighed and gasped out her climax much to the excitement of both men. "Now it's my turn." Will muttered as Burt fell away and Will lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the sofa. "Over you go girl." He grunted as he bent her over the back of it. He bent her so far over that her feet couldn't reach the ground and her legs just dangled down uselessly. Will didn't waste any time, he unfastened his trousers as he lifted up her skirt, and slammed his rock hard dick as far into her sopping wet pussy as he could get it. Debbie gave a little squeal, which just seemed to excite him further as he went for it pumping hard and fast. Burt sat on the floor watching them as he played with his own hard cock. He grinned across at Debbie as she dipped up and down over the sofa, her hair hanging around her face and her boobs hanging down with those wonderful hard nipples of hers. The noises that she was making though was enough to send both men over the edge as Burt spurted his cum all over the nice freshly vacuumed carpet and Will gushed into Debbie, filling her as she achieved another orgasm along with several heartbroken sobs. Will pulled out of her and staggered back and for a few seconds longer Debbie just hung there feeling his cum along with hers slowly trickling down her legs. She slithered off the back of the sofa to collapse onto the floor and with arms hugging around herself she sobbed for all the things she would never be now. She would never be someone's girlfriend. She would never be someone's wife. She would never be the 'employee of the month'. Or mum of the year. She would never be nice, or normal, or respectable. The two tramps stood looking at her as she sat curled up on the floor. Crying for the woman she could never be. Finally her tears dwindled and her sobs became little hiccups until she finally silenced altogether. She sat for a few moments more rocking back and forth. Debbie gave one last sigh of resignation and acceptance and then with a little shrug she stood up to face the two men. "I expect you'll be wanting us to leave now." Will mumbled not quite meeting her eye. "No." Debbie told him quietly. "You promised me lots of orgasms, and you are going to stay all weekend and deliver on that promise." The two men stepped back as though she had just threatened them, and Debbie let her head bow down in a submissive gesture as she clutched at her hands. "Oh sirs." She sighed forlornly. "You are so much bigger and stronger than me, I am at your mercy sirs, so you can do what you want with me, I'm too weak to stop you." Will chuckled and Burt sniggered as they looked at each other for a moment. "In that case girly I think it's time for you to put on a bit of a show for us," Will said gruffly. The two men walked around to the front of the sofa and as Burt sat down, Will looked at Debbie. "I want you to find some nice sexy music that you can dance to for us," he ordered her. Debbie walked over to the stereo and looked through her mum's music CD's. Sure enough she soon found what she was looking for as she held up one of the cases. 100 greatest love songs the title claimed and she smiled in satisfaction as she handed it to Will. "You put this on while I go and change." She ordered him quietly. As she turned to go Will grabbed her wrist in a gentle but firm clasp. "Just so long as you remember who is boss." He warned her softly. Debbie looked to the ground again her gesture not lost on him. "No sir, I'll remember and do just as you say," she whispered. "Put something pretty on and wear something sexy underneath," he ordered. "I want you to do a strip tease as you dance for us." "I'll be about twenty minutes, - I need a shower. Why don't the two of you grab something to eat while you wait?" "Good idea. Put the landing light on when you're ready, then I can put the music on for you." As Debbie walked shakily up the stairs she could feel her pussy positively humming with expectation. These two dirty, smelly tramps would use her and abuse her for the entire weekend, and she would love every moment of it. When Mr. Groves returned she was going to make him a business proposition, and then they could all make plans. She smiled to herself as she removed her soiled clothing. This weekend was just going to be so much fun. A Basic Instinct Ch. 06 ** Authors Note: This is my final chapter of Debbie's story, and with all stories now complete my final story for this web site, and I hope that you enjoy it. Thank you for reading my stories.