4 comments/ 58756 views/ 4 favorites That Christmas Ch. 01 By: lordchilworth I'm an old man now, born in the still austere world of post-war Hampshire... does that sound a bit dull and dreary? Maybe a little, when I was a small kid... but it meant that I was seventeen in Nineteen Sixty-seven - the year that sexual freedom burst through the Victorian staidness that had restrained my parents. My dad told me when I was fifteen that every working class soldier who went away to fight in the war had lived a bitter life thereafter, because they had come back to a land that wasn't a place of equal opportunity. They had risked their lives so that they could return to a life ruled by an upper class mostly ruined through inbreeding, their losses in the war and by the rise of a smug middle class who desperately wanted to hang on to the status quo so that they too might enjoy a time when they could lord it over those placed below them on the social ladder. Then over the course of the early sixties all of the post –war investment programs started paying off, modern factories, schools and housing rising from the bombed out ruins of a severely damaged victor. We all felt as if we'd won WW2... but kids of my age were the first to get a share of the prize. I was eighteen and was going to be the first person in our family's history to attend further education - not a university, they were still the domain of rich people - no, no; I was going to a technical college to learn to be an engineer. This story is about what happened one Christmas when my folks had to travel to Australia It was the start of the previous summer holidays and my dad's mate had got me a job six days a week working on a bread delivery van. Doesn't sound like much, eh? Think about it... bread rounds start early and finish early; I was going to have every afternoon off and the money meant that I was going to learn to surf. I'd already bought the board and paid for two weeks of lessons; ten hours a week. It was all part of a plan, see? Part one was learn to surf, part two was, therefore, spend the rest of my life scraping the women off me. I was eighteen and probably not a virgin. Probably? Does that sound odd? Let me explain It was at Joe's party - my mate from my A level course - during the Easter holidays... his folks were well off and we'd all set up tents in the orchard at the end of their garden. I got so drunk I don't remember anything after ten thirty, but I woke up in the morning in this bird's sleeping bag. I couldn't even remember her name and as soon as she realised that, she kicked me out. Later, in the refectory back at school she claimed that we had spent an hour screwing each other's brains out... if it happened I don't remember anything about it, and so I could be – or not be. Anyway, it was the second day on the job... Geoff was paying me cash daily so that I could buy myself a pint of shandy and a late-cooked breakfast at a transport cafe that was on the way home from our last customers out in the sticks. So I had cash in my pocket - half a quid a day - but he was only telling my dad about half of that... five bob a day entirely to myself. The reason for the cash was that, it being the sixties in a country entirely under the control of the trade unions, there was a huge amount of corruption that involved almost every aspect of working life. Geoff picked bread from the bakery and from round the back of the factory next door. The owners of the bakery had no idea of what was made; wastage limits were set at Edwardian levels of efficiency and that left a lot that wasn't wastage but wasn't on the production sheets. Half of our van was filled with goods that had no overhead costs and, with a little cash lubricating every stage, half of our takings were pure profit and half of our customers weren't on the records either. We were at the second to last hamlet on the round when Geoff told me to mind the van as he'd got something to do. Twenty- five minutes later and he still wasn't back and I was so desperate for a pee that I felt sure that I was in danger of wetting myself. I seen which house he'd gone to and walked through the little gate and up the front garden path. The door was ajar and as I reached for the knocker the door moved away from my grasp and opened further. I stepped in and was about to call for Geoff when I heard a noise. It was a sort of grunt and then a moan. I was so innocent that I thought it sounded like the noise you hear in the movies as the wind rushes out of a guy when he's been stabbed in the guts. There was a scrabbling noise coming from the stairwell - I honestly was worried about what I might find as I rather timidly took the couple of steps necessary to enable me to peep around the inside wall and up the stairs. Geoff: tee shirt and shoes still on, trousers and pants around his ankles was the grunter as he tugged roughly at his dick which was splattering gobs and lines of spunk onto the pushed up arse cheeks of... I can't see her face it's pushed into the tread of the seventh or eighth step with her housecoat and petticoat pushed up her body only her hair... and its ... mostly grey. As I stand; jaw dropped, my bladder is forgotten and my cock pushes up to tent my trousers and jockey shorts. I don't even notice, every measurable amount of my attention was taken up with what I was seeing. Geoff takes the dregs of his come by using his finger and thumb to wipe it from the swollen angry looking red end of his cock, he gathers more of it from her arse cheeks in a sweeping move into the crease of her arse and then his thumb to push it right in. I heard her moan deeply as he leant forward and pushed his still hard cock into her shitter. Back then I didn't even know that men and women did that to each other - I thought that it was only gay men that did. Geoff held her butt cheeks apart and pushed unwaveringly until his pubes were rubbing against her skin. The third time he shoved his dick back into her she started to moan louder... then I heard her voice between the moans... "Fuck my arse, Geoff... fuck it good...oooh yes Geoff." For the first time I noticed that her elbows were bent so that she can twist and pull at her own nipples. My dick exploded in an orgasm strong enough to make my knees buckle. I staggered backwards until I was outside again. For some reason I pull the door, it almost slams and I nearly die before I stop it just in time. I leave it open an inch and stand outside on the path bending forward slightly clutching my still spurting cock. I notice that there's a privy door further round the house by the side entrance, and feeling all whirly and faint I stagger to its door. There's a modern loo and small basin. I drop to the seat and get my breath before pulling down my cotton chinos and shorts. It was a mess in there; I'd come about ten times more than I'd ever done previously and my knob was still hard as a lightening rod. I used a tissue from a box above the sink to make a sloppy boyish attempt at dabbing all of the mess from me and my shorts. All I really achieved was to spread it thinner and farther. It takes me a minute to catch my breath and I remember that I had been desperate for a pee... my dick is so erect that the only place I would have hit if I tried peeing from a standing position would have been the wall or maybe even the ceiling. So I turn around to straddle the toilet facing backwards and press down on the upper side of my knob force it down, before I realise quite how uncomfortable it is I start to piss; in a jet speed torrent it bounces back towards me from the back of the bowl before dropping into the water below. The relief was tempered by the pain which was edged by the state of total turn-on I felt due to the scene I had witnessed just a couple of minutes previously. I still felt hornier than ever before in my life and as it stopped peeing my dick once more returned to a state of standing to full attention was retaken up by what I'd just seen. I thought first about staying there and giving myself a quick hand job, then decided that I was going to take the risk of getting back in there for another look. I was still adjusting my clothing as I approached the front door again which was pulled open just as I reached for it. I nearly died again. "I thought I asked you to watch the van?" "I needed a piss." "You can get one at the transport cafe, we've got to get a move on, and we're already behind." Boy, oh boy, did I splatter my bed sheets when I got to bed that night. The next day just as we were starting on our way to the first customer, a little shop just outside the ring road, Geoff spoke. "I saw you watching yesterday." I wanted the world to open up underneath me, to swallow me up so that I wouldn't ever have to look back at his face... but it didn't happen. Before I could compose myself and any sort of reply he spoke again. "Some of our customers are willing to pay me extra if I'm willing to show them a bit of beef every now and then... so you can't be talking about it to anybody. There's an upside to it as well... if you think you might be able to supply a bit of what they're after you could make yourself a good few quid extra each week. What do you reckon? Could you get it up enough to fuck a couple of more mature ladies each week?" 