** * Debbie stood under the shower and allowed the water to stream down over her. She soaped her body lovingly, before letting the running water rinse her off. She stepped out and wrapped a warm fluffy towel around her torso and then went to study the meagre contents of her wardrobe. She found some black lacy underwear with a matching bra and suspender belt, and she had a pair of silky stockings still new in their packet. She put these on and stepped into a pair of spiky stilettos, and then studied herself in the mirror. "Wear something sexy underneath," the fat tramp called Will, had ordered her. Her blue eyes flashed with excitement as she scooped up her auburn hair to clip it on the top of her head. Debbie smiled as she pulled on the pretty wrap around dress. Those two dirty tramps would be coming in their pants once she started to dance for them. "I want you to strip as you dance for us," again Will's command drifted through her mind as she went to switch on the landing light to signal to them that she was ready. She stood waiting at the top of the stairs -- her heart beating with anticipation until the silence down stairs was disturbed by the quite hum of soft music. She walked slowly down the stairs -- making them wait for as long as possible. Debbie walked into the dimness of the living room and felt a rush of pure adrenalin as the two tramps looked at her with undisguised lust in their grubby features. "I thought I was going to have to come and look for you," Will the bigger and more dominant of the two tramps, reprimanded her. "You two dirtied me so bad it took me a while to get clean again," she couldn't resist throwing in the jibe and Will's little hiss of annoyance told her she'd hit the spot; he'd get her for that later she had NO doubt. "Come and stand over here where we can see you!" he snapped irritably. Debbie hid her little smirk and went to stand in front of the two of them. She clasped her hands together and looked down at the ground, her whole demeanour one of meekness and compliance. "Now start dancing!" She listened to the soft music for a moment and then ever so slowly she began to sway her hips. She lifted her arms slightly so that the soft fabric of her dress clung to her curves, and swayed seductively to the music. "Ahh! Now ain't that nice Will!" Burt chirped up enthusiastically. Will gave an impatient little grunt but his eyes remained fixed on Debbie. He felt his cock beginning to swell in his trousers as he thought of the things he was going to do to her. "Now strip!" he grunted, his voice thick with lust. The wrap around dress had about half a dozen little ties, all of which were loosely fastened. Debbie moved over to the two tramps as she continued to sway and swirl. She held out one of the ties invitingly and hoped that they would get the message. The tramps were dirty, useless, aimless vagabonds, they were not however stupid. They spotted the ties very quickly and each leaned forward eagerly to pull at them. The dress slid open and fell from her shoulders in one graceful motion, and the gulps from the two tramps was a real boost to Debbie's ego; as she danced in front of them in her sexy black underwear, complete with silky stocking and sinful stilettos. They sat watching her for a full five minutes, before Will reached forward again to tug at the cups of her bra. Her boobs popped out of the lacy material to show her pretty, pink; very hard and prominent nipples. Debbie bent over the two tramps, and rested her hands lightly on the back of each of their heads. "Look," she whispered huskily. "One each." The two men smirked as they remembered the day in the park and how she had said that to them then; just before they had laid her on the ground to suckle on them. As she continued to sway her hips to the music her boobs jiggled in their faces, just too tempting for them to resist as they each opened their mouths to draw one of her nipples in and to suckle hungrily like new born babies. The lightning bolts that were shooting through Debbie; travelling all the way down to her throbbing pussy were almost overwhelming. In the park the two men had suckled on her boobs and fingered her pussy as they had pulled on their dicks. That wasn't going to happen today. Suddenly Burt pulled away and stumbled to his feet. "It's no good," he gasped agitatedly. "I've just got to fuck her this time." He walked behind Debbie and in one viscous motion he ripped her lacy knickers from her. Debbie gave a little yelp of surprise as she dropped forward a little and rested her hands heavily on Will's thighs for support. Burt wasn't finished with her yet though as he nudged her at the back of her knees and she fell into a kneeling position in front of Will. Burt forced her legs open and plunged his rock hard dick, deep into her sopping wet pussy and began to thrust at her as hard and fast as he could. Debbie gave a little grunt and the tears came to her eyes as she saw Will unfastening his trousers with a huge grin on his ugly face. "Well since your offering girly." He let his own hard cock spill from his trousers and looked to Debbie expectantly. With Burt hammering away behind her and Will looking forward to a blow job in front of her; Debbie was really beginning to feel ill used. She reached out her hand to grasp at his dick and took it deep into her throat. Then with her other hand she began to desperately finger her own neglected clitoris. "Ahh yes girl; just like that!" Will sighed fighting the desire to close his eyes and just enjoy the sensations. He desperately wanted to keep watching Debbie as Burt fucked her from behind and she sucked on him like an old pro. He could see that she was getting off on it, and it was going to be a close call as to who came first. Burt enjoying the delights of a woman's pussy after so many years of abstinence and watching his good friend Will getting the blow job of the century felt the adrenalin surging through him. His excitement was just too much and he spilled his load deep into Debbie with a howl of triumph. Debbie gagged and gulped as she sucked on Will's cock, he smelled none too clean and tasted disgusting, and she thought with fondness of Mr. Groves. He'd seemed dirty and disgusting when he'd first made her suck him off, but she had learned to enjoy the taste of him, and it was memories of him -- coupled with the warmth of Burt's fluids that sent her spiralling into an orgasm that almost choked the life out of her when Will gushed his load down her throat so unexpectedly. The three people separated to collapse wherever they happened to be - in exhaustion. Will looked down at Debbie with a knowing little grin. "So how was that for you girl?" he asked tiredly. Debbie looked up at him; clearly unimpressed. "You said you would give me lots of orgasms, but it looks to me like I shall have to pleasure myself to get even one." Will's grin faded into a scowl and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "If it's orgasms you want girl, then it's orgasms that you'll get." He reached out to grab her so fast that Debbie barely had time to squeal as he pulled her onto his lap and began to finger her roughly. He pushed her down onto the sofa and his hands moved over her body as he groped and squeezed and mauled her. "Is this what you want girly? Do you like it a bit rough?" Will's stinking breath breathing all over her. And his dirty grubby hands invading her most private and delicate places, yes this was exactly what she wanted as she put up a token struggle forcing him to pin her down, grabbing both her wrists with one of his huge hands. "Now lie still!" he hissed. He rubbed at her clitoris and Debbie felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to breath all over her. He hooked his fingers and slowly began to insert two of his big fat digits into Debbie's pussy. Burt sat on the floor watching and giggling, as Will finger fucked the beautiful young woman; who looked so innocent but could act like a cheap whore. He crawled over to them and began to pinch one of her nipples, rolling it between his finger and thumb and kneading at her soft breast. "You like that don't you Debbie?" Burt whispered in an excited little voice. When she didn't answer him; he pinched harder on her nipple causing her to groan in pain. "Yes you do like it." He hissed in satisfaction as he felt his dick twitching again in expectation. He leaned over her to suckle on her nipple and Will's fingers began a hard pumping action that set Debbie up for another long and vocal orgasm. ** The two tramps spent the weekend with her and Will made sure that Debbie enjoyed many more climaxes as did the both of them. It was late Sunday morning and Debbie had just about had her fill of them. "I think that the two of you need to leave now," she told them firmly. The pair of them shrugged their grubby shoulders in a philosophical manner and grinned at her. "May be we can come and visit with you again?" Burt asked hopefully. Debbie frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think that would be a good idea, but...." she looked at them sternly. "If you leave now without a fuss, then I might visit with you in the park sometimes." The two men figured that they had nothing to lose. If she chose to visit them then there would be lots more fun to be had, but if she decided not to; then at least they'd had a hum-dinger of a weekend, one they were unlikely to forget. They left Debbie's house with a cheerful wave. Debbie made sure the doors were all securely locked, after all this house seemed to be a magnet for intruders and perverts alike and she really had had enough for the time being. She climbed the stairs to take a much needed shower, and then set about tidying her mother's home. She locked up the house securely before she left and treated herself