'Yes' came out so fast that I almost sprayed it as well as saying it. That was Wednesday; by Friday I had two to visit on my pushbike after I finished at twelve. Geoff took me to a chemist and we bought some condoms - he said that some of the ladies preferred them. A shower, a shave and a quick change into smarter clothes and I was on my way. What a way to start the weekend. Vera was a widow, quite plump but tall - statuesque I suppose you could say. I could smell her eau d'Cologne as she closed her front door behind us. She was wearing a ladies skirt and jacket set, in a tri-toned muted close-woven plaid. Underneath was a cream blouse with an open ruffled neck, just the hint of a cleavage, and a single strand of pearls. As soon as the front door was shut she grabbed one of my hands and led me upstairs into her bedroom. "Stay there and stand still... I want to undress you myself." Beneath the conservative exterior she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt. Up until then I'd only ever seen them on women in the magazines that I kept in my dad's tool shed, hidden under some old seed catalogues. Her bra wasn't white and clinical looking like my mum's and my little sister's, but the same bright red as her suspender, and it was low cut and lacy. I don't think that I'd ever seen anything so sexy in the flesh. As she dropped her sheer white slip, I realised that she wasn't wearing any knickers. Her pubic hair had been shaved back until there was a small triangular tuft running from above her clitoral shield to stop barely two inches higher. As I watched her undress, my knob sprang to attention. She noticed the movement in my pants as she piled her clothes on an ottoman at the end of the bed, and as she turned to face me reached down to her cunt, sliding her two middle fingers inside her bulging lips before bringing them up to her mouth where she briefly - but sexily - blinked her eyes as she sucked on them. "Close your eyes." As I complied with her demand she started to untuck my tee-shirt from my jeans, pushing my arms up as she pulled it over my head. I jumped slightly as I felt first her warm breath and then her teeth on one of my nipples; she sucked it into her warmth before chewing with increasing force on it. I couldn't help but moan. As I did she stopped and moved her mouth away. She used both hands to undo my belt, then one to undo the button and fly. She seized the sides of my trousers and pulled them down, and I could feel my cock tenting out against my boxers. In an instant they are down as well and I was standing there bullock naked - within two minutes of turning up. "It's lovely... looks good enough to eat." She leads me back to the bed. "You can open your eyes now." She pushes me back onto the bed before climbing on at my side... I remember that I was entranced by her perfume and have had a thing about it for the whole of my life ever since. She was large , but firm; she didn't seem to sag as much as I had thought she might, she was tanned and though her skin was more wrinkled than either of the two women I'd ever seen naked before, she was a dream I hadn't even known about come true. She turned and bent down, reaching for my dick which was as hard as I could ever remember. "Let's make you come real quick so that we can get some long slow seconds going. Geoff says that I can have you for up to an hour." Her head dropped down and her mouth immediately engulfed my cock; it hit the back of her mouth the first time but on the second swoop it was directed straight down her throat. One hand scratched and pulled at my ball sack whilst the other one snaked underneath me, spreading my arse cheeks to scratch at my back door. Then with each upstroke she gripped my cock slightly with her teeth. I moaned, nothing I'd ever done to myself had ever felt as good as what she was doing right then. Her hand came back out from underneath me and she reached between her knees to her pussy. In a second it was back this time with the middle finger moistened enough to enable her to force it beyond the tight ring of my sphincter... her mouth was doing such incredible things to me that I wasn't rationalising anything else... just getting into what it was making me feel. Quickly she stops pulling on my balls as she feels me swelling my way to orgasm, moving up and down faster, gripping harder, gripping harder with her teeth; she waits until the first spurt hits the back of her throat, before she slaps my balls, biting harder on my dick and dragging her teeth hard into it. Slapping each time I spurt. Her middle finger pushing faster and faster in and out of my arse - I felt as if I was going to pass out with the intensity of what was happening but didn't. I think I spurted about twenty times, it was that much that some had to be brushed back into her mouth with the back of her hand as she licked the last of it as that first orgasm subsided. I open my eyes as I feel her move on the bed, she is reaching behind herself to unclip her bra. After tossing it away from the bed she straddles my naked body before leaning forward. She pushes a breast and nipple towards my mouth. "Suck this young man... suck it good and hard!" I can feel a sticky mess spreading from my waist upwards from her gushing cunt... in seconds as I sucked on her teat I could feel myself harden again. As my cock rose, it nudged against the tautness of her stretched arse cheeks. She noticed and felt for my erection with her left hand before changing position and sliding the soaking wetness of her pussy over its length. I had to raise and lower my head to keep her nipple in my mouth as she moved up and down with my prick inside her. "Bite it harder; bite it harder as I come." I bit down on the hardened bud of her nipple. "Harder... make me scream!" She was still pushing her boob into my face, now moving her left hand to my chest and pushing down on it as her body rose and fell against mine. Suddenly she starts spazzing out, squeaking and twitching; it takes me a second to realise that it's the approach of her orgasm. I start to lift my hips to meet each downward movement from her. We slammed together at the hip harder and harder, faster and faster into countless collisions. I bit down hard enough for her to yelp before she stilled, shuddering and moaning, her eyes closed. I tugged at her nipple with my teeth and she shuddered some more. She rolled off me, and as she did I could see the indentations that my biting had caused in two lines above and below her nipple. She lay on her side facing away from me and my twitching cock, but only for a few seconds before she reaches behind herself for my cock. "More... fuck me face down." She grabbed a fat pillow and pushed it under her stomach, spreading her legs and pushing her firm arse in the air. As I turned and got up onto my knees I could see a patina of blue and green veins up at the top of her inner thighs and spread across her butt cheeks. One of her hands reaches back to spread the lips of her pussy so that I could push my dick in to its hilt. We were just the right dimensions, me on my knees fitted exactly with the height she'd raised her pussy to. As I slipped inside her, her hand stayed down and I could feel it rubbing and slapping at her clit as I moved in and out of her. She could grip my prick each time I started to withdraw and then release so that I could slam back in as far as I could go. Each time my thighs struck hers she gave a dirty yelp. "Uh, huh... uh, huh... that's it... uh, huh... oh yeah... uh, huh... oh yeah... uh, huh..." She pushes her face into the sheets and starts to bite and tear at them with her teeth and then she starts to squeak and shriek into the material. I remember what I'd seen that morning and let go of her hips with one hand I rub around the crinkle of her arsehole before putting the finger in my mouth to moisten it. She feels the pressure of my finger against her sphincter and pushes back against me as it breaks through and into the soft, tight warmth of her back passage; she screams long and hard. Her body is shaking and I can feel my cock on my finger and my finger on my cock through the thin barrier of skin that separates the twin points of ecstatic entrance. I keep up, slowly increasing the pace and one orgasm seems to lead into another and another... sweat poured off us before she turned and looks back at me. "That's enough young man... you'll wear me out. Thank you for the best fuck I've had in years." I still hadn't come again and when she realised it she asked me to jerk off over her butt. In a few pulls I was coming again; she rubbed my spunk into the cheeks of her splendid arse, causing herself to come again as she did. I showered, and as I was leaving she gave me three pounds... three pounds! In nineteen sixty- seven that was more than my dad made for an entire day, at this rate I was going to be so loaded. It was nearly three o'clock and I still had my second appointment to get to; Nancy's husband got home from the bank at six, so I put a spurt on the old pushbike and got round there sharply. ------------------------------- ... to be continued... My sincere thanks are sent upon waves of admiration for my editor Hotti... That Christmas Ch. 02 ... this is the second chapter in this story and though it is readable on its own, I believe that you might find the first part is worth reading first. * Nancy's house was on a much more affluent part of our bread round - detached houses with gardens and driveways, properties with garaging for more than one vehicle in an era when far fewer than half the households in the country had even one. When we delivered the bread each day it was to the back door, the tradesmen's entrance as it was known back then; I parked my bike against the wall and knocked. My eyes bulged out of my head as she opened the door... Nancy was in her mid-forties, an old lady to a teenager like me, but this afternoon she was wearing nothing - except a broad engraved metallic collar with a purple velvet lining and a lead. As I closed the kitchen door behind me, she dropped to her hands and knees. Her skin seems just slightly too large for her body which , though it wasn't what you'd call lithe, was less elderly looking and certainly less fat than Vera. Her tits were smaller and her skin unblemished by the blue vein markings of my earlier conquest/client. Her hair was longer and more coiffed - held up in a bun shape on the back of her head. "Master, I've a confession to make... I've been bad." Until an hour ago I was a virgin and nothing in my life had prepared me for this. I stood there as she crawled to me, to kiss the toes of my (then very fashionable) Chelsea boot. She licked her way to the side zipper before gripping it in her teeth and pulling it down; she repeated her action again and I stepped out of my shoes. With one hand she passed me the end of her lead before leading me out of the kitchen, through the hallway and into the sitting room. Laid out at either end of a plush sofa are the accoutrements of her intentions for play before her husband gets home from work at the bank. I recognise the riding crop, but have never seen tawse or paddle before. There is a razor strop and a bamboo cane with a steel tipped ferrule and a walking stick handle. As she comes to a stop, she hangs her head and speaks quietly. "The master will want to beat his little slut, she's been bad..." Though I wasn't sure of what her intentions were, the sight of the curve of her backside and her hanging breasts were definitely encouraging my cock to want to get involved in one way or another. I dropped the leash and reached over her to the riding crop, the twisted leather was cool against my palm but seemed to me to fit exactly into my grip. I felt a surge of horniness; power welled through my youthful body tensing my muscles and sinews. I brought the floppy end of the crop round in an arc to slap against the top of her behind, causing her to jerk forward and up slightly before a moan escaped from her lips. I was just about to apologise when she hissed her next words from between clenched teeth. "Thank you Master, another please... harder!" The following stroke left a red stripe across both cheeks, paralleled by the next... her reaction was to moan her next thank you and just to spit out another please after the third. My dick was trying to force its way through the material of my boxers as a kind of lust, unfelt before, coursed through every blood vessel to fill my mind with a dominance it had never felt before. So quickly that my actions filled the still air with a whistling noise I added three more stripes to her arse. Her knees gave way and she fell onto her face as an orgasm ripped its way through her body. I was so virginal back then that I was at a loss as to what to do next and as her orgasm subsided I asked her what she wanted me to do. She raised herself back onto her hands and knees gulping air into her lungs, as she looked at me I saw that her makeup and mascara was streaked by the sweat pouring down from her brow. "Would the master like his cock sucked by his slave-slut? Or maybe he can tell that she deserves to have her tits beaten with the thick leather tawse? Just tell me what it is you want me to do? Maybe you've decided that I am even naughtier for coming without your permission." I reached for my belt and dropped my trousers; immediately she turned to kneel before me and without further instructions pulled my engorged member through the buttonless fly of my shorts. Her mouth is at the perfect height and she guides me into it, holding the base of it in both hands as she slides my manhood deep into the wet welcoming warmth of her . For some reason it feels weird to be half dressed whilst she is sucking me off so to alleviate that feeling, as she continued, I removed my tee shirt. I threw it to the floor and as I looked down I saw that she was gazing up at me as my her head bobbed up and down on my prick.. I didn't understand the expression on her face but felt once again another huge surge of empowerment as she did. My cock had never felt so huge as her cheeks hollowed to suck me back in after each upstroke... I reached for her and gripped both sides of her head before starting to thrust back and forward in time to her efforts. She let go of my dick with her hands and they reached up for mine... not to get me to let go but to instruct me in pulling her on and off my cock using handfuls of her hair. I was at the beginnings of an orgasm, starting with that empty feeling as if a void is being created below the vee of my sternum; unconsciously I sped up with my thrusts, and in response she gripped slightly with her teeth. Just below the pain /pleasure threshold it increased the sexual tension deliciously and I felt my ball bag shrink against my testicles in its normal prelude to coming. My head lolled back and I closed my eyes, fucking her face faster and faster... my cock jammed hard against the roof of her mouth as the first spurt bursts forth. One of her hands cupped my balls, gently but with steadily increasing pressure squeezing them, timing her squeezes for the gap between each spurt as she continued to suck, milking me into her mouth. I couldn't stop the satisfied groan that I emitted as she went on, after the third spurt she pulled herself off my cock dragging herself against the pressure my hands are putting on her hair and aims the last of my come at her upper face. Two bobbled strands of white across the bridge of her nose and closed left eye against her streaked makeup and into her hair. As my orgasm subsides she rubs the last dribbles of my spunk into the soft skin of her cheeks, still milking me but more gently as I moaned in post-orgasmic bliss. She stands and guides me until I was sitting on the centre cushion of the long deep blue velour sofa, before sitting flat on the floor facing me at my feet. After three orgasms in an hour and a bit, I realised that my dick was starting to wilt and for a second I was worried that maybe she would tell Geoff that I hadn't fucked her well enough and my avaricious dreams would remain unfulfilled. She reaches for the razor strop and for a moment fear flashed through my mind. She was after all probably less than ten years older than my mum - and if my mum ever picked up a razor strop then boy, oh boy, was I going to take a beating. I hadn't needed one for years, but that didn't stop me remembering those I'd received. Nancy spread her legs out in front of her until her feet were touching the sofa either side of mine, her eyes are imploring as she folds the strop in two... "Tell me which bad things I must punish myself for, please Master." I hesitate for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts and compose myself for the next part of her games. In the gap she spoke again. "Two for interrupting the masters' thoughts." The doubled strop whistled dully through the air to land with a loud slap, first across the upslope and nipple of her left tit and then to my absolute amazement an overhand swing between her open legs against the trimmed dark hair and the swollen weeping lips of her pussy. If anything the second slap is louder. As she squealed in pain at the second I can see the two inch wide impression being formed in deep red on her boob from the first. The squeal is followed immediately by a snort as she thrusts her groin upwards, so close that I see the details of a cunt for the first time in my life. I reach forward and take the doubled over strip of coarse leather from her, noticing the excitement then bewilderment in her eyes as I drop it on the sofa next to me. "Stand slut." Without a sound she complies, hands at her sides head held down in obeisance. I pull her forward until she has to stand astride of my knees before ducking my head down to more closely examine her. There is a slight fluffy down covering of almost translucent hairs which cover her stomach leading down to the groomed and sticky triangle of coarser, darker hair which covered her pussy. "Let me taste you." Her left hand reaches round her, over the slightest bulge of her belly to spread her labia with her first and little fingers, dipping the remaining two into the moist centre... there isn't a sound as they invade her body to the knuckle; she lets go of her labia and twists her hand before sliding her fingers, now slightly curled, back out. "Master." Her head was still bowed as I took her two fingers into my mouth and sucked the taste of her cunt into my mouth. There was no taint of piss to the flavour, just a sweaty sweetness, with the slight stickiness of a warm honey. I bit down on her fingers to scrape off her essence; as I did she shudders and a gentle moan escaped her lips. As I pushed her fingers out of my mouth with my tongue she dropped her carefully manicured hand back to her side. The taste had reawakened my lust and my dick was once more erect - before I could think what to do next she had turned away from me, bent forward at the waist and gripped the calves of each leg. The red lines from my ministrations with the riding crop glow at me over the taut blemish free skin and I can see a drip of her inner essence gather on the end of one of her pubic hairs. I captured it with my forefinger, greedily sucking it into my mouth. "Please, please Master... the cane... make me come... spare not your strength and offer your slave no mercy or pity." Suddenly something clicked inside my head; I stood and looked back at items on the chair, a smile on my lips as I thought of a number of possible next moves. "Did I tell you to bend over? Stand, slut, and put your hands on your head." She did as she had been told without a sound. I added anger to the tone of my next comment. "I asked you a question slave. A slave that does not do as she is told is not punished, but sold. Do you wish to remain my slave?" Nancy didn't look up at me as she turned to answer, her words came quietly... she had been subdued. "Yes please, young Master... I am sorry. What is it that you want me to do next?" I picked up the tawse from the chair; I'd never handled such a thing before, a five inch twisted leather handle, twice as thick as the riding crops leads into a four inch wide, half inch thick strip of dull tan leather. Its twenty inch length is split in four for the last three inches. Its size gave it weight in my hand. "Stand still!" As I walked behind her I saw her tense her muscles, readying herself for the blow that she was expecting... but I do nothing. She liked the pain, needed it ... what about the torture of teasing? I saw her relax slightly after the completion of my second circuit around her; as quickly as I could I lashed out behind me ... the tawse landing flat across the firmness of her upper chest, just on the slope of her breasts but mostly across the lowest parts of her neck. For a further five minutes I continued to walk around her, noticing the redness that the tawse had caused deepening to an almost mahogany hue. A short shriek had been forced from her lips by my strike, but she stifled it, breathing in huge snorts through her nose as the pain subsided. There was an almost constant dribble from her pussy onto the carpet between her feet matched by the dribble of pre-come that having her under my power was causing me to leak as I walked. On the next circuit I rubbed the pre-come over the bulging helmet of my bell-end and on the one after I wet my entire left hand by rubbing it over her pussy from behind. At my touch she starts slightly, but I do nothing to her in the next couple of circuits, just rub her juices over the length of my cock. From behind I push her forward. "Bend over; grip the back of the sofa." As she did I picked up the cane, her breathing increased as she noticed my actions. But it's a false alarm; I had decided to tease, so I dropped the rod quietly onto the carpet behind me. I slapped the insides of her thighs with the tawse in my right hand as a signal that she should spread them for me... again she complies without a sound. The hair which covered her pussy is slick with the leakage from her cunt, her vaginal lips rounded and blood-filled, pushing them out in a mound at just the right height for my cock. I was rough with her as I forced myself into her warm moistness, burying myself immediately to the hilt inside her. She makes no sound as I leant forward and forced her to support part of my weight on her lower back. She gripped me like a warm wet glove, pulling back at me as I slid almost all of the way back out of her. I was not gentle with her... just not as rough as she wanted. She started to push back hard at my thrusts into her... I stopped and withdrew for long enough to slap the tawse hard against the side of her right teat. "This is not for your pleasure slut... you will not come without my permission... do you understand?" Her answer came out on a deep sob of breath. "Yes Master... I understand... I am sorry." She hadn't finished her reply before I'd rammed my cock back in as hard and as fast as I could, once, twice, three times. I rock from side to side on my hips as I plunged in and out of her gripping internal muscles... she gasped for control as I gripped her arse cheeks and slammed in and out with a rotary motion, my fingernails dug into her stretched skin making highlighter points amongst the thin tram lines of red that the riding crop had caused; she screams in frustration. "Let me come, I beg of you Master, let me come." I didn't slow down in my thrusting as I growled my answer to her, "Only when I say.... if you come, I leave and never come back..." I couldn't believe that I had lasted so long when I felt so turned on, but I was performing like a stallion and plunged on and on, my balls slapping the hood of her clit with each thrust. "Ooh god, oh god, ogodogodogod!" She was spitting words out so fast that they ran into each other; I could see the red of her face as sweat poured down her... her muscles were shaking and she bit her bottom lip hard enough to cause a drop of blood to form thereon. I pulled out of her and a deep moan was forced between her teeth. "Come now, slut..." I change aim and with one thrust I forced my cock up through the resistance of her sphincter ring, all the way in. As my balls hit the wetness of her pussy my orgasm arrives with her shrieks and I held myself inside her arse pumping and pumping until I was drained. I felt her cunt spasm beyond the thin membranous wall that separated her pussy from my cock as she came and came and came. "In my bottom, oh Master...thank you, Master!" Ten minutes later, after I had given her instructions to carry out before our meeting the next week at the same time, I was walking my bike back up the road supping a bottle of Nancy's old man's beer, with another two quid in my pocket. You could say that I was feeling chuffed with myself as I set off for that days surfing lesson. That night in the pub my mates all said that I was acting differently - my attitude to the women there was different too. I knew that I had something that at least some of them wanted, and I wore that knowledge like a badge that only they could see. That night I met Gwendolyn. Five foot six, fiery red hair and blue eyes, she was wearing the latest fashion: a white plastic mini-dress, above the knee white boots, big heart shaped shades and a floppy hat. Twice I caught her brazenly eyeing me up; unlike every other guy in the pub, I was in no particular hurry to get her kit off her. I'd already come four times that day - but I was the one who walked her home that night and arranged to see her after the football match on Saturday... ----------------------------- ... To be continued... Thanks again to Hotti for allowing me to utilise her skills as an editor... That Christmas Ch. 03 I met up with Gwendolyn at a cafe in town after the match had finished. We'd been playing a team who'd beaten us the last four meetings but that day we'd won three nil. I'd had a couple of drinks at lunch time before the game and was grinning like an idiot by the time we met - I was nearly half an hour late and she wasn't happy. "What are you so pleased with yourself for? I only stayed this long so that I could tell you what I thought of anyone rude enough to leave me hanging around for half the day..." Before she got up to speed I interrupted her flow. "We won and that made me happy. I'm late because I wanted to shower so that I wasn't all sweaty and horrible when I got to meet you... you can ask your mum, I called before the football and said that I was going to be half an hour late, but you'd already left to go window shopping with your mates. If you're still pissed off with me then I guess you'd better go home. I'll walk you if you want. Look, there're loads of men and women out there who aren't worth the effort to get to know them, but I'm a decent bloke who's working hard enough to be able to show you a good time if you stick around." She was stunned, mouth agape... I guess that with her looks, she was used to blokes trying to flatter their way into her pants; I'd grown confident - I was a man of experience now. I knew more than one way to make a woman get off. She didn't reply, so I threw caution to the wind and went for it. "So I think that you owe me an apology before we decide where you'd like to have dinner this evening." Her voice had a completely different tone now as she stammered her reply. "Sorry... I just... I mean I didn't..." "That's alright doll, let's forget it. How about a walk down the canal to get our appetites keen enough to enjoy the food? What do you fancy - Indian, Italian or steak and chips at the Wimpy? You don't have to make your mind up right away; we can talk about it as we walk." The change of looks on her face was a treat, she was smiling and her eyes were sparkling as she stood up and hugged me... I held her by her elbows and looked her up and down. "In case nobody has told you recently, you are one really fine looking lady and I'm proud as punch that you've chosen me as your escort for the evening." I turned through ninety degrees and offered her the crook of my arm, leaving my hand in my Levi's front pocket. "Let's pay your bill and get on with working up an appetite!" As we walked, I caught our reflection in the shop windows as we passed; we looked cooler than Jimmy Dean and Diana Dors. It was a dream come true, she was the best looking girl that I'd ever met... never mind dated, and it felt as if every person we passed was jealous of me that evening. The sunset over the fields beyond the edge of town brought a chill to the late summer air and she shivered and held herself closer to me. I played it cool, hanging my jacket around her shoulders and using holding it there as an excuse to put my arm around her; she snuggled against me and said that she liked strong arms like mine. I thought my head would swell to half the size of the moon if she kept up the flattery. We decided on a steak supper and went on to the pub afterwards. I didn't ignore my mates but made sure that I kept her with me and involved her in the conversations where I could, holding her hand the whole time. We didn't even wait until