to a taxi back to her grotty little flat. She was up bright and early on the Monday morning packing up her things, and then walked around to the corner shop where she worked. Mr Jenkins was already there and waiting for her to arrive. "Good morning Debbie." His wonky eyes could have been looking her over, but Debbie was never quite sure about it; certainly never enough to comment or accuse. "Good morning Mr. Jenkins." She hesitated suddenly feeling a little nervous of him. "I'm afraid I'm not staying, I just came in to give you my notice." Conrad Jenkins' nostrils flared in annoyance. What was it about these young women that they wouldn't stay with him? First Mandy, running off with his cousin who'd supposed to have been doing him a favour. And now Debbie, he'd been nothing but polite and courteous to her and even kind on occasion -- letting her leave early on Friday, extra time for lunch, and things like that. And now here she was leaving him! He ground his teeth in frustration that he would never get to do to Debbie what he'd fantasised about doing to her. There was nothing he could do about it though. There was no contract between them and so she was free to go. "What will you do? Where will you go?" he asked begrudgingly looking for a way to persuade her to stay. "I'm going back to my mum's for a while." She shrugged indifferently. "After that; I'm not quite sure yet." She walked back to the door but turned to smile at him sending the blood rushing to his cock. "I just wanted to let you know, and to thank you for giving me a job." "If you really wanted to thank me then you would let me fuck you," he accused grumpily; all pretence of being a nice guy, no longer necessary since she was leaving anyway. Debbie did a double take in surprise and then glanced automatically at the clock behind him. "You need to open up the shop and get ready for the Monday morning customers," she observed uncertainly. Mr Jenkins followed her gaze. "Twenty minutes yet, and they won't die if they have to wait for a little while longer. Debbie suddenly decided to test herself. "Twenty pounds," she demanded coolly. "Pardon" "I said twenty pounds and you can fuck me; but you only have fifteen minutes, I want to be gone before the shop opens for business." "Done!" Conrad Jenkins was feeling so horny by now that the mere thought of paying Debbie for sex almost had him cumin in his pants. Debbie walked past him and went through to his office. She pulled of her top to reveal her braless boobs much to his excitement, and then lifted her skirt to pull down her knickers. "Where do you want to do it?" she asked in as business like a manner as she could. "I want to fuck you from behind, so go and bend over my desk." He already had his dick out and he was stroking it in a loving manner. Debbie could appreciate his affection for it, he was quite a big man and would really give her a good fuck. She bent over his desk thinking he'd be the first customer of hers in her new career. Her pussy was already dripping wet in anticipation of his sizable member. Mr Conrad Jenkins stepped up behind Debbie admiring her pert little ass, and then he stepped between her legs and rammed home his cock. Debbie gave a grunt and a whimper; and braced herself as Mr. Jenkins started to hammer away at her without any further thought to her or any pleasure she might get from it. He was after all paying her for it so she didn't matter. He reached around to grab cruelly at her soft tender breast, and with a gurgle and a grunt her gushed into her; loving the fact that there was so much of his cum it ran out and trickled down her legs. He pulled out and staggered away. "There you go and you've still got ten minutes to spare," he gloated. Debbie pulled her top over her head and pulled a little face as she tugged up her knickers again. She turned to face her smug employer; thinking that he wasn't a very nice guy. "That's twenty pounds you owe me." She told him firmly. Mr Jenkins looked for a moment like he might argue, but a glance at her face convinced him otherwise. He pulled out his wallet with a regretful sigh and handed over the cash. "Thank you." Debbie said politely as she headed for the door again. She made for the shop door and was relieved to see that there was no one outside yet. "Goodbye Mr. Jenkins and thank you again for giving me a job, I really did appreciate it." Debbie left the shop before he could respond and walked quickly back to her flat. She didn't hang about, just grabbed her bags and left again; to go and find a taxi, which she paid for with Mr. Jenkins' twenty pound note. She had not been back at her mums for five minutes before she heard the familiar knocking on the back door. She put the kettle on to boil and opened the door. "When did you get