closing time before we left the Rose and Crown so that I could walk her home. She was still wearing my jacket and as she took it off in the porchway to return it she looked up at me. "My mum and dad will have already gone to bed by now, so I can't invite you in..." I pulled her to me and bent my head down; she didn't struggle as our lips met. Hers opened in an instant and her tongue darted out to prod mine before we settled down to a sweaty minute of tongue wrestling. Her arms pushed inside my jacket and her nails scraped up and down my back through my shirt. I held her by the shoulders for a while before following the shape of her body, pulling her close until there was no break between us from lips to below her knees. I felt her bra strap and the outline of her knickers through the miniskirt that she was wearing. I gently caressed the curve of her bottom and pulled her crotch closer to mine; she groaned into my mouth and kissed me harder. We came up for air and I could see that she was turned on... there was a different sheen to the sparkle in her eyes and a thin line of perspiration had formed on her upper lip. "Is there any chance that you might be able to come for a walk tomorrow?" Her reply was breathless as she tried to compose herself. "I'll be here when you call." Before I could continue with my charm offensive the door opened behind her and her mum was there in dressing gown and curlers. "Thank you for bringing her home safely young man. Goodnight." And she was gone. My hard on didn't do the same until I gave myself a quick one off the wrist after I got into bed that night... all of my thoughts were about what I wanted to do to Gwen. ---------------------------------- We didn't do church in our house - Sundays were our day for long lie ins before we ate lunch at one o clock, so by two thirty I'd helped dad with the washing up; he washed while I dried and put the crockery away. I'd got new clothes that had arrived from the catalogue lady the day before whilst I was playing football and I had trendy bell bottomed jeans and a purple butterfly collared open-necked shirt to go under a black velvet jacket. My new found status of wage earner meant that mum was letting me buy stuff on the never-never, as it was called back then. I looked swanky as all get-out as I walked the streets between our two homes. I think that it was the first time I'd ever strutted anywhere in my life... it felt good. Gwen's dad answered the door in cardigan and corduroys, he was cleaning the bowl on a well used briar pipe, peering through half rimmed spectacles as he scraped away at it with an old pen knife. "How can I help you?" He seemed friendly enough, so I replied, "I'm here to see Gwendolyn, please." "You'd better come into the hall then." Once we were in, he closed the door and called up the stairway opposite, "Gwen... Gwen!" He left me in the hallway and wandered off into the front room, concentrating on whatever it was he'd found in the tar stained bowl; I noticed that he was wearing old leather carpet slippers. She came downstairs so smoothly you'd swear that she was gliding, wearing short legged mauve hipster jeans and a denim shirt with rolled up sleeves which was tied in a knot just above her belly button - she looked like a movie star, and I thought I might explode. "You look good enough to eat girl, are you ready?" Unexpectedly she gave me a peck on the cheek before answering. "I'll just tell my mum." Halfway up her street we put an arm around each other's back, she put her hand in the back pocket of my new trousers and leaned her head against my shoulders, and it seemed like a good start to a second date. We talked and talked about a zillion different things, the weather was great though the canal path was quite crowded with people exercising their dogs or trying to walk off their Sunday roasts. A mile out of town we headed over the lock gate and walked towards the river which meandered along its shallow way through the water meadows. Before they straightened its course and built new houses along its concreted banks in the mid seventies, there used to be a pool in one of its bends with trees that hung over the rippling surface. A place where you could watch the kingfishers strut their stuff - sparkling jewelled darts, which hovered above the surface before diving into their own reflection in their search for their prey. Nature seemed like the most wondrous thing that day. I learned that she was still a virgin and she learned that I was not; when I didn't pressure her to put out while still letting her know that she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever dated, I turned another corner on the path to having her totally. As we stood watching the birds she turned and took both of my hands in hers. "If you could wait... I think that you might be the one... I'm almost sure." "I'll wait until you're ready. I know that it's only our second date, but it feels special to me, unique; I've never wanted to be with anybody as much as I want to be with you." It must have been the right thing to say, because she melted into my arms for the start of the most dynamite snogging session I'd ever had up til then. In five minutes we'd worked ourselves into quite a state, in ten we were rolling around on the grass... her on top... then me... then her again; by fifteen we were dry humping each other - frottage on the river bank. Before things got out of hand, I broke the kiss and looked up at her as she sat on me. I had a feeling that if I'd pushed then, I might easily have persuaded her to succumb to my wiles right there amongst the grass and wildflowers. But I wanted her to offer herself up to me; somehow I knew that if I waited until then that here would be less restraint. She was going to start training as a radiologist at the same college that I was going to in September and had a job for the summer at the toy shop that her parents owned; that meant that she only had every other Saturday off with a Wednesday or Thursday off in the weeks that she worked the Saturday. Her folks weren't going to let her out in the evening during the week, but we could see each other for the entire afternoon on the next Wednesday. --------------------------------------- Geoff asked me how my 'extras' had been as we started the bread round on Monday, and I tried to be cool when I was replying but he stopped me less than halfway through my answer with, "That's more details than I need mate... there's plenty more out there to do if you want it. You better let me know how many afternoons you can spend at it... don't forget that you've got two hours of surfing lessons every day and I need you fairly compos mentis at four o' clock in the morning six days a week... so don't volunteer yourself for too much." In the whole of that summer I never once saw him arrange anything for me but before we'd finished Monday's round he'd lined up two more customers for me: that afternoon and another for the next. Moira was short, less than five feet tall with wide hips and huge tits. She opened the front door of her middle class semi, perched halfway along a tree lined avenue, with a floral patterned housecoat on; she had a sprinkling of freckles and big green eyes, a smile spread across her face as she looked me up and down. "Oooh it looks as if Santa's come early for lucky Moira, come in young man, come in." As soon as I'd closed the door she was at me like a terrier in a rat pit; I was overwhelmed, the surfing lessons had invigorated me and I was up for anything that she wanted to do but I couldn't take it standing up. One hand was at my shirt buttons whilst her other was undoing my belt as we crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and clothes. My shirt came off without undoing the cuffs and she dragged my hips upwards as she pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down to my ankles. I swear that I was naked and on my back on her hall carpet within ten seconds of the front door being shut. She stood up to survey her prize before she revealed that she had only underwear on beneath her housecoat. She was broad but didn't seem to be carrying am ounce of fat on her frame; as she removed her bra I couldn't believe that her tits didn't sag down in the least. She saw me looking and pushed first one then the other nipple up to her lips for a loud smacking kiss. "No kids and a swim every day have stopped these puppies from the advances of gravity. Do you like what you see?" She towered above my recumbent form wearing only white lacy knickers; her legs were spread as she stood astride me and I could see a mass of hairs pushing down against the thicker gusset with the odd strand that had escaped a stark strawberry blond contrast against the pristine whiteness. Even as I watched I saw a dark spot form midway along the length of her crotch. "I think that I can see that you do." She hadn't stopped her smiling as she stared down her body to where she could see the erection that I was already sporting. Immediately she bent her knees to crouch above me - no part of our bodies touching except the inside of her thighs which grazed the dip of my waist. "I like to be spoilt by a gentleman. Do you think that you could spoil me, my young Adonis?" Her face was only inches above mine as she spoke, her smile and the sparkle in her eyes almost as big a turn on as her near nakedness. "Your wish is my command, oh Princess." She stepped away from me and gathered both sets of clothes. "Would you like a drink?" I shook my head "Then would Sir mind accompanying me to the boudoir?" She offered me her empty hand before we climbed the stairs. I'd got the princess bit right, the entire room was done in shades of pink, even the cupboards and dressing tables were painted a baby pink and there was the sweet smell of bougainvillea wafting from plants which lined the window ledges. I helped her up onto the bed where she lay with her eyes closed, I knelt alongside her and took her face in both hands and kissed her. Firstly on her forehead then gently on each of her closed eyes. I kissed her cheeks and the freckles on her button nose. Her lips fell slightly apart in anticipation of their meeting with mine and they were wet and warm as they touched, and opened as our mouths met and her tongue darted quickly out and into my mouth; she tasted of strawberry juice, the sweetness of the summer. We made love to each other's mouths for a minute or so before I broke away to immediately kiss the dainty cleft in her chin and moving onto the softness of her neck. Moira stretched her head back languorously as I kissed and nibbled my way down the length of her throat. I kissed the end of a nipple and then teased her by gently nipping and sucking the broad areole in a quick circle around it. Her nipple hardened against my cheek as I did and I teased no more as I took it gently first between my lips and then between my teeth. I sucked harder now and rolled it with my tongue, gripping it just slightly with my teeth. I held it immobile and sucked harder still, feeling it becoming engorged as blood rushed into the swelling tissue. The breath hissed out of her in a long slow sibilant 'yessssss'. A shudder ran up and down her body as I let go of that nipple and moved on to the next, pausing only for a kiss across her cleavage; the second nipple got more of the same as it started to stand proud from the darkened concentric rings that surrounded it. She reached for the one that I'd left before pushing it towards her still open mouth; I could hear the air rush into her lungs as she pulled her nipple into the moistness of the mouth I'd only left a few moments earlier. The sight of her sucking on herself was enough to force my erection against my stomach as my balls started to throb with excitement. As I left the second nipple she pushed it up to her lips managing to squeeze it into her mouth with its twin; I momentarily worried that my dick might just explode from the floorshow. I kissed in a line between her ribs to her belly button and probed its shallow depths before moving down to the line of her knickers. The ruffled texture of the lace after the smoothness of her taut skin was a magic contrast against my skin; I plucked at the material with my lips as I made my way vertically to her crotch. The gusset was dripping wet and I sucked on her juices as if it was a sponge, once again tasting against a deeper throaty muskiness the sweet taste of fresh strawberries. "Lick me, lick me there..." Her hips rose for a second as I pushed down at the waistband of her lacy covering, down to beyond her knees where they were shaken off and onto the end of the bed, to display a perfect muff. A triangle of trimmed strawberry blond hair runs down to frame the sweetest pussy I'd seen up till then. Her nether lips, pinker than the surrounding skin, were only slightly pronounced even though they shone with her nectar. I had never 'gone down' on a woman before and tried to remember all that I had read in the smut I'd smuggled under the bed sheets as I came to my sexual awakening during my early teens. As I lowered my head to her slit she opened her legs in welcome. At first all I wanted to do was to get as much of that wild fruity taste into my mouth, wanted to sup it down, to fill myself and gorge my senses. That seemed to please her and she reached down with one hand to hold apart those delicate lips so that I might facilitate her pleasure more exactly. "Tongue fuck me... suck me as I come!" I didn't need much more instruction than that - nothing in my life had tasted as good as Moira did that afternoon and I was quickly driving myself to distraction with lust for her. She let go of her lips and patted and tickled her clit as I tried to bury my tongue inside her. It only took a couple of minutes of that much pampering for her to start to come - my first squirter - five times she squealed and ejaculated into my hungry mouth. She kept up her shuddering and quaking as I licked her until the flow stopped. "Now I want you inside me... enough of being spoiled... now I want to be ruined." She grabbed the hair on the top of my head to pull me back up her body and our mouths met again. Now the bull was loose, this wasn't gentle loving ... this was hard core, all bets are off, last one there's the fucking loser... we didn't stop kissing, she let go of my hair and snaked her hands between our bodies, one to hold open her pussy lips in readiness, the other to grab my cock. Once the mushroom head, covered in pre-cum was inside her, both hands were around me grasping me by my arse cheeks, pulling me hard and fast, sinking my entire length into her, slapping my balls against the bottom of her pussy, sending splashes of her essence onto my upper thighs. As I pulled out she pulled back. "Harder, harder...more, more... oh god yes, yes, yes, yes!" I pushed myself up onto my hands and slammed my dick into her, faster and faster - bruisingly so at the point of contact. Her eyes were wide open and there was something almost demonic in her demeanour as she pulled me back in; her legs came up and she tried to wrap them around me but they weren't long enough and her heels just hammered against the top and backs of my thighs. She squeaked and squealed then screwed up her eyes and started to moan her way to another orgasm. She must have seen the approach of my orgasm by the change of expression on my face. "Come on my arse! Pull out and come on my arse." I pulled back until I was on my knees again, my cock was jerking on its own and I knew that I was about to explode. In a second she had turned over until she was face down on her knees in front of me, her face pushed into the pillow as she spread her butt cheeks with her hands. I pushed down on my dick with one hand until it was pointing at the crinkled skin that was the entrance to her bowel; two jerks with the other hand and I started to come. The first spurt lay in a pearled line across her back entrance, the second and third one across each cheek. I gripped my manhood hard and pumped myself until I was only dry rubbing the tender head against the softest skin of her arsehole. "Now I think that I need a drink... I'll get one while I clean up." I left her laying face down, her arse still in the air her hands rubbing my spunk into her skin as she moaned herself to a quieter, gentler final climax, whilst I had a very quick bath. Another day, another new experience, another step along this new exiting road to adulthood. There was a spring in my step and a swagger to my gait as I made my way home to tea. That Christmas Ch. 03 I had another client lined up for tomorrow and this was one that I was looking forward to - she was only in her mid thirties, her name was Miss Strickland and she had been my maths teacher at senior school, before a rich relative died and left her enough money to spend her time painting watercolour landscapes. Geoff had warned me in advance that she had 'unusual' tastes. ---------------------------------- To be continued... Thanks a millionfold to Hotti for her editing prowess... That Christmas Ch. 04 There are three earlier chapters to this story... but it's a tale that stands on its own... enjoy, if you will. Work on Tuesday was over in a blur; it was that day, during my after work lesson when, for the first time, I actually felt as if I had some control over a surfboard after I'd stood up on it. Geoff had warned me about my client this afternoon, but I was looking forward to expanding my sexual knowledge through any new experience. I genuinely didn't know enough back then about how weird some folks could get in their search for an orgasm... I was eighteen going on forty, thought that I was invincible and most definitely knew it all. Go figure. I showered and shaved after the surfing lesson was over; Mum had pressed my jeans... again, and I had to spend five minutes getting the creases out of them - there was no way that I was going to wander the streets looking that uncool - what would the women think? There was a tall hedge separating the client's house from the road and her neighbours. As I walked up the pink gravel driveway towards the flat roofed, thirties-style double-bow fronted house, between dotted lines of mulberry bushes and hydrangeas, I couldn't help but think that the legacy had done her well. We delivered our bread and twice weekly pastries to a breadbox outside the back door. Geoff had told me to ring the front door bell this afternoon. I did and waited... and waited... it was a string and spring bell which could be easily heard where I was standing. There was no way that she could not have heard it; maybe she was in the bathroom. I'd leave it another little while before I rang it again. From the porch looking outwards I noticed a flagstone and gap path leading across the lawn to a rockery clad pond attended by a large garden gnome frozen in the act of reeling in a fish. Beyond the gnome against the tall hedge, there was a line of white marble statues in various heroic poses. The place was plush. I thought that it might be worth trying to get a little extra for whatever it was that she wanted me to do. Miss Stickland. Well she sure looked different away from work; gone were the half-rimmed