back?" she asked her next door neighbour casually. "Late last night; and of course you'd already left by then." There was an air of excitement about Mr. Groves and Debbie looked at him curiously. "Sit down while I make us a coffee and you can tell me what's going on." He sat down with a little sigh and smirked across at Debbie. "My wife summoned me," he began and at Debbie's nod he continued in a rush. "She wants to move in with her sister; the one who was ill and she was taking care of." He took the mug that she offered and sipped at it gratefully. "She wants us to get a divorce," he finished with a joyous laugh. Debbie sipped at her own coffee thoughtfully. "So what will you do? I mean; I gather that you are pleased to be divorcing her, but I assume your house will need to be sold? Where will you go?" Mr groves shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "The mortgage is all paid for so we'll get a nice hefty chunk of cash each. There are no injured parties; so no need for solicitors or anything, so it will be a straight forward fifty - fifty split on everything. "I see." Debbie nodded, her mind already planning and arranging. Mr Groves looked across at her hopefully. "I hope to be able to keep seeing you sometimes." "Well, as to that; I've some news as well." Debbie said cautiously. "Oh?" She looked at him calmly hiding the sudden doubts she felt. "I've quit my job and given up my flat," she told him steadily, not looking at him anymore. "Really?" Mr. Groves leaned forward clearly delighted at this news. "So where will YOU go? What will you do for money?" Debbie met his gaze and allowed him to see her uncertainty. "I was rather hoping you might be able to help me." "Well I'll have some money eventually," he mumbled doubtfully. "But it takes time to sell a house." "Yes yes," Debbie nodded impatiently that they seemed to be a cross purposes. "But I didn't mean for you to help like that." "Then what? How?" he asked confused. Debbie gave a little sigh. "You know your friend Mr. Wilson?" He nodded still looking a little blank. "Well when you first told me about him you said that you had other friends that you could introduce me to with the same sort of thing in mind." Debbie came to a halt again and watched his face as understanding slowly dawned. "Oh Debbie!" he smiled "We've been waiting for you to come to realise what is best for a girl like you." "We?" "Yes Mr. Wilson and me. We both agree that we could all benefit if only you will see for yourself what kind of girl you are." "So you and Mr. Wilson have talked about me?" Debbie wasn't sure how to feel about that. "Yes, Mr. Wilson has a little house that's just off from his grounds. It has its own road and entry and is relatively isolated. You could live there and we could come and go without worrying about what people may think or say." "I think we need to talk about all this with Mr. Wilson here as well." Debbie murmured uncertainly. "Get your coat Debbie and I'll give him a call and see if we can pop by and have a talk with him." She heard him murmuring on his mobile as she slipped on her jacket and picked up her handbag. "I'm ready," she said quietly as he closed up his phone again. "Is it convenient for him?" Mr. Groves smiled enthusiastically. "Yes he says now is an excellent time to get things sorted and he'll show you round the house so that you can decide if you would like to live there." * The house was in fact a little single story bungalow. It was fully furnished with nice quality furniture and Debbie walked around trying to picture herself living here. It would make a very nice home for her, she thought to herself. She looked across at Mr. Wilson who had stayed by the front door but kept his gaze fixed on her hopefully. "Well my dear? What do you think?" he asked with a little smile. "It's all very nice," she nodded keeping her expression neutral. "But I'm not sure that I could afford the rent that you could get for a place like this." "Oh Debbie my girl! I wouldn't expect you to pay any rent!" he'd stepped forward eagerly. "I thought -- hoped that we might come to a little arrangement." "Oh?" "Yes! If you could let me visit with you for say, twice a week? Then I would be more than happy to let you live here free of charge." ** And so it was that Debbie moved into the little cottage and Mr. Groves would visit with her once in a while, and Mr. Wilson would visit with her regularly and between the two of them they introduced her to other 'dirty old men' with sometimes -- dubious fantasies. Debbie had found her calling in life and it suited her very well. She could indulge these men and gain little gifts and rewards for their often exotic tastes, but those are other stories -- would you like to hear of some of Debbie's encounters?