spectacles and hair pinned strictly in a tight bun at the back of her head so that, from behind, she looked like she had stapled her hair down. At school she was renowned for a reckless attitude towards the generous applications of detention classes. She always wore plain dark skirts which dropped in straight lines to the floor, plain high necked blouses and (even in summer) waistcoat and jacket. Her skin always looked as if it had just been scrubbed and then left unadorned by makeup. I was good at maths and was never at the bad end of her temper, but even I remember wondering if she was as mean to her boyfriend as she was to the guys at school. There was time enough to survey the entire garden before I heard her loud footsteps coming across a wooden floor in the house. I turned before she opened the door... and nearly didn't recognise her. I could feel that my mouth was wide open, was aware that I probably looked like a gormless prat, but couldn't do any more than prevent myself from drooling. Her hair was long and wavy, held back from her face by a flowered hair band - but hold on I'm starting at the wrong end... at least not from the end that first caught my attention. Her feet were shod in shiny black patent leather, open toed slip-ons with a four inch heel. Now she was very nearly the same height as me. She also wore seamed black stockings, so fine a denier that I remember that they seemed to shimmer. I tried to drag my gaze upwards, but my body wouldn't respond at any more than a crawl as I feasted myself on her. I can remember it as if it was yesterday, not forty years ago. She was wearing an almost skin-tight dress that hung to just below her knees; it was shiny and black too, fitted to her slim waist to accentuate the curve of her hips. From there on up it just didn't stop getting better. It had a button-up front that was hardly being used at all - it was only closed to just below the centre of her black bra which I could see below the valley of cleavage, between breasts at least a million times more noticeable than they'd ever been at school. Her skin was tanned and taut, only interrupted by the thin straps which both hid the lines of her bra and held the entire... creation up. Her hands and forearms were covered in posh, black, sequined, evening dress style opera gloves; in the hand that wasn't holding the door open, she held a ten inch long ivory cigarette holder containing a pink cigarette with a gold filter, a tendril of smoke curling upwards in the stillness of the air in her hallway. She was dressed more sexily than Emma Peel. Her hair hung down in shimmering waves to her shoulders, framing a face with faintly rouged cheeks and flaming red lips. Her eyes shone with a liquidity to their blueness that I have never seen since. My God, I almost fell in love in an instant - cast to the winds was any thoughts of Gwendolyn, gone all plans for any future past right then. It was hard not drooling, believe me it was hard. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said. "I was just getting things ready upstairs." "Miss Stickland. I-I... um..." "Thomas, Thomas. You must call me Linda. 'Miss' makes me sound so old. Please come in. Would you like a drink?" She paused, and then said, "I'm having a dry martini..." I'd never had one before, but I'm up for trying anything. "I'll have one of those then, please." I closed the front door behind us and followed as she led me across a vast hallway that held a very impressive stairwell. She was in the money... deep in it, the place had half oak panelled walls below enormous paintings of generals and their like in ceremonial uniforms mostly on horseback amongst a scattering of women's portraits. I noticed them in an instant, which was all I was sparing from the rest of my attention which was concentrated on the view of her from behind. The dress clung to her body in a manner more dazzling than any iridescent carapace, highlighting the slimness of her waist and the fullness of her hips as she walked one foot in front of the other, sashaying from side to side; she knew how good she looked and was playing it up to the 'nth degree. But hey - I didn't care. Right then I'd have followed her through an active minefield with overlaying crossfire, and not have noticed anything else but her. She led me into a drawing room decorated with ultra-modern cubist furniture and contemporary paintings on the walls to a drinks cabinet hidden in a large antique looking globe. "Olive?" "I don't know... I've never tried one." "Then this will be the start of a number of firsts for you this afternoon." She turned back to me and passed me a glass shaped like something from a cocktail party in a James Bond movie; there was a toothpick in it that held two dark green spheroids. I didn't know what I was supposed to do with them, so decided to follow her example and to do whatever she did with hers. The martini was sharp... now I know that it's called dry, but then I just thought that it was like a sharp electric shock on an alcohol cushion. The olive was strangely salty and yet undeniably moreish? She watched me for a few moments before speaking. "Do you know what it is that you're here for?" I swallowed another mouthful of martini and smiled, "Anything that the customer desires." Her smile was radiant. "Now that's the sort of answer that'll get you far in this life Thomas. Shall we adjourn to my playroom?" **** Her instructions to me, given as we climbed the wide and twisting stairs, were precise; the implements required hanging on the walls or lying around the large room. This was an eye opener, like nothing I'd ever experienced or even imagined. Linda had removed her dress and was clad only in a black suspender set, g-string, demi-bra and spiky high heels; she was on her hands and knees on the red latex covered floor. Her eyes were shrouded by long blinkers, preventing her from seeing any direction except ahead. There was a halter made of leather around her neck and an arrangement of reins held a jointed bit between her teeth and under her tongue. On her back I'd placed and then secured a dainty lightweight racing saddle with stirrups held high as if she was a filly to be raced; there was only one further thing to do to complete the first part of her wish. She parted her thighs as I pressed the flexible, well oiled leather end to the real horsehair tail against the delicate crinkle of her arse. She made a very horse-like noise, pushed back against my hand and in it slipped... until there was only horsehair showing and she had a tail, hanging chestnut brown against the ivory shade of her blemish free skin. Again she whinnied, this time tossing her head, making the metal bit clink inside her mouth. "Whoa, easy there, girl." I stroked the smooth skin of her neck as I spoke, walking round until I was standing in front of her. I held the reins in one hand and reached for her mouth. "Let me see your teeth now... you're a very pretty filly but I have to check your teeth out before I'll pay such a high price for you. Can't have a pretty old mare being passed off as a young filly, now can we?" I knelt down in front of her, holding the reins low while reaching for her lower jaw. I put my fingers into her mouth, applying pressure to her tongue, stretching her mouth open, feeling her rear teeth as I ducked my head to examine the front ones. "Young and pretty," I said, "and broken to a light saddle so they tell me. Let's see you walk; I'm not going to purchase anything that's even a little lame." I stood and pulled gently on the reins leading her in a circuit of the large rectangular room, stopping by the low-level water filled trough before looping the reins over her head and dropping them onto the saddle. "Good girl, drink if you're thirsty. You are just what I need to add to my stable, a fine filly of good stock to breed from." Dropping back to my knees I ran my hand over the taut curves of her backside and down the back of her leg, back up to follow the flat of her stomach and along the curve of her ribcage to the swell of her breast. As I did she shuddered and her eyelids drooped down until her eyes were half closed; a line of dribble escaped over her tongue and dangled from her bottom lip swaying back and forth until it hit the latex floor. I walked behind her and used both hands to part the cheeks of her arse, below her tail, I could see that the meager gusset of the g-string was soaked almost to dripping and the nectar from her pussy was streaming down both inner thighs. "It looks to me as if you've come into season on your first day here. Well, I've got a stallion that will see you right. As soon as he gets a smell of what's leaking from your pretty little cunt I think that you'll be in for a nice welcoming surprise." As I was talking I divested myself of my clothing and as I finished talking I knelt behind her before ducking my head under her tail and turning it until my open mouth was parallel to and level with the labia that I could see pressed against the lacy crotch of her panties. I bit at them with my teeth, holding onto their sides with both hands until the flimsy material tore into tatters, and then disintegrated in the face of my actions. I threw the remnants off to one side before sucking both down-covered lips into my mouth; her whole body shivered. I pulled my head away from her pussy and moved closer to her while reaching for the reins, pulling them low and backwards. My actions forced her rear end towards my waiting erection; once, twice I thrust just to slap my cock against its slippery target before it slid forward beyond to rub against her stomach. She emitted another horse noise and on my third thrust she twisted and pushed back and down forcing my dick into her. It was heaven right here on earth, the hot moistness of her want gripped my manhood like a suction tube. I pulled back and thrust again, deeper into her this time and again. At the sixth I was fully inside her, my torso pushing down on her tail, twisting its leather end around in her arse as I bottomed out against the depths of her sweet cunt. The next movement in and out sent her over the edge and she started to orgasm, flooding my thighs with her juices and jerking her mouth against the reins until her cheeks were stretched back and her face formed a toothy grimace. I rode on and she kept coming and coming, as I built up speed she snorted and whinnied, pushing back against me, bucking and twisting so that the leather handle proscribed a wider arc inside her beautiful arse. Even as I was preparing myself for what was building into a life-changing orgasm, I remembered more of her instructions. With the reins held tightly her chin was pressed into her chest, she strained against such restraint until, using the loose looped leather end of her rein with my free hand, I started to lather the tensed skin of her backside. With the fifth strike and the addition of another raw red line against her skin she reared backwards until the saddle was pressed against my chest, her beautiful face sweat covered, and her mouth flecked with spittle from our exertions, her teeth were bared and cheeks drawn back by the rein. Her hair lay damp against the back of her neck – resembling a mane for the first time since my arrival. The rough horsehair of her tail slapped my right thigh with its straggly end and ground itself into my stomach as I felt my balls shrink in readiness. I saw stars... genuinely... I saw stars as my cock spurted inside her again and again, coming so hard that you'd have thought I was trying to redecorate the inside of her chest in shades of jism. As I came, she calmed, pressing herself back against me until I had finished. Once I was done she pulled her crotch away from me, causing her to start to judder again as she dropped, supine to the floor, spreading her legs and dry humping her cunt against the latex floor covering. **** Watching her there... saddled and reined, her beautiful behind rising and falling as she slapped her crotch , by then releasing my spunk in slow dribbles, against the latex floor, caused my dick to stop its shrinking at half mast before starting to regain its hardness again. I walked away to pick up the envelope that contained the remainder of my instructions. A tall glass of light summer cider was waiting for me in the fridge which stood behind the door to Linda's playroom; I drank it as the instructions had said then continued to read down the short list that the envelope contained. Linda was becoming increasingly noisy, her crotch making a slapping noise against the nectar which had gathered there from her pussy. The instructions needed no extra explanations; I remember thinking that Geoff was probably correct... this seemed to be getting 'unusual' - but then I thought what the fuck, she was the most perfect woman I'd ever seen naked and she was rude.... rude and dirty. I checked and discovered that reading the instructions hadn't got rid of my hard-on; what turned me on couldn't be bad could it - between two consenting adults, whatever it took to get her off seemed fair to me. "Stand up!" In the blink of an eye she'd stopped her dry humping and was standing gloved hands at her sides. The stirrups and reins hanging lower still. "Strip!... from the floor up!" The tone of my voice must have been perfect for her scenario because she actually shook as she quickly obeyed, heels first, then stockings and suspender belt. She couldn't undo the straps that held the tiny saddle with her gloves on and it was like watching a scene from a kinky version of Breakfast at Tiffany's as she removed them, pulling them off in a movement turned languorous by their length. There followed a muffled clank , lost in the huge room, as the stirrups hit the floor, the sound deadened further by the saddle landing on top of them. Then her bra was dropped onto the pile and seconds later the reins and bit topped the stack of discards. "The tail too!" It seemed to me that she was unnecessarily rough removing the leather handle from the confines of her butt... "Don't drop it... pass it to me." The leather handle still felt oiled in my hand; for a fleeting moment her eyes met mine as she passed her tail to me, there was fire and daring in that look. But only for a moment before she remembered her instructions and her eyes dropped to look down as her hands fell back to her sides. Naked she was magnificent, without the up-thrust of the half-cup bra her tits looked smaller, barely the size of a teacup standing firmly against her upper body; her areola just a couple of tan shades darker than the flawless ivory of her skin like highlighting for the longest hardest looking nipples I'd seen... before or since. Her chin was down and her eyelids lowered, the red marks on her cheeks from my rough handling of her reins were harsh in contrast. "Suck this!" I forced the leather end of the tail between her teeth and into her mouth, still with her chin down as I let go of it, the long strands of hair hung down to hide the cropped hairs of her muff as she held the handle in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she obeyed my commands. I let her suck away for twenty seconds... it seemed longer in that now quiet space. "Drop it!" I walked to the high-backed High Wycombe chair in the bay window and sat down. "Here!" My head was almost in a spin with the feeling I was getting... a grown up under my control a servant to my will, a slave of my whim... my recent sexual experiences had left me feeling daily more empowered, but this?... this was something else. She was mine in a way nothing in my life had ever been before and the power I felt seemed to surge through my cock. Her bare feet made a slapping noise against the latex as she approached me. "Kneel!" She needed no further instructions; in one continuous flowing motion she knelt and leaned forward between my knees to take the end of my cock into the round shape of her mouth. She still hadn't looked up at me since she'd passed me her tail, now she raised her eyes again. The look therein had changed, gone the fire and derring-do, replaced by the dull glaze of contented total obedience. Again I visited new heights of the power that sex can take a person to; as the back of her hands ran up the inside of my legs from the floor to my groin where her fingers cupped my balls while her thumbs reached around my dick, pulling its base away from my body and its mushroom head against her palate. Hey eyes never left mine. Now as I write this memory down I wonder why I felt no sympathy for, or empathy with, that lost look. But I didn't; I just felt as if that look and her actions were filling my being with a surge of power. There was actually a buzzing in my ears in the few minutes that I lasted before I felt the onrush of my second orgasm. Even after she had sucked my dick dry , her head continued in its bobbing up and down and her fingers continued to massage my scrotum until my dick went into a full retreat. Just before I was going to tell her to stop as I became over-sensitized, she let my shrivelled little man out of her mouth and, still shuffling on her knees, made her way back across the room. While I caught my breath she pressed the play button on a tape recorder before shuffling back to the centre of the red latex floor where she sat on her heels, hands and forearms flat against her thighs to knees...eyes down again. Slowly the sound from the tape builds up, unobtrusive at first, gently weaving its way into my awareness, the sound of running water, a stream or river babbling over pebbles, dropping over a weir. It didn't take long for the desired effect; I stood and walked over to her. That Christmas Ch. 04 "Prepare yourself." She turned to me and lay on her back opening her legs in a vee, toes pointing towards me. The continuing sound track dragged my thoughts from any erotic feelings that may have been trying to surface. I stepped between her knees and aimed my flaccid prick at her cunt. I remember that it took a couple of seconds to start, but once I did it was only a second's re-aim before a solid stream of my light amber pee was hitting her pussy... within seconds one of her hands had made its way down and started to slap at her clit, splashing in and out of the stream and she started to come again. Twisting and pushing her crotch up to meet the downpour, her gasp turned to squeals and then yells. As the jet dissipated she twisted and slid around in the pool that had formed, finally silencing herself by forcing the hand that had been slapping her pussy into her mouth, sucking my piss off it. I watched as the puddle was drawn to the drain point off to one side of the room. Linda left me to find my way back to the drawing room where I added more ice to two glasses before pouring the two of us martinis. She was only a few minutes showering herself, after which she reappeared; hair pulled back, no make-up, plain staid clothes... back to her schoolteacher look. "It takes me a fortnight to plan these scenarios; do you think you will be available then?" She offered me a crisp white fiver... "At your service, madam." "That's how I like it." **** ... To be continued... I am everlastingly indebted to my wonderful editor Hotti.